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Marvin Calough

Descorp Rep

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Grahf, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Weapons and biological research company.

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So begins...

Marvin Calough's Story

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Marvin Calough He shambled into town. Filthy, his black suit rather worse for wear, mud clinging to his boots. he was a wreck. "It's just down the road, they said...can't miss it, they said.." his grumbles carry more than a trace of scorn. He had 'landed' (Crashed sounds so final..the pod would fly..maybe) in the forests and sought out some form of central town or city. The surrounding mud-huts of terrified humans pointed him along this way, oddly crossing themselves as he passed. Primitives, who could understand them. His mission was the same- even with his craft ruined (though, still maybe, possibly able to fly...fingers crossed.) seek out a local lord- or whatever they called themselves here, and negotiate some form of contract.

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Marvin Calough Blearily Marvin eyes the speaker and raises a hand, signaling some form of greeting (He hoped. Damn these backwards planets..) "Hey, yeah. Had a spill about..I dunno..fifty billion miles of walking...thata way?"

He gestures vaguely behind him, and plods closer. His feet hurt. He limped some. Today was crap, maybe tomorrow he could just die, and skip the rest of the week. Even if he DID somehow convince some lord-or-whatever to sign up for some gear-and-what-have-you..he was still stuck. Out here. In the FUCKING boonies. "So, who is the boss around here? I come with business."

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That sounded almost like...wait..yeah, it did just happen. He had somehow found the person he was looking for...right away. Did that thing happen? It must..but what were the odds? His head hurt. As did his feet. This was not the time to quibble with the strangeness of reality. This was the time to take the gify horse and ignore it's improbable teeth. "Oh, my, yes. Please? Thank you? I love you. Your forest is terrible. I think a talking bear tried to rob me."

He was babbling as he shambled towards the man, who was a golden god right about now.

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Marvin Calough "Castel? Well. Never been in one. What the hell. Can't be worse than the woods. Sure! Oh, my name is Marvin. I represent Descorp...thank you for your hospitality.." He bowed deeply and smiled.

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Marvin Calough Marvin was lost. Again. After the man had brought him into the castle and showed him to his room he had blacked out- dropping into a dead sleep on the floor..he had been that exhausted. The bed was too much work. He awoke stiff and sore and quite hungry. Unfortunately he had no idea where to get food.This place was big. "And I thought yesterday sucked..."

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Marvin Calough Relief, he wouldn't need to wander the castle all day. This was twice now the strange man had been just at the right place and exactly the right time. Maybe he was some kinda mind reader? Mr. Deschain liked to joke about being 'a psychic jelly monster' but his jokes tended to be...off. Who knew. "This place is massive. Do you have a map to the food-place?"

Business could wait until after he had put something in his belly. He got dizzy otherwise- low blood sugar or something. Either way he was useless before a meal. "Maybe some eggs? Or bacon? Im not picky. Thank you again for letting me sleep here last night.."

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Marvin Calough Food was food, Marvin was not picky. This guy though...he seemed odd, but who knew, maybe that was just how locals act? He was new in town...what did he know? "That sounds good, spare your cooks and all that. Tavern food is fine. I mean, whatever you would like..I am open to your suggestion- you know this place better than me after all. We can talk business while we eat."

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Marvin Calough Marvin blinked and hurried to keep up, he didn't wanna get lost again..it seemed to be a recurring theme these days. Maybe he should get a GPS or something...would that even work on this mud-ball of a planet? Bah! Science.

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Marvin Calough Somehow he had gotten ahead of Lord Bistreo, he had no idea how. Whatever. Maybe the man had stopped to talk to someone, maybe those guards arranged it this way so Marvin would be first into the building in case of an ambush? Either way he was here first..and settled into a seat at a table in the rear. The best place to conduct business, away from the prying eyes of normal patrons..if there were any. This town was odd.

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Marvin Calough Blud? What an odd name. Maybe it was a family name, and they named the beverage that due to the source of it's grapes. Marvin shrugged, placing an order for some bacon and eggs with a side of toast. Simple orange juice would be his drink. Best to start a day with a full belly. "Why yes, the company I represent has...feelers out. We are looking to establish friends and set ourselves up as allies in case of..trouble."

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Marvin Calough Taking a sip of his juice he smiles and reaches into his coat, pulling forth a small black square. Embossed on one side is a pair of letters and a small button. "Descorp. We offer the finest in military might. From weapons to vehicles. Our bio-division even has hand-crafted soldiers. Why send your own men into battle...when our tank-bread Chimeras are more fitting."

He pressed the button, causing the "DC" to light up, purple and green..and the top to fold open. Exposed within is a small crystal, through which light is shone- a hologram projector. Shimmering upon the air above a small screen comes into focus, allowing Marvin to tap and sift through data, bringing up various diagrams and images of tactical gear. "Any questions?"

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Marvin Calough "Yes, we create our own soldiers. Genetic manipulation allows us to take the best features of a few species and combine them into a new life-form. This here is Apex. one of our finest creations." the screen lights up with what looks like an armored being liberally coated in weaponry. A few video shots play showing Apex lifting a car and throwing it at a group of humans. The results are bloody.

The supernatural? Wait. What were these things? Then it clicked. Blud. Old ass castle. Oh damnit. They were vampires. Were they? "Well, we have a special division dedicated to the forces of magic and the like. Our bio-division likewise could be helpful in that regard."

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Marvin Calough Pausing he noted the way his host's eyes kept darting away for moments here and there. Dipping into his old SpecOps training he uses a reflective surface to track the angle of the man's eyes..and sees some lady. She was pretty enough, but Marvin was not here to hook up. The thong shot was a little much in his eyes. Took something classy and made it trashy. "Yes, bio. We can adapt our tech to your species easily enough. Plus, taking the natural strengths and weaknesses of your kind into focus we can make improvements."

He shrugged and tapped on the screen some. "Plus, who could say no to giant ass robots and space ships? Our flagship is in orbit above this planet, and we could set down and begin work as soon as we come to some form of contract."

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A grin and a nod. "That sounds fine. My boss will come and discuss the final bits. Mr. Deschain likes to have a hand in all things." or a pseudopod. Whatever. Marvin was happy. His job was going great. He had found the man he needed, and stayed in afreakin castle. He had breakfast..kinda...where was that damn food? AND he had secured a contract.
"I will need you to press your thumb into this slot. There will be a prick as a small needle takes a drop of blood, and that will secure our partnership." he shifts the cube and slides open a small slot along the lower edge. His eyes rose to look at the new lady, Athena seemed to be her name. "Oh, hello miss."

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Marvin Calough MArvin waves at Athena, "Miss, my breakfast, when is it comming ou-" he paused...wait, Armory? Then this wasn't a fancy dressed tavern wench? Oh dear. "I mean...yes, armory. We can discuss it."

If he lives. Oh. If he lives.

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Marvin Calough He would nod and sigh, at least she didn't kill him. That was a plus. "So, what are we looking at as far as weaponry and soldier numbers? I need a rough head count to begin the needed factory work. Also, as a sign of good will a few of our...special forces will be dropped into the area to provide easy access should you need it."
The Chimera squad dropped in would be boots down as soon as this conversation ended. Apex and his Alpha Squad would set up out in the woods somewhere and await instructions. "Also, do you know of an area we can turn into a work area? Preferably flat. Trees can be cleared."

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Marvin Calough He smiles and nods, "That will do perfectly. We will land our factory and begin work at once. We will also set up a demonstration. Show off our toys..let you see what we are bringing to this deal. The bioscience will take time, but the tech we can roll out at once. In fact, here..."

Marvin pauses and reaches into his pocket, removing a small disc. This disc he sets carefully on the table and presses a few spots- a flash of light reveals a small rip in space/time: a delicate pinprick in reality..a wormhole. "Control, send through one AR-G and a few clips." moments later a rifle slides out of the hole, followed by the requested ammo.

"This is to say sorry, you deserve greater respect that I gave you upon meeting...forgive my mistake..."

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Marvin Calough "The AR-G has a variable rate of fire- single shot, burst or full auto. All selectable with a flip of a switch, or we can install a voice recognition feature. Up to you. At the present it is loaded with a thirty round box magazine, but can be altered to accept a drum or our new Slip-Gate mags. Once again, up to you. The weapon is fully adaptable, and easily customized. It has basic rail systems, allowing for easy addition and removal of optional sights and other gear."

He would gesture at the weapon, "For now this one bears our forty-mil Grenade launcher attachment. Able to lob a varied selection of grenades about a quarter mile. The standard ammo for the rifle is the five-point-five-six Rupture. It goes into a soft target and explodes with a thermite charge. Burning the target to death from the inside. It has an effective range of about four-hundred meters with a max of six-hundred." he pauses for breath, "Any questions?"

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Marvin Calough Flanked by two armed guards, both wearing state of the art combat gear- by Descorp's standards that is, meaning it leaves most of the backwards ass tech of this dirt-ball planet miles behind, Marvin slides into the Tavern. His usual black suit has been cleaned and pressed, repaired from the horrific state it was in the last time he was here. Even his mask was in better shape, the mud removed from his boots..a nice shine as well.

With a snap of his fingers the two guards move to points where they could, if needed, provide cover-fire for the man, as he moves to take a seat at one of the rear most unoccupied tables. If memory served him correctly it was the same table where he brokered a deal between Descorp and the ruling vampire family of this rock. In his seat he signals for a serving person to bring him a menu. Marvin was cool and collected, not the mess he was before- he had been in contact with the ship..he had been promoted.

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Marvin Calough The serving girl came over with the folded menu, only to be stopped short- one of the guards stepping forward with a pistol raised at head height, thumb locking back the safety. With an almost comical gasp she takes a step backwards, dropping the paper to the ground, going an almost as pale as the thing itself. The guards took the job seriously. Too seriously at times.

"At ease, she is a local. Hand her that menu and let her past." Marvin's bored voice drifts over from where he sat, resting his chin on one hand, the other playing with the provided fork somewhat. "What is she going to do, ninja flip into a monster or something...really guys.."

The guard relaxes, bending to retrieve the menu, before holstering the gun and handing the paper back the the girl. His form seemed to melt back into the shadows somewhat as he moved away. She took a shaky breath and moved over, quickly placing the menu before Marvin and retreating.

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Marvin Calough With a sigh Marvin withdrew a device- one part cell phone one part tablet. He tapped a bit here and there on it's surface, bringing up various things...from scrolling figures of data to what looked like a video game...he was bored. This dirt-ball sucked. He had a sinking feeling that his 'promotion' was more of a banishment. This was crap.

His guards had taken note of the entrance of some being, something that played with smoke..one lesson learned in Dragoon Training was 'where there is smoke there is fire.' they would watch this individual, though he seemed to work here- due to the contract between Descorp and the leeches there shouldn't be trouble. There was also a rise in body temperature in one of the patrons- a sign of mounting rage. That one also displayed some odd vitals. The HUD read a massive upswing in pulse. This man might be trouble...

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Marvin Calough The outburst caught Marvin's attention, it was loud enough. He blinked and set aside his toy, looking over at the now...furry-ish person. The fuck was going on here? It made sense that other supernatural beings would pop in here, but it still came as a surprise when he bumped into them. This one looked to be some form of lycanthrope. It explained the anger. But not WHY it was directed at his guards.

The guards in question didn't care about whys. They locked and loaded. Things might bet interesting. The first dropped to a knee, raising a strange looking rifle- the AR-G was the staple assault weapon Descorp provided it's soldiers with. A small red dot would be seen centered on the angry creature's center of mass- laser sights. The other guard would simply rack a round into his shotgun, after quickly unslinging it from his back and moving closer to Marvin. His job was to protect the asset. "Sir, we might have trouble. Do we have clearance to engage?"

Marvin was confused. They did have the authority to defend themselves- the contract allowed that. But this was a tavern. A place of business. It would be rude to have a fire fight here. "Yes, but if possible I want this done outside. And try not to kill him. He might be as much a victim as the culprit."

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Marvin Calough The beast seemed dead set on...well becoming dead. The staff seemed too busy to handle this themselves, quite unprofessional honestly. One made a big show of scolding the monster...but seemed little distraction to the thing. Things were about to escalate. Marvin however would not be the one to make this awkward. He calmly rose from his seat and raised one hand towards the lycan, palm outward. "Stop. You are about to make a massive mistake. I represent Descorp, granted Contractual alliance with the families of the Vankoryth Detente. Not only will you be placing your life on the line...you may well endanger this alliance."

Marvin's guards moved as one, the first rising from his kneel to back closer to the man. The second simply shouldered the shotgun tighter and made to move with Marvin, should the Agent decide to book it. The two were not looking forward to trying to bring down a lycan, the monsters were hardly easy targets. "Sir, we should begin moving towards the doors, if you are still wanting to keep this building bullet-hole-free."

Marvin waited, hoping the man within the monster could be reasoned with, "Just stop. Maybe we can help you...our ship has the finest tech, a cure? Maybe a better way to control your beast.."

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Marvin Calough A tired and rather unhappy looking man would wander into the castle, gripped in his left hand was a strange cube-like device; it bore the distinctive Descorp logo on it's side, glowing in a bright green with purple accents. Marvin had just recieved a telephone call the left him with no questions about his recent promotion: it hinged on this alliance. So far the vamps were avoiding the issue...they could not any longer. Marvin's life depended on it.