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Post by Guy Ymnikin on Jan 14, 2013 22:52:14 GMT -5
Guy stood outside the recently finished London Headquarters of his corporation. This would be the fourth building worldwide with his name on it. It felt like such a petty victory, but time is money, mo' money mo' power, so on, so forth. This building was a planned large-construction area, too. His next project was underway, the Ymni Rider project had just passed development stage. Guy let out a short chuckle, walking out into the street for a minute to catch his breath from the excitement. Oh, this was going to be fun.
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Post by Vladimir Flügel on Jan 19, 2013 10:16:34 GMT -5
"Now aren't you a simply marvelous specimen?" A voice cackled, walking on a wall behind Guy was a man who wore a rather fancy all black suit, appearing English as he had short blonde-red stubble and a fading head of hair. Walking all the down the wall, he stepped onto the ground and stood up-right, examining Guy; "Guy Ymnikin. I've heard much about you." His eyes narrowed.
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Post by Guy Ymnikin on Jan 20, 2013 23:30:28 GMT -5
Guy slowly turned to face Vladimir. "It's not surprising that you've heard about me. I hold a lot of influence in the world of weaponry. I assume you're a fan of guns, war, that sorta thing," Guy said, not completely surprised that this man was trying to be a brick version of Jesus. "If you want to make an appointment about your new weapon of mass destruction, though, you'll have to email my secretary's secretary."
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Post by Vladimir Flügel on Jan 21, 2013 10:55:22 GMT -5
"A fan of guns and war? I run the business." Vladimir chuckled softly, "My organization is what lays at the roots of the term Warfare, you may have heard of it, the organization known as CIPHRA?" Vladimir fixed his tie with closed eyes, "Actually, the reason I appear before you now was because of that very same subject--I've seen what you and your Corporation is capable of, and I've acknowledged myself with what potential you possess. Therefore I want to make a business proposition."
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Post by Guy Ymnikin on Jan 21, 2013 16:55:18 GMT -5
Guy smirked, began chuckling, and slowly turned that chuckle into a blood chilling laughter. He clapped his hands slowly, his head thrown back in his fit. "Tell me something. Suppose you're actually from CIPHRA and that this isn't a prank by a rival company, tell me, then, how did you not notice I've had a gun to your head this whole time?" Guy remarked as he stopped laughing, a grin on his face as he gave Vladimir a cold stare.
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Post by Vladimir Flügel on Jan 24, 2013 16:33:08 GMT -5
Vladimir laughed some, "Because I've nothing to fear from you." He closed his eyes, smirking, "So you are in disbelief that I am who I say I am, are you?" He opened one eye, not appearing one bit intimidated by the gun in his face, "What sort of proof will you require for me to convince you otherwise?"
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Post by Guy Ymnikin on Jan 24, 2013 16:41:32 GMT -5
"I dunno. What proof can you offer me?" Guy asked, looking the man up and down. "After all, you don't look like what I'd expect from a CIPHRA agent."
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Post by Vladimir Flügel on Jan 24, 2013 20:00:00 GMT -5
"I could you show you my true form--the true form of CIPHRA's leader." He offered.
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Post by Guy Ymnikin on Jan 26, 2013 14:38:49 GMT -5
"And if it's something I don't like, I'll assassinate you on the spot," Guy retorted as he snapped his fingers. Athena jumped off of a nearby roof, her Gatling gun extended and pointed at Vladimir. "Fair trade?"
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Post by Vladimir Flügel on Jan 26, 2013 18:53:21 GMT -5
"Fair enough." Vladimir closed his eyes, sliding his left sleeve up he went and removed the unusual brace of red color, removing it and tucking it into the pocket of his suit jacket. He began to slowly open his eyes as he face became distorted. His shape changing as he spread his arms out and let out a laugh as his body became its true form.
"Feel honored to gaze upon this form, for those who normally see it are not blessed to retain their lives."
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Post by Guy Ymnikin on Jan 26, 2013 18:57:58 GMT -5
Guy looked upon Vladimir's new form and let out a laugh. "Interesting... Alas, I don't like it. Or, rather, it doesn't scream 'Leader' to me. It's definitely something one of my Riders could take on, that's for sure," Guy noted as he looked at Athena. "Don't waste your bullets. This person... Does not inspire me..."
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Post by Vladimir Flügel on Jan 27, 2013 0:28:44 GMT -5
Abrella stepped forward once, stroking his 'chin' with a hand, "You're an interesting one to speak so surely of such things." He remarked, closing his three eyes as he walked past Guy. "I have extended my hand to you most generously to offer a position in my Group. I have stated that you may continue operations with your own organization as you desire, I would even back-you with resources from CIPHRA. All I am looking for, is an ally." He told Guy.
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Post by Guy Ymnikin on Jan 27, 2013 0:32:58 GMT -5
Guy simply stared Vladimir in the eyes. "If you knew anything about me, you'd know I'm not exactly at a loss for resources. You've offered me nothing but a petty transformation and words I've not even seen you back. Prove to me you are who you say you are or get out of my face. Your alternate option is to attack me and face the consequences. Have you ever had to remove 20 tons of bullets, missiles and shrapnel from your body? Because that's just the tip of the living hell Athena can unleash. I'll give you one more chance. Prove to me that you are, in fact, the leader of CIPHRA!" Guy declared.
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Post by Vladimir Flügel on Jan 27, 2013 0:51:30 GMT -5
"...Oh how I detest revealing so much so openly. Very well." Abrella sighed seeming annoyed. He closed his eyes again as he pressed a button on his belt, an eerie tune began to emit from it, echoing across the air as nearby electronics became distorted only slightly. The tune ringing out for about a minute before coming to a cease.
There was silence after that; Abrella staring at both Guy and Athena without a word--until they began to appear. Some of the Inhumanoids in which CIPHRA used to spread terror across the world had begun to flock to Abrella, a Golden Bat, a Silver Turtle, Carmine Ant, and several other different types of Inhumanoids had begun to appear around Abrella.
"Oh and word of advice: As charming as it is to be threatened by such a primitive being and your allurious little assistant--I should remind you that I've had three of my own eying you from different points." He chuckled darkly, "Silver. Blue." He called out as matching robots aside from differing colors of Silver and Blue jumped in front of Abrella. Raising their weapons of staff and whip respectively in a defensive manner to keep Guy and Athena separated from Abrella.
"The Mechanical Inhumanoids. The Mass-Produced Hakaider Units. And..." Abrella extended two fingers, holding a black envelope between them before throwing it at Guy's feet. The envelope bore the insignia of CIPHRA upon it. "...my personal calling card."
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Post by Guy Ymnikin on Jan 27, 2013 0:55:23 GMT -5
Guy smirked, grabbing the envelope as it flew to his feet, not allowing it to dirty the ground he stood on. "Oh? See, was that so hard?" he asked. "Alright, I believe you. Now comes the fun part. What does the leader of CIPHRA want from me? Am I that important that such a powerful figure wants to form an alliance with, as you put it, such a primitive being?"
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