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Jacob Summers

Immortal and instructor at the Detroit facility

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a character in “The Unseen World: MCU Archives”, as played by Alexander_Summers

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Name: Jacob Summers
Aliases: Thomas Black
Race: Immortal
Age: actual 36, apparent 18
Height: 6'1''
Weight: 200 lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: bright green
Physical description: Tall, unassuming, handsome, dressed often in clothing resembling what indiana jones might wear.



Family
  • ]Izeekial Summers Jr. - Father
  • Nancy Summers - Mother
  • Aceline Montagnard
  • Rachel Reidenhour
  • Mai Ling

Skills, Talents, and Equipment
Equipment: Archeological field kit, a set of egyptian style Sais one propetually sheathed in each boot, 1911 .45 acp propetually in a shoulder slung sheith with a total of 3 clips of specialty rounds.
Personal Items: He owns a bardge, that was converted into a house (The same one that one Duncan McLeod used to live on in france) And a hunter green MG Midget that has been pains takingly restored.
Job-related skills: Ability to read and with a little bit of time read all languages he encounters, even dead ones.

So begins...

Jacob Summers's Story

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Jacob looked at the students before him. Why was he filling in for the survival and hand to hand combat class any ways? It wasn't that he couldn't, more so that he didn't really like to partake in combat even if just simulated for training. "There are times those of you whom are basically just a regular human are not going to be able to beat a foe no matter how well you are trained. But that doesn't mean you can't slow them down a bit. And forget any notion that they'll be chivalrous you're not always going to have the time to draw a weapon or get into your stance. I'm here to teach you what to do when you cant do those things." One of the line of students went to say something, "It's too bad that...... no never mind it was stupid."He said with a sigh.

Jacob frowned and walked up to him. "You'd be amazed how many times what I initially thought to be a stupid idea wound up playing a crucial role in pulling my ass out of the fire. Let's hear it. what's your 'stupid' thought." The student sighed again and spoke in a slightly defeated tone, "It's too bad we couldn't just reason with them." The rest of the class laughed. "Actually, guys he doesn't have the worst idea in the world. More times then not trying to reason or talk down a superior foe from a physical confrontation can be your greatest survival skill." Jacob said with a smile and patted the young mans shoulder before going on to finish the class. This hole ordeal was exhausting and he didn't like fighting no matter how good he was at it.

"First volunteer step forward." A young man who was dressed like a Detroit local from one of the rougher neighborhoods. Short, Caucasian, baseball cap at a forty five degree angle, severe scaring across his jaw indicating a knife wound. Prognosis? Likely to select the pistol. The thought process went threw his head as he gauged the young man. With a large assortment of weapons on the table, Jacob motioned towards them. "Pick your weapon. Keep in mind the firearms if you select them are marker pistols and rifles they will hurt but they will not kill any one; but just to hedge our bets lets avoid head shots people." Sure enough the 'thug life wannabee' picked the pistol. Jacob lifted his right leg pulled out a sai then the other. The one in his right hand was pointed forward the other held flush against his left forearm pointed down. "What you gonna do bringing knives to a gun fight teach?" The thug jeered as Jacob moved forward with deftly preciseness. The student was less then 21 feet away he barely had time to raise the marker pistol. The first chalk marker round tore into his coat as it flapped in the wind but other wise missed Jacob entirely the student didn't have time to squeeze off another round. Jacob was on him. He quickly quipped his left hand up against the underside of the pistol causing it to fly up into the air out of the startled students hand. His right hand flicked releasing it's blade which slipped right into the trigger guard and soared through the air embedding into a near by tree. Jacob was now behind the student holding him in a half nelson with the broad side of the knife against his throat. "You're dead tell me why..." The student initially struggled but then stopped 'tapping out.' As Jacob released him sheathing his sai and holding out his right hand for the other which instantly returned to him.

"Because you're fast like a freak?" The thug grumbled as Jacob laughed and shook his head no. "My speed is average little less than actually. You're dead because I took my time when you stepped up to observe you. I figured you were going to go with range and make no attempt to talk me down. I planned for you to use that weapon and that tactic and you played into it." The student protested, "I asked you what you were going to do with a knife in a gun fight!"

Jacob sighed in disbelief, He couldn't believe he was hearing that was what passed for reasoning these days. "Ok people listen up. Put your self in your opponents shoes for a moment. You're an immortal bad ass who has lived for over two thousand years. You have been trained in all matter of bad assery and are largely immune to bullets. But this little shit thinks all that time is effectively for not, and that his nifty toy has just negated any edge you've earned. How disrespected do you feel right now? There is a difference between antagonizing your enemy and reasoning with them. Go on get out of here guys class dismissed We could probably all use a stretch. Reconvene here in two hours."

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Off to the side a woman stood clapping her hands slowly, "Bravo, bravo, Jacob." She said speaking in heavily accented English. "I see you've learned a few tricks finally." She added as she approached. With the exception of the table, it's weapons, and a few mats for padding, the room was largely empty. Pausing to look at the selection of items on the table she frowned as she came across the pistol. "You realize someone is going to have to teach them how to use at one of these things the right way, non?" Aceline remarked in distaste of the items on the table.

"Either way, it's good to see you. How have they been treating you?"

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Jacob smiled and waved to Aceline as she approached. "Not to badly They set up a dock for my barge well in advance of my arrival and laid the foundation with a basement for me to build my garage on." He glanced to the weapons on the table. "Unfortunately that's an inevitable conclusion. First I'm going to teach them how to avoid using it if they can. Most of these students are just human. There's one or two werewolves and windigo from the Mackinac tribe in the lot but when they're not all wolfish form they're just as squishy as the rest. If they go in guns blazing like Council Member Summers used to do.. they're just going to get killed. So first I need them to remember they're not invincible and that they need to try to talk their way out of a fight before they resort to violence. How was the trip here? I can see to getting you set up in one of the visiting officers quarters in the administration building until you're settled in."

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Aceline laughed at Jacob describing the students as squishy, he was the only other person she could think of that would use that descriptor for their students. "Good." She said with a nod, as she reached over and picked up a knife, briefly examining it. "Blunted, but still painful. It'll teach them a good lesson." She added as she flicked on the switch that generated a mild electric shock when the blade was contacted. Turning the electricity on the knife off, she set it back down onto the table.

"Long, arduous, complicated. Getting anything through US Customs is a pain in the rear." Aceline explained with a slight shrug. "Would you? An 11 hour flight, plus time zones doesn't exactly allow for a human to sleep or really any sort of decency." She added upon hearing that Jacob would see to wrangling with the lodging.

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He chuckled a little bit and walked towards the exit. The administration office was across the compound which actually wasn't that long of a walk. One could choose to walk threw the star fort to get to it or go around. One was only fifty foot shorter distance then the other. Jacob walked down the small road that over looked the back side of the star fort. At the corner he turned left and walked to the large structure on the left that was on a hill directly over looking the star fort. On the exterior it had signs that read things like 'condemned' and 'do not enter' this was of course a glamour put up to keep people out. Once they entered and the computers read the ID Badge in Jacobs pants pocket it allowed the glamour for the two of them to drop revealing a well organized, clean and borderline luxurious office space with a small staff. Grabbing a key off the desk he handed it to Aceline. "Up to the top floor second door on the left. It's not much roomier then my barge apartment but it's nice I'll take care of the paper work you go ahead and get some rest."

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"As long as it's clean you won't hear any complaints from me." She said taking the key from Jacob. Climbing the stairs to the second floor, she found that most of her bags had already been deposited there without so much as her asking. "Not bad.." She commented before unceremoniously flopping face down into the down comforter and soft mattress on the bed. Soon she was out like a light, without so much as having bothered to take her shoes off.

The room was private, quiet and decently sized. There wasn't really anything she could complain about, especially since most amenities seemed to already be provided. Granted she was grateful she wasn't in charge of much more than signing off on the final certifications, but in a lot of ways found herself slightly envious of the more public facing positions. However, they had hired her for her administrative skills, not her teaching skills; which weren't exactly the best there was.

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A few weeks had passed since Aceline had made the big trip over finally. Things were once again in a smooth motion of operation. Jacob had made a change to the uniform code. Because the tourism season was coming into the full swing and encounters with the public more likely. A uniform requirement has been made for all students training on the grounds and inside the star fort. If they were on a training regiment that was to be out side the star fort walls then they would be wearing world war one uniforms and equipment. If they were inside the star fort walls training, then they would be wearing American Civil War uniforms.

Today he had an interesting phone call from the council. An event that he'd forgotten was coming up. A seminar where an expert on vampire court system and defensive magic would be coming. He was under very specific instructions to regard the man with the title he had worked so hard to achieve. Tyrannius. So Today Jacob was walking about in the guest quarters making sure every thing was set up for a three or four day seminar. An important sounding guest deserved only the best. Who was he kidding it could be a low life on a witness protection stent and he'd do his best to make them comfortable and feel welcome.

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Rahal arrived, and had been escorted to the guest quarters by one of the staff members. He smiled as he stepped inside. This was nice. or at least, it didn't seem to be the opposite of nice, which was definitely an improvement over what could have been. The man glanced about as the staff member followed him in. "Mr. Rahal, this is Mr. Summers." The staff member introduced.

Rahal smiled and held out his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Summers. Please, call me Ty, or Rahal." Whichever made him more comfortable. He responded to both. It was easy enough to do so, after all. He had been Ty for half his life and Rahal for the other half. The rooms looked nice enough, and he placed a deceptively small suitcase down after shaking Jacob's hand. "Just don't call me Rah, like Councilor Summers does. That's my father's name."

It was an attempt at a joke, given that the leader of the dragon court, his father, was known publically as Ra.

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Jacob shook Rahal's hand and smiled genuinely. The 'man' standing before Rahal was by appearance only 17. He had an overwhelmingly welcoming personality and his aura, if Rahal could read such things was testimony to that. Jacob was as close to a pacifist as you could get in this line of work. Sure there was blood on his hands in the past but it was clearly not innocent blood and still it haunts him that he was forced to take a life no matter how tainted and corrupted it may have been. "It's very nice to meet you Rahal sir. Please just call me Jacob... Mr. Summers is my father. I hope your stay with us will be enjoyable. I understand if you would like a few hours to rest and get your wits about you. As I understand it long periods of travel can be taxing. Forgive the period regalia we're in the height of tourism season and the period military uniforms are part of the 'blend in don't make the public think you're any more then a part of the attraction' strategy."

He started to walk glancing with a soft sigh to the small Cheetah that had sprinted up from the house boat down at the end of the field he was currently sitting in and casually started to walk next to him. "Isis didn't I tell you to stay on the ship. Yes you're registered as an ambassador cheetah and my personal therapy pet but people need time to transition." He glanced to Rahal. "Meet Isis our largely silent team mate. sometimes not as silent as she should be given the presence of mundane ears but she makes up for it."

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"Of course, no problem. I'm afraid I don't have any period regalia myself however." And wasn't about to transfigure his clothing for it. That was not a branch of magic he was at all suited for. The name Isis provoked a smile from the mage and he shrugged. These things did happen and he glanced around them.

"Isis is a lovely name. Would you like me to cast a glamour? A greyhound could fit well enough." He explained quietly. "And then no one mundane would bat an eye." Just a man and his dog, after all. That was a lot less eye catching than a cheetah, and Rahal was very good at glamours, for all that he rarely used them. It came from his particular type of magic after all. Confusion and illusion, along with rather large explosions, were all part of the game to him.

He also wouldn't mind at all. It was better he use his magic than he become over saturated with it, and lose control of it.

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"No but thank you.. she's actually registered as a cheetah ambassador. So if my cheetah suddenly disappeared and in it's place came a grey hound.. it would actually raise eye brows at an international level as such creatures are heavily regulated." He smiled softly "and you won't require regalia your classes will be held in a place that the public will never see"

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"Excellent. I always feel a little ridiculous dressed up as is." Not that this stopped his parents from treating him as something of a manikin for their pleasure. The mage was very used to it. He'd probably give the lectures in a button up and slacks then, like he wore now. It was better to blend in, after all, and he was very good at that.

He stretched and grinned. "When do my lectures begin, by the way, and which subject am I covering first?" He was happy enough to speak about either, though magic more than vampires, for all he grew up with vampires.

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"Well like I said I'm sure you could use a rest if not for your travels then the fact that you've had to deal with the council at length." He grimaced slightly at the thought. He'd not personally dealt with the council aside from a brief interview with a thoroughly shadowy figure and a 'welcome to MCU Mr. Summers.' "So I leave your itinerary largely up to you good sir. Tell me when you want the classes to be held, and in which order you wish to lecture. I can provide you with the office in the auditorium.... such as it is."

The 'auditorium' was clearly a word utilized in some amount of facetiousness. What it really was an old movie theatre. It was actually the first ever movie theatre in all of Detroit. Jacob lead the older man over to the location. It was right between the official Detroit MCU Field office housed in the 1909 guard house and prison, and the barracks that housed the students. West Jefferson street ran east and west directly to the buildings rear separated by roughly thirty foot of rough grass and a chain link fence topped with barbed wire. The building was small roughly 170 foot from front to back, roughly 50 from side to side. It was brick with a wooden beam and six pained window front entry way. The eves were blocked off with wood slab and a small circular four pained window looking something like a personal pan pizza set on it's side in the center. Inside the place had been restored to its original Victorian era movie theatre splendor. Horse hair wool cushioned folding chairs that had once resided in grand trunk western passenger cars. there was a projector stand in the center rear of the room and a piano sitting directly in front of the stage. The screen was sitting rolled up in the eves secured by a quick release latch system from the catwalk. on either side of the stage was a large pillar structure each one had a stair case. half way up on the left stair flight was a landing with a small door that held a bathroom behind it. The one on the right had an office that took up all the space behind the screen. The stage it's self was plane, hard wood half circular protruding out towards the front row. There was a simple podium with a single bulb light protruding up off of it in the center of the stage. "I hope this will be to your liking." Jacob said pulling out the key and handing it over to Rahal.

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"This'll work out well. I'll take a look at what the students are doing now, though I think I'll do the magic lecture first." He said, rather amused. The man looked Jacob over and then grinned. "So, I do have to ask. Any relation to Councilor Summers? Because the coincidence is just too amusing."

Though he was much taller. It was greatly amusing. A tall Lex would be no end of trouble. It would also be less fun watching Catherine and Lex walk side by side. He smiled and thought things over. If there was one, it must be different. "Though you're awfully tall, and he's on the short side." Definitely different body types.

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"Saber?" He said rather curious. "I think I will watch. I'm a battle mage myself, for all I rarely get to fight." And the idea of watching something new was enticing. "If staffing is that short, I can speak to some of the councilor's for you." There shouldn't be a need to pull triple duty. Double duty, maybe, given the size of the facility, but triple?

Still, he could see the other was a bit uncomfortable and he tried to make it better. "And sorry. I didn't mean to, um, offend. I just get curious about where people came from." He admitted. "And it's not that your, um, super tall or anything, it's just a lot of the people I spend my days with are, you know, significantly closer to five feet than six." Older vampires tended to be on the short side, and that was who he spent a lot of time with.

The mage tugged on his pony tail, and decided to change the subject. "You know, I wouldn't mind moving closer, but with hair this length, I doubt I could pull off 1860s anything." Unless they stuck him in a dress. It wouldn't be the first time.

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Jacob laughed a little bit. "It's ok the council has enough on their plate and I like the work it keeps me out of trouble." Upon exiting the building he took a right and walk down to the corner before turning left and then at the pathway turning left again walking down the hill and into the large gate of the star fort. "Actually it wasn't entirely unheard of for men to have long hair in the 1860's especially if you were a Metis... uh that is half blood or half white half native which you could pass for. For religious reasons they didn't cut their hair unless they were in mourning." Immediately to their left was a small blacksmiths shop at the end of a larger building. He walked up to it and the attendant handed him his saber belt with attached cavalry saber. "Shawn can you hand me the artillery saber instead I want something a little different to throw off the students perception just to see how they react." The attendant nodded and took the cavalry saber which was long and had a slight curve comparable to that of a katana. the half basket hilt formed into three separate branches before joining together in the pommel. What he was handed back in it's place was a simple sword. The blade would have been the same size if not for the wicked nearly 'c' shaped blade. The hand protection was much simpler then the other just a D guard with a single back finnial off the back to protect the top of the hand.

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"Well, I suppose I could pass for a...a metis, you said?" Interesting. Still, he couldn't help but grin. "Sounds exciting. Would I have to do anything other than the ponytail though, becuase it's a bit of...well, I never did us my hands to style it." Rahal knew quite a few cosmetic spells, including ones to style his hair. Isis was very thorough in his education when it came to appearance. The mage could be a little vain as a result.

"I suppose it's a good thing that my hair isn't blue anymore at least. Somehow, I doubt I could pass for anything if I remained a blue-nette." He grinned at the thought. The curse on his hair color still held very strong. It would be nother but black and no spell, glamour, potion, or hair dye would help.

He had tried them all.

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Jacob nodded softly and reached into his pocket pulling out a period picture of a Metis (pronounced May-tee) handing it over to Rahal. It showed a young man who could easily pass as a white man with striking features and a braided tail of hair that came nearly to his ankles. Aside from the hair he looked like any Victorian era Caucasian male of good standing. A three piece out fit pinstripe trousers, and a vest and Jacket that were light in color. He wore regular looking square toed shoes and a bowler hat on his head which was tipped forward slightly and worn predominantly on the left hand side.

"See this is a Metis. He looked just like everyone around him save for that long braid of hair. In this area they weren't at all uncommon. The army actually staffed the fort with a hand full of them in the beginning of the civil war. Women refused to work as laundress's because the young men freshly recruited were.... well one of the more colorful wordings of it I read was 'prone to getting fresh as they surrendered to their lesser demons at the prospect of going to war.' Leave it to the Victorians to complicate saying they were hornier then a bull jack rabbit in a den of does in the heat of the rut."

Jacob walked around the corner along to the front of the building. Once there he stopped in the large open field where ten or twenty of the students were all assembled in matching uniforms. Those of Civil war Cavalry. They wore their full kits cavalry carbines, pistol, haversack and canteen along with uniforms. Jacobs kit was simpler his uniform which matched their own but had lt. bars on the shoulders he had a pistol, a canteen and a better fit haversack that was made of leather and a bit bigger. He also had a pair of knee high boots. He came out in front of the others and stood there his arms crossed.

"Gentlemen welcome to the females in the group please don't be offended because in the coming days we will have an audience for this drill. Today we don't so we can speak candidly. When the public is here all things are mundane and for all they know we're just regular reenactors hired to staff the fort and provide demonstrations. If you will look to your right you will see the nice gentleman with the long black hair. His name is Rahal he'll be giving you a couple of seminars one on Magic and it's uses, and up to three or four on the various Courtly goings on in the Unseen world court in this case speaking of the feudal system meaning of the world. He will have your undivided attention when you are with him or I will personally be introducing your behind to the business end of my size 11 boot. Today we are going to begin schooling you on saber use."

The one stupid gun crazy student from the other day spoke up. why wasn't Jacob surprised. {Trenton}"Why don't we just shoot the bad guys?"

Jacob sighed and motioned to every one. "The pouch over your chest on your carbine sling is your cartridge box. Every one go ahead and look inside and tell me what's in there." As the students opened their pouches they all found nothing... no ammo.


{Trenton} "So we're out of ammo I can see where that would happen in the field but it's not like MCU is going to let us go out with Swords... our job is to keep things out of the norm from drawing attention." Jacob nodded.

"But you might have a large knife on you, or a collapsible baton. Everything I'm going to teach you with these swords can directly translate to use with those weapons. Or just a random piece of pipe, or a tire iron or whatever improvised club you might wind up with in a pinch. The point is Mr. Trenton.... your melee weapon is never unloaded and it's never going to run out of ammo. Your gun will... Your gun will jam, and often at the worst possible time. You may not understand the point you may think this is stupid but what I'm teaching you may not be as flashy as guns Mr. Trenton but it can and will save your life." Trenton pulled out his saber and stepped forward swooshing it around before coming into a painfully flawed stance. "Are you sure about this Mr. Trenton?" Jacob asked in a tired voice.

{Trenton} "Yeah and if I beat you we all get to skip this lame excuse of a class" Jacob sighed taking in a deep breath. "And when I beat you Mr. Trenton.... you and your class mates will complete this class today and then retire to the barracks dorm which you will be scrubbing clean as a group with your tooth brushes... and make sure you do a good job because you'll be eating your next three days of meals off of that floor with out the benefit of plates."

This earned Trenton a death glare from all of his class mates. Jacob stepped forward not even bothering to draw his saber. Trenton blindly rushed forward lunging at him with the tip. In one swift movement the blade was back handed to the side and as Trenton stumbled forward and past Jacob it was only then that the metallic hiss of Jacobs blade coming from its sheath could be heard. Jacob leveled the flat side of the blade out at full extension and swung with all his might bringing the blunt of the sword to license against Trenton's butt with a loud slap noise. He wasn't holding back on his commitment to the swing the blade actually flexed visually wobbling before returning to true.

"You're dead get back in line. Every one thank Mr. Trenton for your new activity roster." Every one cast Trenton a very displeased glance. "You may very well hate me by the time you are done here. I don't much care about that. I will teach you to survive and to bond as a cohesive unit. You may all get it in your heads to leave Mr. Trenton to do the floors entirely by him self for the next three days. But I will be checking tooth brushes in the morning and the only ones that are dirty are the only ones that get food. If you decide to just dirty your tooth brush with out cleaning the floor with it. that's fine just remember you're all eating for the next three days on that floor with out plates or bowls So keep that in mind before you decide to try to get crafty. If one of you acts... you all deal with it together. The reason is very simple. Its not going to be any different in the real world. The council is petty they will punish an entire office for the actions of one stupid agent. So don't plan retribution or retaliation use this for what it is a learning experience genuinely help each other better your selves from it."

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Rahal watched amused and casually blinked on his aura sight. Was that? Oh, Ra. The cheetah was a goddess. Well, that was annoying, and he debated on letting the council know. he'd decide later, he supposed. For now, he turned the site on Jacob. Hm. Castign back in his mind, he cast a private illusion so only he could see, and layered it over the instructor. Yeah, that was a bit more than jsut distant descendant close. It was damned near the same.

He'd have to do some poking around. Somehow.

Still, the 'fight,' such as it was, caused him to chuckle. "Well, that was pitiful. I may have to put on a demonstration fight, just to drive the point home abouthow bullets aren't always the answer." He had some decent shields after all, and a few time altering devices with small radii.

"Still, eating off the floor with no plates? A little harsh for the actions on one fool." But warranted, if this fool was a persistant fool.

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Rahal winced. "I apologize. I'm not used to working with a unit." It had only been an offer at least. Still, he had a point. He fell silent and watched, listening. The other certainly knew his subject. Rahal could sword fight, but that was it. He watched, uncertain and then shrugged. He'd get his ass kicked in a straight up sword fight.

Magic enhanced meant he was much more likely to win. Besides, the only sword he could easily summon was not one that he was willing to have out in front of recruits, especially ones like Trenton there. It was cursed after all; cursed to twist and turn the wielder's thoughts to those of a more selfish and greedy nature.

The mage glanced to the goddess, told himself that he didn't want to know, and focused on the lecture, rather curious to see how it would go.

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The class went fairly well. Jacob was able to teach the students to accomplish a basic pose, that would serve them well in a sword fight. Afterwards the students all went back to the barracks and Jacob just walked over to the hill and flopped down onto the grass. "That was not fun." He popped his neck gently before standing once again and walking towards the administrative office building.

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"Hard day?" Aceline asked spotting Jacob's frustrated and tired demeanor as he walked into the building. As soon as she'd gotten settled and slept, she had reported in early the next day. Soon everyone in the administrative office was put through their paces, and any issues addressed. Soon a formerly disorganized, poorly run office was running like the well oiled machine it should. Work was completed efficiently and on time, Aceline didn't seem to tolerate tardiness or the words 'I can't'.

"It'll get better and you know you can always petition for additional instruction."

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"Well they'll thank you for it later, I'm sure." She replied offering Jacob a pat on the arm. "As for the Council, I'm sure they have their hands full with other issues. If you need me to help you with anything, please don't ever hesitate to ask. But, in the mean time word has it that we may be having officers in within the next month to recert for MCU." Aceline continued as she steered Jacob over towards what passed for an office in the old building. There were still a few kinks to be worked out, and ones that ideally didn't involve completely restructuring the inside to fit a modern office.

"But, now we're going to have a seat for tea and you're going to tell me all about this sovereign nation." She said with a patient smile. Aceline could tell Jacob was getting frustrated and overwhelmed with the gravity of his new job, but that didn't stop her from buttonholing him to have tea with her; besides it was almost mid afternoon and time for a break.

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Jacob laughed knowing better then to try to struggle against tea. Besides Aceline made good tea Jacob was rather fond of the imposed break time. "You're already helping more then enough. Office work is not my strong suite, and you have the place running like a well oiled machine which makes every ones lives easier." He smiled and sat down as instructed and relaxed into the chair. "As for the sovereign nation of Jackassistan it is a magical land where the occupants learn quickly to keep a spare tooth brush, and work together, because if one messes up, every one suffers equally to instill the understanding that they succeed or fail as a team, so it does absolutely no good to throw one another under the bus." He furrowed his brows at the knowledge that there were more MCU Agents coming to recertify with in the next month. "Can you find me the requirement protocols for recertification so I can review them before running those courses." He popped his neck relaxing. It's true he completely overwhelmed with the gravity of his new job. If not for her presence he'd be completely ungrounded.

Meanwhile across town at 8 mile and Gratiot avenue, on the former grounds of the Michigan State Fair grounds a shadowy figure, an older man with salt and pepper five o'clock shadow rested against and old fair ground building. He had a pair of binoculars, a 35 millimeter camera, and a .38 special service revolver holstered in an ankle rig. His cloths were old and tattered, Khaki pants, a white dress shirt, a grey wool twill vest, green fedora and a London fog rain trench. He would have been any thing but out of place in an novella noir about a used up cop turned private investigator, or about a news paper man with a pension for getting into all the wrong kinds of trouble. The man brought a pack of Marlboro 100's to his lips, gripped the filter of one with his teeth and pulled it out lighting the cigarette casually puffing away. It was a disgusting habit and he knew it, but it also kept the edge down when on a sting. He had a job to do, and that job was to prove that what he saw kill his wife actually existed. The only thing he could think of was what he liked to call 'the bigfoot pragmatism.' There are some in the bigfoot hunting community that believe the only way to serve bigfoots as a whole, is to kill only one so that irrefutable scientific proof exists to show that at least one actual example of the creature exists. So that was his only option. Kill a monster... present it's body, and tadah you have proof that the kind of monster that killed your wife actually exists, and you're no longer number one suspect in the case.

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Aceline cringed at the mention of the toothbrush. "That's bordering on the territory of cruel and unusual punishment." She remarked as she poured tea into the cups. "How many?" Aceline then asked gesturing towards the sugar cubes neatly piled neatly in their dish beside the cream. His desire to succeed was obvious, but what would the cost be in the end? Aceline was worried that Jacob would end up burnt out before the next group of recruits could be selected.

"Recertification will likely include weaponry, laws, defensive tactics that have been approved by Council, and any specialization they have. Though specializations may be hard for you to certify for some."