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nextgenerationmarvel2013-10-11 10:39 pm
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Marcelo Jaoquim Alencar da Silva had been bothering the doctors to clear him for doing a press conference ever since he got the toll the Purifier attack had cost him. The damage to his business and building didn't even make him bat an eye. The loss of life among his employees drove him into a quiet, determined shell. Foremost on his mind was getting his own word out.
The doctors finally relented on letting him join one of their daily press conferences to the media since the attack on Veridian. He hoped his presence speaking would renew the press at this point. He wanted attention on what had happened.
After making sure copies of security footage was safely in the Brazilian embassy in Washington DC and the consulate in New York, he requested a pair of pants. He might not get to wear a shirt and have to be wheeled to the press conference in a wheel chair, but he was going to do it in pants.
At the appointed time in the afternoon, he was wheeled down to the media room where a table had been set up. A couple doctors were there, too, to give updates on the other patients. He had worked it out so he started the press conference.
Marcelo adjusted his medical gown a bit. Then he leaned slightly toward the mic. He winced ever so slightly when the motion pulled on his wound. He might have been paler than normal, but he wasn't sure anyone would notice.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen," he started levelly. He fought internally to keep himself calm.
"As you know a few days ago, a group of men in powered armor and one raving lunatic attacked my offices of Veridian Dynamics.
"Nineteen hard-working employees were killed in coldblood.
"Eighteen of us are still here for medical treatment. Which does not include the twenty-seven of my employees that had been treated and released.
"Law enforcement agencies are continuing to investigate. I expect an updated report shortly." He paused slightly to drum up the words that came next.
"I condemn this attack, this terrorist attack by Vargas and the Purifiers, in the strongest possible terms. They came into a workplace and opened fire on innocent people because I do not condone or support their viewpoint. They killed people because I refused to discriminate." He glanced at several cameras pointed at him.
"I give my deepest condolences and sympathies to the victims and families of those killed. I honor their service and bravery. From the toughest member of security to," his voice caught. He blinked away the tears the next words caused. "To the sweetest of secretaries. All of them were amazing people taken too soon by malice.
"I would also like to thank the X-Men, who showed up to help distract and contain those Purifiers so the death toll would not be higher."
With his bit said, he let the doctors take over the medical updates. He hoped the incoming questions weren't too hard. He was not on pain meds until he went back to his hospital room. He needed to be as clear-headed as possible.
The doctors finally relented on letting him join one of their daily press conferences to the media since the attack on Veridian. He hoped his presence speaking would renew the press at this point. He wanted attention on what had happened.
After making sure copies of security footage was safely in the Brazilian embassy in Washington DC and the consulate in New York, he requested a pair of pants. He might not get to wear a shirt and have to be wheeled to the press conference in a wheel chair, but he was going to do it in pants.
At the appointed time in the afternoon, he was wheeled down to the media room where a table had been set up. A couple doctors were there, too, to give updates on the other patients. He had worked it out so he started the press conference.
Marcelo adjusted his medical gown a bit. Then he leaned slightly toward the mic. He winced ever so slightly when the motion pulled on his wound. He might have been paler than normal, but he wasn't sure anyone would notice.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen," he started levelly. He fought internally to keep himself calm.
"As you know a few days ago, a group of men in powered armor and one raving lunatic attacked my offices of Veridian Dynamics.
"Nineteen hard-working employees were killed in coldblood.
"Eighteen of us are still here for medical treatment. Which does not include the twenty-seven of my employees that had been treated and released.
"Law enforcement agencies are continuing to investigate. I expect an updated report shortly." He paused slightly to drum up the words that came next.
"I condemn this attack, this terrorist attack by Vargas and the Purifiers, in the strongest possible terms. They came into a workplace and opened fire on innocent people because I do not condone or support their viewpoint. They killed people because I refused to discriminate." He glanced at several cameras pointed at him.
"I give my deepest condolences and sympathies to the victims and families of those killed. I honor their service and bravery. From the toughest member of security to," his voice caught. He blinked away the tears the next words caused. "To the sweetest of secretaries. All of them were amazing people taken too soon by malice.
"I would also like to thank the X-Men, who showed up to help distract and contain those Purifiers so the death toll would not be higher."
With his bit said, he let the doctors take over the medical updates. He hoped the incoming questions weren't too hard. He was not on pain meds until he went back to his hospital room. He needed to be as clear-headed as possible.
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Money came in quickly and Alexander felt like he was accomplishing something that his godhood had no part of. He enjoyed his work and looked forward to coming in on a daily basis. Ironically, now that he had things to share the people in his life were scarce.
Roxanne was busy. Joe was on some sort of mission for the human authorities he worked for and Alexander hadn't heard from Brooke in some time. The last one was disheartening even though Alex did not lack for female company.
During a rare moment of introspection, Alexander turned on the television to find out what was going on in the world and caught the end of the press conference. He saw Marcelo, injured and discussing an attack on his offices. Alex remembered reading something about that in the paper a few days ago...
well, Marcelo was Stephanie's lover. Stephanie was Brooke's friend. Alexander was Brooke's...friend. He picked up his phone.
"I'm leaving the office for the rest of the day. I'll be back in the morning." he told his assistant. He hung up the phone and stared at the television for another moment and vanished.
He reappeared outside Marcelo's hospital room and knocked on the door.
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