Noah Bennet
;; Call me Noah.

My history with Specials is complicated. Stay out of my way and don't hurt anyone with your ability, or someone with an ability, and we'll get along just fine.

But lay a finger on my Claire-Bear and you'll never see the light of day again.

Nice meeting you. ;;

RP blog with the Its A Brave New World RPG
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Here’s the Deal || Noah & Rebecca || V7 W1 || Monday Morning

fbiagentscott:

Becca walked in and closed the door behind her out of habit before taking one of the seats. “Rebecca Scott.” she answered, holding out her hand for him. “I’m an FBI agent. And I’ve heard a lot about you, mister Bennet.” May was well get straight to the point, right? That was usually the best way to go about these things.

"Anyway, I’m just gonna cut to the chase here. Don’t worry, I’m not just here to investigate the school, though that is part of my mission.” she started, leaning back in the chair. “I do have an ability that I’d like to learn more about, but there is one thing which I’m going to be investigating while being undercover on your school.”

She gave him a tight smile. “My parents were murdered and though I don’t want to blame specials for it, their murders were pretty damn suspicious and I just want to see if anyone around here can give me information. It’s a kill two birds with one stone kind of deal. I get the information I’m looking for, hopefully, and learn about what I can do.”

He raised an eyebrow and shook her offered hand. Immediately suspicious, his outward demeanor did not change. “FBI?” He asked curiously before she fully explained her intentions. Noah mirrored her and sat in his own chair as she spoke, cocking his head as he considered whether she was telling the whole truth or not.

For all that she was laying out up-front, he thought it more likely that she was. Too much extra trouble for a spying investigation. “If I hear you correctly, then, you want to run your official investigation alongside your personal one and would like my authorization, to keep your bosses from finding out about this unofficial side project.”

Noah pursed his lips. “I understand the FBI’s need to keep an eye on us. Truthfully, I am surprised they did not try the second this school opened.” He paused a moment. “If you have an ability then you must know that the actions or inactions of one cannot stereotype all. If a special killed your parents, all here would want to help if they could.”

"You and I can possibly reach an… agreement, about your presence on this campus. However, I will need the assurance that you will not seek a witch hunt. You are like the many kids on this campus," he spread his hands slightly, in gesture. "We will help you if we can. I hope the same sentiment can be returned…. We are not criminals."

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Here’s the Deal || Noah & Rebecca || V7 W1 || Monday Morning

fbiagentscott:

Becca grabbed her suit case and threw it in the truck of her car, letting out a nervous huff. She’d heard lots of different things about the school and specials in general. Her own people, ones she knew nothing about. Maybe being undercover would be even better than just finding out who killed her parents. She could learn about her ability more, which was part of the plan anyway, and about specials.

"Stop being nervous. You’re an FBI agent. You don’t get nervous." she grumbled to herself, getting int he driver seat and heading towards Petrelli. The plan was to talk to Noah Bennet first and let him in on her mission. Whether or not he accepted what she was there for, Becca wasn’t going anywhere. Her superior had said he’d been thinking of sending someone to the school undercover anyway, so she’d just stay to find out what was going on.

About 30 minutes later, most of which was spent in traffic, she pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. “This place is kinda huge for a school.” she mumbled to herself, a slightly impressed look on her face as Becca walked to one of the main buildings and grabbed a map. She found his office on it and within a few moments, knocked on his door.

Noah went about his usual routine that day. His stitches and staples had been taken out two weeks ago but every morning he still checked them in the mirror, noting the small scars that stayed after the bruises faded. For the hundredth time, he cursed Albert and Flash and Robert’s persistence on patience, even while he agreed with it.

He was in his school office earlier than most others that worked on campus, coffee cup in hand, and proceeded to bury his head in work for the next hour. Noah had resurfaced for a break of going through his long list of emails and was in that state when someone knocked on the door. 

"Come in," he called. When the unknown woman walked in, he smiled in greeting and stood. "Good morning. And who are you?"

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Writing Challenge #7

Noah spent most of the past month recovering from his wounds (courtesy of Albert). He has spoken with Peter somewhat more, regarding Fortis matters, but still only in a professional manner. He has spent the majority of his time with Claude and Fortis on the search for Claire, but his recovery has left him with little opportunity for hands-on searching.

It is for the best, though, as he has become more firm in his role as headmaster of the School. He and Tracy have also continued their friendship. 

Noah’s mood is still quite pessimistic but his hope in finding Claire has not wavered, and nor has his determination to protect the School and Specials. If anything, those have grown stronger.

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An Overdue Consultation || Robert & Noah || V6 W6 || Saturday Afternoon

secretsheldoraverage:

"As far as I know," He said, standing up. 

"Six feet under." He shrugged, "If he is lucky. But our mutual friend, and I mean the one responsible for killing him, could have been possibly in a bad mood— No probably."  

"At any rate, he is no longer an issue. Our attention must now turn to Godfrey." Hopefully this would be as simple as the other, even if that were just wishful thinking. Something Robert seemed to be doing often now, almost alarmingly so. 

"I will be seeing you Noah Bennet."

Noah continued to frown, frustration and questions abundantly clear in his expression as he was unable to hide them at the moment. But it was also clear that Robert would give him nothing more, keeping any additional information he had close to the chest.

If he did have anything. 

This might be a rare instance where the all seeing man knew nothing more that what he presented.

He did not say goodbye, simply watching as Robert walked out, thoughts rolling over what Robert had given him and what he would now face possibly sharing with Claude, when the man came back later.

[CLOSED]

(Source: manwithhornrimmedglasses)

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phoenixbennet:

"I know, but it’s just weird, okay?"

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"…Her worshipping you isn’t weird."

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phoenixbennet:

"Dad, I don’t even know if I can have kids. But whatever. Fine. Where is she?"

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"Promise not to try…. for a long long time."

He held up the baby carrier. “It’s not a chore, Claire, it’s your baby sister. And she adores you.”

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phoenixbennet:

"Umm…seriously."

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"Yes seriously."

"It can be training for when you’re a parent."

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phoenixbennet:

"…oh…"

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"Yeah."

"…How do you feel about babysitting?"