First Day on the Job

As Mischi moves escorted through the brisk corridors of the building she stumbles slightly off balanced. The blindfold rests firmly on he face she follows the footsteps of the person in front of her. The strong smell of chemically cleaned surface is all her nose is able to feed back, hardly helpful information when depraved of sight. Continuing to rely on hearing alone she bumps slightly into the wall as she reaches yet another decline in what seems like a labyrinth. As she stretches out her hand to steady herself she brushes against the cool metallic walls all the while wondering on what this had to do with the job selection she had been offered.

When the person in front came to a halt the same female voice that spoke to her on arrival ans requested she wear the blindfold as she entered the premises spoke once more.

Lady - You may now remove the blindfold.

As the light rushed back into her eyes she stared at what seemed to be nothing but white desperately getting her eyes to focus once more. She looks about the room and sees what could only be interpreted as a changing room. Whatever this business was, she was sure of one thing, they certainly liked metal. The entire room was filled with tall wall mounted locked about four times bigger than most normal changing rooms would have and this room itself was about the size of a Olympic swimming pool. As a metal door behind her closed with a smooth swoosh the lady once again spoke through the intercom.

Lady - In front of you is a change of clothes, you will be required to wear these during your initiation test. Please put them on quickly and await further instructions.

As Mischi looks down on one of the many benches lines through the room a set of brand new cloths are still in packaging in front of her. Mischi picks them up and sifts through them. Entirely leather she panics slightly at first until she realises that this leather is thick, most probably reinforced as well, definitely expensive. She spreads in all out on the bench. Listing in her head she notes, one leather top, leather jacket, knee high leather boots, leather trousers all which seem to have several additional pockets and holsters for things. As she looked at the items on more detail she wonders how these clothes all are the exact perfect size. The misleading call about a job opportunity that lead her here only came yesterday. Not that it had been a good week overall mind you. She still wasn't even sure how she felt about everything that had happened to her in the last few days. One minute she was content in her job, just getting by with her boyfriend, the next thing she knows she comes home from work to find he room mate (and best friend) and boyfriend brutally murdered in her apartment. She recalls vividly being crouched over the motionless bodies of the two people dearest to her as she felt a terrible feeling of dread come over her. After that all she remembers is being grabbed and desperately trying to pull at anything to escape the assaulters grasp. That, and the eyes, the piercing red eyes, the eyes that she has woke up screaming about every night since.

'Initiation test' echoed in the woman's head, what the heck has she got herself into now. She was prone to getting bad jobs, her resume told that story well enough, the only one that had required an initiation test was one at school and the memories of that night were still a little fuzzy. What she could remember was a lot of giggling, a lot of flirting and general mess. Surely this was not going to be like that, the clothes definitely stated other wise. She flicked quickly through the clothes noting that it was all leather, all of very high quality and all of perfect sizing... something didn't add up here. But things never did especially not after being kidnapped, she presumed as this was the first time that had ever happened to her.

Mischi changed quickly and effectively. It was weird enough that this had come out of no where, that she had been blindfolded and dragged to who knows were. Let alone the daunting image that was left behind from her being snatched... The red eyes, to match the colour of the liquid that was now all over her apartment... No she couldn't think of it, to think of that would only cause her to freak out and this seemed to not be the time to crash in front of those she wanted to impress... where ever 'they' were.

Once clad in her leather attire, her normal clothes folded neatly where the package of leather had once been, she stood up straight, shoulders back in a posture that those in the early 18th century were accustomed too, not a girl from 2030. It was tight, seemed to limit her movement but she knew that would be altered once the material stretched a little and wore down. She stretched out a little bit, bending over and attempting to touch her toes, yoga was good for her but it still took her a while to actually touch her toes, then did a few lunges getting the knees to bend a bit. Once the material felt a little loose and she felt as if she was more able to breath and moved she called out the the feminine voice.

"What next?" Her voice portrayed none of the anxiety she had about what was coming next, all she knew from her gut instinct is that what ever was coming, she wasn't going to be ready for it. She knew there were further instructions, there had to be so far all she knew is that she needed to change, and that had been accomplished quickly enough, the woman was starting to get the feeling that if she was being told things step by step then there was a big possibility that there was going to be one step that she wouldn't like.

Voice - That was....Odd.

As Mischi looks around for the location of the voice he eyes follow it to the far side of the room. Lent up again the wall was another individual in similar clothing once again fitting perfectly to their body. The only difference being that this face is covered by a full faced helmet. Sat down rather casually next to them is another person in identical clothing and helmet however they seem to be uninterested in here presence. The voice speaks again as as she focuses on it she deducts between the distorted voice and the body shape that it's male. or at least its the most likely. The individual standing up clicks something on the side of their helmet and with what sounded like a pressure leak it lifted back of their head and rested on their back. Her guess was right, male. The man run his hands through his golden hair brushing the tips out of his eyes. The hair was well kept but loose underneath the helmet. As he opens his eyes she sees an all to familiar colour shine back, yet something is wrong, or different at least. The eyes, though the same, seem gentle and somehow soft.

Person - When you have finished you may want to get your weapons out of your locker. Your going to need them

He gestures at the locker nearest to her, there are no names on them and no describable keyholes either. Mischi's puzzled look seems to prompt a quick response from him.

Person - Its a electronic lock, the keys in the palm of your suit, right hand.

As she looks back towards them she now notices that although in the same clothes they look severely more geared out that she currently is. The one standing up and what looks like a hilt of a small dagger on the outside of his right leg and a large gun, most liely a rifle of some point strapped to his back. Ammo pouches surround both of their waists and some advanced looking tech rest upon the chest. As she looks in more detail to the one who is still to make any glance towards her she notices he only had a pistol on his left hip however upon his back is a rather sizeable katana scabbard.

Person - Theres a decent selection of melee and ranges weapons in your locker. Pick one ranged and one melee from there. After that follow us through this door. At that he hits a button next to a door and both get up and walk through. With a familar swoosh the door closes leaving Mischi alone once more.

As the male reveals himself she is caught up with his appearance, the shaggy blonde hair that she wouldn't have expected from someone dressed like him... But then who was she to judge she was dressed the same as him and she didn't exactly look like a military woman. It was his eyes that caught her off guard the most, she recognised them some how, but then something was also weird about them... as if something was wrong. Shaking her head and believing herself mad she rubbed her eyes and continued to listen.

'That was strange he says... no that was stranger.' The woman thinks to herself as she watches the two other leather clad bodies leave the room. 'Weapons, melee, long range... huh' Her head was reeling but looking at the right palm of her suit she wonders if there could really be technology intertwined with this leather... then again with what she has been through in the last 24 hours, or more she couldn't be sure, anything was possible.

Still with a puzzled look upon her face Mischi moves over to the locker and waves her right hand in front of the door. To her utter surprise it opens up. As she teases the door open a little more with her fingers the sight of weapons does catch her eye. No longer worried that something may jump out of the locker at her she takes a better look inside. A long slow whistle escapes her lips. 'That's a lot of weapons...' She notes to herself mentally, but then this was the fist time she had ever seen in one place and in real life. Unsure what to really get she grabbed a hand gun and a special treasure that she found at the back. A smile crossed her lips when her eyes fell upon the bow.

It was beautiful, her fingers gently caressed the engraved cold metal before she removed it from the locker. Once out she played with it in her hands, judging the weight of it, feeling it and of course stretching out the string. It was perfect, just from the weight of it she could tell it was perfectly balanced and would, hopefully serve her well. She found a leather quiver of arrows tucked in the corner and donned it. She then found accessories for the hand gun and donned the holster on her upper thigh with the extra ammo tucked in another pocket that had easy access. With her bow in one hand giving her a little more of a confidence boost she looked back at the door that the blonde had left through.

One more glance around found a similar helmet to the one blondie had been wearing, she collected it and placed it on her head, managing to to the chin strap one handed and ensure it was tight enough so the large helmet wouldn't wobble around on her head, or worse fall off. Her eyes danced around the metallic cell, wondering what she was about to get herself into until her gaze wondered back to the door. Taking a few deep breaths she walked to the door, hit the button, hearing the swoosh of the metal sliding open she took a deep breath and stepped on through.

As she walks through the door a harsh bright light glares into her eyes. As her eyes slowly adjust to the sudden change she see what seems to be a science lab. She stands at the entrance to a long corridor with large rooms on both sides, most of which can be seen into through the huge, assumable reinforced, glass. Typically over clean as to be expected but she once again doesn't seem familiar with all the technology in any of the rooms. As looks around she sees the blonde at the end of the corridor leaning against a door, as she begins to walk towards him a woman with long black hair approaches him, from her attire it would be a safe assumption that she is one of the many scientist into the room and the two engage in conversation all thought far out of earshot.

Mischi begins to walk towards then all the while glancing into all the rooms, she doesn't see anything out of the ordinary until she about two thirds down the room. A huge canine creature is pinned down onto a table with various instruments poking and cutting at its flesh. The huge demonic dog glares over at her, the pain can be seen in the eyes as it hold eye contact with her. It begins to shake and try to move, snarling at thrashing about. This clamps seem to be loosening all the while the dogs gaze remains fixated.

Mischi stares entranced at the dog like creature. Her mind wondering through hall the creatures that people today know exist, that isn't one of them she realises. "Um, excuse me?" She calls out her voice wavering slightly. For a few seconds she rips her eyes of the creature and over at the couple. "Um... excuse me?!" She calls again with more urgency. "This dog.... Creature... Person?" She queried, her gaze locked back on the creature studying it slightly closer but not moving any nearer to the glass. "What, what's going on here?" Mischi pulls her eyes away briefly from the creature back to the two at the end of the hall. Her fingers on one hand instinctively tightening around the bow, and her other hand hovering close to her hand gun. Two hands, two different weapons, one unloaded... troubled mind. "He looks like he is going to break loose!" She cried out ripping her gaze from the pain filled eyes of the dog to the couple. "Hey!!!!" She called out.

The man and woman both slowly look round, their eyes travel from one to the other then over to Mischi and then a quick glance at the window. At this the woman turns back around and continues to talk to the man. He, whilst still listening to the lady glance bad to Mischi and beckons her over. As Mischi carefully walks over retaining her vision as much as possible to the glass with the dog behind. When she reaches the pair the turn around and she catches a glance of the woman's id badge, Sgt Rosenfield. She didn't look much like a Sargent.

Rosenfield - The testing chamber is currently in use please take a seat down this corridor and await further instruction.

She gestures down one of the many corridors. This one seemed more familiar, or at least safe as it was nothing but a corridor with a huge steel door at the enc and four chairs. The were no decorations nothing to read. Her entertainment didn't really seem to be a priority here.

Mischi passed the two with a quick final glance back to the window with the strange dog. Once in the corridor she looked around, trying to reassure herself that nothing bad was going to happen. She knew she was kidding herself, for if nothing bad was going to happen to her then way would she be carrying a gun and a bow with the accompanying quiver of arrows?

The woman's eyes surveyed the corridor, then the two that stood at the door way, the Sargent and funky eyes, trying to work out if she should trust either of them. That said funky eyes was the one to tell her how to get the weapons which made her feel a little but better, more protected in a way.

Her mind flicks to what the Sargent had said about testing area, why would she, a normal person need to be in a testing area. She had gone through many tests as a kid and all had proven her human, normal as could be. As to why her parents had put her through the tests she had never asked but she knew she was 100% human.