JackgarPrime

Victory seems to regret his question at hearing Murdok's answer, and leans his mouth against his hand, in a bit more of a thoughtful pose. Looking to the ground, he begins to wonder what would happen if he got caught in that sort of situation. His own body, as far as he knows, may indeed be ageless as well, and if his body were somehow taken over by the enemy....he may suffer much the same fate. While it's true that his mind is still his own, there's no telling what the future might hold. Lance looks back up from his thoughts, his voice much quieter, but still audible. "I'm sorry, Murdok. I can't even imagine what that had to have been like....Indeed, what it's like for you even now. But...I'm glad you have the chance to use your power to help. But, remember...don't think of it as any sort of atonement or redemption....none of those actions were your own."

At Murdok's response, Lance just shakes his head with a small smile. "Don't worry about it, then." As he stays sitting, he realizes he still hasn't put his jacket back on. Looking about, he sees that he sat down next to where he threw it. How convenient. Slipping it back on, he nods over to his host. "Thanks. I'll make sure to let you know." Once his jacket was back on, Lance relaxed, listening to Murdok recall bits and pieces of his story. Curious, he can't help but speak up. "Were you aware at all of the passage of time? Or does being connected to the Terminus make it blur together?"

Victory smirks over at Supercape, as he picks another defeated foe up off the ground. "Oh don't worry, they are going to stand trial. But because they're traitors to AEGIS, it means they'll stand trial in military court." He quickly flies away, then appears again in the blink of an eye, without the perp in tow. "And besides, I'm sure spending some time in Blackstone will fix their attitudes in a hurry."

Lance shakes his head, not sure if it's to clear out the cobwebs or to say no. After a moment, he feels alright again, and smiles as a reassurance. "Nah, that's alright. I've just had a big day. Between getting fitted for upgrades, a bunch of perps and whatnot, I think I just need to sit for a bit." As he says that, he sees a sturdy-looking chair and tests it. Satisfied that he won't break it, he carefully sits down and tries to relax. "Don't worry about me. I'm sure Murdok's still got plenty more for you to study." Thinking about the way he said that, he leans over to see Murdok and calls over. "You don't mind me saying that, do you?" He really wasn't sure how sensitive he may or may not be about wording.

While Victory watches with a curiosity, his eyes glance over each of the monitors. With his enhanced sight, he can see them as if they were right in front of his face. His eyebrow quirks, as he has never seen GUI's like Miss. A is using, and it's quite difficult for him to make sense of any of it. But, as he looks at each of them, he feels a very quick, very slight buzz in his head. The buzzes hit with each monitor he looks at, and brings his hand up to rub his head. Whether something was wrong, or if he might just be tired from a long day, he can't be sure. He's guessing the latter, but he speaks up for a moment. "Excuse me, but you didn't see anything weird going on with me when you scanned my head, did you?"

Since we don't have an OOC thread yet...here's one! Victory's spending a HP to simulate Eidetic Memory, for records of the monitors he can see.

Lance always gets a bit of a swell of pride when someone compliments the technology inside him. Not for anything he does, of course. But it's always something to let the guys who work on him back at the base hear. Good bunch, but they need to get out more. "Thank you very much. I just wish I knew how it all works. I keep asking the team to give me lessons on how to at least patch up a bit. They do tell me how to do some basic nightly maintenance, at least." Hearing his turn was done, he hops off the table, making a big of a clang as he lands. Giving Murdok some space, he heads over to the other side of the room, to watch from there.

Victory smirks, glancing over to Dr. Volk after Archeville's little suggestion. "What do you think? I know you're always looking for an excuse to show me off." Volk gives him a mock-annoyed glance in return, but then looks over to Archeville. "I'm sure we can arrange something. We'll have to get in contact again once we're done here." As Archeville leaves, they both nod, then Victory looks down at his hand, opening and closing it, with a slightly concerned look on his face. "Acting up again?", Volk asks "Yeah. I'll let the maintenance guys know." With the announcement, the two head over to the main table. Seeing that some of the seats for more prominent names were marked, Dr. Volk finds one reserved for her. She takes her seat, making sure her coat doesn't get in the way. Victory, being there in a security capacity, stands by the side of the table closest to the door, arms crossed over his chest. Putting on his best "serious business" look, he still keeps his enhanced hearing alert, in case he can pick up anything...odd from any of the guests.

Lance nods, although the nod is cut short when he sees the scanner coming to his head. Not wanting to mess the scan up, he stops moving his head, and does his best to speak without moving it. "Jack of all Blades...? That names sounds familiar. I think he was mentioned in the dossiers I was given. But there were so many supers listed in that, it was hard to keep track." Keeping his head still, his hand does the bit of opening and closing that it tends to do. "As for pain? Only just after I get a tune-up or an upgrade. The doctors say it's my body getting used to them being there. But after a week or so, I generally feel back to normal."

Lance gives an appreciative nod over to Murdok, and his face seems to lighten up a bit. "I appreciate it. And yeah, you're right. There's definitely a lot of misfortune. But at the same time, it makes the ups mean that much more." He lets Murdok continue, then chuckles, shaking his head. "Nah, I'm happy with how it turned out,to be honest. Being like this means I have my chance to really make a difference. Besides...I've always wanted to fly, ever since I was a kid. Jets are great and all...but to actually be up there yourself, soaring through the clouds? To be able to actually feel it? No way I'd ever give up that feeling...." After answering, Lance opens his mouth as to ask a question in return, but decides better of it and stops. He was going to ask the a similar question back, but he has a suspicion he knows how Murdok would answer. Thinking of something else, he looks back and forth between the two. "So, how do you know each other?"

Lance shakes his head, with a dismissive smile on his lips. "Nah, it's alright. I've talked about it a million times. I appreciate the concern,though." Taking a breath before he speaks, Lance tries to relax as he talks, although, honestly, it still isn't the most comfortable topic. "Well, they waited a little while after the accident. They wanted to make sure that whatever was left of me was still in working condition. Which it is, for the most part. They did let me know about it pretty much as soon as I woke up, though. But they wanted to give me time to think about it. In case I decided I just wanted my discharge and pay..." Looking down at his mechanical hand, he opens and closes it a few more times, although his gaze seems to go right through it, staring at something far off. "I don't really know exactly what they did on the surgery. It's way past my understanding, that's for sure. I could repair a jet engine, do basic maintenance on myself, but what they did....that's far beyond me." Looking back up, his eyes glance to the ceiling, thinking back. "As for how long the recovery took....it's hard to say. The recovery and re-training sort of blended together." His eyes come back down, to look at Ms. A, and he gives a light shrug. "I suppose you could say it's still going on, since they're always upgrading me."

Lance wasn't sure if he should sit up yet, so he just rested his hands on his stomach for now. He idly listens as she runs off her diagnosis, and nods at the blood chemistry comment. "Yeah, it's not quite like it used to be. The flesh parts of my body in general aren't exactly as they were before. They gotta be able to handle the speeds I move at, after all." Listening patiently to the question, he sighs ever so slightly, and sits up, flexing his flesh right arm. His mechanical left hand points at it. "This...." He then moves the hand in a circle covering his head, his chest, and some of his upper thighs, but that's it. "...and this. Basically, what you still see is what I had left. Plus some nasty burns,too."

Lance's shoulders move up and down a bit, probably from a very light laugh under his breath. He swings his legs up, and they make a bit of a clanging noise as they land on the table. Laying his body out on the slab, it doesn't take him long to relax. He goes through so many tests day in and day out that he ends up using them as an excuse to rest. After all, the only thing he has to do a lot of the time is lay there. And considering how much time he spends out on patrol, he's happy to take a rest. Although, as soon as it's over, he'll often find he can't wait to get back in the air. "Alright. Ready when you are."

Lance keeps his eye on Murdok, noticing the momentary glow for a moment. Curious at that, his eyebrow quirks for a moment, but he says nothing. Having a moment to calm down, Jack takes a breath, then nods, reverting to a more neutral expression. He takes a step towards the table and rests a hand on it, before turning around and sitting. He's very careful as he sits, though, as he isn't entirely sure whether it'll hold his weight or not. Finding that it does, he lets his body weight shift to how it would normally be sitting. Catching her little tease, he crackes a little grin at the corner of his mouth. "No? What a shame."

Before Archeville got to the two from AEGIS, they had decided to stop by the food table, with Dr. Volk grabbing up a small plate of fruit. Victory, for his part, politely declines, as he still sees himself as being there to do a job, despite the very little bodyguarding he actually has to do at an event like this. As they were turning away from the table, they find Dr. Archeville there to greet them. Dr Volk shifted the plate to her left hand as she greeted their host. "Ah, hello, Doctor Archeville! This is quite a meeting you've arranged." Popping a grape into her mouth quickly, she chuckles after his question. "Well....to a certain degree of normal, I suppose. I just regret that we weren't able to get Victory ready in time to help..." She gives a small sigh, but then shrugs. "But we got everything back to normal capacity again, so I suppose it's alright." When Archeville offered his hand, a sharp ear might hear a slight movement of mechanics coming from inside Victory's hand and arm. He greets the doctor with a smile, and is careful not to put too much into his grip, but enough for it to still be quite firm. "Nothing to apologize for, Doctor. It's an honor for me just to be here. I have heard a great many things about you, and I'm glad to get the chance to meet you face-to-face." A second or two after he says that, he chuckles a bit. "Besides, if that was because you'd like a demonstration, I doubt you'd ever find a place big enough to rent out."

Lance drops a bit of the tension when Ms. A steps in, but he's still on-edge, just in case. He had turned off his automatic link to base, since he was off-duty, with only the vitals currently being transmitted. Good thing,too. If his superiors had seen what he just saw, they'd have agents here within moments. Taking a small step back, he switches his glance between the two, back and forth, before finally drawing the binders back in to his body with a loud "click." Lance tries to figure out what to say, and as he thinks, his mechanical hand starts to randomly open and close in rhythm, without him thinking about it. "....Alright....I'll take your word on it....But if he does ANYTHING suspicious...."

At first, Lance watched curiously as Murdok began his change. But as it went by, he began to recognize parts of the armor. He wasn't sure exactly what at first, but once the entire arm was covered in the metal, he knew where he had seen those designs from. Images he'd seen all those years ago...they were fuzzy, being so young at the time, but he knew them. Not to mention the many simulator battles he's went through. As soon as he knew what it was, he threw the jacket off, showing his body without the extra armor. From his back all the way down his left arm, he showed to be entirely mechanical, while the front of his chest and almost entire right arm, save for a patch on his shoulder, were still the same flesh he was born with. The baggy jeans stayed on, at least for the moment. With speed nearly uncatchable to the eye, his v-shaped booster array sprung from his back, but he did not activate it just yet. He does, however, get a stern look on his face, and his entire body tenses up, ready to leap at less than a moment's notice. He doesn't speak, but his eyes dart from Murdok to look at their host, as if asking "What the hell is going on?!"

Victory chuckles after Ms Americana talks for a bit, then shakes his head. "Like I said to our friend here, when I'm not on-duty, the name's Lance. And I guess you plan to do the examinations now? I suppose that's fine,a s long as you remember our agreement on what you can and can't check..." Listening to Murdok's response, he quirks his brow in curiosity, as he wonders exactly what that meant. "Not like mine? Well, I'm the only one of my particular model, as far as I know, but something tells me that's not exactly what you meant, eh?" As he speaks, he's pulling his arms out of his jacket, in order to be ready for the exams.

As he shook the other man's hand, he felt a substantial bit of strength from the hand. He smiles a bit more, his suspicions being confirmed. Giving a nod, he disengages the handshake. "Good to meet you. And...well, I suppose I am?" After the shake, he turns his head over to their host. "So....speaking of which, what was it you needed us here for?" He had his theories, but, since he doesn't know anything about this other guest, he can't quite be sure...

When the door opens, Lance greets his host with a smile and a quick little two-finger salute. "Hey there. Hope I'm not late. My internal clock's been a bit wonky lately." He takes a step in, doing his best to walk lightly. Normally, due to the very tough metal the AEGIS' labs make their floor out of, he can walk normally without doing any damage. In here, he's trying to be a bit more careful. It's a bit odd, but he's been gradually getting more used to it. Of course, he'd rather not walk at all if he can help it. As he steps in and takes a look around, he sees the other guest. He wasn't told much about him when she invited him over, but she did mention something about a "commonality" they had. Taking a step over to the other guest, he puts his right hand out, currently without any of the strength-enhancing armor that's usually equipped on it when he's fighting. "Hey there. You must be Murdock. Name's Lance."

Not far from where the other two had met, a recognizable shape of silver flew above the streets. However, unlike the usual jetting that he does, Victory was in "cruise" mode, only using the jets at the bottom of his feet. Dressing more of a casual contact, he even went without his helmet, letting his short mostly-blonde hair out in the air for once. It was a good feeling. Wearing heavy clothes to conceal his parts, he chose to go with the flight jacket he used to use in the Air Force, and jeans loose enough to not get caught in any of his panels. It was still kind of tough dressing "normal" in this body, but he was getting used to it. Finding a good point to touch down, Lance floated down to the street, slowly turning down the power of his foot-mounted boosters until they were all the way off, letting him land gently, although with a very slight "clang". Looking about, he walked toward the address he was given, the location stored in his internal navigation system, leading him to the door. Looking at the intercom, he moved his gaze to his palm, which showed a hologram spelling out the address, and checking it again, just to be sure. Yup, this is it. Hitting the button on the intercom, he wonders what sort of facilities would be within.

(01:47:12) ChatBot: Grotesque logs into the Chat. (01:47:12) Angel: HELLO FELLOW HUMAN! (01:47:28) Angel: HOW ARE YOU ON THIS VERY HUMAN DAY! (01:47:38) ex3lev3n: Don't look it in the eyes, Gro! (01:47:59) Grotesque averts his eyes... (01:48:23) Grotesque: okay now I can't see the screen to know why I'm averting my eyes... (01:49:23) Angel: INDEED MORTAL... I MEN FELLOW HUMAN! LOOK TO THE SCREEN! (01:49:24) JackgarPrime: GOOD! (01:49:34) JackgarPrime: KEEP IT THAT WAY (01:49:41) JackgarPrime: (quick, go through his pockets!)

I was playing the demo the other day. The game's WAY too funny.

Aw, bugger Initiative (1d20+5=6) Hopefully I'm getting the bad rolls out of the way now while it's not as big a deal.

While Victory was enjoying the sights below, the explosion immediately caused him to jump to battle-ready. Quickly looking about to see where the explosion was coming from, he is just a bit taken aback by what comes out from underneath. "....Guess it's true what they say about flushing pets..." He wasted little time, however, as he jets down to meet to invaders from below! Honestly...., he muses to himself, Alligators? ....well, at least they're not giant goldfish....