A part of a team. (open to TW)

Subject: A part of a team. (open to TW) Sun Sep 11, 2011 11:39 pm

It had been atleast two days since Kunoichi joined the team. So far it's been quiet and slow, not once going on a mission or saving the day like a true Titan.
Right now she was in the training room, training of coarse, what she would do in her free time. Throwing shuriken and kunais at card board dummies that would move back and forth across the room.

Subject: Re: A part of a team. (open to TW) Mon Sep 19, 2011 10:38 am

Like an eerie spectre, Zack's hysteric chuckle emanated from the shadows, followed a moment later by the man himself. How long he had been there was anyone's guess. Had he been training all night again, simply ducking away when she entered? Or had he managed to slip inside while she trained? Only he knew. "Hard at work I see, newbie." He stepped forwards, tilting his head to one side. "You know, you'll never get much better like that. You'll simply get really good at hitting inanimate objects on a single track. But that's no fun when you have a living breathing monstrosity bearing down on you now is it? " Zack's eyes narrowed. "In the old days, the best way to train was to spill blood. It still is, but sadly these days are too new to be the old days..." He shuddered. "At least for now." He stared off into space for a long moment before suddenly snapping out of it. "Right right right righty right then, littly newbie, you need a better way to train, and I need something to occupy my mind." He paused, his grin widening. "You know, I never did get to spar you thanks to the fake Mod... What say you eh newbie? I promise I'll go easy..." Zack laughed again. To him, sparring was a joke, but if it helped improve her chances of surviving then he would spar every chance he got. He refused to lose another team mate, another friend.

Subject: Re: A part of a team. (open to TW) Mon Sep 19, 2011 11:14 am

San was up and about, scanning and analyzing the various defenses and systems that the tower used. Even going so far as to upgrade or improve them slightly, where she could. Her next stop however, was the Training room and the laughter that emanated from there was most...peculiar, maniacal even, as she peeked through the door, her long snow white hair shaking back and forth before coming to a complete stop over her face. Two of her teammates, just so happened to be using the room and for a moment she contemplated leaving them be, to go back to her own devices and continue her maintenance checks on the tower.

Most peculiar, I can't seem to detect a heart beat. What is he? What Sanakan didn't know about this man, was that just below his skin was an endo-skeleton made of an unknown alloy, that was initially interfering with her scans. As she pulled back to leave the door way, she felt her leg seize up for a moment causing her to instead, stumble into the room, catching her self on a stack of dumbbells, uttering an irritated sigh at her leg, almost like it could understand her. I will have to do some more repairs, it would seem the electrical damage ran deeper then was originally anticipated by Graymatter.

Sitting there for a few seconds, she simply stared at both Kunoichi and Zach, a blank,robotic expression on her face, her leg still locked up for the time being.

::Attempting to restore power to left leg servos and actuator. Estimated time of completion, ten minutes. Suggested course of action for the time being, interact with teammates.::

Letting out one final sigh, this time aimed at her on-board Virtual intelligence Sanakan looked at the two of them, and did a strange half bow. "Greetings, my name is Sanakan and despite this rather...embarrassing incident, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

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For Liev, this was, indeed, going to be one of those awkward moments during his servitude. Not too long ago, a fair number of 'disagreements' had been exchanged between the more-or-less co-captain of Teen Titans West and its firm leader, Silent Night... one could not be blamed for wondering how in the name of Justice those particular members' preeminent positions (or at least what the co-captain fancied calling them) could possibly coincide together.

Then there was also that one-week stay at Greyhound Hospital of Psychiatry and Specialised Practices.

And now, there was a very pretty young lady with hair the colour of a baby snow owl's soft, fragile down that would stay with the young chick until it was ready to fly. Liev had been expecting her despite his absence, and now that he was ready to brave the world again, he was ready to brave meeting an individual quite like his most trusted, late, comrade. In all honesty, it eased Honest's prickly tension toward Zack to have another female recruit. He always seemed to get along better with the more understanding gender.

"Hello," the solemn actor of an explosive and expansive spectrum of heightened emotions said sweetly, yet a small pang of suppressed melancholy peppered the otherwise sugary greeting. "Welcome, fair Sanakan, I’ve been waiting for your arrival; your powers are simply extraordinary, my dear girl."

A young man, about twenty-one years of age (although still considered a Teen Titan) with dark brown locks, a strong jaw, white-powdered face, a set of defined eyebrows and eyelashes, and eyes the colour of glittering sunlight had casually and quietly come up behind Sanakan, he having just finished arranging his meticulously kept affects and odd, unworldy masks in their proper order amongst the other oddities that made the actor's room... well, his room.

Honest gently patted Sanakan's shoulder in a gesture of camaraderie, slipped beside her, and entered the training room.

"Mind if I watch?" Honest asked even though he would stay if Zack or Kunoichi had the gall to tell him 'no.' "I promise I won't interfere this time; I'm just a tad bit bruised from last week anyway, plus it's only fair that Kuno-chan have another chance to prove herself.”

The actor was indeed “bruised;” a row of stitches at the base of his neck could be seen very well with the help of dried, ruby blood, his hands sported numerous bandages, his face still had a couple strips of medical tape covering just above his left eye, and those were just the most visible ailments. What really made the medical ensemble one to remember whilst cringing lay beneath his smooth black actor’s bodysuit, primarily his chest and back, which were practically entombed layers upon layers of tightly-wrapped gauze. However, by the way the actor carried himself and moved about lightly and effortlessly, it was very hard to detect how much pain his was in underneath this questionably... good façade.

“Hey and maybe, maybe Sanakan can fight you next, Zack. I'm sure you wouldn't mind having an extra helping of ego, mmmm, yes?” Honest continued, then added, “I jest–––about the ego, that is.”

Subject: Re: A part of a team. (open to TW) Mon Sep 19, 2011 9:35 pm

Kunoichi smiled and nodded at Silent Nights offer to help her train. She turned slightly to see another girl stumble in and then introduce herself.

"Nice to meet you Sanakan, My name is Kunoichi." she said also bowing slightly in her direction.
Turning back at Silent Night,"I am ready when you are,-" she stopped as she saw Honest appear beside Sanakan. He then told Zack that it would be a good idea to train with Sanakan afterwards.
Kunoichi couldn't help but feel at fault, seeing Liev all bandaged and bruised, she smiled at him welcoming him to watch.

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"Hey, helloOoO!"

It was at that time the door to the room opened again, in walking Ben Tennyson, who was happy to finally run into both Liev, Zack, and Sanakan all at once. They looked exactly the same more or less. Like characters of a story book. Time went on, but the characters Ben knew as a child remained the same even though it was years later and hes maturing steadily into adulthood....Ok, ok, later teen years whatever....

"Finally, I was wondering where everyone was. Zack, Liev, I see you met the new teammates already as well; Sanakan and ummm Kunoki??"

Ben rubbed the back of his head as he struggled to recall this female member's name. He had only met her once after all. Even so, he should be able to pronounce her name, seeing how many times he had been to Asia in his universe.

"Uhh, anyway what's going on here? Training? If so I'm all for it. Been meaning to get back into team exercises since coming back. Being revived from the dead leaves a guy longing for excitement. Seeing as my body has been kinda inactive for a while."

Ben joked, hoping to ease the tension of getting reacquainting with the teammates. Especially considering the death of their multiple comrades lately (Including himself). A little cheer was needed around here.

Subject: Re: A part of a team. (open to TW) Tue Sep 20, 2011 1:35 am

ooc: Co-captains? Random new members I've never heard of? Either I blacked out or I REALLY need to stop vanishing for so long... 0.o

IC: Zack looked around. There were suddenly a lot of people in the room. One he didn't recognize whatsoever, and another that he knew shouldn't be there at all. Holding up a finger indicating for Kunoichi to wait a moment, he walked toward that person, his gaze burning into him. Squatting down before Ben so that they were eye level, Zack's eyes narrowed and his grin twitched as he leaned in until his face was mere centimeters from the boy's. A long moment passed as Zack seemed to be intently studying Ben, eyeing him up and down. "You're dead. I attended your funeral." Zack poked Ben hard in the ribs, as if to ensure he wasn't some hallucination or mirage. After a long glare, his next words lacked their usual hysteria. In it's place was a dark warning. "He didn't find you did he? Did you accept his offer?" Zack shook his head almost sadly, his eyes never leaving Ben's. "It isn't worth it you know. I was like you once. I made the wrong decision. And now I suffer in glee for the entirety of my existence..." He stood, looking down at Ben, the hysteria returning to his voice. "Eternal begets eternity, eternity begets only madness and suffering. As long as Eternal lives, we shall never pay off the debts procured from the sins of our fathers." He turned back to face Kunoichi, his grin widening. "It seems we've an audience my dear, and oh what an audience it is!" He spread his arms wide, Glock dangling loosely from his right hand, knife just as loose in his left. Spinning around theatrically, he laughed madly. "Newbies, veterans, nonregs, and zombies alike! Oh what a joy! You want me to have an ego boost, dear confused comrade? Then an ego boost I shall receive!" His turn stopped with him facing his first opponent, his pistol leveled. "Let Mortal Kombat begin!" His gunshot, intentionally aimed just high enough to skim harmlessly over Kunoichi's shoulder was a signal both for the fight to begin and for everyone else to get to the viewing room. To the casual outsider and indeed to most of his teammates, it likely seemed that Zack was reckless, caring little for the lives of his comrades. In reality, quite the opposite was true. He knew all too well the horrors mankind was capable of given the power and resources, he was a testament to that. He knew there would be no mercy from those who had made him, no quarter from the other creations. Neither would there be any safety found among those villains who thought themselves free. If they were to be placed in real danger, where their lives were at risk, Zack firmly believed that they needed to feel the same in training. The only difference between his own training and that of his team would be that he pulled his punches, missed or glanced with his shots, and didn't execute the weak.

Subject: Re: A part of a team. (open to TW) Tue Sep 20, 2011 12:32 pm

He is being...reckless.. That was her first thought at seeing how Silent took his training routine. Live ammunition, possible fatalities if a slip up occurred, she didn't really like how he did his thing. To Sanakan who worked on logic, this person was a far cry from someone who was mentally stable, from his general disposition down to his use of lethal weapons. He wasn't a hero, he was a killer, masquerading as a hero and deep down inside she had to wonder how someone like him got to be in this position.

Was it not logical to think that he should be in prison himself? Was it not logical to have some kind of loathing for how he operated? Or was it merely his own logic, that drove him to work with such deadly results? This is what Sanakan found most confusing about him, about his entire personality. As she hobbled to her feet, her eyes locked with her severed arm and a sigh escaped her lips. She felt....useless, inefficient, simply because, without the use of her left arm she was really only working with half of her potential. Potential, that could get her projects and system checks done faster, potential that could save lives and right then and there, her brain clicked. Afterwards she'd have to construct a few drones to help her out in the future, specific devices for structural repairs, others for system diagnostic checks and others still, for assisting her data mining.

As she finally hobbled out of the room and into the viewing room, she found a seat and sat down, her leg propped up on a table as she flipped open the small hatch on her knee, revealing a unique blend of synthetic muscle and machine. Bypassing the muscle altogether she began to examine her own inner-workings, her as some woul call them, her vitals. These weren't as vital, nor as important as her CPU. She was a cyborg - part machine, part living organism and for her, her heart was of great importance. The servo was locked up, stalled as she looked it over, musing as to if the problem was electrical; a short in the wiring, or mechanical; a fused hinge perhaps. "Perhaps replacing the servos would be best, or maybe rewire them. Which is the most prominent choice..."

Sanakan was more busy, more preoccupied with her own worries right now, to really watch the match. Instead, she was more in tune with figuring which course of action in the long run would be best; replace the servos or replace the wiring?

Subject: Re: A part of a team. (open to TW) Wed Sep 21, 2011 8:04 pm

Kunoichi was pushed back a bit as the bullet grazed the fabric on her shoulder. She stood alert waiting for his next move. She pulled out a kunai (ninja knife) and held fast, just invade he pulled another trick like the last one. She knew she wasn't fast enough to dodge the bullets, but block was another story.

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Ben looked idly by as Zack spoke to him. He assumed his encrypted speech was referring to the fact that Ben had cheated death and that if he had been in the boy's place he would've remained so. Ben actually considering the thought in his mind for a second. Death virtually was release from this world and all the issues that inhabited it, but unlike Zack who had a gruesome, ugly, and rather extremely displeasent departing from this world. Ben died the way he always thought he'd go out. Defending others in epic battle and had been reborn so he could do so again. In any case, during the teen's mild pondering over the matter. Zack had moved to shoot at the newcomer; thus initiating the training sequence.

Unlike Sanakan, Ben didn't consider this method too unorthodox an approach. He had gone through exactly the same exercise as a child, just half a year ago in this universe, and even received a gunshot to the thigh while training with Zack. He knew the team leader could stay in control...Most of the time. Not to say Ben hadn't seen him go off the deep end, but Ben was adequately sure he wouldn't cause any real harm to Kunochi.

"WooOOooO, come on Kunoki. You can do it!!"

Oddly enough, Ben cheered for her and didn't even know her name. Irony much? Although, Ben legitimately hoped she could get through this practice. If not, then sorry to say, but she wouldn't do well on this team. There are threats out there much worse than whatever Zack could do to her, believe that, and she needs to be strong enough to handle those trials as well as this one. Ben continuing his cheer in the viewing area along with Sanakan, His actions would make one believe this was some kind of sporting event by how the young hero jumped and jived in entertainment.

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The sound, that shrill sound of a gun being fired still did not sit well upon the versed, yet sensitive drums in Honest's inner ears. He didn't expect that sound, nor did he accept it.

Fumbling for some excuse to just get out of the training room without being reallyblatant, Liev found himself outweighed with the fact that Kunoichi's safety was in jeopardy. This wasn't a blue goo simulation... but it did have to be done. The world didn't come with sugar-coated blood and criminals with fluffy stuffing for guts. But Liev already knew that I just... still... it was still... just... disappointing! Honest always sought to see the better in people and believed that those who wanted to be saved from evil, especially their own, could be. But honestly, that proposition seemed to take a quick curve-ball to the brain and knock "hope" clean out of the back of the head with Zack. Zack and that bullet, he and his superior.

But Silent Night didn’t have a motivation of revenge, hatred, or the mad drive to kill Kuno.

No lighter fluid for that everlastingly smoldering fire beneath those damned metal plates. No––not today. Not this time. “Reckless” was not the right word for it; “big-shot” was what Zack was trying to be, what he always successfully was.

There was jealously there, for Liev, no doubt.

But just a tiny needleprick, because his captain deserved to be viewed as a big-shot. It was his past that made everything else nothing in the sight of things. Zack wouldn’t kill Kuno. It was a silly idea to even think so. It paled in comparison to the offhand situation of Honest’s attempt at trying to save Point One’s stupid @ss after Zack’s own stupid one decided to fire rounds and rounds and rounds of... justified bullets.

“Oh GODDDDD,” Liev exuberantly, exasperatedly, melodramatically sighed in the most ridiculous and LOOK AT ME HERE, PEOPLE, I’M THE CENTER OF ATTENTION, BLAHBLAHBLAH fashion, all with quite mixed purposes. He threw his arms in the air and back down like a great, big, gangly bird with much too much of nothing to do, then suddenly pulled the mostly deadly serious, lethally set, and painstakingly painted face. Complete stone: that’s what it could have been literally taken for. Like a white-marble statue paralysed in a bland, static, mundane landscape, although the landscape was nothing of the like.

“What a poor way to welcome Miss Sanakan. You should be ashamed of yourselves. We already scared her off... and Jesus Christ, Ben! The girl’s name is Kunoichi! KOON-OH-EE-CHEE! But welcome back, dearie. It’s very nice to have you here, with us, in a... solid presence.”

Honest abruptly turned, his non-existent physical expression still... well, non-existent, stalked to the observation deck and joined Sanakan. Contradictory to his preceding statements, he didn’t even give the light of day to even say “hello.”

...but he did do something quite, erm... “friendly,” per say, and simply laid his head on Sanakan’s shoulder, sighed again, and intently gazed at his new teammate’s doings. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but your leg is very beautiful. I wish my legs like were yours; flawless, but only after perfection in creation and re-creation can be achieved...”

Liev coughed, the actor actually noting the awkward elephant sitting on his tongue. “Umm... great match, right?”

Subject: Re: A part of a team. (open to TW) Fri Sep 23, 2011 3:35 pm

Sanakan was lost in her own thoughts, her own little world as she fumbled quite meticulously with the electronics in her leg. The torch was out, and every now and then, sparks rose into the air like little stars before petering out, withering into darkness once again. The pressure upon her shoulder told her someone was there, the voice told her it was Liev and slowly she stopped to listen to him.

She sighed, not so much as taking his words the wrong way as feeling sort of....down, really. "Yes, they are nice. But I can barely feel tactile sensations such as hot or cold, or pressure. It's all calculations and speculations, done by my own board computer system." She was made well, but she was still incomplete, still an unfinished project that her father started a few years ago. Now he was dead, now he couldn't finish what he had started. It was all left up to the cybernetic Sanakan to finish what he had started.

As she turned her head up at the mention of the fight, she looked at Zack and at Kunoichi fighting and nodded. "Yes, I suppose it is." And then she stopped viewing the fight, putting her entire cognitive thought process into fixing her leg, albeit temporarily. She was multi-tasking, keeping her focus primarily on the repairs and diagnostics, while still actively listening to the fight below and tuning almost everything else out at that point in time. Still, she spoke up again, addressing Ben without moving her body to look at him. "We have another scheduled repair date today, don't we?"

It was a question, an inquiry to find out if it was today or tomorrow, or the day after that. Sanakan would love to have her full functionality restored to her sooner or later, the desire to resume her full broad spectrum of functions and duties, was steadily eating away at her. But she would never show that, would never show any concern for her own well being, only for her own teammates. But even then, that concern was sparse and miniscule at best. "I would like to return to active duty as soon as possible."

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Ben stopped cheering for a moment and looked to Sanakan, having verbally ignored Liev's statement of how to correctly say Kunoichi's name. Only shooting back a glance at him that basically translated into him saying; I knew that. However, as Sanakan spoke Ben just sat there while scratching his chin. Trying to remember something gravely important.

"Erm, yaaa, about that. You might want to write out a list for me of stuff you're going to need to rebuild your arm and I'll have Xlr8 take a quick trip down to the junk yard to see what I can salvage and then maybe use Stinkfly to travel to the hardware store for anything else because, honestly, I can't remember haha."

As Ben spoke he thought this might seem ironic or funny, but then he remembered Honest probably had no clue what he was talking about and Sanakan had a rather stiff personality. Through no fault of her own. Ben should probably fix that, by the way, the next time he got down to operating on her. Then again, she might like being rather serious all of the time so maybe he wouldn't. In any case, he should explain in more detail what he meant.

"When I'm Greymatter I feel really smart, but when I turn back I tend to have a hard time remembering half the stuff his uber-intelligent brain picked up with the first 4 minutes of being human again. Although, I do recall remembering myself saying I had inadequate tools to apply proper repairs or something like that. But I can't remember exactly which tools it was that I said I needed. Anyway, if you know that would be kind of helpful and it would waste less time the next time I turn into a Galvan, because I won't have to take the time to write it down."

To most it wouldn't seem like such a huge deal to just have Greymatter take a look at Sanakan and then jot down what he needed to fix her and get the cyborg or android back to her full working condition. Although, at the same time those people have probably never tried using a pen to write notes or constantly press a button on a tape recorder when they're the same size of those items; it can be a real pain. It already hard enough to figure out how to use power tools when, you, yourself are unable to lift a lot of them up.

Subject: Re: A part of a team. (open to TW) Sat Sep 24, 2011 4:26 pm

Oc: mind if I join? (as Cap, she misses Liev..and Ben ofc) Smile

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OT: It does say open to all Titans West so I don't think NF would mind if you joined in. Very Happy

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