Vincent had left later than planned, and was running from the School of Knowledge to the governmental building, as his self-built motorcycle had- against no odds at all- collapsed the moment he sat on it. “MICE!” He yelled, as he dodged a speeding motorcycle, “You watch it!"He yelled back at the receding figure on the motorcycle. "MICE!” This time, he stopped on the side to grab a humanoid, mouse-faced machine on his left shoulder, shaking it slightly as he scowled and groaned. He punched a red button on the side of the machine and spoke in a clear voice, the thought of him being late receding to the back of his head, “Activate ‘My Ingenious, Cool Experiment’.” He grinned to himself at the name he had come up with as the little red sockets the machine had for eyes blinked open.
He started strolling towards the governmental facility as he asked, “Time, MICE?” He casually leapt over a tall wall that blocked his way as he took a detour he had used many times before while escaping both thugs and police alike. “Well, all I’ll say is that you late, Master Vincent,” the machine clanked out, “to the meeting for the seven-person trip to space?” Vincent stopped in his steps, groaned, and slapped his forehead with his metallic hand, wincing as the hard surface crashed onto his skull. “Hell almight-,” he swore as he picked up his dash again, racing towards the governmental facility.
Dashing through the halls, Vincent finally reached the receptionist. “Which-,” he gasped, “Which way to the meeting?” The lady gave him an unamused look as she pointed to the hallway, and watched him slouch in as the mouse on his shoulder squeaked encouraging phrases. Half way into the tunnel, MICE suddenly let out a high-pitched giggle, startling Vincent a bit. “I was joking, Master Vincent- we early.” Vincent stopped on his tracks and turned his head to look at the machine on his shoulder, a mildly amused and exasperated look on his face. This evidently wasn't the first time his machine had lied to him. “I never should have created you, you know that, don’t you?” He grabbed MICE and punched the red button again, and then stuffed the machine into the pack he had slung around his shoulders. Great. he thought, strolling into the room after he had caught his breath All that running for nothing He didn’t pause to look at the others already there and walked into the darker corner of the room, and picked a seat there. He shrugged off his pack and placed it on his lap as he took off the hood of his overlarge jacket.
Vincent cast an observant eye at the only other two in the room. A female and a male sat at the other side of the table from him. Vincent felt instantly interested in the younger male. I remember seeing that model of air masks somewhere but I wasn’t paying enough attention…was it during one of those boring lectures about ‘bad air quality’ that Professor Whatever was having? Careful to not glare or stare, he cast inquisitive looks at the two, noting the girl’s weird appearance and distinctive outdoor look. He made no attempt to introduce himself as the others started filing into the room, as- finally- the pilot and scientist came strolling into the room. After the other male, Nixon Moreau…I remember reading his files and the lady with teal hair and Tori Quinn, yes. had finished their introductions, Vincent let out a loud cough.
He grinned at the others, trying to look as nice as possible, as he said, with a scratchy voice, “m’ names Vincent. Vincent Velorien, the tactician of this expedition, though I can’t promise much. It’s nice to meet you all.” He nodded his head in the general direction in front of him as he dropped his smile and returned to observing the others in the room, and boy, did he feel old amongst the other members seated in the room, though they were all around the same age zone. I should probably get a makeover or something. He thought, absentmindedly, forgetting to listen to the introductions of the other members of the expedition force. Staring by getting rid of this beard... He stroked his chin before shifting his attention back to the introductions.
He started strolling towards the governmental facility as he asked, “Time, MICE?” He casually leapt over a tall wall that blocked his way as he took a detour he had used many times before while escaping both thugs and police alike. “Well, all I’ll say is that you late, Master Vincent,” the machine clanked out, “to the meeting for the seven-person trip to space?” Vincent stopped in his steps, groaned, and slapped his forehead with his metallic hand, wincing as the hard surface crashed onto his skull. “Hell almight-,” he swore as he picked up his dash again, racing towards the governmental facility.
Dashing through the halls, Vincent finally reached the receptionist. “Which-,” he gasped, “Which way to the meeting?” The lady gave him an unamused look as she pointed to the hallway, and watched him slouch in as the mouse on his shoulder squeaked encouraging phrases. Half way into the tunnel, MICE suddenly let out a high-pitched giggle, startling Vincent a bit. “I was joking, Master Vincent- we early.” Vincent stopped on his tracks and turned his head to look at the machine on his shoulder, a mildly amused and exasperated look on his face. This evidently wasn't the first time his machine had lied to him. “I never should have created you, you know that, don’t you?” He grabbed MICE and punched the red button again, and then stuffed the machine into the pack he had slung around his shoulders. Great. he thought, strolling into the room after he had caught his breath All that running for nothing He didn’t pause to look at the others already there and walked into the darker corner of the room, and picked a seat there. He shrugged off his pack and placed it on his lap as he took off the hood of his overlarge jacket.
Vincent cast an observant eye at the only other two in the room. A female and a male sat at the other side of the table from him. Vincent felt instantly interested in the younger male. I remember seeing that model of air masks somewhere but I wasn’t paying enough attention…was it during one of those boring lectures about ‘bad air quality’ that Professor Whatever was having? Careful to not glare or stare, he cast inquisitive looks at the two, noting the girl’s weird appearance and distinctive outdoor look. He made no attempt to introduce himself as the others started filing into the room, as- finally- the pilot and scientist came strolling into the room. After the other male, Nixon Moreau…I remember reading his files and the lady with teal hair and Tori Quinn, yes. had finished their introductions, Vincent let out a loud cough.
He grinned at the others, trying to look as nice as possible, as he said, with a scratchy voice, “m’ names Vincent. Vincent Velorien, the tactician of this expedition, though I can’t promise much. It’s nice to meet you all.” He nodded his head in the general direction in front of him as he dropped his smile and returned to observing the others in the room, and boy, did he feel old amongst the other members seated in the room, though they were all around the same age zone. I should probably get a makeover or something. He thought, absentmindedly, forgetting to listen to the introductions of the other members of the expedition force. Staring by getting rid of this beard... He stroked his chin before shifting his attention back to the introductions.