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Post by Steel on Oct 24, 2012 5:26:56 GMT 1
Mehtaphor.. It was kind of witty. He sat patiently as the waiter arrived with his drink of water. The glass was already beading over, proof that the liquid was freshly chilled. JJ set a napkin out, sprinkled some salt on it, and pointed to the location he wanted his drink set. He was still observing the menu, his mouth was watering (albeit closed), and his stomach protested that he speed up his selection.
Today JJ was doing the one thing he'd been fighting his mother on for several years. His business venture and prior work history as a head of security and developer/ CEO of Steelforce had allowed him enough freedom to make this move to New York. The "Big Apple" as some called it wasn't too different than the Slums of Metropolis, especially the Bronx... which was the area he had found to call home. Now he just needed to find a place to house all of his equipment.... That's why he was sitting with the lovely Vincent Stark discussing the terms and conditions of membership with the JLA. Any other day he would have smashed his face in with his own K-Hammer for doing this. He used to think that he was fully capable of handling the mess of his slice of Metropolis on his own, however, things had changed lately. He felt like evil was starting to gain the upper hand, and recent events like the near obliteration of the JLA Tower was a clear indicator that he was not the only one in need of aid.
"Ms. Stark," JJ began, "I hope you don't mind if I ask, but is there any way that I could possibly provide aid to you outside of the bulletproof hide and extra armor?"
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Post by Vincent Stark on Oct 26, 2012 6:41:11 GMT 1
Hair slicked back into a tight bun and make up toned down Vincent Howard Stark sat in the little cafe in Manhattan with John Irons-Hawkins a super human and a brilliant inventor, much like her self.
Since the attack on the JLA/Stark tower Vincent had been looking into brilliant minds and brawny bodies for potential service in the JLA. Sponsoring new talent may be just what the world needed to protect it's citizens and as well keep a closer eye on what was happening in the world.
John had an iced water on a napkin as he looked over the menu while Vincent was casually sipping a tomato juice her mind already had been made up about ordering the the asian salad with extra chicken. The waiter was waiting on them to order and in fact Vincent couldn't wait to chase him away from the private little corner their meeting was being held in, she was ready to talk business even if her stomach was ready to talk food.
"I'll have the asian salad, with extra chicken, an extra cup of the dressing and no mandarin oranges please." She said casually. It was a fact most people forgot that Vincent was allergic to most citric fruits, Oranges, Lemons, Limes, she couldn't count the number of times she'd had to send a water back for fear of anaphylactic shock. She some times did risk a hint of lemon juice in hot tea, but she always regretted it later when her throat was swollen and her tongue felt hot.
Watching John she waited for him to order, all the while she took her datapad out of her bag and began to start up the holographic displays, preparing to share and send information to his own personal device.
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Post by Steel on Nov 13, 2012 5:07:03 GMT 1
Finally coming to a decision John admitted to the waiter, "I think I'll stick with these bread sticks and take a Cesar salad with a light Italian dressing, thank you." John pulled what looked like a large flexible band off his arm, flattened it, then stretched it on the two narrow ends until it was slightly larger. He then tapped twice on the lower left hand portion of the pad, turning on this personal device that his dad had made just for him.
He was amazed when his dad or mom made things for him. He made a small note to get something for them while here in New York. Looking up as still seeing the waiter, "For my entree, I'll have the Chicken Cordon Bleu with mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables." Then he took a sip of his water while he waited for the heiress of Stark Industries to order.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Nov 14, 2012 5:55:42 GMT 1
"Just the salad for me, Thanks." Vincent gave the waiter a tight lipped smile and handed over the menu to him.
She had to keep her figure girlish from now on, not only did she have literal second skin armor that showed off every curve- flattering or not, she was also sleeping with a god, who had the body of well, a god.
"So John, welcome to New York, I'm glad you came, it's not every day I meet some one who could potentially put me out of business." She teased of course, no one was putting Stark Industries out of business. The company had been in existence for 3 if not 4 generations of Starks including her self, and she wasn't about to let it go down the drain. The name Stark may actually legally end with her but the enterprise would always be up and running. "I hear a lot of good things out of metropolis about you, and I have to say I'm interested to hear more."
She noted his data pad with a tilt of her head and a business like smile. "Why don't you tell me a little about yourself."
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Post by Steel on Nov 15, 2012 22:25:59 GMT 1
John chuckled lightly at Vincent's statement about putting THE Stark Industries out of business. He knew it was impossible to do so... and he even said as much in reply, "Ms. Stark I would not even dare to do so. Besides, I wouldn't know where to start."
He had to admit that he was flattered that she had heard so much about him, but figured it made sense with all her techno organic do-dads and what-not.... he smiled when she asked him to share more about himself. "Well I'm not one to brag, but I am a pretty heavy hitter in the Metropolis area, next to those in Big Blu-- excuse me, I mean Superman's family. I started a small protection agency called Steelforce, where I offered my services as a security agent or body guard depending on the situation, and had the help of my uncle in operations with that. However, I've reached a point where I'd like to do more. The business has slowed down and I'm wanting to be a part of something bigger. I figure what better way than to get in contact with the best of the best."
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Post by Vincent Stark on Jan 28, 2013 4:38:59 GMT 1
Vincent listened carefully as Steel spoke. She knew this wasn't a meeting to do with Stark Industries from the moment she'd scheduled this lunch appointment, which was why she'd come ready to talk about the JLA, well as much as one could.
"And you want to sign up for the Justice League of Avengers?" She said using the full title for the first time in a very long time. She sipped her drink casually and watched his face for a moment before moving on to her next point.
"It's no secret that we've been going through some changes at the JLA, as well as puting more stock into the saftey and supervision of our offshoot teams. Perhaps you can give me a little more insight into how you, a security professional, can offer us more peace of mind for a team say ... " She placed her forfinger in a crook at her lips. "The Titans?"
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Post by Steel on Apr 6, 2013 13:25:35 GMT 1
John slightly shook his head... Safety? Supervision? Of the Titans? So it's come to this, huh? I wonder why she's asking about them... They have seemed to do OK so far. "As in the Young Titans? My parents were a part of the team at one time, surprisingly enough. While I am aware of a few of their members, I can honestly tell you that while I'm not entirely a fan of becoming a babysitter... They've been through a heck of a lot: almost losing members, MIA team leaders, even now they have no team leader, is that right? They are very capable young people, so why the concern for their safety now?" He smirked as he paused to take a sip of his Soder Cola, then continued. "Besides, the kids probably do need someone there that not only believes and trusts in them, but will help train and push them into being better. Maybe it is time for an extra set of eyes in house? I have only had a couple run-ins with "Bang-babies" or Meta-human teens just coming to their powers, not too many mutants, though I guess it would not bear much difference. However you want to spin it Ms. Stark, and don't tell my Uncle I said this, I hope that I can push and train them every bit as well as the old man has with me."
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