Sinking the Titans [CLOSED: Chosen People]

[Jimmy C. Rickett]

The Dalms Academy was the perfect place for a meet-up like this. It was spacious enough, should people decide that they want to walk around to get some time to think. It had function rooms, which they can use, similar to the room that Jimmy was in now, built for meetings such as this one. There was Wi-Fi, allowing some of them to surf the internet if they found themselves bored. Hopefully, though, that wouldn't be the case, seeing as they had a great deal to talk about. The boy looked around the table and the eight empty seats that were situated around him. He had hoped that his choices were able enough to handle the titans. He knew that a lot of people wanted to help out, and though he wasn't entirely in a position to deny any form of help, he also couldn't possibly discuss the plan with everyone who felt like signing up. They would just be too plenty to manage. Not to mention the possible number of spies that Kat might have around the City. It was just too risky. But he knew that all he had to do was tap into a select few and have them find people to help out. It would be more simpler that way, and no doubt, the people that would be asked would be people who were trusted by the ones that he had handpicked.

Now, the only question left to ask lingered in his mind: Did he pick the right people? Well, he did choose some of the purer hearts over her in Faraway. True, they might not be the best fighters, but defeating the Titans wouldn't just be about fighting skill. People had to genuinely want to rid the city of them. That was all they really ever needed. The will to accomplish something. It was a fact often neglected by people. He was a bit confident with his choices though, so Jim tried not to let it bother him too much. He looked back over at the empty seats again, and then over at the empty table. Figuring that no one would be able to accomplish anything with an empty stomach, he brushed his hand over the table and within seconds, the entire table was filled with the most various array of finger food to choose from. He did, after all, want to give off a good impression towards his guests.

He pulled at a small piece of bread in front of him, feeling the warm steam as he broke the baked good into two before biting into it. Looks like he outdid himself again this time. Taking a third and final glance at his operation, he smiled, rather satisfied with himself. This was all good. Now, he just needed them to show up.

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TUNES - Heroes - Ne-Yo
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[Whitney Lapine]

[ is it ever gonna be ENOUGH ? ]

Time.

On time.

Gotta be on time.

Of course Whitney would have most likely been the first through to walk through the door. She was the punctual type, after all. If the need for punctuality wouldn't get her from A to B on time then her paranoia of disappointing her host would. Jimmy C. Rickett. A name she had heard whispered amongst the folks of Faraway. She never imagined she'd be invited somewhere important by Faraway's good conscience. It must have been big. It must have been what the watch couldn't tell her.

She cradled the device in her hand gently as she brought it to her line of vision. Many names cranked through the old watch while the time and location remained the same. Looks like this was going to be a rather big meeting.

Whitney made her way to the Academy, definitely dressed for a formal occasion. Though she had only applied a light amount of makeup, she was sure to make up for it with an elegant white dress and pearl jewelry. If she were to attend a meeting of heroes she wanted to present herself as pure and good as possible. Though this may end up being quite a chore for Whitney. Her heart has always been in the right place, but difficult for her to behave very civil when coming in contact with those who can't seem to think much for themselves. Was she about to thrust herself into a world of boring good people? Ugh. Well, it wouldn't matter. She would do whatever she could to protect Faraway, even if it meant affiliating with a bunch of morons.

High-heels softly clacked against the pavement until she reached the prestigious school. Whitney glanced up at the fine architecture with her eyes sinking back into their sockets. A vague memory crossed her mind about how she wanted to attend this university but she never could. Whatever reason it was, Whitney wouldn't let it bother her. She was here now... not for school but for something more important than school. Something big. Something that she had been asked to help with.. and damn it she was ready.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

Right on time. Whitney gently tugged the door open and slid into the large building. Hopefully she hadn't been too conspicuous, but she figured her decision not to drive a car there would have kept anyone really noticing her. It was worth the walk, even if it had been in heels. Navigating through the Academy she eventually came across a boy sampling some bread. Her loud heels were probably enough to give her away as she slowed to a stop and bowed her head in greeting to the host.

"I'm here." she began, tilting her head to look back up at Jimmy. This must have been him. For some reason she wasn't imagining such a scrawny looking fellow, not that she found it to be a bad thing. He had a noble aura about him, and he looked closer to her age. But she knew better, there was always more to these types than met the eye. She completed her bow before straightening herself to finish the introduction.

"Whitney Lapine, at your service."

It was hard to summon much enthusiasm, so she spoke rather flatly. No... It was moreso professional. Always. Strictly professional. Even the way she carried herself screamed strictly business. She had no time for small talk. No time for games.

Never any time.

[Ginna Lovett]

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Ginna made her way to Dalm's Academy School. To be completely honest, she wasn't sure why Jimmy had chosen her to fight the Titans. Signing up to fight them seemed like a noble thing to do, but she most definitely was not expecting to be hand chosen. But now she had been, and she wasn't sure how to feel about it. She had so many emotions running through her head at the moment. Fear, excitement, anticipation, anxious. How could a human feel so many things at once? She wasn't even sure what she could help with! Surely Jim wouldn't tolerate a professional thief in his team! Unless he wanted to steal something that belonged to the Titans.

Nevertheless, she was going to go and see what his plans were. The plans to bring down the Titans. All Ginna wanted was to see them out of her home, so she would do whatever it was that Jim asked of her. From what she knew, Jim was a wise person, and she wasn't about to second guess anything he said. That would be unwise on her part. Life seemed but only a danger to them all now, and she wasn't having it any longer. There were people afraid to even leave their homes because of these monstrosities. Ginna wouldn't take it any longer. That's why she was here.

Dalm's Academy. She couldn't be sure why Jim wanted to meet here, but obviously he knows what he's doing. She entered the doors, the hallways of the place looking like a ghost town. Maybe the school had been evacuated due to the Titans? She didn't know. Ginna made her way further into the heart of the school before finally coming upon who she assumed was Jim, and some girl she didn't know, but seemed familiar, as if she'd seen her in a dream sometime from long ago. She glanced at the table full of food. Well, at least he's trying to lighten the mood with sustenance. She bared an amused grin.

"Jim? I'm Ginna, which I'm sure you already know. Uh, thank you for entrusting me to pick me for this... er... task." She nodded curtly, finding a place to sit, mainly because she felt awkward now.

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[Marya Morevna]

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Marya’s shoes clicked on the floor of Dalms Academy as she walked through the hallway on her way to the meeting. Thoughts swirled through her head—mainly about the host of the meeting. Jimmy Rickett. An old name, a name that brought a swirl of memories to the surface. Mostly the memories were Koschei’s, but some were her own. And mostly the memories were of rumors, whispers, very little hard information. He was the good one, the conscience, the opposite number of Kat Cheshire. Or so people had said.

Actually, she was pretty sure it was all true. Which made the whole thing a lot scarier.

But she had signed up, and she had been chosen. No going back now. No backing out. That would be unfair, to say the least. And besides, she remembered the last time the Titans had been free. The pictures. The videos. The horror stories. Faraway had almost been destroyed. She couldn’t just stand by and watch that happen again, especially because they might not leave it at “almost” this time around.

She opened the door to the conference room. There were two women already there—one dark-haired, dressed all in white, who immediately made her feel sloppy and underdressed in her work clothing of slacks and a cardigan; and one blonde. The table was set with food, which smelled wonderful, especially as she hadn’t had lunch yet.

“Er, hello,” she said. “I’m Marya Morevna.


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[Megara Creon]

TOURISTS ROB YOU OF YOUR HOME
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She wasn’t even sure why she had decided to go to a meeting that had come on up out of the blue. It wasn’t even to do with her work. She knew the place and the time, but not what it was about, and she barely knew the guy who had invited her. Nevertheless, despite her cynical view on life, Meg was the sort of person who was intrigued by such curious requests and had decided to go along. So, having rung a taxi and standing in the hallway of her dingy flat dressed in a smart black skirt, heels and a blouse she chewed absentmindedly on one fingernail as she waited on the phone, for her boss to ring.

He never picked up his phone, so that was why he hired her.

The call went through to answer phone and the brunette cleared her throat before speaking. “Hi there, it’s Meg.” She coughed for effect. “I’m really not feeling well today, so I won’t be coming in. Hopefully it’ll be one of those one day sickness bugs and I will be back in tomorrow. I’ll do some of the filing at home. Thanks, bye.” She made sure she had hung up before traipsing down the corridor to lock her front door and find her taxi. He would let her have the day off - no one wants to fuck an ill person.

The journey didn’t take long and as she smoothed her hair out again and glanced out the window she found they had arrived. Paying the driver Meg hopped out the taxi, glancing up once at the building in front of her before marching down towards the door. A strange place to hold a meeting, but she wasn’t going to say anything. Unless someone else commented.

After a few minutes of finding her way to the room, she found she wasn’t the first to arrive. Two brunettes and a blonde woman were positioned somewhat awkwardly round the room, with the young man sat in the middle. A tight smile graced her lips as she stalked over to a seat furthest away from everyone else and proceeded to sit in it, crossed her legs and placed her bag underneath her chair, before turning her catlike eyes around the room to inspect the occupants more closely.

“I’m Meg Creon.” She paused, hated introducing herself. “I trust this is the right meeting?”

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[Jimmy C. Rickett]

The young man grabbed a handful of M&Ms from the center of the table, filling his hand with it before popping them in his mouth one at a time. He let the piece of candy melt in his mouth, allowing himself to savor them as he waited for the others. To be honest, he was glad that there were still people like the lot here who wanted to help out. He knew that Faraway was a messy place, one that had a long way to go before it became a first-class city, but seeing people who still cared about it and thought of it as their home...well, it was just endearing. That kind of attitude was exactly why he never lost faith in humans. Because even though they seem like they don't care, they decide to act when it mattered.

As he finished off the rest of the pieces in his hand, the door burst open, as Ms. Lapine, clad in a white dress, revealed herself to being there. Of course, even without the introduction, he knew who she was already. And he wasn't the least bit surprised that she was the first one to arrive. She did, after all, have a reputation for being uncannily on time. It was an admirable quality. He smiled back at her as she tried to assess him. He knew exactly what she was thinking, and it wouldn't have been the first time people would look at him, wondering why he looked like a teenager. He motioned her to take a seat and have something to eat. He was about to greet her, when another person slipped in the room.

This girl, a blond, seemed rather tensed and uneasy, if a bit self-doubting. He nodded to her, hoping to relay that there was nothing awkward about being in the group. "Hello Miss Lapine and Miss Lovett. Thank you for spending your time here to discuss this very important matter. Let us just wait for a few more minutes for the others."

As though people were listening, the door swung open yet again, revealing a woman, one that didn't look too old though the boy knew she'd been there for a while already. She had introduced herself as Marya Morevna and things became quite clearer for Jimmy. Of course, it was her. The one who didn't die. Clearly, she would be a great asset to the team. He saw the hungry look in her eyes, letting out a chuckle. "Go on, don't be shy. The food is all for you. Can't have a meeting without having something in our stomachs."

As he helped himself to another handful of M&Ms, another girl entered, one that he automatically knew to be Miss Creon. She quickly took a seat rather far from everyone and stared, as though judging them, before she spoke. Jim nodded, indeed affirming that it was the right meeting. Within the next couple of minutes, the door swung back and forth, the guests arriving already for the meeting. The good conscience had to smile to himself, seeing as everyone had turned up to the meeting. Knowing that his group of chosen ones were dedicated, the thought of Kat screaming because her Titans had lost would be a sight he'd watch over and over again.

Ready to start the meeting, he cleared his throat and spoke, though he remained seated. His voice was calm, and not at all entirely child-like, like there was a sense of maturity and wisdom in it. "I trust everyone here knows that the Titan Four have escaped? Well, this would not be the first time that this has happened. The last time they were here, they had destroyed the city almost entirely and killed tons of people. I'm afraid it is happening again." Jim let out a sigh as the images of the last time flashed through his mind. He was just glad that not everyone there had witnessed such a horrible time. Moving on, he continued. "That's where you all come in. I've invited you all here to be part of our extermination team. We have to find the titans and subdue them before they cause any more destruction."

Jim flicked his wrist and a brown envelope appeared before all the guests. Each of them containing the information about the members of the Titan Four, their track sheet, things to look out for, and of course, pictures of where they've been spotted most recently. "Now this will be a dangerous task, and before I get into more details, I just want to make sure that you're all willing to be here. If you are having second thoughts about this, then you are definitely most welcome to leave. No judgement shall be passed against you." He scanned the faces of everyone in the room, waiting for any form of reply, wondering if any of them would decide to leave. If they did, then he could still manage. Though not as well as he would have liked.

TAG - Good guys
WORDS - infinity
NOTES - So, I just started the meeting and assumed all the others have already entered and that the meeting was starting. Hope that's good with everyone :)
TUNES - Heroes - Ne-Yo
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[Jasmine Nikitha]

Unlike some of her companions, Jasmine knew exactly why Jimmy C. Rickett had called on her to "help fight the Titans." It was the same reason most people wanted her to support their cause. Her daddy had deep pockets. She had offered of course with some sort of dandelion dream of actually being able to help, but she couldn't lie to herself. All she would be require for was the plastic in her wallet. The card may have been incredibly light but it carried a lot of weight. She fiddled with the buckle on her stripy purple heals as she sat in the library at the Dalms Academy. She didn't recognize any of the other girls in the room, but that wasn't actually a surprise. Other than Raj, Jasmine didn't have very many friends.

She didn't touch any of the food, if anyone had mentioned it she would have made up some excuse about watching calories instead of her actual worry that this was a ruse to get a couple girls alone in a library and drug and kidnap them. She wasn't that worried about it, until last night's horror movie flick run with Raj… That had sort of spooked her a little. She drummed her fingers on her yellow clutch as Jimmy talked about backing out. Why would she back out of giving them money? Even if it was a scam, it would still be better than buying more shoes she didn't actually need.

Wait… No it wouldn't…

But it didn't seem like what he wanted was money, as he gave them files with information on the Titans. Maybe he actually expected them to fight with the Titans. In which case, for the first time in her life, Jasmine was glad she was wrong. She wanted to be one hundred percent for sure she was wrong before she admitted "What exactly are you expecting us to do against the titans. I mean… I know a lot of yoga and tae bo, but I'm not exactly an elemental mage or a genie or anything like that." And she didn't know about any of the other girls, but none of them really looked like anyone special either. Though sometimes they didn't, so Jasmine wasn't really sure.

[Jimmy C. Rickett]

"What exactly are you expecting us to do against the titans?"

There. Someone had asked it. After all, everyone was thinking it. And actually Jim was glad that someone brought it up. After all, her question was extremely valid. They were normal citizens of Faraway. None of them, as far as he knew, could do any form of magic like the djinns or the godmothers. None of them could control the elements like the titans could. Maybe only half of them had any form of knowledge about fighting. What could they do?

To be completely honest, Jim didn't know exactly what he wanted them to do. He wanted to tell them to fight, but he knew that it'd be unlikely for them to do be able to take them down on their own. He wanted to tell them to just lure the Titans into a trap, but Jim didn't want them thinking that all they were for was bait, because that wasn't true. Jim truly needed the help of these individuals.

"Well, I want you to fight them." Already, he braced himself for the shocked and whining expressions that would fill the room. But before he could hear them, he decided to continue talking, looking at everyone now. "As well pointed by Ms. Nikitha over here, none of you are wizards or genies. And I'm sure a lot of you are wondering exactly how you are supposed to take down the seemingly all powerful Titans. Don't worry about that. People like you have those that watch over you."

Of course, none of them knew that he was also talking to a certain group of magic users. A group that would help them out, on the sidelines, once they were to face the titans. He wanted the enemy to underestimate the group and come in the field half-baked. It sounded like a risky plan, but he had faith in the individuals he had called on. And even though it sounded like he wasn't trusting in their capabilities at all, it was actually more just assuring that they win with the right push. That was were the magic users come in.

Jim turned his attention back on the sheets and spread them out across the room. "We'll need to split them up. We cannot take four titans all at the same time. They're beaten best as individuals, since none of them can look after each other. You guys, on the other hand, are quite a lot. And just as we need it to be. You should all look after each others backs when facing the Titans. You won't survive if you only look after yourself. Can you learn to trust one another?" He threw the question at them, not really waiting for an answer. Instead, he threw the group another question, one that was sure to raise more than just questioning looks.

"So, first come, first served. Which Titan do you wanna take on?"

TAG - Good guys
WORDS - infinity
NOTES - sorry for taking long!
TUNES - Heroes - Ne-Yo
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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