Children of the Flower (IC)

[Psychotoxin]

35 minutes ago, DaMadReaper said:

After yet another round of readjusting Argent's ponytail, Aurum was more or less satisfied with his presentation, now torn between awkwardly fidgetting in place, or mussing up his appearance so she could fix it again. Truly a modern dilemma. The only thing that stopped her was an accusatory point of Argent's finger as he backed away from the near-monochrome Octavia, who only reacted with a stunned silence at her sibling's audacity. So this was how he wanted to play this.

"...I am not a Kubrow, Argent," she near whispered, just loud enough to be audible across the slowly increasing distance. She would have to correct that. He would need a bit more of a headstart before the fun could start though.

Argent, on the other hand, was covering up his nervousness with more jokes. While Aurum never really meant to hurt, and he was immortal, her bodily strength is far above his, and her idea of a joke was always far more physical than he'd like.

"Of course, dearest sister. If you were a lowly animal, you would be the finest, sweetest Kavat of Ma-" he attempts to get out, before being cut off by the pouncing of a frame much taller than him, only narrowly avoided because it was an intentional miss. Well, that was his cue to run. Surely she wouldn't continue this in front of the recruits right? If he was correct on that count, then...

"With the strength of a feral Drahk!

Then he could definitely get the last word in.

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 Minutes later, a man of formal stance enters through the doors of the hangar, his eyes locked on his target, the stage. Every step he took exuded a sense of confidence that came with knowing that even if the entirety of the room was trying to kill you, you could still escape relatively unharmed, and perhaps even take one or two of them with you. He was quite clearly a child of the Zariman. Ignoring the amassed crowd, aside from a small smile to indicate his satisfaction at the turnout, he slipped through with unmatched grace, the Nyx immediately falling into step behind him as he passed it by. 

As he ascended the stairs leading to the stage, some may have begun to look past the aura of justified arrogance, and noticed how his appearance suggested exactly nothing to intimidate. Argent was a man of barely 5 feet in height, seeming to be perhaps fourteen at most. Paired with the silky black ponytail reaching down to his waist and the pair of spectacles perched over pale skin, few would have given him even a second thought in any other context. However, he was not anywhere else. He was here, on a stage, in front of several of the galaxy's elite, seeming as sure of his dominion over them as anyone else would be of their right to breathe. One last time, he straightens his black peacoat and slacks, before signalling the Nyx that had taken position behind and to the left of him, not even bothering to glance backwards. 

Within a moment, the frame crackles with golden arcs of energy to match its accents, sending beautiful patterns dancing across its glossy, gray-shaded body, lighting every inch of the accents as it powered up to its maximum range. Suddenly, every single prospective recruit would hear a voice as smooth as the gold that adorned the frame whispering in their minds, just loud enough to force them to pay attention if they wanted to make out the words, no doubt a demonstration of power.

"Would the attendees of the Children of the Flower event kindly report to the stage situated in the hangar? The event will begin within a few minutes."

"No need for petty telepathy..." Insali thought half to himself, half to the intruder. He wasn't all too fond of such tricks. Brought up less than pleasant associations from before.

Striding a few steps forth, and taking place at a hearing distance from the stage, Insali found some clutter to recline on, in a lean, and waited for the big thing to happen. Though his respect for the presenters and the Children of the Flower overall had fallen. Those confident in themselves do not bother with menial party tricks, and pointless displays of might. With these thoughts in mind, he kept an eye on the young one on stage. He had practically marched over in manner suggesting unchecked arrogance, and an unvoiced challenge. His posture practically screamed "Come at me, if you dare!".

He was obviously one from the Zariman. Unless there had been an even further evolution of the Tenno project, which seemed unlikely, seeing how the Orokin were... relieved of their status.

Edited August 31, 2019 by Psychotoxin

[-AoN-CanoLathra-]

50 minutes ago, DaMadReaper said:

"Would the attendees of the Children of the Flower event kindly report to the stage situated in the hangar? The event will begin within a few minutes."

Takar hurried along behind the Scorch she met, sensing the crowd growing closer. As she entered the hanger, she saw the stage set to one end, with a Nyx Prime, still emanating the tell-tale energy of recent transference, standing in front of the microphone.

I wonder what this meeting will be like. An initiation, a sales pitch, a political rally? Or perhaps a mix of all three?

I will have to keep my mind clear, though. With this many minds around me, keeping my emotions separate from theirs may be difficult. It wouldn't do to get caught up in some sort of group fervor.

She found herself a spot to stand; a little to the side of the crowd, so she could have a clear view of the one who was to speak. She wanted to be very sure of not only what they said, but what they meant.

[(PSN)Razor9045]

3 hours ago, DaMadReaper said:

After yet another round of readjusting Argent's ponytail, Aurum was more or less satisfied with his presentation, now torn between awkwardly fidgetting in place, or mussing up his appearance so she could fix it again. Truly a modern dilemma. The only thing that stopped her was an accusatory point of Argent's finger as he backed away from the near-monochrome Octavia, who only reacted with a stunned silence at her sibling's audacity. So this was how he wanted to play this.

"...I am not a Kubrow, Argent," she near whispered, just loud enough to be audible across the slowly increasing distance. She would have to correct that. He would need a bit more of a headstart before the fun could start though.

Argent, on the other hand, was covering up his nervousness with more jokes. While Aurum never really meant to hurt, and he was immortal, her bodily strength is far above his, and her idea of a joke was always far more physical than he'd like.

"Of course, dearest sister. If you were a lowly animal, you would be the finest, sweetest Kavat of Ma-" he attempts to get out, before being cut off by the pouncing of a frame much taller than him, only narrowly avoided because it was an intentional miss. Well, that was his cue to run. Surely she wouldn't continue this in front of the recruits right? If he was correct on that count, then...

"With the strength of a feral Drahk!

Then he could definitely get the last word in.

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 Minutes later, a man of formal stance enters through the doors of the hangar, his eyes locked on his target, the stage. Every step he took exuded a sense of confidence that came with knowing that even if the entirety of the room was trying to kill you, you could still escape relatively unharmed, and perhaps even take one or two of them with you. He was quite clearly a child of the Zariman. Ignoring the amassed crowd, aside from a small smile to indicate his satisfaction at the turnout, he slipped through with unmatched grace, the Nyx immediately falling into step behind him as he passed it by. 

As he ascended the stairs leading to the stage, some may have begun to look past the aura of justified arrogance, and noticed how his appearance suggested exactly nothing to intimidate. Argent was a man of barely 5 feet in height, seeming to be perhaps fourteen at most. Paired with the silky black ponytail reaching down to his waist and the pair of spectacles perched over pale skin, few would have given him even a second thought in any other context. However, he was not anywhere else. He was here, on a stage, in front of several of the galaxy's elite, seeming as sure of his dominion over them as anyone else would be of their right to breathe. One last time, he straightens his black peacoat and slacks, before signalling the Nyx that had taken position behind and to the left of him, not even bothering to glance backwards. 

Within a moment, the frame crackles with golden arcs of energy to match its accents, sending beautiful patterns dancing across its glossy, gray-shaded body, lighting every inch of the accents as it powered up to its maximum range. Suddenly, every single prospective recruit would hear a voice as smooth as the gold that adorned the frame whispering in their minds, just loud enough to force them to pay attention if they wanted to make out the words, no doubt a demonstration of power.

"Would the attendees of the Children of the Flower event kindly report to the stage situated in the hangar? The event will begin within a few minutes."

“Alright, I suppose so,” Naradin silently muttered to himself. This Nyx bothered him. Sure, the Nyx was psychic, already that made it powerful by magnitudes, but something in that voice bother him. Naradin’s gut instinct was crying out to him not to trust it, nor it’s tenno.

 

He started walking to the stage, looking for a spot to sit in. He settled for a seat in back of the crowd. If something were to happen, he could make a quick escape. However, he doubted anything would like to happen. Perhaps he was paranoid, but he rather be too careful then careless.

He sat down and quietly waited for the main event.

[Locky122]

7 hours ago, DaMadReaper said:

After yet another round of readjusting Argent's ponytail, Aurum was more or less satisfied with his presentation, now torn between awkwardly fidgetting in place, or mussing up his appearance so she could fix it again. Truly a modern dilemma. The only thing that stopped her was an accusatory point of Argent's finger as he backed away from the near-monochrome Octavia, who only reacted with a stunned silence at her sibling's audacity. So this was how he wanted to play this.

"...I am not a Kubrow, Argent," she near whispered, just loud enough to be audible across the slowly increasing distance. She would have to correct that. He would need a bit more of a headstart before the fun could start though.

Argent, on the other hand, was covering up his nervousness with more jokes. While Aurum never really meant to hurt, and he was immortal, her bodily strength is far above his, and her idea of a joke was always far more physical than he'd like.

"Of course, dearest sister. If you were a lowly animal, you would be the finest, sweetest Kavat of Ma-" he attempts to get out, before being cut off by the pouncing of a frame much taller than him, only narrowly avoided because it was an intentional miss. Well, that was his cue to run. Surely she wouldn't continue this in front of the recruits right? If he was correct on that count, then...

"With the strength of a feral Drahk!

Then he could definitely get the last word in.

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 Minutes later, a man of formal stance enters through the doors of the hangar, his eyes locked on his target, the stage. Every step he took exuded a sense of confidence that came with knowing that even if the entirety of the room was trying to kill you, you could still escape relatively unharmed, and perhaps even take one or two of them with you. He was quite clearly a child of the Zariman. Ignoring the amassed crowd, aside from a small smile to indicate his satisfaction at the turnout, he slipped through with unmatched grace, the Nyx immediately falling into step behind him as he passed it by. 

As he ascended the stairs leading to the stage, some may have begun to look past the aura of justified arrogance, and noticed how his appearance suggested exactly nothing to intimidate. Argent was a man of barely 5 feet in height, seeming to be perhaps fourteen at most. Paired with the silky black ponytail reaching down to his waist and the pair of spectacles perched over pale skin, few would have given him even a second thought in any other context. However, he was not anywhere else. He was here, on a stage, in front of several of the galaxy's elite, seeming as sure of his dominion over them as anyone else would be of their right to breathe. One last time, he straightens his black peacoat and slacks, before signalling the Nyx that had taken position behind and to the left of him, not even bothering to glance backwards. 

Within a moment, the frame crackles with golden arcs of energy to match its accents, sending beautiful patterns dancing across its glossy, gray-shaded body, lighting every inch of the accents as it powered up to its maximum range. Suddenly, every single prospective recruit would hear a voice as smooth as the gold that adorned the frame whispering in their minds, just loud enough to force them to pay attention if they wanted to make out the words, no doubt a demonstration of power.

"Would the attendees of the Children of the Flower event kindly report to the stage situated in the hangar? The event will begin within a few minutes."

Lucas...did not expect that when he rocked up earlier today...

"sh!t, well i guess that's ONE way of getting the message across...still freaky as all hell, though"

Chalking it up to yet another example of 'Tenno space-wizardry bullsh*t', he turned to Zero.

"Welp, good think we began to make our way back, huh...seems like this show is finally getting statrted."

He started walking at a more brisk pace, not wanting to keep the obviously powerful nyx and the somehwat short man standing on the pedistal. No doubt one of the organisers of this escapade.

"Would've thought he'd be taller...still has the 'Better-than-thou' attitude that suits however..."

[Arunafeltz]

Having been lingering around the back of the growing crowd the past few minutes, the Scorch found himself joining the others as they gathered at the stage after being addressed rather directly by the young man. The Tenno he had taken to the hangar had went somewhere with probably a little more breathing room, but here he stood shoulder to shoulder with a gilded swordmaster Warframe and some mercenary-looking fellow in a typical work-grade jumpsuit. He remained silent and relatively still, but a slight cocking of his head betrayed a hint of climbing interest as he gazed ahead at the stage and the young man addressing them.

[MetroFallout]

10 hours ago, DaMadReaper said:

After yet another round of readjusting Argent's ponytail, Aurum was more or less satisfied with his presentation, now torn between awkwardly fidgetting in place, or mussing up his appearance so she could fix it again. Truly a modern dilemma. The only thing that stopped her was an accusatory point of Argent's finger as he backed away from the near-monochrome Octavia, who only reacted with a stunned silence at her sibling's audacity. So this was how he wanted to play this.

"...I am not a Kubrow, Argent," she near whispered, just loud enough to be audible across the slowly increasing distance. She would have to correct that. He would need a bit more of a headstart before the fun could start though.

Argent, on the other hand, was covering up his nervousness with more jokes. While Aurum never really meant to hurt, and he was immortal, her bodily strength is far above his, and her idea of a joke was always far more physical than he'd like.

"Of course, dearest sister. If you were a lowly animal, you would be the finest, sweetest Kavat of Ma-" he attempts to get out, before being cut off by the pouncing of a frame much taller than him, only narrowly avoided because it was an intentional miss. Well, that was his cue to run. Surely she wouldn't continue this in front of the recruits right? If he was correct on that count, then...

"With the strength of a feral Drahk!

Then he could definitely get the last word in.

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 Minutes later, a man of formal stance enters through the doors of the hangar, his eyes locked on his target, the stage. Every step he took exuded a sense of confidence that came with knowing that even if the entirety of the room was trying to kill you, you could still escape relatively unharmed, and perhaps even take one or two of them with you. He was quite clearly a child of the Zariman. Ignoring the amassed crowd, aside from a small smile to indicate his satisfaction at the turnout, he slipped through with unmatched grace, the Nyx immediately falling into step behind him as he passed it by. 

As he ascended the stairs leading to the stage, some may have begun to look past the aura of justified arrogance, and noticed how his appearance suggested exactly nothing to intimidate. Argent was a man of barely 5 feet in height, seeming to be perhaps fourteen at most. Paired with the silky black ponytail reaching down to his waist and the pair of spectacles perched over pale skin, few would have given him even a second thought in any other context. However, he was not anywhere else. He was here, on a stage, in front of several of the galaxy's elite, seeming as sure of his dominion over them as anyone else would be of their right to breathe. One last time, he straightens his black peacoat and slacks, before signalling the Nyx that had taken position behind and to the left of him, not even bothering to glance backwards. 

Within a moment, the frame crackles with golden arcs of energy to match its accents, sending beautiful patterns dancing across its glossy, gray-shaded body, lighting every inch of the accents as it powered up to its maximum range. Suddenly, every single prospective recruit would hear a voice as smooth as the gold that adorned the frame whispering in their minds, just loud enough to force them to pay attention if they wanted to make out the words, no doubt a demonstration of power.

"Would the attendees of the Children of the Flower event kindly report to the stage situated in the hangar? The event will begin within a few minutes."

When the telepathic message came through, Zero simply shrugged. He had been with Argent and Aurum for a month already as it was. When he left the Corpus and joined up with the Children, he was assigned to the cell that the two Tenno had control of and started work on the Vanda Archwing under their watchful eye and auspices. It was a mutually beneficial relationship, one where he was given the resources to be useful to the Children and to the two of them and they provide him with the opportunity to be a thorn in the Corpus' side later on when his design was complete and operational. Now that the Vanda Archwing was completed; it was time he served, both the Children and his own thirst for vengeance. A vengeance that he knew would, in all likelihood inconsequential to the Corpus machine at large but that does not matter to him. He's still consumed by the desire to destroy as much of their establishment as he possibly could within his lifetime for their egregiously heinous and soullessly remorseless acts.

"I have served, I will continue to be of service." came the reply through the familiar, established telepathic link to Aurum. "I will await assignment."

9 hours ago, Locky122 said:

Lucas...did not expect that when he rocked up earlier today...

"sh!t, well i guess that's ONE way of getting the message across...still freaky as all hell, though"

Chalking it up to yet another example of 'Tenno space-wizardry bullsh*t', he turned to Zero.

"Welp, good think we began to make our way back, huh...seems like this show is finally getting statrted."

He started walking at a more brisk pace, not wanting to keep the obviously powerful nyx and the somehwat short man standing on the pedistal. No doubt one of the organisers of this escapade.

"Would've thought he'd be taller...still has the 'Better-than-thou' attitude that suits however..."

Simply giving Lucas a nod, Zero shifted his attention back over to Argent and stood with the other human where the two siblings had indicated they should meet up with the rest.

[Denny2669]

22 hours ago, Agent_Maine said:

"I asked my question for several reasons. Firstly, I wanted to determine if you were involved with the Children of the Flower or not. We might encounter each-other once again in the future if that were the case. Secondly, if you indeed were here because of the Children of the Flower, I would want to learn about your personality, mannerisms and capabilities to some extent. That knowledge would be very useful in the event that we fight alongside each-other in the future. I would not want to fail at some kind of mission because we failed to work together well." Marie responded, going way too much into detail about why she asked the question in the first place. Though, she didn't know any better, of course.

"Geez, I get it, shut your globber already!"

Once again, Andrea has shown to be the complete opposite in terms of mannerisms. She was on the verge of interrupting her, it's a miracle she let the symbiote finish at all. The was she was going on and on made it feel like talking to a low level Cephalon. She figured she won't be able to tell this Tenno to stuff it without satisfying her curiosity a little bit.

"Fine, if you must know. My name is Andrea Phin, and yes, I'm here because I was invited. But whether we'll be working together depends on whether I'll be joining this clown show at all. Even then... I'm more of a solo player."

19 hours ago, DaMadReaper said:

"Would the attendees of the Children of the Flower event kindly report to the stage situated in the hangar? The event will begin within a few minutes."

Out of my head, a-hole.

The Tenno did not appreciate the message at all, especially considering she was already there. It was probably an area of effect thing, affecting everyone in range even beyond the hangar, but she didn't care, it was annoying. Mainly because it's something she wouldn't be able to mute out. Nyx users should keep to themselves outside the battlefield.

[Agent_Maine]

14 minutes ago, Denny2669 said:

"Geez, I get it, shut your globber already!"

Once again, Andrea has shown to be the complete opposite in terms of mannerisms. She was on the verge of interrupting her, it's a miracle she let the symbiote finish at all. The was she was going on and on made it feel like talking to a low level Cephalon. She figured she won't be able to tell this Tenno to stuff it without satisfying her curiosity a little bit.

"Fine, if you must know. My name is Andrea Phin, and yes, I'm here because I was invited. But whether we'll be working together depends on whether I'll be joining this clown show at all. Even then... I'm more of a solo player."

"I see." Marie responded.

"My name is Marie Langley. I was invited here as well. If you indeed end up taking part in this, then I hope we work together well if the chance ever presents itself." She said. Once again, Marie seemed to take no notice of Andrea's response - not intentionally, mind you, she just didn't really understand the concept of anger to begin with. Marie's second response was shorter than her previous one - not because Marie noticed Andrea's anger, but because she recognised that Andrea preferred that Marie would speak a bit less.

19 hours ago, DaMadReaper said:

Within a moment, the frame crackles with golden arcs of energy to match its accents, sending beautiful patterns dancing across its glossy, gray-shaded body, lighting every inch of the accents as it powered up to its maximum range. Suddenly, every single prospective recruit would hear a voice as smooth as the gold that adorned the frame whispering in their minds, just loud enough to force them to pay attention if they wanted to make out the words, no doubt a demonstration of power.

"Would the attendees of the Children of the Flower event kindly report to the stage situated in the hangar? The event will begin within a few minutes."

Marie looked up as she heard the voice inside her head. "Telepathy? I see, so we must go to the stage. Well, I am already here and waiting. It is fortunate that I don't need to move from my current location." She remarked.

[vodkacrepper]

20 hours ago, Drakeardian said:

Snop

 

With swiftness and grace, The Prince would simply proceed to show off a couple sword movements before sheating it back to his side, turning around and adressing the particularly gilded visitor.

"And people wouldn't see me as a brilliant actor if i couldn't even wave a simple blade around, don't you think?"

But to Donovan's dismay, the whole conversation would be cut short as a Zariman child entered the hangar.

 

20 hours ago, DaMadReaper said:

Snip

 

Said boy would keep walking with confidence and pride toward the stage, and with each step the boy took, Donovan held more tightly he's holstered sword's pommel, this would continue until he stood on the stage and near the Nyx, for all this time the Prince's mind was simply completely devoid of thoughts, but then, golden arcs of energy would flow through the Nyx on the stage, and that voice... a voice of gold and prestige that he could only remember hearing inside the Orokin Amphitheaters of old, the dominant presence overwhelmed his emotions as he heard the message and walked near the stage, choosing to not take a seat and simply stand still and firm, eyeing the Tenno on the stage with a single thought now leaving his mind.

"Bravo"

[Oobloobx]

20 hours ago, DaMadReaper said:

After yet another round of readjusting Argent's ponytail, Aurum was more or less satisfied with his presentation, now torn between awkwardly fidgetting in place, or mussing up his appearance so she could fix it again. Truly a modern dilemma. The only thing that stopped her was an accusatory point of Argent's finger as he backed away from the near-monochrome Octavia, who only reacted with a stunned silence at her sibling's audacity. So this was how he wanted to play this.

"...I am not a Kubrow, Argent," she near whispered, just loud enough to be audible across the slowly increasing distance. She would have to correct that. He would need a bit more of a headstart before the fun could start though.

Argent, on the other hand, was covering up his nervousness with more jokes. While Aurum never really meant to hurt, and he was immortal, her bodily strength is far above his, and her idea of a joke was always far more physical than he'd like.

"Of course, dearest sister. If you were a lowly animal, you would be the finest, sweetest Kavat of Ma-" he attempts to get out, before being cut off by the pouncing of a frame much taller than him, only narrowly avoided because it was an intentional miss. Well, that was his cue to run. Surely she wouldn't continue this in front of the recruits right? If he was correct on that count, then...

"With the strength of a feral Drahk!

Then he could definitely get the last word in.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Minutes later, a man of formal stance enters through the doors of the hangar, his eyes locked on his target, the stage. Every step he took exuded a sense of confidence that came with knowing that even if the entirety of the room was trying to kill you, you could still escape relatively unharmed, and perhaps even take one or two of them with you. He was quite clearly a child of the Zariman. Ignoring the amassed crowd, aside from a small smile to indicate his satisfaction at the turnout, he slipped through with unmatched grace, the Nyx immediately falling into step behind him as he passed it by. 

As he ascended the stairs leading to the stage, some may have begun to look past the aura of justified arrogance, and noticed how his appearance suggested exactly nothing to intimidate. Argent was a man of barely 5 feet in height, seeming to be perhaps fourteen at most. Paired with the silky black ponytail reaching down to his waist and the pair of spectacles perched over pale skin, few would have given him even a second thought in any other context. However, he was not anywhere else. He was here, on a stage, in front of several of the galaxy's elite, seeming as sure of his dominion over them as anyone else would be of their right to breathe. One last time, he straightens his black peacoat and slacks, before signalling the Nyx that had taken position behind and to the left of him, not even bothering to glance backwards. 

Within a moment, the frame crackles with golden arcs of energy to match its accents, sending beautiful patterns dancing across its glossy, gray-shaded body, lighting every inch of the accents as it powered up to its maximum range. Suddenly, every single prospective recruit would hear a voice as smooth as the gold that adorned the frame whispering in their minds, just loud enough to force them to pay attention if they wanted to make out the words, no doubt a demonstration of power.

"Would the attendees of the Children of the Flower event kindly report to the stage situated in the hangar? The event will begin within a few minutes."

Seeing what Cyrus could only assume was a Tenno from the Zariman stride out onto stage, his every move exuding confidence, was almost bizarre to him. Compared to his own 'I've barely used my legs in hundreds of years' look, this Tenno looked relatively normal. Maybe he should pay more attention to keeping his body more active, in case he ever needs to stride purposefully onto a stage.

Suddenly, the Nyx flares to life and a voice flows inside Cyrus' mind, announcing the beginning of whatever 'event' was about to happen. 

"No turning back now, I suppose," Cyrus mutters under his breath, waiting for the event to begin.

 

[Gamer4Christ]

18 hours ago, (PS4)Razor9045 said:

“Alright, I suppose so,” Naradin silently muttered to himself. This Nyx bothered him. Sure, the Nyx was psychic, already that made it powerful by magnitudes, but something in that voice bother him. Naradin’s gut instinct was crying out to him not to trust it, nor it’s tenno.

 

He started walking to the stage, looking for a spot to sit in. He settled for a seat in back of the crowd. If something were to happen, he could make a quick escape. However, he doubted anything would like to happen. Perhaps he was paranoid, but he rather be too careful then careless.

He sat down and quietly waited for the main event.

"Psst! Hey, buddy!" *Volt-Edge waves you over next to him*

[ShrimpOverlord]

Dov side-eyed the weirdo complaining about a Tenno waving a sword around and stepped closer to the podium.

He looked at the other recruits. They all seemed... Irritated by the message. But the Volt knew to appreciate it. The pony-tailed Tenno was obviously establishing his dominance and shifting the power dynamic in the room - he was flexing his muscles, basically. 

In addition, he didn't care about his mind being invaded. He had nothing to hide, at least not now.

If anything, the telepathy move earned respect in Dov's book - the zariman Tenno knew what he was doing and how to show that he knew what he was doing.

[(PSN)Razor9045]

1 hour ago, Gamer4Christ said:

"Psst! Hey, buddy!" *Volt-Edge waves you over next to him*

(Well, might as well,) thought Naradin.

Sure, being in the back was safe, but having a tenno near you was even safer. s long as you were not the target, the tenno could protect you easily. Also, it would be extremely useful to have tenno friends, as they were the main power in the war.

 

Naradin rose from his chair, walked over and sat down next to Volt-Edge. 

“Well, I don’t believe I introduced myself to you Volt-Edge. My name is Naradin,” stated Naradin.

”May I ask, how did you come to be here?”

[Gamer4Christ]

1 hour ago, (PS4)Razor9045 said:

(Well, might as well,) thought Naradin.

Sure, being in the back was safe, but having a tenno near you was even safer. s long as you were not the target, the tenno could protect you easily. Also, it would be extremely useful to have tenno friends, as they were the main power in the war.

 

Naradin rose from his chair, walked over and sat down next to Volt-Edge. 

“Well, I don’t believe I introduced myself to you Volt-Edge. My name is Naradin,” stated Naradin.

”May I ask, how did you come to be here?”

"Good to meet ya, buddy!" he says as he offers you a handshake.

"Whelp, let's see..." he says as he rubs his hands together.  "Got me a little message tellin' me to come here, said what I already knew about ole Space Granny, how they're gonna help us end the war, blah blah blah...  Oh, and they sent me the nav coordinates, so that pretty much sums it up there.  So, uh... any idea as to what exactly is goin' on here, or...?"

Edited September 1, 2019 by Gamer4Christ

[Denny2669]

7 hours ago, Agent_Maine said:

"I see." Marie responded.

"My name is Marie Langley. I was invited here as well. If you indeed end up taking part in this, then I hope we work together well if the chance ever presents itself." She said.

"Hey, you actually used fewer words this time. Good on you." Andrea half mocked. She was almost convinced now that this wasn't an actual Tenno, just some AI trying to blend in unsuccessfully due to it's lack of emotion. Almost. But it was no doubt a Tenno. A very weird one. She's almost scared to look at the other attendees, fearing them might just be more nutjobs among them. Might turn out to be more of a freak show than a clown show.

[DaMadReaper]

Argent watches with the same small smile he'd been wearing for the past few minutes as the last of the recruits file into position, some seeming justifiably irritated by the mental intrusion, others impressed, and some... oddly indifferent. He paid it little mind, beyond memorising the reactions of certain faces in the crowd for future reference. They would all become accustomed to the feeling sooner or later. One more roam of the eyes to confirm attendance, a clearing of the throat and he was ready to begin. 

"Hello, recruits, and welcome to what will hopefully be a short and more or less uneventful speech. First of all, I'd like to thank everyone in attendance for making the effort to meet with us today, and at the very least hear us out," explains Argent, seemingly far more focused on his words than he was anything else, as his hands had begun gesticulating alongside his words at some point.

"It would be easy for me to sell you this ideal image of a system-spanning army that will annihilate our enemies and take back the world from cruel tyranny, or some highly organised task force performing precision strikes all along the world. That is simply not realistic when you consider the numbers involved, and the general type of people that ally themselves with us. Instead, allow me to explain the facts. The Lotus is likely not coming back, and she served as the only large-scale organiser of Tenno, meaning that there is currently no real communication between the major cells, and no strategic oversight. We are being overrun, slaughtered, and captured due to superior strategic oversight and a lack of communication between cells.The Children of the Flower, while only loosely organised, allow for collaboration without suffocation. The Children only direct cells in the general sense in order to maintain a semblance of strategy, and to avoid excessive overlap. If you choose to walk away, we will not stop you, nor will we get in your way with your future endeavours. We may even invite you once more. However, I sincerely believe that without oversight like that of the Children, we will only be treading water in this war."

Every word brought with it heat, passion, ever rising. He truly, sincerely believed in his cause, it seemed, or at the very least, he was very good at faking. Nevertheless, he couldn't resist roving the crowd to gauge the reactions of the people involved. He was never really one for a sales pitch, but... the truth was usually the best incentive, right?

"If you choose to disbelieve our goals, then I thank you for hearing us out. If you choose to take your own path instead, I thank you for your attendance. However, if you choose to place your faith in us, then I thank you for your faith. If you're interested in staying, kindly join us for the feast, where you will be introduced to our first assignment and be officially registered as a member of the Children."

He half-turns his head towards the Nyx, in order to confirm that he'd not missed anything, turning back seemingly without having waited for an answer.

"Before I dismiss the meeting and allow my dearest Aurum to guide you all to the feast, are there any questions you'd like answered? Concerns my speech did not address?"

[Drakeardian]

7 minutes ago, DaMadReaper said:

Argent watches with the same small smile he'd been wearing for the past few minutes as the last of the recruits file into position, some seeming justifiably irritated by the mental intrusion, others impressed, and some... oddly indifferent. He paid it little mind, beyond memorising the reactions of certain faces in the crowd for future reference. They would all become accustomed to the feeling sooner or later. One more roam of the eyes to confirm attendance, a clearing of the throat and he was ready to begin. 

"Hello, recruits, and welcome to what will hopefully be a short and more or less uneventful speech. First of all, I'd like to thank everyone in attendance for making the effort to meet with us today, and at the very least hear us out," explains Argent, seemingly far more focused on his words than he was anything else, as his hands had begun gesticulating alongside his words at some point.

"It would be easy for me to sell you this ideal image of a system-spanning army that will annihilate our enemies and take back the world from cruel tyranny, or some highly organised task force performing precision strikes all along the world. That is simply not realistic when you consider the numbers involved, and the general type of people that ally themselves with us. Instead, allow me to explain the facts. The Lotus is likely not coming back, and she served as the only large-scale organiser of Tenno, meaning that there is currently no real communication between the major cells, and no strategic oversight. We are being overrun, slaughtered, and captured due to superior strategic oversight and a lack of communication between cells.The Children of the Flower, while only loosely organised, allow for collaboration without suffocation. The Children only direct cells in the general sense in order to maintain a semblance of strategy, and to avoid excessive overlap. If you choose to walk away, we will not stop you, nor will we get in your way with your future endeavours. We may even invite you once more. However, I sincerely believe that without oversight like that of the Children, we will only be treading water in this war."

Every word brought with it heat, passion, ever rising. He truly, sincerely believed in his cause, it seemed, or at the very least, he was very good at faking. Nevertheless, he couldn't resist roving the crowd to gauge the reactions of the people involved. He was never really one for a sales pitch, but... the truth was usually the best incentive, right?

"If you choose to disbelieve our goals, then I thank you for hearing us out. If you choose to take your own path instead, I thank you for your attendance. However, if you choose to place your faith in us, then I thank you for your faith. If you're interested in staying, kindly join us for the feast, where you will be introduced to our first assignment and be officially registered as a member of the Children."

He half-turns his head towards the Nyx, in order to confirm that he'd not missed anything, turning back seemingly without having waited for an answer.

"Before I dismiss the meeting and allow my dearest Aurum to guide you all to the feast, are there any questions you'd like answered? Concerns my speech did not address?"

The truth was hard to take on board.

The Tenno were scattered, some choosing to embrace this freedom to become slaves to the Grineer and the Corpus but the Prime knew better, It didn't help that the couldn't feel like they would have to face their disgraceful counterparts in mortal combat. she raised her hand and inquired with a voice that spoke of concern "If the Children happen upon a Cell that requires aid or rescue, do we offer them the same choice to join you like you have given us?" she asked with a raised brow. "And what of those who disgrace our honour with their piracy and lust for cheap credits? what do we do with them?" She hoped she didn't have to spill Tenno blood but she couldn't help but feel as if it were unavoidable.

[Gamer4Christ]

38 minutes ago, Drakeardian said:

The truth was hard to take on board.

The Tenno were scattered, some choosing to embrace this freedom to become slaves to the Grineer and the Corpus but the Prime knew better, It didn't help that the couldn't feel like they would have to face their disgraceful counterparts in mortal combat. she raised her hand and inquired with a voice that spoke of concern "If the Children happen upon a Cell that requires aid or rescue, do we offer them the same choice to join you like you have given us?" she asked with a raised brow. "And what of those who disgrace our honour with their piracy and lust for cheap credits? what do we do with them?" She hoped she didn't have to spill Tenno blood but she couldn't help but feel as if it were unavoidable.

Volt-Edge was about to raise his hand, but waited for his turn.  And it was in fact a good question.  One he himself didn't think of, but wanted answered.  He'd run into many a pathetic excuse for Tenno.  Those who cared for nothing but credits, platinum, and never-ending power. 

But then again, he decided to take a mental look in the mirror.  Was he one of them?  Was all this just his desire to get paid and move on, or was there an actual passion?  A motivation to do good, rather than a simplistic motivation for monetary gain.  He hoped it not to be the latter, but then again, he DID need the money.  The cost of fuel for the Orbiter and his jet-pack system, the cost for it's electric, the steep pricing of ammunition, the list was endless.

Maybe in the end he WAS in it for the money, but then again, he did have more reason than that.  The desire to get back at the witch they all had known as the Lotus, their alleged "mother".  He wanted revenge, for ALL of it.  The lies, the manipulation, the betrayal...  To defeat her wasn't enough at this point.  No, he wanted BLOOD.  LOTS of it.  Oh the thought of tearing her limb from limb as she watched tempted him so.  To see her suffer for her atrocities, to hear her screams of agony... he wanted it, he wanted it badly...

 

He quickly shook his head as he came back to his regular state of thought.  What was he doing?!  Sure, he'd killed many a villainous being in his lifetime, but never had he felt so excited at the thought of torture.  It quite honestly frightened him.  Maybe he really wasn't in it for just the money after all, but he honestly wished it so.  The thoughts that flushed into his mind made him feel as sinister as the very people he'd killed.  He'd vowed never to be like them.  EVER.  He tried to clear his mind, and brought his mental focus back to the war.  The thought of bringing freedom to the Grineer, aiding the poor amongst the Corpus, ridding the cosmos of the disease known as the Infested, and finishing the Sentients once and for all... it brought back the joy he'd felt upon reading the message.

 

Maybe he was in it for the money.  Maybe.  But he certainly had a purpose in mind: Justice.  And he would deliver until the deed was done...

[Psychotoxin]

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Edited September 2, 2019 by Psychotoxin

[Psychotoxin]

1 hour ago, DaMadReaper said:

Argent watches with the same small smile he'd been wearing for the past few minutes as the last of the recruits file into position, some seeming justifiably irritated by the mental intrusion, others impressed, and some... oddly indifferent. He paid it little mind, beyond memorising the reactions of certain faces in the crowd for future reference. They would all become accustomed to the feeling sooner or later. One more roam of the eyes to confirm attendance, a clearing of the throat and he was ready to begin. 

"Hello, recruits, and welcome to what will hopefully be a short and more or less uneventful speech. First of all, I'd like to thank everyone in attendance for making the effort to meet with us today, and at the very least hear us out," explains Argent, seemingly far more focused on his words than he was anything else, as his hands had begun gesticulating alongside his words at some point.

"It would be easy for me to sell you this ideal image of a system-spanning army that will annihilate our enemies and take back the world from cruel tyranny, or some highly organised task force performing precision strikes all along the world. That is simply not realistic when you consider the numbers involved, and the general type of people that ally themselves with us. Instead, allow me to explain the facts. The Lotus is likely not coming back, and she served as the only large-scale organiser of Tenno, meaning that there is currently no real communication between the major cells, and no strategic oversight. We are being overrun, slaughtered, and captured due to superior strategic oversight and a lack of communication between cells.The Children of the Flower, while only loosely organised, allow for collaboration without suffocation. The Children only direct cells in the general sense in order to maintain a semblance of strategy, and to avoid excessive overlap. If you choose to walk away, we will not stop you, nor will we get in your way with your future endeavours. We may even invite you once more. However, I sincerely believe that without oversight like that of the Children, we will only be treading water in this war."

Every word brought with it heat, passion, ever rising. He truly, sincerely believed in his cause, it seemed, or at the very least, he was very good at faking. Nevertheless, he couldn't resist roving the crowd to gauge the reactions of the people involved. He was never really one for a sales pitch, but... the truth was usually the best incentive, right?

"If you choose to disbelieve our goals, then I thank you for hearing us out. If you choose to take your own path instead, I thank you for your attendance. However, if you choose to place your faith in us, then I thank you for your faith. If you're interested in staying, kindly join us for the feast, where you will be introduced to our first assignment and be officially registered as a member of the Children."

He half-turns his head towards the Nyx, in order to confirm that he'd not missed anything, turning back seemingly without having waited for an answer.

"Before I dismiss the meeting and allow my dearest Aurum to guide you all to the feast, are there any questions you'd like answered? Concerns my speech did not address?"

Insali stood up straight and called out, with little hesitation:"That's all nice and fine, that speech of yours, but you still haven't given a plausible end goal for us to look forward to. A causeless force is just as bad as a disorganized one, if not even worse."

The kid seemed to believe in what he was saying, but it might've been just youthful delusion. Not being able to age and mature was probably rough, regardless how much experience one gained.

"That being said, if all this stuff I've heard about Lotus is really true, then re-establishing some form of unity might be a good start. So you can count this rusty popsicle tagging along for the ride."

The Excalibur was aimless at the current point in time anyhow, so tagging along with people pretending to have a plan was as good an option as any. He just hoped this wouldn't turn in some twisted suicide mission run for a bank heist or something. One could hide many things under sugar-sweet promises. More so if they outright declare that they are not doing exactly that.

[(PSN)Razor9045]

3 hours ago, DaMadReaper said:

Argent watches with the same small smile he'd been wearing for the past few minutes as the last of the recruits file into position, some seeming justifiably irritated by the mental intrusion, others impressed, and some... oddly indifferent. He paid it little mind, beyond memorising the reactions of certain faces in the crowd for future reference. They would all become accustomed to the feeling sooner or later. One more roam of the eyes to confirm attendance, a clearing of the throat and he was ready to begin. 

"Hello, recruits, and welcome to what will hopefully be a short and more or less uneventful speech. First of all, I'd like to thank everyone in attendance for making the effort to meet with us today, and at the very least hear us out," explains Argent, seemingly far more focused on his words than he was anything else, as his hands had begun gesticulating alongside his words at some point.

"It would be easy for me to sell you this ideal image of a system-spanning army that will annihilate our enemies and take back the world from cruel tyranny, or some highly organised task force performing precision strikes all along the world. That is simply not realistic when you consider the numbers involved, and the general type of people that ally themselves with us. Instead, allow me to explain the facts. The Lotus is likely not coming back, and she served as the only large-scale organiser of Tenno, meaning that there is currently no real communication between the major cells, and no strategic oversight. We are being overrun, slaughtered, and captured due to superior strategic oversight and a lack of communication between cells.The Children of the Flower, while only loosely organised, allow for collaboration without suffocation. The Children only direct cells in the general sense in order to maintain a semblance of strategy, and to avoid excessive overlap. If you choose to walk away, we will not stop you, nor will we get in your way with your future endeavours. We may even invite you once more. However, I sincerely believe that without oversight like that of the Children, we will only be treading water in this war."

Every word brought with it heat, passion, ever rising. He truly, sincerely believed in his cause, it seemed, or at the very least, he was very good at faking. Nevertheless, he couldn't resist roving the crowd to gauge the reactions of the people involved. He was never really one for a sales pitch, but... the truth was usually the best incentive, right?

"If you choose to disbelieve our goals, then I thank you for hearing us out. If you choose to take your own path instead, I thank you for your attendance. However, if you choose to place your faith in us, then I thank you for your faith. If you're interested in staying, kindly join us for the feast, where you will be introduced to our first assignment and be officially registered as a member of the Children."

He half-turns his head towards the Nyx, in order to confirm that he'd not missed anything, turning back seemingly without having waited for an answer.

"Before I dismiss the meeting and allow my dearest Aurum to guide you all to the feast, are there any questions you'd like answered? Concerns my speech did not address?"

Why was he here, pondered Naradin. Even since his family was murdered by the grineer, he had been a drifter, a nomad, a man without hope. He worked for any penny he could scrape. He hated being poor, working for the system’s crime lords. He hated the muck he found himself hired by. But what did he want? What did his heart desire for?

Then, suddenly, he found the answer.

There were two things he wanted. One, to find a home. A place we’re he could reside safely. Second, he wanted to have a family, to settle down. He desired to grow old teaching children the lessons he learned.

The Children of the Flower provided a way to pay for a home and he was going to take it.

Edited September 2, 2019 by (PS4)Razor9045

[MetroFallout]

10 hours ago, DaMadReaper said:

Argent watches with the same small smile he'd been wearing for the past few minutes as the last of the recruits file into position, some seeming justifiably irritated by the mental intrusion, others impressed, and some... oddly indifferent. He paid it little mind, beyond memorising the reactions of certain faces in the crowd for future reference. They would all become accustomed to the feeling sooner or later. One more roam of the eyes to confirm attendance, a clearing of the throat and he was ready to begin. 

"Hello, recruits, and welcome to what will hopefully be a short and more or less uneventful speech. First of all, I'd like to thank everyone in attendance for making the effort to meet with us today, and at the very least hear us out," explains Argent, seemingly far more focused on his words than he was anything else, as his hands had begun gesticulating alongside his words at some point.

"It would be easy for me to sell you this ideal image of a system-spanning army that will annihilate our enemies and take back the world from cruel tyranny, or some highly organised task force performing precision strikes all along the world. That is simply not realistic when you consider the numbers involved, and the general type of people that ally themselves with us. Instead, allow me to explain the facts. The Lotus is likely not coming back, and she served as the only large-scale organiser of Tenno, meaning that there is currently no real communication between the major cells, and no strategic oversight. We are being overrun, slaughtered, and captured due to superior strategic oversight and a lack of communication between cells.The Children of the Flower, while only loosely organised, allow for collaboration without suffocation. The Children only direct cells in the general sense in order to maintain a semblance of strategy, and to avoid excessive overlap. If you choose to walk away, we will not stop you, nor will we get in your way with your future endeavours. We may even invite you once more. However, I sincerely believe that without oversight like that of the Children, we will only be treading water in this war."

Every word brought with it heat, passion, ever rising. He truly, sincerely believed in his cause, it seemed, or at the very least, he was very good at faking. Nevertheless, he couldn't resist roving the crowd to gauge the reactions of the people involved. He was never really one for a sales pitch, but... the truth was usually the best incentive, right?

"If you choose to disbelieve our goals, then I thank you for hearing us out. If you choose to take your own path instead, I thank you for your attendance. However, if you choose to place your faith in us, then I thank you for your faith. If you're interested in staying, kindly join us for the feast, where you will be introduced to our first assignment and be officially registered as a member of the Children."

He half-turns his head towards the Nyx, in order to confirm that he'd not missed anything, turning back seemingly without having waited for an answer.

"Before I dismiss the meeting and allow my dearest Aurum to guide you all to the feast, are there any questions you'd like answered? Concerns my speech did not address?"

Zero kept quiet throughout Argent's speech. He really had nothing to say in response nor any interest in asking any questions. He had already joined the Children a month prior to this meeting that was called to recruit more to the cause. There's really nothing Argent needs to say in order to convince him since he's already invested in the Children's goals, especially the goals pertaining to the Corpus.

"I suppose it's time to go to this feast. I've got no questions." said Zero, looking over at Lucas. "How about you?"

[Locky122]

17 hours ago, DaMadReaper said:

Argent watches with the same small smile he'd been wearing for the past few minutes as the last of the recruits file into position, some seeming justifiably irritated by the mental intrusion, others impressed, and some... oddly indifferent. He paid it little mind, beyond memorising the reactions of certain faces in the crowd for future reference. They would all become accustomed to the feeling sooner or later. One more roam of the eyes to confirm attendance, a clearing of the throat and he was ready to begin. 

"Hello, recruits, and welcome to what will hopefully be a short and more or less uneventful speech. First of all, I'd like to thank everyone in attendance for making the effort to meet with us today, and at the very least hear us out," explains Argent, seemingly far more focused on his words than he was anything else, as his hands had begun gesticulating alongside his words at some point.

"It would be easy for me to sell you this ideal image of a system-spanning army that will annihilate our enemies and take back the world from cruel tyranny, or some highly organised task force performing precision strikes all along the world. That is simply not realistic when you consider the numbers involved, and the general type of people that ally themselves with us. Instead, allow me to explain the facts. The Lotus is likely not coming back, and she served as the only large-scale organiser of Tenno, meaning that there is currently no real communication between the major cells, and no strategic oversight. We are being overrun, slaughtered, and captured due to superior strategic oversight and a lack of communication between cells.The Children of the Flower, while only loosely organised, allow for collaboration without suffocation. The Children only direct cells in the general sense in order to maintain a semblance of strategy, and to avoid excessive overlap. If you choose to walk away, we will not stop you, nor will we get in your way with your future endeavours. We may even invite you once more. However, I sincerely believe that without oversight like that of the Children, we will only be treading water in this war."

Every word brought with it heat, passion, ever rising. He truly, sincerely believed in his cause, it seemed, or at the very least, he was very good at faking. Nevertheless, he couldn't resist roving the crowd to gauge the reactions of the people involved. He was never really one for a sales pitch, but... the truth was usually the best incentive, right?

"If you choose to disbelieve our goals, then I thank you for hearing us out. If you choose to take your own path instead, I thank you for your attendance. However, if you choose to place your faith in us, then I thank you for your faith. If you're interested in staying, kindly join us for the feast, where you will be introduced to our first assignment and be officially registered as a member of the Children."

He half-turns his head towards the Nyx, in order to confirm that he'd not missed anything, turning back seemingly without having waited for an answer.

"Before I dismiss the meeting and allow my dearest Aurum to guide you all to the feast, are there any questions you'd like answered? Concerns my speech did not address?"

 

6 hours ago, MetroFallout said:

Zero kept quiet throughout Argent's speech. He really had nothing to say in response nor any interest in asking any questions. He had already joined the Children a month prior to this meeting that was called to recruit more to the cause. There's really nothing Argent needs to say in order to convince him since he's already invested in the Children's goals, especially the goals pertaining to the Corpus.

"I suppose it's time to go to this feast. I've got no questions." said Zero, looking over at Lucas. "How about you?"

Lucas did likewise - staying quiet during the speech, while mulling over his decision on joining this organisation for the time being.

As a whole, Lucas saw the tenno as a double-edged sword in terms of the system's balance of power. They were defenders, yes, but unorganised; even volatile at times when things get overly messy with gray areas. A structured and organised entity working to bring this incredibly powerful group into a more uniform mass would work wonders to amplify their effect on the system as a whole. And for the most part, the human believed that these "Children of the Flower" were true to their word - wanting to use the tenno to bring balance and perhaps peace to the sol system.

However, healthy skeptisism was always there in the back of Lucas' mind - reminding him that it still had plenty of time to go t!ts-up if the wrong guy is in charge. And he was already making mental contingencies in case that indeed began to take hold.

After the speech, he turned to Zero, responding to his query.

"Yeah, could use a feed. I've got no questions either - guy just stated all that was on the package when i signed up. Still, i've got an inkling of skeptisism about the true goals of this group. More than likely completely unrealistic paranoia, but i've been burnt before, so i'm still being a bit wary. But, as long as they stick true, i'm in. It'd be god for the tenno to finally be an organised force again - god knows the system needs it with the corpus and grineer walking al over it like a damn welcome rug..."

Edited September 3, 2019 by Locky122

[ImagoX]

18 hours ago, DaMadReaper said:

Argent watches with the same small smile he'd been wearing for the past few minutes as the last of the recruits file into position, some seeming justifiably irritated by the mental intrusion, others impressed, and some... oddly indifferent. He paid it little mind, beyond memorising the reactions of certain faces in the crowd for future reference. They would all become accustomed to the feeling sooner or later. One more roam of the eyes to confirm attendance, a clearing of the throat and he was ready to begin. 

"Hello, recruits, and welcome to what will hopefully be a short and more or less uneventful speech. First of all, I'd like to thank everyone in attendance for making the effort to meet with us today, and at the very least hear us out," explains Argent, seemingly far more focused on his words than he was anything else, as his hands had begun gesticulating alongside his words at some point.

"It would be easy for me to sell you this ideal image of a system-spanning army that will annihilate our enemies and take back the world from cruel tyranny, or some highly organised task force performing precision strikes all along the world. That is simply not realistic when you consider the numbers involved, and the general type of people that ally themselves with us. Instead, allow me to explain the facts. The Lotus is likely not coming back, and she served as the only large-scale organiser of Tenno, meaning that there is currently no real communication between the major cells, and no strategic oversight. We are being overrun, slaughtered, and captured due to superior strategic oversight and a lack of communication between cells.The Children of the Flower, while only loosely organised, allow for collaboration without suffocation. The Children only direct cells in the general sense in order to maintain a semblance of strategy, and to avoid excessive overlap. If you choose to walk away, we will not stop you, nor will we get in your way with your future endeavours. We may even invite you once more. However, I sincerely believe that without oversight like that of the Children, we will only be treading water in this war."

Every word brought with it heat, passion, ever rising. He truly, sincerely believed in his cause, it seemed, or at the very least, he was very good at faking. Nevertheless, he couldn't resist roving the crowd to gauge the reactions of the people involved. He was never really one for a sales pitch, but... the truth was usually the best incentive, right?

"If you choose to disbelieve our goals, then I thank you for hearing us out. If you choose to take your own path instead, I thank you for your attendance. However, if you choose to place your faith in us, then I thank you for your faith. If you're interested in staying, kindly join us for the feast, where you will be introduced to our first assignment and be officially registered as a member of the Children."

He half-turns his head towards the Nyx, in order to confirm that he'd not missed anything, turning back seemingly without having waited for an answer.

"Before I dismiss the meeting and allow my dearest Aurum to guide you all to the feast, are there any questions you'd like answered? Concerns my speech did not address?"

The Imago steps forward. The bone white Umbra gleams in the mellow light of the relay, catching from the tarnished silver of its edging. 

"Yes, I want to know something," he says, using Umbra's seldom-used voc box, turning up the volume to send his voice to the corners of the assembly hall. "I agree wholeheartedly that an army needs a general. Someone with a strategic mind, and the resources to guide it. The Lotus was our general for many years. Guided us into battles that she said needed to be fought, against enemies she said threatened the peace. That threatened the planets of the origin system, and the countless lives of its people.

"But now, the Lotus is gone,"  he continues, turning now to address the assembled beings ringing the stage. "Left us to go back to her... people. Abandoned us when we needed her the most, to rejoin—"

The Imago stops as his voice momentarily breaks. He shakes his head, seems to gather himself for a moment, then straightens his shoulders. There is a shimmer along the Umbra's chest. The flash of voidlight, the glow of a higher, parallel dimension as The Imago emerges from the shelter of his Warframe. He is tall for an Operator, almost six feet, with wide shoulders and long, well-muscled limbs. His interface suit, ancient, battered, still bearing the almost illegible sigils of the Zarimon Ten-Zero, is black as the inside of a mine, trimmed with the same tarnished silver that adorns his Frame. The vac suit's hood is closed tight, silvered goggles allowing none to see inside. Not showing a square inch of skin. Of vulnerable flesh.

The Operator strides forward, and the Umbra, remarkably, follows behind, stalking at his heel like a bodyguard. Its masked face swivels, animated by some internal intelligence, taking in every corner of the room. Assessing each of the assembled.

Taking their measure.

The Imago walks to their host's side, and peers into his face. His goggled eyes are inscrutable, unknowable. When he speaks again, his voice is flat, free of all emotion. Calculating. Hard, and sharp, as the edge of a blade. Cold as the vacuum between stars.

"My question is this, 'general': why do you think you can lead us?" he asks, gesturing back towards the assembled host. "And why should we follow?"

With that, The Imago crosses his slender arms, head cocked, waiting, as the Umbra stands at his back, poised.  

 

Edited September 3, 2019 by ImagoX

[Agent_Maine]

18 hours ago, DaMadReaper said:

Argent watches with the same small smile he'd been wearing for the past few minutes as the last of the recruits file into position, some seeming justifiably irritated by the mental intrusion, others impressed, and some... oddly indifferent. He paid it little mind, beyond memorising the reactions of certain faces in the crowd for future reference. They would all become accustomed to the feeling sooner or later. One more roam of the eyes to confirm attendance, a clearing of the throat and he was ready to begin. 

"Hello, recruits, and welcome to what will hopefully be a short and more or less uneventful speech. First of all, I'd like to thank everyone in attendance for making the effort to meet with us today, and at the very least hear us out," explains Argent, seemingly far more focused on his words than he was anything else, as his hands had begun gesticulating alongside his words at some point.

"It would be easy for me to sell you this ideal image of a system-spanning army that will annihilate our enemies and take back the world from cruel tyranny, or some highly organised task force performing precision strikes all along the world. That is simply not realistic when you consider the numbers involved, and the general type of people that ally themselves with us. Instead, allow me to explain the facts. The Lotus is likely not coming back, and she served as the only large-scale organiser of Tenno, meaning that there is currently no real communication between the major cells, and no strategic oversight. We are being overrun, slaughtered, and captured due to superior strategic oversight and a lack of communication between cells.The Children of the Flower, while only loosely organised, allow for collaboration without suffocation. The Children only direct cells in the general sense in order to maintain a semblance of strategy, and to avoid excessive overlap. If you choose to walk away, we will not stop you, nor will we get in your way with your future endeavours. We may even invite you once more. However, I sincerely believe that without oversight like that of the Children, we will only be treading water in this war."

Every word brought with it heat, passion, ever rising. He truly, sincerely believed in his cause, it seemed, or at the very least, he was very good at faking. Nevertheless, he couldn't resist roving the crowd to gauge the reactions of the people involved. He was never really one for a sales pitch, but... the truth was usually the best incentive, right?

"If you choose to disbelieve our goals, then I thank you for hearing us out. If you choose to take your own path instead, I thank you for your attendance. However, if you choose to place your faith in us, then I thank you for your faith. If you're interested in staying, kindly join us for the feast, where you will be introduced to our first assignment and be officially registered as a member of the Children."

He half-turns his head towards the Nyx, in order to confirm that he'd not missed anything, turning back seemingly without having waited for an answer.

"Before I dismiss the meeting and allow my dearest Aurum to guide you all to the feast, are there any questions you'd like answered? Concerns my speech did not address?"

Marie had no such questions. The Children of the Flower's offer seemed perfect for her, after all. Somebody directing and giving a level of leadership to the various cells of Tenno was a perfect superior for the basically walking weapon Marie. Therefore, unlike some others in the room, she was perfectly ready to accept their offer. There was no one else to fill the hole the Lotus left, after all.

18 hours ago, Drakeardian said:

The truth was hard to take on board.

The Tenno were scattered, some choosing to embrace this freedom to become slaves to the Grineer and the Corpus but the Prime knew better, It didn't help that the couldn't feel like they would have to face their disgraceful counterparts in mortal combat. she raised her hand and inquired with a voice that spoke of concern "If the Children happen upon a Cell that requires aid or rescue, do we offer them the same choice to join you like you have given us?" she asked with a raised brow. "And what of those who disgrace our honour with their piracy and lust for cheap credits? what do we do with them?" She hoped she didn't have to spill Tenno blood but she couldn't help but feel as if it were unavoidable.

Marie glanced over towards the Tenno who announced her questions. While many of the questions she posed were perfectly natural, Marie tilted her head in confusion as she heard the last one. Honour...? She thought. Marie didn't understand the concept. What did that mean? Was that some kind of mannerism, or a code some Tenno took? She just didn't understand - why would Tenno have such ideas? They were meant to be weapons, used for a cause and then thrown away when finished. Worrying about such things as "honour" didn't make sense. Perhaps she should ask that Tenno about what honour meant, if she got the chance.

27 minutes ago, ImagoX said:

The Imago walks to the speaker's side, peering into his face, his goggled eyes inscrutable, unknowable. When he speaks again, his voice is flat, free of all emotion. Calculating. Hard, and flat, as the plasteel deck. Cold as the vacuum outside the relay.

"My question is this, 'general': why do you think you can lead the Tenno, and these other folk?" he asks, gesturing back towards the assembled host. "And why should we follow?"

With that, The Imago crosses his slender arms, head cocked, waiting, as the Umbra at his back stands, ready, fingers flexing.   

Marie listened in closely as she heard the question. Definitely, it did make sense - why, of all people, should they follow the Children of the Flower? Why should they replace the Lotus? Her search for a new leader rested on how they answered this question. After all, while Marie had little individual initiative herself, she still wanted to make sure that she was fighting for the right people.