Bentley Wittman the 23rd (wiz_kid) wrote,
@ 2012-12-12 01:20:00

Test Scene
Bentley checked his hair in a mirror-- not that he needed to, oh yeah --and approached the office door. 'Central Park Mounted Police Pension Management'. Hm. Not the best codename for a mostly-secret office, but definitely not the worst. He rated it about 3.2 shaking fists on the Supervillain Potential scale. It's a very nuanced scale.

He opens the door with authority, smiling at the lady (or possibly gynoid, or hologram, he's not sure) at the desk closest to the door, and walking straight ahead. He sits down in the chair in front of the much better desk in the room and reclines.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm a man of brains and taste." He produces a business card and tosses it onto the desk. A holo-emitter beams up an image of his head partially obscured in a black cloak. The Imperial March starts playing, with maybe a hint or two of Duel of the Fates in the background.

"Bentley Wittman the 23rd. Super. Genius."

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shieldbratboy
2012-12-12 04:15 am UTC (link)

There is no look up. Not at first. There is a furious scribbling as the paperwork that is in front of him, and it looks almost as if the man in the chair is ignoring him.

Not really, but that business card is really distracting. After a few excruciating moments, Steve looks up, less enthralled and more...bored.

"Yes, yes, we got the paperwork from the Baxter Building you were coming. There were right about your...panache. I'd ask you to sit but you helped yourself."

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	wiz_kid 2012-12-12 04:20 am UTC (link)
	Bentley can't help but smile. It's a good genuine smile, breaking up the ones caked in bravado and ego for a few moments. "Glad to know my reputation precedes me. You see... I'm awesome." He points his thumbs at himself. "So, what can I do for SHIELD, you're probably getting ready to ask? The better question should be, 'What can SHIELD ask me to do for them?'" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	shieldbratboy 2012-12-12 04:23 am UTC (link)
	"..." Steve will just blink. "No. It was your paperwork that precedes you." There is some more penwork. "SHIELD is curious as to your capabilities in a number of fields, yes, but it is the same interest that most who proclaim themselves super-geniuses that are not of the 'bwa-ha-ha' variety." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	wiz_kid 2012-12-12 04:24 am UTC (link)
	"Hey, we're all entitled to a good 'bwa-ha-ha' every now and then. Perfect thing to go with crushing your enemies or riding a dinosaur." Ah... camping trips. Good times. Good times. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	shieldbratboy 2012-12-12 04:28 am UTC (link)
	"..." Get another Look, Bentley. "Yes, whenever there is any sauropod riding or enemy crushing is afoot there must be, but around here bwa-ha-ha-ing is usually left to people with thin twiddly mustaches or very large unwieldy headwear." There is a moments pause. "That means I get out the spray bottle if you start doing it in these tests." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	wiz_kid 2012-12-12 04:30 am UTC (link)
	The mention of mustaches and headgear gets Bentley to sit straight up and look very serious indeed. "Those things are not for me." Steve, you get a Look of your own now. Nyeah. "What kind of tests?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

shieldbratboy
2012-12-12 04:37 am UTC (link)

"Good. And as for the tests, it's a battery of practical SHIELD Field Materials test. Specifically, the SHIELD FT-101A, FT 107C, and FT-109D, which tests the capability of field agents to take standard materials and make them usable."

He will mentally not the Very Serious Look. That was obviously a trigger of some kind, and it was a standard spiel he normally gave to Type 7A Recruit Possibilities. Once noted, he stands up with a rather large stack of paperwork and moves towards a rather nondescript wall.

"If you'll follow me, Mister Wittman."

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	wiz_kid 2012-12-12 04:38 am UTC (link)
	"Sure thing, Agent C." Bentley gets to his feat casually, giving another glance to the potential lady, and follows along. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	shieldbratboy 2012-12-13 12:34 am UTC (link)
	There is a bit of the patented Coulson smile, that mix of bemused and shit-eating his father was known for. His walk up to the bare wall is uneventful, but he pulls a filing cabinet open and pulls a switches. The door the wall was hiding unlatched. It was simple and would fool most who tried to overanalyze it. "Go on in, Mr Wittman." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	wiz_kid 2012-12-13 02:10 am UTC (link)
	Bentley raised an eyebrow. Part of him wanted to throw a flash-bang through ahead of both of them, in case he was already being tested. He keeps it in check and proceeds normally, to start. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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