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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 28, 2009 17:01:52 GMT -8
The Day Victor Heard Gabriel Had Died Victor sat at home, thinking... he had done that a lot since the death of his friend... or at least since he had heard word of it you where a pawnsmoke trailed from the incense that Victor had lit, sitting on his desk in his room. really, nothing had changed... for all the crazyness that Gabriel had brought to the school, he made things interesting... but now he was gone... just like that... gone I used you like I did all the restVictor was drawing, a sketch of Gabriel as a king, the master of the black knights, and Victor dressed in white, standing beside but also against this great king... now who was Victor supposed to have fun with? we where never friendsVictor's face scrunched up as he balled the paper up and threw it away, it looked too much like a movie poster for his taste. then he heard the sound of plastic against metal inside of his trash can, which was made of tin. Victor got up slowly, walking over, not recalling throwing anything plastic away. and then he saw it... that stupid... black phone...Victor just shook his head, remembering now, he had thrown it away, but hadn't been able to bring himself to actually get rid of it for good. and yet... Victor reached his hand in, grabbing the phone, and looking through it, it still worked just fine. Victor thought about what gabriel had said to him, the day they had become more than just king and pawn... when they had become friends you have the potential to be a king... I see itVictor considered this, and flipped the phone open. Victor hit send and closed the phone... he didn't know if anyone would actually come... and for that matter, he didn't care... but he knew that Gabriel would want him to continue his organization... even if he did it Victor's own way. this was gonna take some preperation ________________________________________ TodayVictor sat in a white chair, a flag behind him that had once been the Black knights was now white, with a blue insignia in the middle. today was the specified date that Victor had put out through all the phones. Victor had made the place look nice, there where many white chairs all arranged around a long white table. there several men in the room, some of chinese decent, others of italian decent, but only those two types, each of them armed with guns, there would be no fucking around this time, Victor would not have the same embarassment he had last time just because of one or two people disagreeing with him he had a plan now, but only time would tell if it worked.
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Post by Addie Balfour on Oct 28, 2009 17:23:06 GMT -8
Her phone had always been silent, always lingering with her. Always waiting to be called forward to duty, but never actually used. LIKE SERIOUSLY WHAT WAS THE POINT? She'd lay on her bed staring up at the book she held over her head, scanning the pages as she attempted to keep her mind focused on the book.... There was nothing interesting in it, she'd sigh and think more so about the emptiness of her apartment. What little she had was barely enough to make the place feel lived it. The tick tick tocking of the clock reminded her of how she wasted all her time doing nothing, the buzzing of the heating lamp in the tank brought her back to the sad reality that was her life. Rolling over on her bed, her blue gaze would stare across the room at the desk covered in fabric and a sewing machine. Sewing was fun, but she found herself sewing with no purpose... What could she do?
She'd once again find herself laying on her back on the comfy bed that was her's, looking up at the book she held covering the light as she tried to read the small print. A loud ringing would catch her off guard and send her to the ground with a start. With a loud thud she'd hit the ground and look to the ceiling once more, throwing her book to the side. Had her ears been playing with her mind, allowing her to hear something to break the tediousness of her everyday life? Rolling onto her stomach, she'd get to her knees and crawl over to the desk, reaching over the edge blindly as she looked for the little black phone amidst the masses of coloured fabrics.
FINALLY!
Grabbing the phone she'd pull it closer and flip it open, reading the message that was displayed. She hadn't been dreaming it, which was a good thing. Finally there was an opportunity to do something, perhaps not the best thing, but it was something. She'd smile a little and set the phone back down, perhaps someone was out there answering her wishes....or messing with her big time. It was time to have a purpose! or at least something to do, though of course she'd never admit to anything that had happened in the room.
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She was ready! YES SIREH!
Cressed her in average wear, Addie would leave her apartment, not before leaving Dist with a few live mice to have some fun with. AND SHE WAS OFF! A smile on her face as she flew down the street, regardless of the fact the meeting could be about something serious, she didn't care. Curiosity consumed her, causing her to jump to conclusions about everything. Like why they hadn't called her, the outcome of the fight club. In her mind there were jumbled stories overlapping the others as she continued to glide across the cement, her hands were all over the place. Saying not a word she'd talk with her hands and the expressions on her face. Fearful, excited, annoyed, and overjoyed... There was a foolish smile on her face as all the acts played out in her head, which caused a few people to stare at the strange girl on roller blades.
She'd slide to a stop at a crossing light as she waited for cars to pass and the lights to change, it was a moment or two before she shot across the street, only to be awakened from her day dreams by the loud honk of a car horn.....the screeching of breaks, and the cursing of an angry man as he shook his fist out the window at her. Looking back at the man, she plummet once again into fantasy, this time of something strange...Probably something that should never be mentioned.....Maid costumes were involved.
"I love you too dad!" Addie could call out in a odd fashion as she waved at the man whom almost hit her, before once again taking off. The breeze against her face and the excitement of it of it all lead her to not see the curb in front of the meeting location. Hitting the curb she'd go flying, sliding across the cement until she hit the door of the meeting place with her hands.....AND IN HER HEAD a little umpire would shout: SAFE!
Her knees were scrapped and so were her elbows, but she didn't care, she'd walk in and look around. Black was white and there were creepy people with guns!! Nervous blue eyes scanned the room, noting she was the first person there; she'd force a smile.
"Hey there Victor....What's this all about?" She'd ask with a anxious chuckle, eyening the men with guns once again.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Oct 28, 2009 17:52:52 GMT -8
It was not known to most that she had been recruited into the gang. But then she kept a pretty low profile for the most part. She usually always kept to herself, and when she was not at school she was usually locked up at her studio or at her home. Things as of late had been hectic and though she was unsure what tomorrow would bring, she kept on.
She had not had a nights peace in over two weeks. Always something coming up and calling her away. School, friends, something. But tonight, she had turned off her cell phone, unhooked the house phone and had locked herself inside her suite with the twins.
Ahh blissful silence.
It was while she was running a batch for the twins that a familiar sound echoed from the bedroom.
What the hell?
She thought she had turned off all the phones.
Getting up and grabbing a towel she would begin to dry off her hands as she made her way into her room. Her eyes falling first on her cell phone which lay upon the night stand.
Ring.......
Ring........
Ring........
Her eyes shifted, falling upon her purse. The sound echoing from within it.
She groaned softly. Not tonight. She had a night planned for just her and the twins. But as she moved closer toward her purse, she knew that watever it was would require her attention.
Reaching in, she flipped it open revealing the text message sent out. Of course...why not?
Grumbling softly she would snap the phone closed. Moving to slip on a pair of jeans and to tie her long brown locks back into a ponytail. Her black tank top the only thing she did not change.
Soon enough she had her shoes on and was calling out for Rosie the Nanny to come and watch the twins.
She did not say where she was going, she did not have to. It was her home and she could come and go as she pleased.
Crawling into her car, she took out, soon enough arriving at the location specified.
Now to see what was going on.
Climbing out of the car she shut the door, hitting the button on the keychain to set the alarm and then moving inside. Her eyes falling upon Victor and a slight grin curling on her lips.
"Victor."
A nod of her head in his direction as she turned to see who else was here before moving to settle in next to a wall, leaning against it and waiting.
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Post by Gilgamesh Magnius on Oct 29, 2009 4:43:00 GMT -8
Gilgamesh was laying on his bed, he was still getting over the lose of his friend, he sighed and heard the phone ring, it was Victor, he sat up and picked up the phone and read the message.
-the meeting day.-
He had on cerimonial karate outfit, that had the Black Knights symbol over his heart, he sat in his chair, silent which was aqweird for him..
He looked at Victor and sighed. "What do you need now?" He looked at his hands, he knew what he had to do now. Something was going down here. but what? a change?...
Gilgamesh changed alot since the passing day of a titan. He lost something dear to him. but still had more... to lose.
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Post by Reira DeMorvick on Oct 30, 2009 2:13:29 GMT -8
Reira hummed happily. Why? Well because she was happy. Her life was starting to look up. Her and Gabriel were friends once more, she was in a great relationship, and all her friends were safe and secure. All but Victor. She was rather worried about him and how he was taking the ‘death’ of Gabriel. Of course Reira knew the truth. Gabriel was only made to look dead...he just had a new face now. Reira was the only one who knew Gabriel’s new identity; in fact, she was there in the operating room, observing the doctor as he cut the Dark Prince’s face up. Sky Dalten was his name now. A secret she must keep.
And so that was why she was going to the area Victor had requested. To show how much she was suffering over Gabe’s death...to play along of course. She just felt terrible for keeping it from Victor. Very terrible indeed. Pushing such thoughts from her mind, she continued to dab dark make-up under her eyes, along with some red to go around her eyes. She would then place some cover-up over the colours and do some blending. The end result looked like she had been up the past few nights crying.
It looked like she was suffering from depression. That was the plan. As she entered the said location, she walked in looking at no one and saying nothing to anyone. She was acting, but no one knew that and she was quite the actor. Finding a chair, she sat down and stared at nothing, like she was a depressed no one.
"Gabriel's dead," she muttered softly to herself.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 30, 2009 14:34:31 GMT -8
(ooc: anyone is still welcome to join late) It begins A few more came in, then a few more (see the NPC's in the gang section of the thread) Victor stood calmly, his deep blue eyes overlooking all who had decided to show up... only gabriel's close friends, people who where truly loyal to him and not just afraid of his power. This was very good, these where exactly the people Victor had hoped to talk to. Victor stood, though he was not very physically tall, his stature at that moment was that of a giant "Ladies and gentlemen" Victor said, his rich smooth voice a solemn tone "It is already a well known fact that gabriel... is no longer with us" Victor said with a little sigh, thinking about the gravity of such a situation. "And it is for that reason I have called us here today" Victor said, his hands now placing down gently on the table before him. "These are the remnants of what Gabriel had set up, the few who where truly loyal to the black knights" Victor explained easily, his hand coming up "I was very close to gabriel, I considered myself his friend, and he considered me his right hand for a time" Victor explained elagantly, clearly a remembrance of the way gabriel used to speak. "and I know but one thing of his time as the leader of the black knights" Victor explained, never moving, his sparkling blue eyes looking at each person around the table for a moment before continuing. "Gabriel would have wanted the black knights to go on" Victor said finally, then took a deep breath. "I stand before you ready to take up the position of its leader, if you would all permit me, this is up to you" Victor said easily, still looking at each of them "I am not trying to wrestle control, nor do I look for power, my leadership would be one of mutual respect, working toward a common goal, and if any of you think you are more qualified than I, I welcome you to say so now, and we can put it to a vote" Victor said easily "As some of you know, many members where only members because of fear, a desire to be protected, or a desire to advance their own agenda, you are the ones whom I consider 'true' to the cause, and for this I ask only one thing" Victor said, now looking between everyone "Loyalty to what shall hence be known as the white knights, the remembrance of gabriel seran" Victor said. he then would sit, his blue eyes still shining as he looked around, his usual smile adorned on his face. he may not have known how many friends he had in life... but in death, he shall be reminded
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 30, 2009 14:54:04 GMT -8
(Sorry To Crash the Party....) Well then... A masked figure stood atop the rafters in utter silence as the people he once knew strode in, blissfully unaware of what they'd gotten themselves into. A trap, well one that would define them of course. This wasn't Sky, no, but he was ratehr the ghost of Gabriel Seran. A figment of time and Justice. A true heartfelt speech but one the Leader would pay no mind to, rather he had other ojectives in mind. Spiraling chaos and a rule of control, everything had it's part and the future was designed for his dominio, at least for a time. "Loyalty to what shall hence be known as the white knights, the remembrance of gabriel seran""That is where you're wrong Victor D'armond!"The malevolent voice called out as Damean entered the room fixating a spotlight towards the rafters. The masked figure suddenly revealed. His dark shape contorting to look upon all of them as he took the first step off almost floating down onto the table. A mere ten foot drop would have injured him but his Qi altered the drop arriving almost as a ghostly figure. A God. Behind Victor where the flag had been Ivan would be crossing out the flag with red spray paint. A sick grin on his face as he did so. "This is where the tides change Black Knights, this is where everything is decided." He would bellow in that same commanding voice, this time it was a shrill bit darker than before. "You decide the future, your fate, now stand with me here or fall as you always have... alone as Gabriel Seran did."
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 30, 2009 15:11:02 GMT -8
Victor looked up, there was a booming voice, one of gabriel's old men who hadn't come into the meeting earlier suddenly came in, and one started taking a can of spray paint to the flag behind him Victor just looked on with little interest, not actually concerned whatsoever
"As you can see my good friend" Victor said, calm and collected "Gabriel didn't fall alone, he still has friends" Victor mentioned easily, his hand coming out to show all those present.
Suddenly the loading of guns, the italian mafia and Chinese mafia men who where in the room had their guns all trained on the man in the middle of the room.
"Hold" Victor said, his hand coming up to tell his men to not take any shots. "As I said earlier, if anyone thinks they are more qualified than I, they may say so, and put it to a vote, this is not the sort of event for umm..." Victor looked around his finger slowly coming to his lips for dramatic pause "These sorts of theatrics... now you can calm down and join our little meeting for real" Victor said, his eyes never wavering "Or you can be shot down right now by the trained mafia who are located all around the room as you can see" Victor said calmly, he was too tired, too busy still mourning to allow a stupid stunt like this to throw him off
there was no bluff here, those men would shoot him dead where he stood on the table if he didn't act appropriately
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 30, 2009 23:50:56 GMT -8
And Then... The door creaked open quietly (a contradiction of sorts) as a man walked in. He raised a brow accompanied by an amused smile cocked his head slightly to the side.
If a girl by the name of Addie happened to look back, she might recognize the man that... happened to bring in a shit ton of Public High School #259ers from San Francisco's Public High School #42 back down to Public High School #259 and forcing them all to register which caused hours upon days of interschool riots amongst those that were forcibly kidnapped and those that went along with the whole plot willingly (OOC: Of course, this hasn't happened yet... Yet, in the intro thread) Of course, he was all the way in the back, so she'd have to turn around all the way in her seat to see the potentially familiar looking fellow.
Just a short-sleeved white shirt, a simple black belt, jeans, generic sneakers, long white hair covering up the eye patch over his left eye that had a red swatstika on it and went down to his shoulder blades.
The smile didn't go away as he just closed the door silently behind him, walked with a normal gait his heavily scarred-up arms swinging naturally as he angled himself past the man in the mask, giving him a simple pat accompanied by an equally kind pat, before quietly taking the seat. As if nothing were completely out of the ordinary of this situation.
...Or if he was just used to these sorts of things. Armed men. International gangs. That whole bit.
Or...
..."Guten tag," the man would nod simply."The men in the rafters are vell positioned, sir."
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 30, 2009 23:54:51 GMT -8
Lets have a re-do oh wait....too late now! Prior to all this havoc and chaos, Gabriel Seran stood there before his mirror in a lodge nestled ten stories above the ground in a costume that wouldn't have been abnormal hadn't Halloween been over a few days prior (ooc: taking into account the M.E.). A slow fixated gaze on the reflection and he was satisfied. He most certainly would not regret the actions to follow this night. Things were about to change for the better, even if that required his old personna to die. A little bloodshed was of course excellent for the soul. *Click* The mask came on and a threatening being looked back, one of mystery and power. He'd become his old Mentor in a sense, the man he'd dissolved his entire logic behind. A part of him would be damned and yet a part of him would never yield his duty. *Swish* The cape fluttered as the dark figure grasped at what lie atop the table. Two smoke grenades and a flash, a frag held between two fingers debating that as well. He wouldn't be killing anyone, so he set it aside feeling better. *ring* "We're in position boss." "Excellent..." Was the Dark Lord's only reply before he set out for the changing of the times.
Moments later..... *Creek* It had been an hour prior as the dark lord slipped through dockyard security with little trouble finding way towards Victor's required destination. No dead give aways he suspected. No additional security, no weapons, as he figured Victor was intelligent but he wouldn't be pulling something of that high calibur, the day would most certainly be his. Or at the very least he'd take it.
*Crack* The heavy clash of boots against the table, framework from the wood above coming down in small splinters as his frame shifted to look at Victor unwavering. There was the heat of attention swelling in but from behind the mask The Dark Lord felt as though he were a God. This false illusion most certainly his downfall. "Gabriel didn't fall alone, he still has friends" "And what of his friends now? Gather to mourn? Further action is needed... Strength." A challenging reply as he ignored the certainly trained hands directed at his flank. One false move and he was dead, though a certain loss of face he hoped would stay Victor's hand in the killing of a distraction. *Creek* "Guten tag,". Eyes rapidly changed their destination. Shock was next to come. His body wouldn't react. Atop the table Gabriel's ghost was frozen. Fuck. "The men in the rafters are vell positioned, sir."His eyes wouldn't falter from "Unfettered" The man who was once his superior, his mentor, and in a sense his friend. A certain flinch was needed to provoke his movements now as the Dark Lord moved atop the table towards it's edge no fear, still in a sense of shock as he extended a hand offering the first seat to his former leader. Of course he'd follow sitting directy next to the man, silenced by some strange form of disruption. His mind frame in this context was so purely destroyed that it looked something like this... WTF! WTF! WTF!Why in the Hell am I in a costume? Why the Hell did I jump in here? Why the FUCK! Why the Fuck am I still here? I look like an idiot in this suit, Halloween was days ago! How the fuck did I not foresee this? Why did I miss those men in the rafter? Why is he back and without further warning? HOW DID VICTOR MANAGE THIS!!!!! I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS, I REGRET THIS. The Dark Lord at this moment sat entirely still one hand on the table formed at an arch resting the mask's chin in attention to Victor whilst his other hand hovered over the asortment of explosives in his pocket, the sword even. Hell.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 31, 2009 1:54:49 GMT -8
*2 days prior**cough* yeah, so as I was saying "And strength is what I shall give them, if you'd be patient, just sit and listen" Victor said calmly with a little chuckle, never having lost control, just then as unfettered walked in, beautiful timing, the man always had it. suddenly this... well, he reminded Victor quite a lot of gabriel actually, the ghost of whom now seemed... silenced. unfettered of course just took a seat. "Thank you, I thought you'd appreciate the detail of how I laid everyone out, these mafia are really quite good for taking orders. Victor said, his charming smile having never left his face for a moment "See, man" Victor smiled, as though addressing a friend he had known for years, his sparkling blue eyes gazing without his confidence ever breaking at the masked man. "That is how manners work, the front door is a beautiful invention" Victor said with a little chuckle "But I'm just joking, I don't know how you knew about this meeting... but you are welcome to stay... you certainly are an interesting one, your flare for theatrics... reminds me of someone" Victor said, chuckling lightly to himself, clearly this had been a prank of some sort. at this point Victor would stand again. "Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to..." Victor trailed off, his hand came out toward unfettered, my boss? no... my partner? well... sort of? lets keep it simple... "My very good friend 'unfettered' Victor said with a soft laugh. he then considered everything that just happened and stood, he looked back at the mafia who never took their guns off the masked man... Victor just shook his head, though he kept smiling. he was really hoping no one would make him have to use his little guards. "with that all said, I will now take nominations for leadership of the white knights, I of course will be running, you may nominate yourselves if you desire, and this will be proceeded with the voting" Victor said, out of the corner of his eye he again saw the boy in the mask. curious... very curious... somehow... that was gabriel... Victor knew it... though it couldn't be HIM, he was dead... then again... he had SEEN gabriel die himself... twice... but still... it couldn't be... right?Victor was giving him a chance... if this man was truly gabriel, he'd stop at nothing to win... and thats what interested Victor about gabriel, was to see how he would try and win.
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Post by Gilgamesh Magnius on Oct 31, 2009 5:43:14 GMT -8
Gilgamesh got up and stood by a window and looked back at every.
"Just get to the point." He said cold heartedly.
Gilgamesh cracked his neck and watched as people were standing being morons loud and obnoxious. He looked at Victor and the man wearing the mask...
Who the fuck was running this meeting? This... Mysterious figure?, or his brotha from anotha mutha? What the hell was going on here.. something was fishy.. Gilgamesh's hairs on his neck were standing up right the whole time.. shits going to hit the fan soon..
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Oct 31, 2009 18:46:11 GMT -8
Aaaaannndd.....
Enter the mysterious figure hidden behind the mask......
A grin curling on her lips as the "discussion" between the two would be leaders heated up. Eyes noting the guns raised in defense of the Dark Lord and simply sighing and shaking her head. Slowly she would lower herself down to sit upon the floor. Her eyes staying upon the two men, and then the third to enter. Oh yay. More men. Fun times all around. Did everything always have to be so complicated between males? Of course. Curling her legs up slightly, she would rest her arms on her knees, her hands lightly folding together as she settled upon the floor.
And then.........A choice....
Hmm...well this was interesting. She had known it was coming. But this indeed posed a strange question. What should she do? If she voted for the stranger people would think it strange. But if she sided with Victor it was going against her deal.
Decisions, decisions, decisions.....
Letting out a light sigh she watched the men. Her mind playing over the options now laid out before her. Running down the consequences of each. Each had its ups and each had its down. As was the case with most situations such as these.
She was still unsure what to do. She supposed she could side with Victor and still give true loyalty to the Dark Lord. It would keep up appearances, but that was a very iffy situation.
In the end it came down to what she knew was right. And she had made a deal and she would not falter from said deal. Pushing herself up to stand she would draw in a deep breath...
~I am an idiot. I mean it..I should just take one of those guns and shoot myself now. Cause knowing my luck that is what is going to happen....~
One foot in front of the other. She had made her mind up and was to show her support for that which she had chosen. Moving over to Victor she would smile up at him. Those icy eyes shimmering as she placed her hand on his chest.
"I am sorry. Know that you are my friend. Regardless my decision."
With that, she would then turn and move to stand directly beside the Dark Lord. Her head bowing to him as she spoke softly.
"I shall follow you."
Casting a glance toward the masked face that now sat there, a smile on her lips before she would move to stand behind him. Her arms crossing over her chest as she let her eyes move over the others there.
~Please dont shoot me. Please dont shoot me. Please for the love of the gods dont shoot me!~
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Post by Reira DeMorvick on Nov 1, 2009 10:38:08 GMT -8
Little men, playing such petty games. Reira was much too used to this sort of shit. At least they made it interesting by wearing Halloween costumes, holding people at gunpoint and having luxurious white hair that even she was jealous of. Now, what did Reira do when this was happening? Well, nothing. She merely just remained seated, watching as the events unfolded. However, she was very impressed with this Dark Lord, but at the same time, he was the center of her humour to this whole situation.
Why did she find the masked figure humorous? It was quite simple really, because Reira knew who it was. She knew that behind that mask was Sky, Gabriel altered. It would appear that she was the only one who did so. And she would keep it at that too. She made a promise to Gabriel the day of his surgery. So she would play along and help him fulfil his goals...all because she cared for him a bit too much for a friend. Needless to say, things were getting interesting and it was time to make it more so.
Ah the power of choice. It was a beautiful thing, no? Her cerulean gaze watched as Kevala chose her side. Typical, typical. Right to the Dark Lord. Her fingers were tapping on the chairs arm rest, her mind full of quite the unladylike thoughts. Grinning, she stood up and stretched, unphased by the mafia men and their guns. Her whole fucking family had a mafia background, why, if she went home they’d probably be having a beer on her couch. Flicking her hair to the side, she’d wipe some of the make-up off her face, gone was the mourning charade. Reira had other plans.
Taking few steps, she walked behind Victor, a hand trailing across both his broad shoulders, until she stood on his right. “I nominate Victor.” Reira chose her side. The girl smiled sweetly at the masked Sky and Kevala, offering them a challenge. But wasn’t she loyal to Gabriel? Yes, but that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t give him a hard time. Besides, winning a battle was based on how you played the game...
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Post by Masaru on Nov 1, 2009 11:16:01 GMT -8
Day of the text.
Such a disappointment...
Masaru thought to himself, deep in thought. He was on an extended "vacation" yet again. Gabriel seemed to have yet again have some... difficulties. The difficulty that had been was that he was now "dead". Masaru had heard this, but you could never tell with Gabriel. The only thing Masaru was sure of was the fact that yet again Gabriel had let him down. Well, that was expected, for Masaru never truly trusted the man nor did he actually expect to go anywhere. It was just a means to an end, and Masaru wanted to see that end.
Well, at least he hadn't truly put his faith in the Black knights in the first place. Suddenly, a buzzing started in his jacket pocket. Masaru took out the phone.
"I thought I got rid of you..."
All black knights, current members and past members, please meet at 633 seward street on the specified date -kn1
Well... Might as well see what was going on there. First, though Masaru would dispose of this... hindrance.
Masaru tossed the phone into the center of the Nunivak Volcano. In a split second the phone dissolved into the surrounding magma of the Alaskan Volcano. Masaru walked down the slope and began his journey back to California.
Present Day
Masaru got into town a little later than he would have liked. Perhaps he shouldn't have walked the whole way back? Either way, he had made it, though he was a little late, and rather rugged looking. Ah well, what mattered was he was there. Lets see how things go?
Masaru opened the door, and took a seat.
What an interesting combination of people... Lets see how this plays out.
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