NationStates Jolt Archive

At Atrox International Airport, Agent Jezebel waited with obvious impatience. She had long and tightly braided black hair and wore a black outfit that seemed ripped from The Matrix. Her complexion and form suggested her as human, though her eyes told another story. They were a brilliant violet and they darted among the people leaving the airport.

“Where are these people? The message said this was urgent.” She sighed heavily and leaned against the black limo behind her. The car was the only thing that suggested why she was there. On its hood was the logo of a white sword and the words The Slayer Project.

“You the one I’m supposed to talk to about this?” Jezebel spun to see a man walk right through the limo. He wore a clean white cloak and a simple helm to hide his face. The rest of his clothes were also white and he held a letter. Jezebel grabbed her gun and he rolled his eyes. “Come on, we’ve been through this before. That’s not going to work.”

“Sir, you are under arrest for multiple charges of homicide-” Jezebel was cut off as the man in white began to read.

“Mr. Crusader, you have surfaced as someone with exceptional talent. We at The Slayer Project must ask for your help. Recent events has put Atrox City in considerable danger and we are short staffed. Should you choose to help, we will see about lessening the charges against you. Thank you for your time, Jacob Jennings.”

“He hired you? You’re one of the most wanted men in Atrox!”

“Obviously he recognized that I was on your side.”

There was a pause as Jezebel struggled for a reason to send the man away. “I thought you didn’t take orders.”

“I’ve got a personal reason for this.” Crusader’s eyes narrowed slightly. “So, where’s the rest of our merry band?”

“I was just wondering the same thing.” Jezebel returned her gaze to the airport.

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To whom it may concern,
A time comes when ordinary people must rise up and reclaim their world. I have written to you because now is such a time. If you are willing to answer the call, I will make it well worth your while. Meet my associate at the following address. She will be wearing a red dress.
Dr. Wolf
Gel read the letter one more time as she sat at a table in a smoky pub.

“Oh, it was red. Silly me,” with a thought, her tight blue dress turned a fiery crimson. It drew a few glances from some of the men at the bar, but they all knew who she worked for. She sipped from a glass of water, waiting.

ooc: I think you can figure out who meets with who, but just in case: all heroes will be meeting Jezebel at the airport, all villains will meet Gel at the pub. Here we go...

Niri entered a strange, noisy building. As she saw all the sights, things and people, her hyperactivity went into over-drive. She darted between stands, candy machines and people, in an almost whirlwind of activity.

As she moved, any cameras or security peoples would be likely to be having fits. As it was, it was causing Kra fits as the six legged cat struggled to keep up with her.

Seeing a cuteish, but lacking in tail, ears and wings, boy, she speed over. As she did, she noticed he was talking to a black haired, black coated, and purple eyed person. As she was in mid-air, Kra yelled at her over thier private link, but by then it was too late, even if she would have turned aside, and glomped the boy.

If I could, I would relive my life. Not as a Devil, but as someone... someone like you.
Oddler awoke, gasping, the dreams were getting stronger now. Where was he? why was he strapped to this chair?
"The captain is now beginning the decent into Atrox City." The voice on the intercom shook Oddler away from his reverie. Atrox City, one of the few places on this wretched continent Oddler could still travel to. "If you are continuing on to Pietas, please stay on board this aircraft, for your convenience. Connecting flights are as follows: Andapolice gate B38, Potens gate C7..."
Oddler blocked out the voice and turned his attention back to his dream. I'm sorry Bowie, I've failed you. I did not live my life at all like you did, she used me Bowie... please forgive me.
"Perfect gate D71, Walgreens gate A17, for those of you who wish to save Atrox City from evil, please meet Agent Jezebel outside the terminal, by the Black Limosine. If you are looking to wreak havoc on Atrox City, please disregard the previous instructions, and enjoy your stay."
Save Atrox City? Oddler thought, I won't fail you again Bowie

Oddler walked out of the Terminal carrying two suitcases. He found the black limosine and introduced himself.

The man grabbed the womans bag and ran as fast as his legs could carry him ignoring the distressed sreaming behind him. A clean steal, he chuckled to himself. After getting a distance between him and the scene he ducked into an alley to inspect his 'winnings'.

"Nice, very nice" He held up a necklace to the light.

"Why would you steal from those who have little?" The man heard a voice and span round, but there was noone there.

"Is it that you lack the qualities to steal from those better off?" There was that voice again!

"Who's there?!" The man shouted and stood up.

"Or maybe...." The hairs on the back of the mans neck stood up
"You enjoy the hunt....." The voice was right over his shoulder and he span round, but there was still noone there.

"Must be imagining things." He shook his head.

"Yes, tension can do that to you" This time when the man turned round there was a man in a white and grey costume and a grey hood.

"What is it, halloween?" The thief laughed

"Halloween- the time when the spirits of the other world come to haunt the living..." The costumed man appeared to be thinking
"Hmmm...apt...beasts...ghouls......and ghosts" The costumed man laughed a quiet laugh to himself.

"Shut up!" The thief jumped forwards swinging a punch, the appirant blocked with a forearm calmly and blocked the followup haymaker with no apparent effort.

"Violence is the last resort of anyone without the faculties to think of another way" Said the costumed man in the same tone as a teacher would to a student.

"Yea? Well try this for a faculty eh?" He pulled out a knife and waved it infront of him meanacingly.

"Oh my. Tell me, do you show it to women in bars to feel better?" The man stabbed quickly, and to his astonishment it passed right through the other mans side!
"The correct technique is up and under the ribcage to pierce the lungs and stomach" The costumed man pointed out. Again the thief thrusted with the blade with no result.

"Here, let me show you. When you face a man with a knife you simply-" The man dealt a roundhouse kick to the thiefs head knocking him down, then dealt him a blow on the chest with the flat of his hand that knocked the breath out of the man. He was left laying on the floor trying to regain his breath and balance.

"Oh for the days when the police did a worthwhile job" Ghost sighed after prodding the thief with a boot and handling the dorpped knife with disgust.

"Ah, in the immortal words of Sherlock Holmes, Man, or at least criminal man, has lost all enterprise and originality" He shook his head and stepped out of the alley. This was not too unusual exept for the fact he did it through a brick wall.

"Madamn" He gestured to the alley where the bag was laying next to the incapacitated thief

"I believe what lies in that alley belongs to you. And I do not mean the sputtering dreg of society." He bowed and calmly walked away through a wall on the other side of the street.
And now I'm late for an appointment He thought to himself

The Baron entered the laboratory where he found, as usual, Dr. Wolf. "How's the evil coming along today Dr. Wolf?" Not entirely understanding the response, he continued "Er, sounds great. Here," he said, laying a stack of bills on the desk, "Go buy yourself some more money. I'm going to head over to the pub and check on Gel."

In the garage, The Baron had a number of keys to select from off of a large pegged board. After some time, he made a decision. Grabbing a set of keys he jumped into an old Chevy 2500, and revved the diesel engine. Class is nice and all, but sometimes a man loves the raw power from a solid pick-up truck. The garage doors in front of him opened and he took to the streets, taking, rather than a direct route to the pub, a more scenic tour through the suburbs. Over the roar of the diesel engine he could hear children laughing as they played in their yards. Childrens laughter, just like the children who laughed at him for being an orphan in elementary. Just like the children who laughed at him for being from Matakarma. Just like the laughter of all the children killed by that madman when he destroyed the great nation. The Baron couldn't handle it. Screaming, he slammed his foot down on the gas as a brightly colored ball bounced across the road in front of him. His eyes saw met the girl's and his foot pressed harder on the pedal. With a resounding wu-thump it was over. Children's laughter was replaced by the sound of Mothers screaming, and his own screams were replaced with childlike laughter as he sped on his way.

OOC: Considering that I am your financial backer, I took the liberty of already knowing you.

[Key in BGM: Those Chosen by the Planet (http://premium1.uploadit.org/BetaVerisonX//Chosen.rmi)]

A figure entered the smoky pub, shrouded in a dark pitch black hooded robe. The person's hands were hidden within the robe, and the hood was pulled up so that the shadow it cast hid the wearer's face. Few looked up at the figure, and those that did, looked away, seemingly compelled by something undescribable to look away and forgot they even saw the figure enter.

The black Robed Figure glanced around the pub, its eyes scanning each person one by one, until finally settling on Gel in her bright red dress. The figure moved to her table, and parted the robe just enough to drop a disc-like object on the table. Upon impact, it played an audio recording of Dr. Wolf's message, although it didn't seem like the impact itself triggered the playback, but rather something else triggered it. "For future references, I am anything but ordinary..." The woman within the robe spoke, hissing the word 'ordinary' like it left an unsavory taste in her mouth.

She pulled back her hood, revealing her short black hair and black furred catears. Her eyes were yellow with tinges of red around the edges, and her pupils were cat-like slits. Her RIT-4 Body armor was slightly visible now, as she took a seat across from Gel. "I take it there will be others." The Sith said it as a statement, rather then a question. "I shall withhold my questions until they arrive then..."


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As the super-hyperactive Niri glomped Crusader, a chuckle sounded from someone to their left. With both hands in his pockets, a man in a yellow jacket with black sleeves and black cargo pants strolled up to the trio, a Katana in it's sheathe hanging over his left shoulder, held in place by what appears to be a fishing wire going to his left pant pocket. (The wire is connected to his bracelet, and the other end is connected to the sheathe.)

He smiles at Niri and Crusader, "You two must be good friends." He then looks towards Jezebe, "And you, my lovely lady, must be the contact I was told to meet. I am Tommi, but you can call me the White Lotus." He held out his hand towards her in what seems to be a completely gentlemanly fanshion, where she would place her hands on his and he would kiss the top of her hand...

The Alleyway

In the rain, Cylaen sat in the corner of an alley. 'the same dream again, always the same dream!' For the past couple of nights he has dreamed of falling from the sky into an abyss in the middle of the city. Dark and deep the chasm runs into his heart. the city that killed his parents. the city that killed his children. the city that killed his love. the city that killed his hope. the city, he has never seen... except in his dreams. Every night Cylaen wakes up with his wings in pain, as if they have been broken, and tries to see with his eyes the city that his mind torment's him with.

Another shot. Another scream. That is the fifth one tonight. probably another murder, they happen so often. Footsteps. 'He picked the wrong alley to run away in.' on his feet cylaen stands in the middle of the alley as the footsteps get louder. Then from the darkness a man appears and stops running. He raises a gun.

"Out of my way, old man. Unless you want to die."

Cylaen does not move. “You have already taken one soul today, knave. I will not be your second.”

The man took aim, “Yes you will.”

As the bullet left the chamber, Cylaen sighed and drew his broadsword off his back and placed it in front of him as a shield. The bullet deflected off the blade and struck the murderer in the shoulder. He fell to the ground and dropped his gun. The rain continued to pour from the heavens while Cylaen stood over the unholy knave. From under his robes, he stretched his wings to the sky as he towered over the twisted figure on the ground.

The figure begged. “Please, don’t kill me…”

Cylaen’s black eye’s glowed with vengeance. “An eye for an eye. And I, the holy hammer of the gods, sent to inflict justice on the wicked.”


“…have mercy.”

“In this world…” Cylaen thrust his sword through the man’s chest, splitting his heart in two and plunging two feet into the concrete street. “…there is no mercy…” He withdrew his sword. “…knave.”

Blood continued to drip from the sword as Cylaen sheathed it. He folded his wings back into his robe and drew a letter from within to read again. Crumpling it and throwing it into the wind he said, “they want a savior? They will get a messiah.”
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Cylaen walked into the terminal, blood still dripping from his sheath, and spotted a group out of the matrix and the Medieval Kingdoms VI video game. He walked over to them. “So, is this who we got to save the world?”



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The Pub


“Bar keep! Another shot of Everclear, put it on my tab.” Kevlyn swiveled in the bar stool and turned to Gel. He pulled his sunglasses away from his eyes so he could see her better. “So, you weren’t late after all. Just hiding on me huh? Nice trick. Not many can hide from me” He pushed his glasses back on (the light seemed to hurt his eyes) and downed the just-poured shot and nodded to the bartender for another one. Kev turned back to Gel “the name’s Shadow, Security Systems Specialist Extraordinaire. I’m an old… um… friend of the Baron’s. It’s good to see we got some lady folk on our side,” he downed the new shot, “I was afraid that it was going to be a sausage fest. HA!” Here he reached over the counter and took the bottle of everclear and began to take swigs from it. After an odd glance from Gel he looked down at the bottle and then back at her and smiled. “Never work a job on an empty stomach, I always say. A philosophy that hasn’t failed me for 19 years. Live by it.” He finished the bottle. “so where are the others?”

As the super-hyperactive Niri glomped Crusader, a chuckle sounded from someone to their left. With both hands in his pockets, a man in a yellow jacket with black sleeves and black cargo pants strolled up to the trio, a Katana in it's sheathe hanging over his left shoulder, held in place by what appears to be a fishing wire going to his left pant pocket. (The wire is connected to his bracelet, and the other end is connected to the sheathe.)

He smiles at Niri and Crusader, "You two must be good friends." He then looks towards Jezebe, "And you, my lovely lady, must be the contact I was told to meet. I am Tommi, but you can call me the White Lotus." He held out his hand towards her in what seems to be a completely gentlemanly fanshion, where she would place her hands on his and he would kiss the top of her hand...
She looked up, and saw another cuteish guy, and leaving the man she'd glomped, she lunged at at this new one, who called himself Tommi. She had a high tendency to glomp anyone or anything cute, regardless of form or gender.

Meanwhile Kra had caught up with her odd, six-legged gait and in a nearly human gesture shook her head at Niri's wild, and by most cultures standards, wildly inappropriate actions. Fortunately Niri hadn't had a chance to sample Earth coffee, or highly sugar based products, otherwise they'd be lucky to find a building standing in a ten mile radius.

Tommi's precognition kicked in, as he envisioned within his mind Niri glomping him, and at the angle he was to her, the glomp would have most certainly injuried him. Reacting as his vision came true and Niri lunged at him, Tommi twisted his body, abandoning his attempt at pervving up to Jezebel.

As Niri made contact with Tommi, he threw up a telekinetic bubble between himself and the ground, which cushioned the fall as both he and her went down for the count. "Aye! It's not like I don't like the attenation, and believe me, I wish more girls were like you..." He paused a minute to form a mental vision of Jezebel glomping him in such a manner. He lingered on the thought for a few minutes longer...

.. If Jezebel was the type particuarly sensative to when people thought about her, she'd probably get a feeling like someone just walked on her grave...

Tommi snapped out of his self induced vision, and tilted his head at the creature on top of him. "So, you going to tell me your name, or should I make one up?"

Hearing the question, Niri looked up at Tommi, and began speaking, her words flowing so fast it was hard to understand. "ImNiriAsarithisisKrawherearewewhatsthatandthiswhatswhitelotuswhyareyouherethisisKra." As she spoke, her tail was clasped in Kra's mouth and she began pulling Niri off of Tommi.

Even as she finished speaking, she was eyeing another person for a glomp attack, trying to decide if she was cute enought.

Tommi blinked very rapidly, rubbing the back of his neck as he stood to his feet. "Well, you got spunk, that much I'll admit. But, can't understand a word you're saying. Ah well." He then noticed the six-legged lion-like creature with the first one. "Hmmm... That can't be natural..."

With a flick of his wrist, he brought his thrown Katana back to himself, hanging it once again over his shoulder.

"Would Oddler Nitesi please report to your destiny. It is waiting for you outside, by a black limo." The loudspeaker was getting too personal for Oddler's liking. How do they know all this about me? Why do they tell everyone? Oddler stepped into the Bathroom to change. He removed his armor and cape from one suitcase, and his large scimitar from the other. Donning them, he placed his travel clothes into the smaller suitcase, that into the larger suitcase, and left all that in the bathroom. He walked outside to see Niri, Tommi, Jezebel, the crusader, and a massive 6-legged cat together in a group. He also noticed Loki aproaching from the other side of the vehicle. He observed Niri's actions with intense interest. The bouncy one reminded him of something, but he could not quite put his finger on what.
Oddler grabbed his temples as the searing pain returned once more. "Come on Oddler," giggled the girl, "I have so much you need to see. Hurry up!" Four years ago, That's who she reminded him of. Mitula had been so full of life. Always energetic and always happy. Then, another vision. "Promise me Oddler!" The girl in his arms demanded. "Promise me you'll avenge my death! Say you will kill him!"
"No, Mitula, I will not avenge you, for you will not die today." But nothing he could do could save her. She died before he could even tell her how he felt. He did avenge her, or so he thought. The pain continued, and with it, a third vision. "Thank you Oddler." The voice made him jump, he was standing over Trent's body. Mitula had been avenged, but there she was, and he wasn't halucinating this time. "You have done what I couldn't." She put her arms around him, in a warm embrace. "I knew there was a reason I chose you."
"But, how? You're dead!" Oddler arched his back as the knife sank in.
"Foolish Oddler, you have handed me Matakarma! At last Benin can rest." Oddler looked at her in horror, coughing up blood. "Ah poor Oddler, you see, I am really quite evil." She smiled, sweetly, "I'm sorry it has to end like this. Goodbye Oddler." He could remember no more. After that, everything turned black. Everything except the fires.
He stopped, now is not the time for memories, the loudspeaker said my destiny awaits, and if Bowie wants me here, than here I shall stay, no more of the past! He walked up to the group of assorted good-doers, smiled, and said "Hello, I am Odd-Eye, I hear you're looking for help."

Ghost sat on the roof of the terminal across the runway to the terminal the group were meeting in and spun a few scews in the air with one hand idley.
"How odd, and they say that the heroes today are becoming cliche'." He looked over the group again, he wasn't suprised the passers by were not paying much attension, they could pass off at a comic book store as fans.
"Nevertheless, alloys are stronger" He reasoned to himself. "And for every one of them, there is another of polar opposite." He sat back reflectivley and sent the screws flying off the side one by one with a flick of a finger.
"When the call is upon you it is not time to complain about the contract. Let us see where it leads shall we" Ghost stood up and walked down passing through the roof.

Tommi blinked very rapidly, rubbing the back of his neck as he stood to his feet. "Well, you got spunk, that much I'll admit. But, can't understand a word you're saying. Ah well." He then noticed the six-legged lion-like creature with the first one. "Hmmm... That can't be natural..."

With a flick of his wrist, he brought his thrown Katana back to himself, hanging it once again over his shoulder.
Kra gave Tommi a look that said quite plainly, 'Who are you calling unnatural.'

Kra also laid down on top of Niri, to prevent her from tormenting other innocent passerbys.

Heroes:
"Now, now," Cylaen said as he aproached, "it's going to be hard to save the world if we're all trying to eat each other." He drew his sword and stuck it into the pavement to lean on and turned to looked at odd-eye. Noticing his scar he said, "well... it at least looks like one of us had a good night last night. yes, help is something this city needs alot of. here's the question: are we the ones to do the helping?" Now turning to Jezzebel he said, "what an odd group of misfits you got together for whatever little 'quest' you have in store for us, isn't it?"

ooc: when i say sword in reference to Cylaen, think 'Cloud Strife.' or atleast that class of blade

It seemed the meaning of Kra's face was lost on Tommi, as he only responded with "Such a cute cat..." as she/he/it/them sat on Niri, seemingly as an effort to keep the creature still for more then a nano-second.

Tommi then nodded slowly towards Cylaen as he arrived and said his dues about their group. "Then again, you know what they say about men who carry big swords...." He shrugged, the hilt of his Katana gently bouncing on his shoulder. It was unclear weither Tommi was purposely trying to start something with Cylaen, or if he was joshing for the sake of joshing...

Seeing the new arrival, Niri squirmed out from under Kra, and proceeded to Glomp the newest arrival.
Kra meanwhile began sniffing each of the people, starting with Jezebel, and going to the others. She then laid down, knowing the futility of trying to restrain Niri.

A building in The Slums

"Givvuzz the stuff boss....pleease...."

"Sirrr....."

"Aaaace...."

The pushers stood a respectable distance from the black-and-white clad character who owned them - their allegiance, through supplying the drugs with which they begged a living, their bodies, through highly addictive drugs that only he could provide, and their souls, through the things he had led them to do, through their unswerving dedication to the man, no, he was beyond a "man", that they saw as their Saviour. The superhuman that they saw as being the one to lead them from their pathetic existence and into wealth and glory.

He glanced at their pleading faces, amused. Normally, he supplied the specific drugs that they needed - not the same single substance, but he knew what each required and the quantities - on time and in good order. But sometimes, like now, he waited. He let them see the depth of their need in him, lest they try to seek out others to lead them.

"I have....something new, something....glorious."

He watched desperation turn to anticipation, curiosity, greed. The need for their addiction was still present, but he knew well the unnatural abilities of his voice.

"Cut it into your usual drugs, it will further our cause. No more than one part in twenty, evenly distrubuted across the other substances and across the City."

The shadowed figure nodded to one of his Seconds. The pushers gathered here would be druglords in any other city, controlling the movements of vast quantities of illegal substances. In Atrox, they served him. In Atrox, he owned the drug trade and so owned the downtrodden. By controlling the pimps and pushers, and by showing a facade of kindness to those who served him, word got around. The poor and downtrodden flocked in ever larger groups to hear his "sermons", to swear allegiance to the Diamond symbol, eager to be part of his plans, and even those who did not indulge in the illegal substances he traded in served him - for he was generous to those who served him well. Each of these, relatively, powerful men served him and each controlled a small section of the Trade in the City, breaking it down into small, easily manipulated sections.

The Second nodded back and handed out small packets of a blue power, the sealed plastic packets bearing the Diamond that was his symbol in this dark underworld of the City. Once the pushers had taken the new drug - one that had no particular side-effects save to enhance existing addictions - he passed around the various drugs they needed to keep their own addictions in check. He gave them further instructions and watched them leave.

"Boss? This arrived for you."

A black-gloved hand took the envelope, a slender chain slid from around a finger and sliced it open before removing the contents.

"How...interesting. Gather a few men, I'm going for a walk."

The Chained Ace strode from the room.

Public House

A pair of bruisers pushed open the door, the two of them looking around the room before taking a table near the door. Then a figure in a trenchcoat walked out, the closed garment concealing his clothing just as a broad-rimmed hat shadowed his face. Once inside, the Chained Ace removed coat and hat, passing them to one of the three buisers who followed after him. One of them, better dressed than the others, gestured to the other two with him and they took up position by the door with crossed arms - noone would be leaving to inform law enforcement of their leader's presence. The well dressed one placed coat and hat on the table with the other two bruisers before taking up position behind and to the left of the one whose Diamond symbol had been found sprayed across the city by youths eager to demonstrate their loyalty.

He did not dissapoint his reputation...tall and lithely muscled his dark, tight fitting clothing seemed almost to suck in light, while the diamonds emblazed upon it gleamed like mother-of-peal. Chains were wrapped across his body at the waist, neck, shins and arms, with a myriad of smaller chains criss-crossing everywhere, and all were moving and shifting. Mirrored shades looked around the room as some of the patrons touched hand to forehead in respect.

A finger clicked, and the well dressed bruiser immediately went to the bar, ordering a single round of drinks for the men that the Ace had brought with him - not enough to slow reaction, but enough to keep them happy, and as a smaller reminder that the Ace rewarded those who served him.

Mirrored shades turned to Gel, his voice melodious and pleasant to the ear.

"Mind if I take a seat?"

Heroes:

Cylaen flexed his wings to usher off the giant demon. His pitch black eyes seemed to glow with an unholy rage. Catching himself, he folded his wings back into his robe and ajusted it to cover then. Although no one could see his eyes, he glanced at Tommi and yanked his sword out of the pavement and sheathed it.


Villans:

After finishing his bottle, Kevlyn smashed it on the ground and reached back over the counter to picked up a bottle of imported russian vodka. "Well well well," he said as he uncapped the bottle. "It seems that the Doc attracts some very prominant members of society." He took a sip and nodded to the men at the door. "Evning Gentelmen," he raised his bottle to them. "Cheers."

ooc: I’ve redone Crusader’s appearance. Think the leper king from Kingdom of Heaven (http://www.voanews.com/english/images/kingdom_of_heaven_scene_king_baldwin_210.jpg), minus the mask, with one of these (http://www.knightsedge.com/armor/greek-corinthian-helm-8224g.jpg) on.
IC:
At The Airport
“Crack team they’ve assembled...” Crusader spoke, his throaty voice reminding Jezebel exactly why he unnerved her so much. Seeming to sense her discomfort, he looked her straight in the eyes. “Wish they weren’t quite so... touchy.”

Jezebel quickly turned her attention to the rest of the group, something about that man was unnatural. “Niri, White Lotus, Cylaen and Odd-Eye.” She smiled, “So glad you all could make it. We’re still waiting for two more: Angel and Ghost-” She spotted Ghost approaching from across the street. “Make that one.”

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The Pub
“Don’t complain to me, I didn’t write the message,” Gel replied to the cat lady. She looked over at the Chained Ace and smiled a thin slime. “If you must.” She stood up and addressed the entire group. “My boss will be very pleased that you all have come. We will wait a little while longer for our last friend.”

The Pub:

Kev swivled back around in his bar stool to sleep on the counter. "Fine. Just wake me when he get's here." He held the vodka close so no one would steal it. Kev stole so often that he was always over protective of what little he owned: the clothes on his back, the two daggers he had smithed himself and, of course, his sunglasses.

The soft hum of a saxaphone could be heard from the entrance of the pub. A tall man entered, dressed in a fully white outfit, an expensive looking tux. Dark round sunglasses covered his eyes, and his black hair was wildly sticking out at odd angles. He looked like a true rythm and blues cat, slowly blowing on his shiny instrument. The only detail that seperated him from the average musician was the large pistol hanging from his belt holster.

"Sorry I'm late. I was...Held up." The man offered only a small apology as he neared the group and took his sax out of his mouth. "The name is J.A.Z.Z."

The Pub:

Kevlyn stirred at the sound of music and slumped up in his stool. Still half alseep, he eyed the new comer. Taking another swig of booze he said, "Great... my nap was interupted by the King of Mardi Gras." He dropped his second finished bottle to the floor to join the first in pieces and stretched. "We got Dark Cat-Lady over here next to Mr. Drug Lord and Party-Time Joe coming in through the door. Guess it's gona be a long night." Kev yawned. He had never been very good at making friends, but then again, he had never needed them. Only their money. "Okay Miss Red-Dress/Blue-Dress. Since we're all here, what's the Doc got instore for us this lovely smog covered evening?"

Heroes:

Cylaen flexed his wings to usher off the giant demon. His pitch black eyes seemed to glow with an unholy rage. Catching himself, he folded his wings back into his robe and ajusted it to cover then. Although no one could see his eyes, he glanced at Tommi and yanked his sword out of the pavement and sheathed it.

Niri's tail twitched, prompting her to pounce on Kra's tail. Kra, knowing the game, began keeping her tail out of Niri's reach for Niri to pounce on.

ooc: Since you didn't answer ooc

The Baron pushed open the doors to the pub. Quickly taking note of the bruisers guarding the entrance, he strode over to the bar, near where the group was assembled. "Black Irish," he told the Bartender, and while his drink was being mixed he turned to Gel. "Sorry I'm late, I guess you could say I ran into a little trouble on the way here." The look in his eyes was unsettling. "So what exactly are the plans here, beyond, of course, causing general suffering."
Before she could answer, his drink came, he said cheers to the kid next to him. As Kevlyn raised his glass [bottle?] in response, their eyes met. "Hey! I know you, you're that punk kid who broke my security system last April!" He noticed that Kevlyn was starting to shy away and said "No, I'm not angry, don't worry, 's only money. Actually, I want to commend you. What you did to that security guard, oh man that was fantastic his family is in complete shambles over it. Pure suffering, beautiful work man. Hey Gel, this kid has to join! Everyone meet the best damn 'Security Systems Specialist' in the world! Cheers!"

"HA! That was a fun night. Cheers. I've been working on all sides. Whoever will foot the food bill, you know? HA! No, i guess you don't. I've pulled a few jobs for you through your underlings. You know John Parker? I ran the garage security team durring the car smuggeling job he pulled about six months back." Kev turnned to Ace. "Speaking of footing the bill, crate 15 of shipment... oh what was it... 22657? I think that was it. Anyway, it bought me lunch last Thursday. So thank you."

The Pub

Darth Visas withheld her opinoin of the rest of the group. Needless to say, she didn't plan on having any of them over for dinner, ever. But, she'd hear what this Dr. Wolf wanted with her. She nodded very business like towards the Baron. "I agree with him. I do wish to know our employer's exact intentions."

Off-handedly, she commented on the situation between the Baron and Kev.(Kev stealing something from the Baron) "Had it been me, he'd have been dead long ago. Money is only money, but there are standards to uphold, lessons in pain to be taught, and fear to be wrought. Weakness is death."

Not at all trying to 'fit in' with the latest trend that seems to be going around her group, Darth Visas felt out with the Force, then used it to pick up someone else's drink and brought it to herself, idling swirling the red liquid within as she concentrated momentarily to remove the memory of the person having ever ordered the drink she was now enjoying.

It's good to be evil. :D

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Airport

Tommi ignored Cylaan for now, but mentally noted to keep an eye on him, in case he tried something fishy in the future.

He glanced towards Jezebel. "So Angel's.... A chick, right?" She WILL have long blonde hair, huge melons, a backyard that doesn't quit, and legs that go ALL THE WAY UP! Mentally, he willed Angel to be one of his MANY dream girls.

It's good to be perverted. :D

Ghost politley coughed from behind them where he has passed through the wall.
"Good evening er...for lack of a better word...gentlemen." His masked face was impassive as he glanced among the group
"I followed this" He tossed the letter down at the feet of Jezabel
"I assume this is the right band of loitering heroes? Or did I make a wrong turn"

ooc: I'm really sorry, guys, but I have become swamped. I'm jugling homework, two RPs, a play, and applying for college. I'm going to have to drop this, however I do really want to do it. So, here's the deal: when things calm down in a month or so I'll restart this. In the mean time, I'll use my limited free time to do some serious plot work. When I redo "Atrox" it will be better, stronger, faster than it was before. And I'll be sure to telegram all of you. Again, really sorry about this...

ooc: You're forgiven. RL always has preferance over NS.

ooc: You're forgiven. RL always has preferance over NS.

What happens if you're Max Barry?

Woaaa....zen....