Recruitment of Night Raven

Brief Title:
RNR

Characters:
Night Raven and Arachne

Scene Runner/Watcher:

IC Date:
11/30/2012

Location:
Wherever it is Night Raven is incarcerated

Summary:
Arachne brings Night Raven into the Thunderbolts

Social or Plot:

TS:
No

Log:
==[ Prison For Special Persons In NYC ]==


Random Prison, this one with for those in need of institutionalization most likely. While not everyone would know of this place, those in the know might know indeed that Night Raven has been here and recently recovered from a sound vibranium stabbing by a certain Black Panther who, to prevent the use of deadly force from the Night Raven, implied deadly force on the battered body of the vigilante. Perhaps ironic indeed, though T'Challa was well aware Raven would recover. He has done so indeed. In fact, he might be a prime candidate for reform, the kind of reform designed for certain capable individuals with extra-ordinary abilities even.

Presently he is in his own room (cell), sitting on the bed and looking at the wall opposite himself. It looks like regular cylinder block painted a light green, perhaps someone decided this color would calm the average prisoner. He's not looking at that but rather the tiny black hole, where the motar has worn away. Not large enough to constitute action by prison officials, but enough to grab Night Raven's attention. He sits in an orange suite, face exposed in all its charmful-ness, marked a good many years of scarring and re-healing.


The prison isn't used to getying visitors of Arachne's caliber, or Julia Carpenter's caliber, since she is in her civilian guise at the moment. Of course she isn't used to visiting prisons so its a new thing for both.

The auburn haired woman is being escorted by the warden, who she makes small talk with and a guard. As they go past the various cells the typical commotion is heard, whistles and lewd suggestions, the guard of course yells about it, but it is ineffective.

The trio stop outside the cell that Night Raven has housed.

"Is this the individual you were looking for maam?" the warden asks.

The woman nods "Yes, exactly the one. If we can have a moment please?" she waggles her fingers at the warden and guard, suggesting they move down the corridor.


Likewise not so familiar with these sorts of visits, civilian guise or not as the paperwork is in order for the nature of the visit, the warden and guard do as she suggests. "Just let us know if you need anything else," says the Warden while the guard calls through the lines to have the cell remotely opened.

Night Raven perks up, watches the proceedings, but remains quiet for the moment. He keeps his reservations about him as the clanking of mechanical work in the walls heralds the opening of the cell. Julia is let in, and for safety sake, they have to close the cell as well. As she walks in, Night Raven stands, offers a seat, he won't sit on his bunk or the one chair in his room until after she has taken a seat (or continues to stand if she does so as well.

"Ma'am," he says politely with a bow of his head, "To what do I owe the pleasure?" Its said more archiacally, no hint of sarcasm, its more proper giving testament to his true age.


Julia looks around the cell with a bit of distaste, then eyes her choices of furniture. She doesn't answer immediately, seemingly waiting for the warden and guard to move away, "The government, a man by the name of Ares, your remarkable ability to take down people before they do the same to you." she shrugs and sits on the edge of the chair "Take your pick. All are applicable. But it is the former two that are offering you a way out of this...place." the last word is said with the same distaste that marked her expression when she first came it.

"I confess, its rather not bad," offers Night Raven looking around for the moment, perhaps at old etchings in the wall covered and recovered by layers of bad, plastic paint. "My first welcome room by the government was little more than wet stone, bars and lice." Half a grin, is he smirking, or simply grinning. "If I took my pick, Ares would be a good place to start. I admit slight mistrust with the government, but far better than the local authorities. Does prior service count for anything?" He looks over the woman then, a serious consideration - not like a meat market, but rather simply serious, listening to what she has to say.


At the mention of lice a hand instinctly goes to her hair, which is pulled back in a simple ponytail. Which doesn't contrast to much with her casualish suit "Yes. Without that in your favor you would probably be rotting in her for eternity...or until they forgot what you are in here for." it sounds like she thinks both are viable options "Well if Ares is your pick then, you are in luck. He is offering you a job and a way out of the place."


"A way out is good," agrees Night Raven, a simple nod of his head. "I confess, a job is even better. Forgive me for asking, but I am curious what would be required of me?" He folds his arms over his chest, not firmly, reluctantly as if looking for something to do with them.

"All that will be required of you is doing what you do best." Julia then gets to her feet, allowing him to come to his own conclusion as to what she means by that "You will just be doing /that/ when and where you are told. Sometimes with others, sometimes solo, depending. I think you may one or two of the people you will be working with." she forestalls any objection "Playing well with others isn't necessarily a requirement of the job.

"All that will be required of you is doing what you do best." Julia then gets to her feet, allowing him to come to his own conclusion as to what she means by that "You will just be doing /that/ when and where you are told. Sometimes with others, sometimes solo, depending. I think you may one or two of the people you will be working with." she forestalls any objection "Playing well with others isn't necessarily a requirement of the job.


There is a pause, he stays seated as he listens to her explain more. "The important thing is that it doesn't mingle myself and being behind bars," he gets to his feet. "Do I sign a contract in blood, or will ink do? I'll do what I do best when and where told. I am curious if there are resoures at our disposal, the sort that is more for personal interest than professional development?" As he lets that hang, he assumes he's leaving now and walks for the cell door. "Do I get my old personnel effects, or do you only supply me with a uniform?"


Moving the few steps to the cell door, Julia addresses the guard that waits down the corridor "Please inform the Warden that we are ready to leave and to get this gentleman's things out of storage." as the gaurd takes care of doing that she turns back to the man "You will have your belongings returned to you. At least those things that are still in storage." more then a few things have going missing from storage lockers in prisons. "There is a base and a room can be provided. You are free to stay there for as long as your contract lasts...and ink is preferred, this is the government, not satan. Though some would argue they are one in the same.


"This is amiable," he says then, following the woman out and down the corridor, to where ever she leads really. "I'll take the room. I am lacking assets, but all I need is a roof over my head, two guns and a target." Though as he says target, it comes out as if he has his own targets in mind. Who knows, maybe luck will be on his side and the governmental crosshairs will eventually align with his own. "Lead me to the contract, I'll put my name on it." Of course, even he doesn't know his real name, but Night Raven works.


"You will eventually be getting paid. If anyone could survive long enough to get that far into their contract it would be you." Julia finds it a bit amusing, considering who she is talking too. Leading the way down the corridor and through the prison as she talks they will eventually make it to the Warden's office where all the signing of paperwork will be done. Even some on her part.

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