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Post by JESS¿ on Apr 7, 2013 0:15:18 GMT -8
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This is where you will find the area between the main entrance and the dance floor. It is also where Mr. Lexington will be making his main announcement at midnight. Those in this area have either arrived late, dancing to the live music being played or just standing around and mingling. The only strange thing about the dance floor is that there is a large square object in the middle which is covered my a black sheet. The boxed area is large, about the size of a van. This must be the surprise Mr. Lexington has for everyone, yet no one is allowed near it. Guards are posted around the object, keeping everyone away from it. | [cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;]
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Have some fun start making a posting order, Destiny will post randomly when it hits midnight in character.
The names below list the characters allowing in this thread,
Posting Order, Moose Lola Basher Nolan Shiloh Lukas Madeleine Destiny
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LUKAS MADELEINE
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Apr 7, 2013 22:00:33 GMT -8
It was always so nice when the person you were paid to kill sent an invite right to you.
So trusting, these rich fatcats. Though to be fair, Vasha had planted a few 'suggestions' with friends, and Lukas' feigned status of the only son of a corporation head that was supposedly military funded (military grade weapon & supply procurement, hah), so it was easy enough to assure he got one. After all, what wealthy man in his right mind would give up showing off to another wealthy man to show how much more successful he was? None, as had been previously proven over and over in the past with the assassin's setup. And being as the job relied heavily on infiltration, Lukas was spearheading the project – but this was a big deal with a big client, so most Libertine members had been put on this.
Which meant he had sniper support outside in the form of Rayna should anything go truly awry, Venedict on standby down the street tapped into security from their van, and in a rare twist Nolan was his ground backup at the party. He supposed the family heads thought it was funny to give them a challenge. Especially since they'd been ordered 'no wires' – security would catch them, so they were essentially running deaf and relying on instinct and good judgment. He doubted 'teamwork' was the goal – each of them worked alone most the time, save for himself and Rayna, and that's because he was babysitting her – no, it was a test on how to think on their feet.
'Could have picked a less risky target to test it on' he thought with mild irritation, eyes moving across the crowd from his spot leaning against a wall of the huge room. He eyed the guards around the roped off object in particular – this was going to be a pain in the ass. He hoped they dispersed when their lovely hot showed up – it would make this a whole lot easier. 'It'd also be nice if I didn't have to wear something that could impair my aim' he lamented, readjusting the simplistic black mask that was hiding his face. Yeah, lot of good that did – not like the bright red that covered ¾ of his head and the last ¼ blonde didn't make him stick out like a sore thumb already. Lukas wasn't the best shot to begin with – he wasn't terrible, but it wasn't his strongest point...so the mask could be a bit risky.
'But noooo. We have to adhere to the bullshit dress code.' Well, he did have a few things he was sure the dress code didn't allow – like the derringer at his heel and knife held in his inner sleeve bu his watch, or the silenced pistol tucked into the inside of his suit with a holster that slung around his shoulder and torso. There was an extra switchblade tucked into his inner pocket to boot – the element of surprise was an underestimated one. It hadn't been too hard to smuggle the weapons in – a daughter of one of the higher end information brokers worked with the catering service that was hired, and surprise, that box didn't have the hors d'oeuvres, but the assassin's full arsenal. Naturally that had been his first stop when he'd arrived about an hour ago.
Now here he was, armed to the teeth and almost blending in with the high end crowd (somewhat – he had gotten a lot of stares because of his hair...he was glad Venedict wasn't in his ear at that point because the asshole would have been laughing) as he lingered in the ballroom, avoiding the enthusiasm of the dancers all around by lingering to the side, not far from his backup. He'd never been on a job with the dark-haired man before, nor had he interacted with him a whole lot, so he honestly wasn't terribly sure what to expect from him. Nevertheless, he sidled up to Nolan, lips quirked a bit and decided to test his sense of humor. He stood close enough so that he could be heard over the music but spoke low enough so eavesdroppers couldn't catch his words too easily.
“You know I'm used to my date to these sort of outings to be a little shorter and a little blonder. Just so you know if you wanna dance I still expect to lead, even if you have a few inches on me.” His tone was teasing and his mouth toyed at a smirk, an unseen eyebrow raising at the other assassin as he tilted his chin up to look at the taller man to make his point.
TAG: Dem event hoes ● NOTES: Senri, you weren’t on to ask...roll with it.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Apr 8, 2013 5:36:53 GMT -8
tagged: group one. date: may 2nd, just before midnight. notes: notes. It seemed like several times a week, Moose found himself feeling terribly out of place. This time, though, he doubted he'd ever top the feeling of being out of place. Everyone in the mansion was wealthy. Wealthy and generally at least semi-famous. Most of them were wearing outfits that were worth more money than he was likely to see in the rest of his life, and all of them seemed smooth and confident.
Moose was not smooth and confident, although to his credit, he did look it. After managing the mini-starlet so well, he'd managed to get a second job. It wasn't as if there were enough bodyguards in the city to handle a party like the one at the mansion without hiring extras. The security really only mattered on the outside--on the inside, they served to keep people away from the big box, and those who weren't assigned to the specific locations were simply there to look imposing and stop any trouble before it started.
When it came to looking imposing, Moose was the clear winner. Most tall men looked at least semi-imposing in a suit, but few (if any at all) were going to look as imposing as Moose did that very moment. For one, he was taller than the rest, standing six foot eight even. For another, he was bigger--easily three hundred pounds, he was built like a particularly muscular linebacker. One look at him would tell most people he could probably turn them into a human pretzel. Just in case his size wasn't quite intimidating enough, a scar ran across his nose, looking all too like it was stitched together by someone with significantly less experience than your average doctor.
His size did have one distinct downside--his suit did not fit. It wasn't even technically his suit, being on loan from someone who would not even be considered a friend (more of a business acquaintance), and that person was of a much different shape than Moose was. That man was more tubby than muscular, meaning the suit's stomach was loose, the shoulders were too tight, and the suit itself was an inch or two short.
Of course, most people wouldn't notice that, being too distracted by his size, but Moose did. Moose knew that his suit didn't fit, that he didn't fit. It wasn't even midnight yet and he was already desperate to leave. There had been no fights in the ballroom where he was posted, and he sincerely doubted there would be. After all, of all the rooms, this one had the most guards, considering how many had been assigned to guard the big box. He was the only guard in the room not explicitly guarding it, and that meant he had to keep his eyes moving around the area, even while he physically kept to the edges. Of all the people in the room, he lacked a mask, preferring to keep his face clear. Plus, it made it more obvious he was intended as a guard, not a partygoer.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2013 19:28:17 GMT -8
So light it up up up Just light it up up up [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] I ' M O N F I R E !
A pair of black, shiny leather heels gently clicked across the ballroom floor. It was merely background music to the loud amounts of chatting, dancing, and of course, the music that was being played through discreet speakers. Every so often the so many piece band would actually play, but Lola wasn't really paying them that much attention.
The black dress she had on swayed around her knees as she walked, her eyes scanning the crowd. Her sister's fiancee had been given a pair of golden tickets, thanks to his family's very rich status in life and in society. A week before this little shindig though, the both of them had come down with the flu. Her sister had been asking after her for three days for her to attend, and yesterday she'd finally said yes. One of the tickets she had used to get in, and as for the other, well...
Her sister had set her up on a blind date.
The twenty-six year old wasn't interested, really, but her sister rarely, if ever, asked her to do anything. Lola felt like she could entertain her sister's ideals at least for one night. The only thing her sister /hadn't/ told her though was what her supposed date was supposed to be wearing. The travel agent sighed through her nose as she drank her flute of champagne and then set it on a passing server's tray. Her large clutch around her wrist held her essentials; a small can of mace (in case this date really did turn out to be horrible or barbaric), bobby pins, her phone and thin wallet, lipstick, a medium can of hairspray, a pocket sewing kit and a lighter. Girl scouts had corrupted her, because the sewing kit and lighter were for stitches, and who knew what would happen on the dance floor.
With the champagne bubbling in her system, she adjusted the mask on her face and accidentally bumped into someone, that someone being Moose. "Oh, excuse me."
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Post by NOLAN SHILOH on Apr 11, 2013 18:46:43 GMT -8
A hand came up to nimbly adjust the intricately designed mask that rested atop the bridge of his nose, his lips a taut, lopsided smirk. The same hand moved down, toying with the black bowtie that seemed all too natural on Nolan’s lean build, before casually flicking at the hair that cascaded down his back. The buzz of gossip embraced his ears. Nolan stood amongst the rich—the filthy stinking rich—with the hand finally stopping on his waist, the male’s weight shifted onto one leg. The ballroom seemed to shiver under his careful scrutiny.
He was glad to be cordially invited to the party—he always loved to be one of those at the news-making events, giving him a chance to radiate sunshine and show off his flamboyancy, particularly to the younger ladies who took a shine to him. A witty remark and a sly smirk was usually all it took to gain their attention—it helped that their brains were usually the size of a grape. It was almost too easy to get in on the gossip, information-gathering becoming more of a sport or a hobby rather than a job. He kept an eye out for possible victims to his cunning seduction.
He looked down at his suit, peering through his mask that slightly obscured his vision, much to his displeasure. It was a customized tuxedo, tailored to his dimensions, fitted rather snugly but loosened enough for him to hide his trusty Dual Magnums, skillfully hidden, holstered around his waist and ready for action. He was at complete ease with them there, their presence supplying him with a certain comfort that couldn’t be evoked with any other type of gun. They were his babies. His gaze moved upwards, acknowledging the fedora that tended to be with him wherever he went. If he was going to do something, he was going to do it with style.
If there was anything important to note, it was definitely going to be that out-of-place, large square object sitting placidly, smack dab in the middle of the dance floor. Pairs floated past it, some eyeing the draped mystery warily, and others with profound interest. However, nobody made any moves to uncover it, warded away by the intimidating guards that seemed to sneer at anybody who dared to come near.
He was apparently working with the Lukas Madeleine, an opportunity that rarely presented itself. Either he was purposefully elusive, or they just never came across chance meetings, because they hadn’t talked much—the most he knew about him was his rather calm disposition and the fact that he got along rather well with Rayna.
The said red-haired male approached Nolan, a smirk decorating his visage. On reflex, Nolan cocked an eyebrow, listening in as Lukas tested his sense of humor. “In other words, you’re asking me to dance with you. I’m honored,” he replied in the same tone, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. If Lukas was going to play the alpha male, by all means—he was mainly back-up, anyway.
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LUKAS MADELEINE
Fire Kingdom
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Fire away, fire away
Posts: 106
MINI INFO - GENDER: Male
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 05/30/1985
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Mafia Assassin
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Apr 12, 2013 22:10:07 GMT -8
“Oh you wish. You gotta buy me dinner first – and maybe a few drinks - before I'll make an idiot of myself on the dance floor.” Idiot being an exaggeration, really – he knew how the dance, but he only really used it as a tool to blend in or charm someone, neither of which he felt a need for at the moment. “Don't get me wrong, the tall, dark, and silent thing – I'd totally go for it. But it's like an initiation - Ray had to do it too. All the free food and drinks here sorta defeats that, though. Gonna have to get creative at convincing me.” he added tilting his head in the direction of one of the servers toting around trays of wine to make his point about the freebies. His eyes never left the dark-haired male, though, happy to distract himself teasing someone so he could forget his head looked the color of a fruity mixed drink.
Typically, he wasn't quite so blatant about his teasing when it came to men – he'd learned years ago some men disliked any hint of being found attractive by other men (the incident in question having ended with a black eye, bloody lip, and on the fly cover story when the cops were called for Lukas and his passed out 'friends' disturbing the peace), and treading carefully was the best bet. With Nolan, though, he had the assurance that both of them were far too professional for this to devolve into anything unmanageable, at least – added to his laid back reaction to the initial dancing comment, of course.
He supposed blatantly hitting on his backup was actually a bit less than professional, but that was Lukas – it was the game he played on every infiltration job, really. It was his charm. He supposed he was a tad too accustomed to having Rayna, whom he played cat and mouse with as the two pretended to be a very happy couple. Old habits and all that. He'd consider it 'breaking in the newbie' except Nolan wasn't a newbie – he'd just been working in a different areas than most of them. 'Hence why I will never understand why they put us all on the same job.' he mused to himself, still not sure if all this crap was worth all the trouble. He was actually a little bit insulted – normally he would get this sorta job, and at most be ordered to take Rayna as covering fire if shit hit the fa, but this...what, did they have no faith in him?
'Nah. They're probably just dicking about with us.' He may have obediently followed where the family heads pointed, but that didn't mean he liked all of them. Though to be fair he had actually been assigned as the frontline man for the job by Kravec himself, whom he got on with quite well, so that was something to consider.
TAG: Dem event hoes.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Apr 13, 2013 20:02:33 GMT -8
tagged: group one. date: may 2nd, just before midnight. notes: notes. It took a whole lot of skill for someone to manage to not immediately notice Moose. People still did, at times, manage to bump into him, but those times were few and far between. They were so few and far between that Moose really didn't watch for it. He didn't have a very good sense of his surroundings. Most people had personal bubbles, and got upset if you violated them. Moose had no such thing. Really, unless you physically ran into him, he wasn't going to be at all bothered by someone being extremely close to him. If someone tried to play the 'I'm not touching you' mind game with him, Moose simply shrugged it off without the slightest concern. It really didn't bother him at all.
Well, it didn't bother him until people physically ran into him, which tended to raise eyebrows no matter who you were. Moose turned, staring down at the patch of red hair. Realistically, that was his first impression of most people--their hair. Standing at six foot eight, he was generally at least half a foot taller than people. With the average woman, the only thing he'd see that close was the top of their head. This case was no different, and he took a moment before stepping back to get a better look. Party goer. Black and white mask and dress. Simple enough.
Even so, he was on the job. So he was going to have to be formal and polite, so he cleared his throat and looked down at the girl, attempting to look pleasant. All things considered, it wasn't a very good job--he still looked imposing as all hell.
"Not a problem." Really--it wasn't as if she hurt him or anything. If he'd gotten upset over every bump, he'd likely still have been in jail. "You find everything alright?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2013 13:41:47 GMT -8
So light it up up up Just light it up up up [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] I ' M O N F I R E !
The champagne in Lola's glass splashed onto her hand. Lola frowned a little bit, turning to take a step back and see just who she'd bumped into. Her eyes looked up a bit and was met with a broad chest. She looked a little further up, and saw shoulders. Finally, once she had tilted her head a good degree back, she saw Moose's face.
... Alright then. Lola had seen some tall folks, especially in the game of basketball, but never this close. The medium sized woman blinked for a moment as she sized up his face. The scar was different, and she felt almost bad for him. People didn't get scars like that on accident, he must've had it rough. "I've found everything with relative ease, except perhaps for my date this evening." One hand reached for the dip of her dress just at her breasts and she pulled out a small, white hankerchief and started dabbing at her hand. It was hopelessly old fashioned, but it did the trick and was more graceful than just licking the spilt champagne off of her hand and fingers.
"Again, I apologize, I didn't mean to bump into you." The scar didn't overly bother her as she looked back up to his face. It was different, and she knew she wouldn't forget his face for awhile, if ever. "Are you working the party or did you forget your mask?"
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Post by NOLAN SHILOH on Apr 22, 2013 18:18:33 GMT -8
TAG; Event peeps. NOTES; It's short but I seriously had to get a post up.
Nolan breathed out a theatric sigh. “You, my friend, drive a hard bargain. I bet my chances will get better if I manage to get you drowning in the wine they serve here,” he commented, rolling his eyes. As if on cue, a waiter dressed in fine garments sauntered past with careless grace. On the tips of his outstretched fingers, he dexterously balanced a silver tray carrying two wine glasses filled to the brim. Nolan helped himself, swiftly snatching a glass and handling it with the gentleness one would to a delicate newborn child. He took a pompous sip.
Detaching himself from the chipper exchange for a few moments, his eyes landed once more on the mysterious draped object, its powerful aura enough to draw his gaze to it. It was definitely going to be an important asset to the party, considering how it had to be guarded by more than one person. He mildly wondered if it was going to affect his job. A gut instinct told him that it would, big time.
A rather large and imposing man towered over a petite woman with a lithe figure and lush red hair that reminded Nolan of apples. They seemed to be having a brief conversation—the sight was amusing, or, at least, to Nolan it was.
Another waiter shuffled past, giving Nolan the opportunity to place the wine glass back on the moving silver tray without so much as disturbing a speck of dust. He turned to Lukas, a tight-lipped smile playing at his lips. “So, what do you make of that big secret sitting smack dab in the middle of the ballroom?” There was a somewhat formal note attached to his tone, as was conventional when he took his job seriously.
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LUKAS MADELEINE
Fire Kingdom
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Apr 25, 2013 6:43:08 GMT -8
Earpiece or not, why did he feel like he could hear Rayna sighing in his ear for the display the two of them carried on with. Sadly it did nothing to give him pause. Sometimes he was glad they were given free range on jobs and weren't monitored constantly – he had a feeling he wouldn't be one of the class favorites anymore due to 'unorthodox methods'. Well, except for Vasha, who would definitely approve – Lukas had inherited a fair few of his habits and mannerisms. Hey, methods or not, results were what spoke loudest, at least, so after that initial trial when he was still a kid, he was given free reign...had yet to rebel or get caught or anything. Sure he'd accidentally caused fingers to be pointed at the Russians once or twice but everyone had one of those...was easy enough to dodge. The argument for unorthodox methods was successfully reigned in when Nolan steered the direction towards their job, however, so he played good boy and followed that part of the conversation, eyes settled on the object of Nolan (and many others') attention.
“Personally, I'm hoping it's loud and incredibly distracting. I do love a good disturbance when no one is expecting it.” The irony of the vague statement was not lost on him, as that was what the two were there for – as well as the two outside. The statement was carefully worded enough where if anyone did hear them, nothing could really be suspected from it – nothing solid, anyhow. “Apparently it's a big deal, though, since that's why we're all here.” 'Well, why everyone else is here. It was just a brilliantly-timed excuse for us. Then again maybe whatever that thing is is why someone is paying enough for a fortune to cover all of our base fees and then some.' The thought had occurred to him before – maybe someone had been racing to get whatever this thing was at the same time and Maximilian McGoldplatedPants beat them to it, and they got their panties in a wad. Ah, good 'ol high class posturing...it got them so much damn business.
“Sadly in reality, it's probably really dull, and we'll all go home a little disappointed and talking about how good the free food was because that was the highlight of the night.” he said finally, his voice teetering between sounding legitimately disappointed and exaggerated acting of the emotion – the latter of which being the truer inflection but Lukas was always paranoid – just enough to convince anyone who heard him he meant it, but enough amused inflection for Nolan to hear how little he believed what he said. Hey, who between the four of them wanted to talk about the food when they were getting paid and would get to see the amusing reactions to tomorrow's news? He certainly knew he wouldn't be.
TAG: Dem event hoes.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Apr 25, 2013 11:03:23 GMT -8
tagged: group one. date: may 2nd, just before midnight. notes: notes. Moose did not have experience with women. It wasn't a choice he'd made or anything--prison just had relatively few females. The prison population itself was entirely male, and female guards were few and far between. While they were just as capable as any male guard, they got far more heckling, and it was just easier to have male guards at a male prison and female guards at a female prison. So when the woman reached down, fingers dipping into her cleavage, Moose was even more out of his element then he normally was. Someone with class would probably have averted their eyes, tastefully looking away.
Moose did not, quite unable to tear his eyes away as the woman dabbed at her hand. Good god, dresses were going to be the death of him, weren't they? The woman finally speaking was enough to snap him out of it, eyes flicking up to the top of her head, rather then the much lower angle they'd been at before as he cleared his throat, trying to regain what little composure he'd had.
"Uh, no. Didn't forget. I'm on duty." He said with a little shrug. Right. On duty. "Supposed to be keeping an eye out and making sure everything is good." The host wasn't actually expecting anything to go wrong, but there were always little issues. No matter where you were--prison or a high end party--people were people, and they'd always make trouble.
"So you liking it?" Probably not as eloquently worded as what he should have said, but it got the point across--was she having fun? Did she enjoy it? No incidents to be aware of?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2013 17:48:33 GMT -8
TAGGED: Stage 1 TIME: Stage 1 NOTES: Bewbs
Lola was the type of person who had a laid back personality. While some women would have been completely indignant that a man was staring at their chests, possibly splashing champagne in their faces in the meanwhile, Lola was probably the exact opposite. She didn't mind it so much. She wasn't the type of person to flaunt it for sexuality, so that wasn't her reason. Her reason was more of a logical one.
They stuck out. That's what chests on women did. They were round, they stuck out, and balanced out their shape. Lola lifted an eyebrow at Moose when the stare became too long and shrugged it off. He wasn't leering, per say, it was just a distraction. She'd pulled out the hanker chief, but she decided to keep it in her hand instead of tucking it back in until she left Moose's company.
"Everything's fine. I'm actually looking for my date, but I've no idea what he looks like." It didn't bother her in the slightest bit either as she smiled to herself. "What's behind the large sheet?"
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Post by DESTINY on Apr 30, 2013 20:10:10 GMT -8
Destiny had not expected to lose such control over one of it's very own creatures. Maybe this was why Fate liked to play with Elementals and weak-willed humans, maybe, just maybe if Destiny had done the same it would not be stuck in such a mess. The Impedio Society was one thing, but when normal humans start capturing its creatures then Destiny was convinced that something was very wrong. Now there was not much that Destiny could do to destroy the creature without sending it into a rage or pulling suspicion to itself. That was until the man who had captured Destiny's creature decided to put it on display. Well then, if that was how things were going to be then it was time that Destiny play a little game of its own.
With careful interference Destiny made sure that certain humans, ones with power and connection to the pass kingdoms, would get these invites as well. Feeling that all would be taken care of Destiny left, this problem was no longer Destiny's, no, it was now a test for the more interesting humans. Once Destiny was finally a fair distance away the large creature, who had only been quite because of Destiny finally took this chance to move. Just slightly at first, checking to make sure that its body was back in his control. He had been awakened from a long sleep, longer then he could remember. Destiny thought that it could control him, but even after years of slumber, Destiny could not control what once controlled many. First he needed to escape these bars of steel, and then rain his armies upon these soft, weak creatures that thought they had control over him.
Meanwhile, Mr. Maximilian Lexington III was off having a heated discussion with his son, who he had invited over just to show the brat how a real man does business. Mr. Lexington had made it a big deal to get everyone who was anyone out for his big event, today he would show everyone how amazing he really was. Money was never a problem for the many, he could buy anything he wanted without much trouble. Where his real love lied was with big game hunting. Today he was going to show off a hunt that he had brought back, from the great Himalayan mountains. His entrance was announced by the silence of music and a personal trumpet players, as if he was royalty.
Mr. Lexington was handed a microphone to speak into and stood up on a grand staircase. The man cleared his throat and then spoke when given the cue by a few camera men. The camera crew was there to broadcast the announcement throughout all of the grand estate without the guest needing to worry about missing the announcement from the grand ballroom. "Welcome all, I see that everyone is having a wonderful time enjoying drink and dance, but if I could have a just a moment of your attention." He used his hand to point in the direction he wanted everyone's eyes to follow. That large square cage, the one that was not only guarded but covered.
"As some of you may know I am a man who loves to test his skills of the hunt verses wild and dangerous creatures. Today I share with you my greatest catch, an unknown animal that I have found and tamed." With that said a few guards too a hold of the fabric that covered the cages and pulled the sheet away. Bars of steel held the creature inside at bay. It was large, the size of a cargo van, it was covered in a black exoskeleton, with red lines across it's body in odd patterns. Six blade like arms, sharp and solid, no eyes but a large mouth with razor sharp fangs. Its body is bulky, no soft underbelly, and no legs to speak of.
The large "bug" moved his head slowly, as if he was looking around the room. Mr. Lexington laughed as gasp of fear and shock could be heard around the room. "Nothing to fear, it is held by strong bars and given a steady dose of sedatives." There was only one small problem, a problem Mr. Lexington did not notice. The sedatives were losing their effect, even now this creature's body was adjusting, learning.
Silence broke out across then room when chuckling was heard and it was not Mr. Lexington. "Really now, to think that you could keep me trapped like some pet. Magnus dux potestate et furor, a pleasure I am sure. I believe now would be a fair enough time to release me." Magnus was interrupted by one of the guards who quickly pulled out his gun and shot, no less then three feet away from the cage at Magnus. The three bullets that left his gun shattered against his shell. "Or not, I will let myself out." Magnus extended his six sickle like arms are cut through the bars like butter freeing himself and causing a panic among the crowd.
His took his time, allowing some of the luckier humans to run away, though he knew that they would not get far from his armies. Jaws opened and piercing screech filled the room. He was calling them, setting rage into the hearts of his followers. Creatures that he controlled would soon show up to feed. Doors locked themselves and a solid black barrier block all exits. He hooked one arm into the ribcage of one of the guarding men and ripped into skin and bone. He then took the pieces and ate the man whole.
Mr. Lexington took this as a distraction to run away and grabbed two guards with him as he headed for a secret exit behind the grand staircase. Unknown to the man, Magnus had already placed his barrier inside that exit as well. Nothing was missed by the bug, he did not see with eyes, but he could still still see everything as clear as day.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on May 5, 2013 14:28:03 GMT -8
tagged: group one. date: may 2nd, just before midnight. notes: notes. She was looking for her date? Moose was vaguely aware of 'dating', but the details escaped him. Obviously her date was a person, but if she didn't even know what he looked like, there wasn't a whole hell of a lot that he could actually do to help her. It just wasn't an option for him--what was he going to do, wander away from his work in order to help some lady find someone she couldn't even identify?
Her second question was pretty much expected--everyone wanted to know what was under the sheet, even him. He had not the slightest clue, and he opened his mouth to answer where there was the sound of someone clearing their throat coming from the speakers. He gave the woman a quick glance and a little nod.
"I imagine that'll answer your question." He responded, turning towards the man who was his 'boss' for the night, waiting to see what was under the sheet.
When the old man said something about 'unknown animal', Moose was thinking tiger. A lion. Maybe a bear. He was not expecting some ridiculously large bug, but then he also didn't find it terribly strange. After all, Moose knew relatively little about animals that existed outside of California, having never been to a zoo or really been taught much about it, and there were far weirder things then a massive bug. After all, things such as the platypus existed, which would have absolutely blown Moose's mind.
At least, he thought it was normal enough until it spoke. Even Moose was well aware that animals weren't supposed to talk, and his eyesbrows went up, staring in confusion. Nope, absolutely was not supposed to talk.
Moose wasn't stunned into silence until the giant bug started murdering things. No, the moment the gun came out he was right into action. Guns were bad. He knew guns, even if he'd never used them. He knew what they did, and how dangerous they were, and that things had already gone terribly, horribly wrong.
He turned to the woman he had been with, his close and first priority. The boss had plenty of men with him--and he wasn't Moose's concern. The guests were. "You need to go." He said, pointing towards a door that wasn't a door anymore--just a black wall of something. Alright, well, she could still try and go.
People were starting to scream, but he could still hear the sound of someone being ripped through. He knew the sound of a knife into flesh, and the sound was certainly similar, only a prison shanking wasn't generally followed by alarming chewing noises.
All things considered, Moose wasn't really thinking about what was happening. He was operating on instinct, the sort of thing that you learned when you had to deal with riots and shankings and revenge in prison. He turned back to the bug, hands going out in front of him--pretty much universal body language for 'look, I don't have a gun or a knife'--although he wasn't quite sure that universal body language worked with talking creatures that didn't posses hands.
"Woah there, no need for this." Good god, was that a leg sticking out of it's mouth? Yes, yes it was.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2013 9:36:54 GMT -8
TAGGED: Stage 1 TIME: Stage 1 NOTES: Yippee kai yay motherf*ckers
The grand opening was now, and she turned with Moose to look at the sheet and the man who had invited them here tonight. The speech was rather boring, in her opinion, so she waited and watched the sheet. What she wasn't expecting was a huge and giant bug. Not just a bug, but a Men in Black space cockroach bug. The glass Lola had in her hand shook as she took a very quick, hasty step backwards. It was HUGE! How could anyone expect a bug hating woman to be /okay/ with something like that? Gritting her teeth, Lola eyed the monstrosity and mentally started to count. Anything could be looked at objectively - she'd seen swarms of roaches in the apartment complex she used to live in with her aunt -- THAT had been terrifying and disgusting.
This... was probably a genetically modified something, and shouldn't have been tampered with in the first place. It was like Jurassic Park - they kept making things that should have been left unmade.
Just as Lola had calmed down enough to look at the thing objectively, it started to /talk/. The glass in her hands slipped and fell to the floor, her mouth parting in shock as she stared. "It's talking, why is it talking?" It was barely a whisper, but the moment it started talking, all hell broke loose. It's scythe went through the bars of it's cage and it released itself and people made made dashes for the doors to escape. 'You need to go.' That was all it took before Lola was following the crowd towards a door - at least, it was a door a second ago.
"I have to get out! I can't stay here! I have to LIVE!" A hysterical man beat on the black wall and turned, slamming into Lola to run for another exit. Lola fell and winced a bit as people stepped on her before she hit their legs with her hands. Maybe it was fate, or grand design, but something wet dripped onto her shoulder. She paused and looked at the blood, and then looked up. The hysterical man was skewered right where she had been not moments before, writhing in agony before it was pulled back towards a bug and eaten. Lola's eyes went wide as the breath left her and she heard a sickening crunch. Someone in the crowd emptied their stomach in the corner and she managed to scramble back up to her feet.
It was eating people. Lola looked at the bug, the huge bug, and then at Moose, who had his hands up in a gesture of peace. "Get away from it!" Lola's voice was a shrieking shout and she looked around for something to defend herself with. People had scrambled, had fallen over themselves and other people, and broken the pretty furniture around them in their mad dash. She spotted a chair that was upside down and eyed the wooden leg. In ten quick steps she had slid over to it and braced her foot against the bottom of the chair and grabbed onto the weakest leg of the chair. One of the nails keeping it in place stuck out haphazardly, so she kicked the leg of the chair while holding it and heard the satisfying crack of it breaking.
Maybe it was the champagne bubbling in her system that made her feel braver, or maybe it was the fact that bugs eating people spurred on a survival instinct - who really knew. All she knew was she was not about to be bug fodder. And if this turned out to be an elaborate hoax - she'd mace the prankster herself. Two good yanks and the leg was free - and she had a club with a nail sticking out of it. Let's play ball.
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Post by NOLAN SHILOH on May 17, 2013 18:30:20 GMT -8
TAG; Lukas, Moose and Lola NOTES; Yee.
The black-haired man nodded in solemn agreement as he turned his attention back to the cloaked cage, hoping it indeed housed a wonderful surprise. He’d rather be optimistic about these kinds of things, but considering what he’d seen in his lifetime, he wasn’t going to bet on anything breathtaking.
Nolan opened his mouth to say something witty when the brief static of a microphone and the voice of a male interrupted him. Shrugging, he turned his gaze to where a professional-looking man stood grasping a microphone in his hand. He introduced himself as a man with a love for the hunt, revealing that whatever was in the cage was probably some sort of grand animal that somehow stayed quiet and complacent until now. The thought occurred to Nolan, evoking a slightly bemused expression to flicker across his face, though his eyes widened in shock as the black sheets were pulled away to reveal a horrifying bug-like creature with a black exoskeleton and extraterrestrial red markings running along its body.
Nolan swiveled his head to glare at the man who called himself Mr. Lexington. What kind of special idiot was he, bringing this creature into the middle of a party with over hundreds of people attending? The bug-like creature moved lethargically, lifting its head slightly to reveal that it had no eyes. Nolan assumed that it was the razor-sharp fangs and six blades for arms that caused him to take a wary step backwards, his hands reaching down to his waist where the holsters were being kept.
Mr. Lexington let out a carefree chuckle, which caused Nolan to question his sanity. Even though he enjoyed a good thrill, the giant bug with scythes attached to his arms was pushing it. He stole a quick glance at Lukas, meaning to say something satirical, despite the dire situation, when his ears caught the sound of an unfamiliar voice reverberating throughout the ballroom.
The hairs at the back of his neck stood erect as Nolan stood there, frozen like an ice sculpture. Nolan refused to believe that the giant bug had actually spoken. Licking his lips nervously, he took one step closer to Lukas, his hands already starting to pull out his guns.
“Hey, it’s just what you wanted. Loud and distracting,” he chuckled warily. A moment of silence fell over the ballroom like a thick blanket before the chaos started. Shrill screaming filled the air, with people pushing past each other and walking over each other in a mad attempt to get away. Amidst the hysteria, Nolan watched as Mr. Lexington grabbed two guards nearby and ran. “Lukas, we’ve gotta go. Now.”
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on May 19, 2013 15:28:24 GMT -8
Lukas was more than happy to provide his full attention to the guest of honor when he showed his face – or what appeared to be his full attention. In reality he was mentally staging all the possible exits the man could take and how he was going to carefully slip in after him, because he rather thought it was a good idea not to shoot him in a big open ballroom. The redhead leaned back in a casual stance, left hip cocked out as he leaned all his weight on that side, arms crossing lazily over his chest, looking deceptively at ease. The distracting of this made him able to sit through probably the eight-hundredth egotistical windbag speech he'd heard in his lifetime with surprising grace.
He did, however, perk up and pay attention when the guards moved the sheet. What it revealed gave him two reactions – one being 'that's not natural' and the other being 'did you really host a big party just to show off a huge bug...that can't be sanitary to have around the food'. It gave him a small jolt on unease, but he ignored it, and instead, to cover the momentary panic of I don't need anymore batshittery in my life, thanks, he leaned back a bit and spoke under his breath to Nolan, tone surprisingly at ease. “Hello distraction.”
He decided to regretted that statement a few moments later. It had been a while since the incident Lukas decided to pretend never happened, at the law office – long enough to happily maintain his story that it was a freak accident. His mind had decided it was some government experiment gone awry, something he could have actually asked Venedict to confirm but was too paranoid to, so he'd simply confirmed it in his own mind. Temperature fluctuations and a constant issue of looking like he was stood in winter weather notwithstanding, it was a logical enough reasoning. He guessed he could add 'talking insect' to his list of government conspiracies later, as well, but despite that, his brain, for a moment, stuttered to a very shocked stop.
It started back up when the loud, screeching snaps of the bars being broke hit the air, however, and he decided move was the best plan. He'd be damned if he wasn't going to do his job first, then...well then it would be time to bail. Nolan, though, was behind him, urging them to go – to which he gave him a pointed look, made a gesture to the direction his target left in, and immediately moved, stealthing his way through creaming, panicked guests and guards haplessly shooting at the...nope he wasn't gonna think about it. Nope. His discretion was tossed to the wind, however, as one hand reached into his tux to yank the silenced pistol out of its holster with one hand, and the other palmed the curved knife deftly, managing to slip past all the defenses in the panic. 'Be damned if I'm going to let the opportunity go to waste.'
Let it never be said he didn't get his job done under extreme circumstances.
He slipped in right behind the little group of three, glad they were far too panicked to lock it behind them, slipping into the room to find them stood near the exit they were obviously attempting to reach, not moving and all talking in panicked voices. He didn't hear a word they said, too busy slipping up casually to one guard, placing the silenced barrel against his temple and squeezing the trigger before he could even properly react. Naturally, it pulled all attention to him, and in one swift motion, the other guard lifted his sidearm towards Lukas, who retaliated swinging his body low and lunging the hand that had the knife would, grazing the side of the guard's arm with the blade – enough to cause him to recoil a bit. This as promptly followed by the assassin grabbing the arm that held the firearm, pulling the other body towards him and twisting it around, pulling the arm behind the man sharply until he dropped his weapon soundly.
As he pressed his gun to the other man's temple and took out the last guard, he suspected they would have been a lot tougher if they hadn't been panicked. In a way, he supposed he wasn't entirely in a right state – the whole thing was a little too...blatant for his tastes, but he was pressed for time, which meant he had to sacrifice finesse. He tossed the other body on top of the first, making sure to stand between his target and the exit. Honestly, he should have been thanked – this was a much cleaner death than the one that awaited outside. Casual as you please, he lifted his barrel to point in the middle of the host's forehead, shooting him a small smirk before pulling the trigger a final time, not even giving him half a second to speak. The thud of a body hitting the ground had barely finished before he was jamming his gun back into the holster at his chest, wanting to get out fast. He kept the curved knife carefully concealed but held, however.
“Better than being that thing's dinner, hm boys?” he asked to himself, not even bothering to move the bodies – it would be hours until they were found and he would be long gone. Without further ado, he decided it was high damn time he made for an exit. He eyed the one his target had attempted to use, and the odd colored energy that covered it, and the unease in his stomach returned with a full-blown intensity. His eyebrows drew together for a brief moment, before he turned on his heel and made a beeline out of the room, sleeping back out to the growing madness outside. Attempting to ignore it, he started to systematically check the exits, trusting Nolan to pick out his bright colored hair to find him as he worked.
But at every turn, it was the same. Th main exits were very obviously shut off, but the assassin went to every side door he'd coped out. Blocked blocked, blocked. In a gesture that mirrored a frustration he hadn't shown in a long time as he came across yet another blocked door, he stomped his foot on the ground, upper lip curing in a slight snarl. If they were locked normally it would be all too easy to blast his way through. As it was though...he was pretty sure bullets were useless. His expression dark, he kept moving, to the last two doors he knew of...he wouldn't be trapped in this sort of shit again. He refused to.
TAG: Dem event hoes.
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Post by DESTINY on May 27, 2013 21:47:10 GMT -8
The chaos was nothing new, Magnus had spent years building fear into the humans that lived near his home. These were no different, though he had expected the guards and knights to be called to arms by now. Why was there no elementalist coming to slay him? He found these questions troubling, he could handle them, he knew this, but the fact that there was not a single one here made things more troublesome. He had no eyes, this was easy to see, but he was not truthfully blind. Magnus could see, not in the way a human could, but much like how a snake and bat could.
Slits along his neck opened and closed, he could sense the heat of all the human bodies and could in a way, pin point where they were. To make his senses even keener his body could feel vibrations in the air, wave lengths rolled over his body. Every foot step, every whisper, he could sense it and in his own way read them. How did he speak? These same wave lengths that could make sound could be mimicked by the vibrations in his mouth. Creating sound that became words when it finally reached the human ear. He had spends days studying and listing just so that he could understand the language that these different humans spoke. Still why, why were they so different from what he could remember?
Magnus ignored the female with the table leg, she was both harmless and did not bring enough attention to herself to notice. However what did catch his attention was when one of the humans spoke towards him. Magnus turned his body towards the large male, took a moment to size him up, by checking his heat signature. Before he answered the man, a very strong sound wave came from behind him. Bodies hit the floor and Magnus found himself both confused and curious, there was no loud sounds, but he could feel the waves that came off the bullet as it left the gun and entered the men.
His main problem now what all the screaming people. "Quiet! or I will eat you all." strangely enough that had seemed to work, aside from a few sniffling and repeating words of someone saying "Oh my God." over and over. He followed the signature of who the wave length had came from until the man was close enough to grab his attention. He moved his head to face Lukas and Nolen, one of his six arms pointed towards them as he spoke. "You, with the strange weapon, remove it from your care."
He then looked towards the large man that was Moose. "Where is your Noble? the Knights? Bring me your Noble" Magnus was confused, nothing was making sense, at least in this room, as the blackness grew over the walls, he did not sense any Elementalist.
He then moved towards the men, Nolen and Lukas, he was slow, but stopped a few feet away. "You!" His attention was on Lukas. "What Kingdom is this?" His next flaps opened and closed and he continued. "Are you of the Fire?" He settled and waited for answers, hoping to get something he could work with. As he listened and waited some of his small servants appeared from the blacken wall to the far end of the room.
The small group of bugs crawled close, taking their time as they carried a large stacked cake. Magnus looked down at the cake, was this meant to be their offering? Where was the human flesh and slaves he ordered? Angered he bent his head down and ate the cake, and the bugs that were carrying it. They would have to get smarter, one sweet cake.. hmm it was quite good, but it would not be enough. The crunch of the few bugs he ate would teach the others to bring him more, after all he had not had anything to eat in a very long time. The death of those few bugs would be passed on to the rest of the hive mind.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on May 28, 2013 15:49:57 GMT -8
tagged: group one. date: may 2nd, just before midnight. notes: notes. Someone behind him was shrieking--the woman? She wanted him away from it. He supposed, in a strange way, that was probably the logical solution, but Moose had never been a very logical person. What would running even do? There didn't seem to be any way out, after all. Everyone was trapped. Really, it was like being in prison all over again--there might have been a riot going on, but he was talking to the boss, and no lackey was going to touch him unless the boss explicitly said so. No one was going to interrupt a conversation.
It might have been silly to apply that logic to a giant bug, but he really didn't have anything else to go on.
At the very least it didn't stab him. Moose was chalking that one up as a victory. It didn't attempt to kill him at all, which was definitely a win for him. In fact, it seemed almost... well, it hadn't killed anyone himself. A hands-off man then. He was just putting everything into prison terms.
The Magnus-bug-thing was a hands off leader. He did some damage and then settled back, and let his minions do things. It was obviously enough there were minions, because some bugs had just fucking ferried in a cake while he was watching.
"Uhhh..." Bring the noble? The Knights? Moose looked confused, but he had the distinct feeling that the creature was confused too. It was wandering over to two of the men, who were ducked almost entirely out of sight.
"Uh, the boss went over with them. I guess he's in charge?" He made a vague gesture towards where Lukas and Nolan were. He had to be the 'noble', right?
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Post by NOLAN SHILOH on Jun 3, 2013 15:46:32 GMT -8
TAG; Lukas, Moose and Lola NOTES; Yee.
Nolan only had time to blink at Lukas’s comfortable disposition before he watched the fiery-haired man slip away, shadowing the three men’s footsteps.
Nolan sought to follow suit, taking a few steps in the same direction before a gloved hand yanked at the hem of his suit. A young blonde woman with bouncy curls stared up at him with emerald hues and puckered lips.
“Please, help me! Get me away from—from that thing!” she shrieked, her visage morphing into that of a banshee, pointing an accusing finger at the atrocity in the middle of the ballroom, content to wreak havoc as it pleased. Nolan could only offer a cheerful shake of his head, despite the situation.
“Sorry, ma’am. Duty calls,” he said, shaking her off and leaving her stranded amidst the chaos, expression crestfallen. He muttered something about silly rich women and how everybody was their servant and filed through the panicked faces, looking for the back of Lukas’s head. He had disappeared, along with the targets in question.
The head re-appeared as a little orange flame in the amalgamation of sweat and panic, exuding that typical laid-back glow. Nolan always assumed it was insanity that kept him so cool.
“Damn bastard didn’t leave anything for me,” he said under his breath. However, he kept the guns out—there wasn’t any chance of him putting them away with that thing still bathing in freedom. The assassin glanced back just in time to watch its scythe-like arms decapitate an old man of about fifty. “Ouch.”
He approached Lukas, watching in amusement as his leg attacked the polished floor in frustration. The entertainment quickly went sour, however, as he realized what this meant.
“We’re stuck, huh?” Nolan’s expression was grave. Already, dead bodies began to pile, staining the smooth white floor with crimson red. Adjusting the fedora so that it fit snugly on his head, he looked back as the creature’s voice dominated the ballroom. The screams rapidly evaporated until sniffles and low mutterings were the only things that could be heard.
The creature moved to approach the pair and commanded for them to remove their weapons. Nolan lowered himself an placed the gun on the floor without making a sound, at the same time tucking the other one into his trousers back pocket with extreme care. They weren’t meant for holding guns, so it looked incredibly clumsy and stupid. Rising once more, he backed up against the wall with his hands up.
The creature began to sputter nonsense, leaving Nolan and presumably the rest of the people in the ballroom in confusion. The creature’s attention honed in on Lukas, asking him if he was of the Fire. Nolan’s head turned, eyes narrowed and lips pressed together.
Yes, he had hair that was the colour of fire, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. Unless something was up, of course. And, with Lukas, that usually was the case.
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