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Post by alyson on Feb 8, 2009 16:32:01 GMT -5
January 19
Level 5 was like the usual maximum security prisons for all the hardened criminals and this facility had been constructed to hold those specials which either had no control over their abilities and were dangerous to the general public or those that had taken to a life of crime by using their powers to steal, murder and otherwise break the laws of man. The corridors were empty, dimly lit as Alyson appeared in one of the many vacant corridors that doubled around and around. She glanced either way of herself and smirked, at least she knew a few things which would come in handed from the future she knew, like where she could find an all you could eat buffet of specials with powers she could take. It was probably not the best idea, teleporting into a secure area but what else could she do in order to find a simple load of powers waiting to be understood. Al slowly moved towards one of the glass windows and looked inside, seeing the occupant on a drip and it sent a shiver into her spine for a moment but it swiftly moved. She was ready to move when suddenly someone called out in her direction, soft but controlled in her authority as if Alyson was expected or something.
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Post by angela on Feb 10, 2009 1:06:10 GMT -5
Angela was just locking up her office to head to a meeting when she heard some movement not far away from her. She hadn't been expecting anybody, and the reason she knew that was because of the meeting she was about to go to. Unless Nathan or Peter had wanted to see her for something had couldn't wait.
She turned around and peered down the corridor and noticed a figure, slender, must belong to a young female she thought, and as she looked again she was right. It was a young female, but Angela didn't know who she was or what she would be doing here of all places. She then called out to her in usual voice.
"Can I help you Miss, I'm due to attend a meeting, I wasn't aware I was meeting anybody here today, unless I got my dates and times wrong" Angela said, looking at her with her eyebrow raised and giving the young woman her typical thin smile as she waited on a response from the stranger.
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Post by alyson on Feb 10, 2009 13:18:32 GMT -5
Alyson looked up at the very business like lady and immediately recognised who it was, she had heard the name plenty of times from her father’s research and now here she was in the flesh right before her. She turned her body fully to address the woman, Angela Petrelli with a controlled expression which gave little way about her. “You don’t get your dates mixed up Ms Petrelli.” The silence lasted only a moment as her boots slowly walked along the polished floor in the direct of the elder woman. She knew what this place was, she was surprised there was no security around here or that she hadn’t panicked immediately when Alyson was spotted. Al remembered, Angela had a lot of guts, control which even to this date no one had seen yet. “You’re a very organised person Angela and you know what they say about organised people don’t you?” Her feet strolled forward, her hands and arms at her side as she softly spoke without answering any question that had openly been asked. It was cold, she could feel the air going a little stale around her as the gap between the continued to shrink with one foot after the other.
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Post by angela on Feb 11, 2009 18:14:49 GMT -5
Angela watched the young female closely and with much attention, she wasn't sure about this young woman yet, and she wanted to make sure she wasn't going to make a wrong move. The female even mentioned Angela's name when she spoke like she knew her, yet Angela was sure she didn't know the young woman.
"Do I know you?" she asked when the young woman said she hadn't got her dates mixed up, although Angela didn't think she had, she was usually very well organised when it came to dates and meetings.
When the young female then said that she was a very organised woman and asked if she knew what happened to organised people Angela wasn't sure exactly where the girl was heading with this conversation. She shook her head but stood up straight and stared the girl down with her eyes not showing any emotion what so ever, and her voice cold and firm, "Are you threatening me Miss?" she asked, and continued to walk toward the young female.
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Post by alyson on Feb 11, 2009 18:36:27 GMT -5
Angela Petrelli was a name in history when it came to ‘specials’ and here she was in the flesh, standing with her body straight, her powerful aura strong and unwavering and yet under that persona was fear, she could almost taste it in the cold air around them. Alyson smirked, looking away for only a second and then back to Angela, “A threat? No Angela, this isn’t a threat, this is a step in history for us both because you see, I’ve seen the future, seen the world that Angela Petrelli helps to create.” Alyson strolled around the stationary business woman, her words soft, and her words honest as she toyed with the idea for a few moments and then just went with it. “In the future, Angela Petrelli is a name to remember…if….” She placed a fancy but in the sentence knowing that vanity and ego would come into play from Angela, she read the file, knew that Angela was a strong willed woman that almost always got what she wanted and curiosity wouldn’t allow the business woman to sweep this under the rug and forget about it. Alyson came to a stop back in front of Angela, eyes staring at eyes as she smiled, “if she makes the correct moves in the very near future, moves which if taken wrongly will result in her losing…to her husband” She had inserted the bait, turned up the heat without giving away anything about who she was and what she wanted. It was a little early to demand things in return for information but that was the goal even though she had a gift which would be useful.
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Post by angela on Feb 15, 2009 2:08:24 GMT -5
Angela kept her back straight and continued to stare this girl down. Angela wasn't impressed with her attitude at all and first impressions last she thought. When the girl began to talk about seeing a future that Angela had helped to create, that sparked Angela's interest. What sort of future had she helped to create she wondered.
"Okay you have my attention now" Angela said keeping her stance, eyebrow raised and her thin tight smile across her face, waiting to see what the girl was going to say next about this future.
Then she began to talk more, about moves and making the correct ones but if they were taken wrongly would result in her losing to her husband. So was this girl on her side or what she began to wonder. "You're saying I become a very important person by letting my husband win?" she asked sternly with an undertone of slight confusion. After all she knew Arthur was working on a cure to take out specials, and it wasn't just to cure them of their abilities, it killed them.
"I'm sorry, I cannot allow that to happen Miss, he must be stopped, not helped, do you understand?" Angela replied in a stern voice and now she was going to be late for her meeting. "Excuse me one moment" Angela said, as she walked away from the girl and called the man she was due to meet, and made her apologies saying she would be there as soon as possible.
She then turned back to the girl, "Now, where were we? Oh yes, I was telling you I am not going to be a part of letting my husband kill all specials" she said firmly.
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Post by alyson on Feb 15, 2009 8:48:27 GMT -5
Alyson sighed, her eyes almost rolling back as she found Angela’s intelligence to be rather taxing and not at all what the future details it as but then again; she was trying to apply her time period, that knowledge from the future into present day context which was never smart. She shook her head, “No, Arthur Petrelli needs to be stopped if the future I know is to come true, a future where mankind has Angela Petrelli to thank for evolutions next step forward.” It was dangling a hook; the bait in the hopes of this business woman that she knew to be cunning and devious in her work would take the bait and bit.
Her feet stopped a few yards away, her hands still at her side as she smirked, “You see, right now there is what chess players call a stale mate between yourself and your husband Angela and I hate to question your current tactics aren’t going to bring success. He is powerful, not even Peter can stop him now but I know how things play out, I know what needs to be done and I think you do as well Ms Petrelli” Al had seen the future, the power that it took to bring down Arthur Petrelli and really, Angela couldn’t rely on Peter or Nathan, they both had their own paths, she needed someone that had no connection to the family Petrelli, someone that could kill without feeling the remorse of such a deed and that wasn’t anyone currently employed or associated with the company. Truth was, Alyson didn’t care two beans about this, she was wiggling herself into a power struggle and it was the best place to be when things came to blow, plenty of abilities around.
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Post by angela on Feb 16, 2009 16:45:25 GMT -5
It would seem Angela had got the young girl wrong when she spoke of losing to her husband if she didn't make the right moves. She had thought that was what the young girl had wanted to happen. Angela stared her out some more, with a vacant smile and her eyebrow still raised as she tried to understand just exactly what this young girl was saying. She Angela Petrelli could become a name in the future if she won, if she stopped Arthur. Well wasn't that her plan with her team of specials anyway?
"Well, that makes a difference, you've certainly caught my attention now, but taking down my husband, was always the plan Miss, I have had a team of specials in place to help with this situation, so what do you think you have to say which will make any difference?" Angela questioned her.
Then the girl went on about tactics and Arthur being powerful as if Angela didn't know that already anyway, that she knew how things played out and that she knew what needed to be done and apparently so did Angela.
"Well of course I know what needs to be done, he needs to be killed" Angela said in a cold voice.
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Post by alyson on Feb 17, 2009 9:33:48 GMT -5
Alyson almost forgot about how stubborn Petrelli’s could be and especially Angela who wanted most of the glory to herself. She sighed, her feet carrying her passed Angela, walking around her, staring her down as she continued to talk. “I know what your plan is Angela, it sadly will fail because you fail to comprehend how powerful your husband has become. Not even the Haitian will be strong enough to hold Arthur for long enough. Let me break this down for you, you have a team of specials to combat your husband but he has a team as well and they aren’t afraid of hurting innocent people, they will use them like cannon fodder and you Angela will lose because of this.” Al strolled in a circle right around the operations head of The Company and she smirked softly in the corner of her mouth, eyes meeting Angela’s once again as she could see the interest, “You need someone like me to make this happen, to make history remember Angela Petrelli” Now the hook was dropped, would she take a bite at the monster inside Alyson or would she dismiss this off hand and probably toss her life away in the process? All it required was a yes and then Angela would have the advantage and if she was really smart, once this situation was resolved with Arthur then she could deal with monsters like Alyson.
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Post by angela on Feb 21, 2009 0:37:05 GMT -5
Angela sighed with a raised eyebrow as the girl went on once more about her plan failing and how Arthur's team would be worse, taking out innocent people who got in their way, and why she needed somebody stronger to help defeat him, and that was her. Angela wasn't convinced, the girl didn't scare her, but she knew she had an ability and a strong one. She could sense it.
When the girl stopped talking, Angela had to take in a deep breath and figure out what exactly this could mean for her. The girl was saying she was strong enough, which means she either had an ability of Arthur's league or Sylar's. Both abilities were very strong, and she certainly didn't have anybody on her team single handedly as strong as either of them.
For this reason, Angela found she might have to speak to this girl more.
"Alright, alright, what if I were to allow this atrocity to happen, you don't expect me to just let you run free knowing you have an ability which could match either Arthur or Sylar do you?" Angela challenged. If she agreed to this, then it would have to be on the proviso that either Alyson was locked up in level five afterward or she promised to leave innocent people alone. Either way, Angela wouldn't do it for no reason at all.
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Post by alyson on Feb 28, 2009 9:10:09 GMT -5
Alyson was playing a game of chance with her own freedom but truth was she had seen the future and wanted to make a few changed which would see her benefit and everyone else fall under her feet which involved manipulation of some powerful people which included the Petrelli’s. She knew that Angela had a strong intelligent, a woman that prided herself on doing what she thought was right even if it was clouded in darkness so this proposal was indeed something that would boar into that mind and make her think.
She strolled a few steps closer towards the older woman, her lips holding a grin as she continued to turn the screws, entice the main players in this game full of twists. “Of course not, that would defeat the whole purpose of this mission to take out two monsters. I’m suggesting that you allow me autonomy to take out your problems and then once I’ve done that, killed your husband and Sylar then….” Alyson softly caressed the cheek of Angela, showing her soft side, a side that she didn’t usually use but it could be the convincer, “we can change fate together” Things were running inside her mind, what she would do once she removed Sylar and Arthur Petrelli from the map but it all relied on what Angela said, did right now.
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Post by angela on Mar 5, 2009 6:10:23 GMT -5
Angela still wasn't scared by the young woman in front of her, but her actions and ways were very alike Sylar, and that unnerved her ever so slightly. Especially since Sylar had once looked upon her as some sort of surrogate mother. Angela didn't want the same thing happening with this young woman. If she allowed Arthur and Sylar to be killed, then she would have to make sure this girl was seen to. She couldn't be allowed to continue what the girl was proposing to stop in the first place. Of course she said she didn't expect to be let run free, so what did she expect.
As she explained more, Angela listened carefully, she was expecting free range to do what needed doing, that Angela could cope with as she didn't want to be associated with what the girl was planning to do, but the same point in it all remained, this girl was dangerous also and Angela couldn't let it rest, maybe for now, but not in the long run.
"Alright" Angela began slowly, giving the girl a cold stare, "I'll agree to let you do what you have to do to take Arthur and Sylar out of the equation, providing my name isn't mentioned, and that you are aware if you continue Sylar's monstrous ways, that I might have to come after you, another day" Angela finished, and as the girl stroked her cheek with her finger, Angela took it in her hand, "Just do what you have to do" she said as she then let go of the girl's hand.
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Post by alyson on Mar 21, 2009 8:55:19 GMT -5
Alyson had twisted the truth, bent reality into her own personal crusade when really the future was actually better for most, including Angela and her family. She watched as her hand was removed and discarded and Al smirked at that, the older woman obviously not interested in such bait but she did agree terms which was enough for Alyson to start.
She could tell that Angela was ready to move on, forget this conversation and act oblivious to anything that happened from here on in. Al reached out and took her hand, making sure she didn’t try to leave because she wasn’t quite finished just yet. “Ah not so fast Angela, you see I didn’t come here for your permission, I can do whatever I want without your help….what I did come here for is the same as what you gave him….”
It took a moment, Al allowing that to settle in before she then continued, “I need you to provide me with powers, enough to take him out, to beat down the beast….you understand?” Alyson had twisted facts and now was adding some terms, her requirements that she needed from Angela. It shouldn’t be so hard right, she had given one to Sylar.
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Post by angela on Mar 25, 2009 18:13:56 GMT -5
Angela was finished with this woman and this conversation, she was ready to walk away and get to the meeting she was already late for, but the woman spoke again, and took a hold of Angela's hand again, to which she looked up at her with a cold stare and a raised eyebrow, listening to her new threats.
What did she mean what she gave Sylar. She didn't give Sylar anything, he got all his powers on his own, she couldn't possibly begin to think what she was going on about now. Angela sighed. "I'm not exactly sure what you are referring to now dear, I didn't give Sylar his powers, he got them all by himself, you said yourself he's a monster, how do you think he got his powers?" Angela spoke in a cold voice.
She then went on about Angela giving her powers, enough to beat him down and did she understand. Oh Angela understood great powers were needed to beat down Sylar, but this woman whoever she was obviously had powers of her own, why would she want any more.
"Oh I understand alright, but I know you have a power, in fact you have the same power which turned Gabriel into the monster he is, so why would you need more?" she asked, keeping her voice steady and cold.
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