Revision as of 06:29, 22 September 2013

Participants

• Cerris
• Diashi
• Randel
• Saviante
• Sunochi

Date

22/9/2013

Log

In a special, secure, section of the building sits the interview rooms for what used to be prisoners and subjects of experiments. In one of these rooms sits one of the blue gryphons, captured alive by Zephyr agents on a hunch that it displayed more intelligence than other members of its kind. The gryphon's alone in a room with a table and multiple chairs, both the subject and those who enter the room not seperated by any glass or other barrier. It's here that a few members of Zephyr, along with an alliance from the Promethians, will make tonight a very interesting night.

The gryphon looks quite docile right now, non threatening and looks quite passive for now...

After the briefing on what the subject is, Randel reflexively turns into a blue gryphon himself, and starts to put off an aura that would make him appear to be a feral gryphon, if it wasn't for the fact that he is still wearing his buttoned up lab coat. When he walks in, he follows his gut feeling on how to approach the new subject, which is slowly, and none threatening. If shi isn't startled, he will sit down at the table, smile and greet the subject with a "Hello."

Entering the room slowly Savi eyes the enviroment with a calm determination. Pulling to the far left corner, the latex wrapped plant begins to silently hover there. Not pressed into the angle, but rather calmly relaxing on her numerous leg-like vines, the roughly three and a half foot tall creature waits quietly, hands inside the pockets of her latex jacked. WIth only her eyes exposed in the myriad of black on black clothing, she awaits the confrontation with an eerie sence of stoicism.

Nothing like a good old fashioned question and answer session, even better if everyone gets to bring their own tools to the party.

Cerris shows up with his usual cocksure swagger, though not in one his more monstrous or towering forms. Today he didn't quite think he'd be needing that kind of intimidating power and should he require it, he could always just alter his size to make himself appear more intimidating.

The leader amongst soldier, officer and bastard, he walks to the head of the table, pulls out the chair and takes a seat, the general air of 'I'm in charge here' just oozing from his pores and manner despite any other thoughts tot he contrary.

Diashi made little sound as he entered, even to those with heightened hearing. The leather cloak stayed tightly wrapped about his person, hiding all but his feet and head from view. His head turned minutely from side to side, hesitating only slightly as his goggled eyes fell upon each being present. He would offer a muted, 'Good evening' to those gathered, before moving aside and taking up residence in the corner to the right of the door.

"So, who's in charge here?" Diashi questioned.

The captured gryphon gives an idle look to those present, perking up with the feathered ears flaring up some at the labcoat wearing gryphon coming in. Shi stares quite intently towards Randel with a studying gaze, the gryphon moving to get up on all fours and stretch out, wings flaring out. A look back between the others who've entered, Cerris gets a studying look as well, twitching hir head as shi gives a curious chirp. Saviante and Diashi get looks as well, the gryphon studying everything in the room before shi blinks hir eyes shut and nods.

"Hello." shi starts, "Could have at least put some water and food in here, no matter. Why am I here?" shi questions, her gaze falling on the other gryphon present, "DId you get captured and forced to work for them? Or did you decide to fly with them instead of out there with the rest of us?"

Randel smiles softly, partly from the fact of feeling pleased that the other gryphon as already assumed that he is one of their own. When hearing about the lack of food and water, he quickly turns and asks, "Could we give hir something to have. We don't know how long this may take." He turns back at hir and says, "I wasn't captured. I /was/ found, yes, but I quickly found out that working with Zephyr does have some advantages. I hope that the agents treated you well." He winces suddenly and adds, "Where are my manners, I'm Randel, one of the researchers for the company." He is about to offer his hand for a hand shake, but looks at his clawed hand and decides not to. He gestures to Cerris, hinting that he should do the same and introduce himself.

Savi continues to watch quietly, her stillness and silence making her kind of unnoticeble, even in the crowded room. Paying close attention to the feral, Savi really hopes this will be a kind and pleasant situation, but would rather keep her distance at the point in time, feeling she isnt the creature this, likely spooked, creature needs to meet at the moment.

Cerris inclines his head almost imperceptibly to the other greetings given as people file into the room and assume their positions in this little bit of theatrical performing. His own heavy clawed mitts rest on the table before him, idly rolling a gold command coin over his knuckles, if one focus in on it they can see that has been dulled by time.

"That would be me. Colonel Cerris Voss, USMC. And as for you little miss feral, you're here because we want to know more about you and your's...we've noticed changes in your habits and movements, but rather than play Jane Goodall and mix in with you blue winged monkeys, the nice people of Zephyr, felt it would be better to start simple and ask you a few questions...don't worry, you'll be fed and innoculated for your time and you might even get lucky and when it comes time to release you, someone might take you by the hand, pat you on the bottom and lead you someplace warm and safe where you can learn how to be a productive citizen again."

That bit said, he gestures to the camera in support of the request, having already agreed to foot the bill for anything unsanctioned that is requested in the neccesitation of cutting through delays and red tape, he wanted everything he did to show power and dominance to this feral and would waste no effort to convey that. The ferals in his prison responded well to power and authority and hed be damned if he'd look like he was lacking it in this situation. A nice sports bottle of clean water and a bowl of dried meat reconstituted from nanite processed milk before being spiced and salted for flavor would be nice and cheap and likely please the gryphon with a taste of nigh forgotten civilisation and wild rations.

"So you be a good girl now and answer the questions presented here."

He notably didn't end that with 'okay', it wasn't a request.

Diashi gave a shrug of his shoulders, the gesture barely perceptible through his cloak. He was a bit relieved that the other had taken charge. Not that he would have declined the position, but this was a Zephyr Op on Zephyr property and Diashi wasn't part of their organization. Technically, the human-looking man was Promethean, but only loosely.

   With nothing to add at the moment, Diashi kept silent. He'd wait until the right time to speak further...or unless specifically called upon.