Twins of Fate - My first RP!

[Shurikane]

Okay, so the Raptors Club didn't look half bad after all. In fact, it seemed to be quite a good installation, if a bit discrete. That sole detail made Eddie want to check for his gun again, just to make sure.

He pondered the idea of leaving his laptop in the car, but decided against it. If he lost that one, he'd just buy a new one, period. Besides, he didn't have any sensitive files on this one, should anyone break the password he had chosen.

As luck would have it, the door was solid metal, without any lock or handle. Without any other option, he pushed, and the door simply opened up, just like any other door.

Put it bluntly, he felt a bit stupid... Just standing right here in front of a metal door. And it had a spring too, so he had to push it again to enter.

The place was awfully dark; there weren't any windows and most of the lights had been turned off. Taking off his Ray-Bans didn't help either, so he had to wait until he got accustomed to the darkness to start moving around.

There were sound coming from a room at the far end, something like a heated discussion. He knew these things often ended up with red-dyed rugs, so he simply put his laptop case on the bar counter, and waited.

The place seemed awfully empty. In fact, there was no one in there. Normally, a closed club would lock its doors... But then, he was expected here, maybe the guy had left it unlocked for him.

He sat down on one of the stools and began to whistle a song. He had all the time he wanted...

[D-Trix]

[OOC]
Sorry this is long, you know how intro posts are. I thought I'd throw a curve and try RPing a woman. Anyone else notice that this thread is mostly in past tense? I dunno if that was intentionally different from other threads but I only picked up on it after it was too late to change. It's actually easier, I don't have to constantly correct myself into the present tense :P
~Ted
[/OOC]

Cassidy Forge was bent over a dingy table, smiling coyly at the inebriated patron who was quite obviously staring into the loose, low-cut neck of her lacy sleeveless blouse. Sweaty pervert, she thought with typical acidity; but she made sure to give him an eyeful of WonderBra cleavage as she gathered the platoon of empty shot glasses, mentally visualizing her tip increasing by the second. Her smile dropped like a brick as soon as she turned back towards the bar, instinctively swinging her hips just out of reach of the man's groping fingers.

Depositing the glasses in the sink, Cassidy felt a hand fall onto her shoulder like a wet slab of meat. Of course, she reflected, it was a wet slab of meat - a thick paw connected to the rotund manager of the Gold Entendre, Andre. Cassidy shrugged him off, glancing over her shoulder.

"Aw, keep your sweaty paws offa me. I keep tellin' you, Andre, nobody wants a girl serving 'em drinks when she smells like your week-old laundry." A toothy grin split Andre's round, glistening face.

"You an' yo' sass!" Andre chuckled, emphasizing the last word as he smacked her on the bottom. "Oy, an' yo' damn baggy pants, too." His deep, accented voice rang out clearly over the din of the club as he plucked petulantly at her wide-leg cargo pants. "I tell you, chica, you gotta show off mo' than yo' perky perkies if you wanna get up on a pole!"

Cassidy did her best to wipe Andre's hand-print off the seat of her trousers, then shot him an eye-rolling look as she grabbed a fresh tray of drinks and headed out among the tables.

Passing close to the stages in the center of the club floor, Cassidy glanced up at the topless, elaborately costumed girls swinging around in their lurid pole-dances. She could certainly use the hefty pay raise; the Gold Entendre wasn't her real job, but she'd been taken off her real payroll for the duration of her tenure at the club to support the illusion that it was, and even with her consistently high tips things were tight. But as it stood, that other job was the main reason for her aversion to Andre's offer, although of course she couldn't tell him that under any cirumstances. The secrecy of her other reason was somewhat less dire, but she nevertheless preffered to keep it hidden under those baggy cargo pants.

Climbing the stairs to the balcony level, Cassidy finally located the right table. A couple of young guys - probably too young for the drinks she was carrying - sat right up against the railing, looking down on the dancing stages from the level of the lighting rigs. They looked her way as she approached, and she couldn't tell if the approval in their eyes was directed at her or the alcohol which they had successfully bluffed their way into.

Two steps from the table, the entire club shook with a deafening sonic boom. Cassidy stumbled: the tray full of drinks tipped all over the hapless teens, who had both hit the deck in any case; Cassidy herself tipped right over the low railing, beginning a twenty-foot plunge onto the stage below.

It was at this moment, suspended in free-fall, that Cassidy's second secret leapt - quite literally - right out of her pants. Before she'd fallen two feet a four-foot strand of flesh, wrapped around a thin chain of flexible jointed bones shot out of the back of her waistband and whipped itself around the nearest lighting strut. Suspended by this fleshy rope from base of her spine, Cassidy swung in a graceful arc, seventeen feet above the stage. At the apex her survival training kicked in; releasing the strut, she flipped up to grab the catwalk above.

Scrambling atop the catwalk, Cassidy crouched and took stock of the situation below. Thanks to the distraction at the door, it appeared that nobody saw her stunt on the lighting rig. But the hubbub of the club didn't really abate, disturbances of this sort being not very far out of the ordinary in places like this. The dancers quickly regained their balance and fell back into rythm, easily drawing back the attention of the patrons. Nobody but Cassidy, it seemed, was watching the man in the brown duster as he crossed the foyer towards the bar.

Unsurprisingly, everybody became much more attentive as soon as their supply of alcohol was directly threatened. In the sudden silence that followed the man's confrontation with the poor bartender (Andre, of course, was nowhere in sight), Cassidy tried to run as quietly as possible along the catwalk to that end of the building, using her tail for balance.

There wasn't much to be done from up in the catwalk, which was frustrating given the danger to the bartendender. But that became a moot point when the enigmatic Lander suddenly stepped into the picture. Cassidy strained to hear the exchange between him and the intruder. Brigs? Why does that sound familiar... Then she had it - something she'd overheard during her last check-in with her contact. She didn't know who this Brigs character was, but whatever business he had with Lander might be pretty important. But important enough to risk revealing herself? After all, it wasn't included in her assignment, which was supposed to be passive - just to get inside the Gold Entendre and keep her ears open for intel on potential criminal activity fronted through the club. A typically boring and, at a waitress' wages, underpaid field assignment.

Ah, shit, Cassidy thought, This assignment's gotten me nothing but groped by Andre. I better find a way in there...

[Therin]

OOC: Great stuff, Ted. I really like it!
BIC:A brown trench coat flaps. The wearer crosses the threshold of the door at a fast walk. Brown eyes flash a suspicious look at Lander.

OOC: Now's you all's chance if you want to go through the door. Next post I make will close it. Good stuff so far, people! Keep it up!

[D-Trix]

Seeing Brigs accept Lander's invitation, Cassidy knew she had to act fast. From forty feet above the club floor there was no way she could reach the door in time - and even if she could, it was doubtful she could slip into Lander's inner sanctum unnoticed. She had studied the building's plans in preparation for this assignment, but since she'd been employed at the club she'd had barely a glance through those doors. She had no idea if the layout was at all similar - in fact, she fully expected that Lander would have totally renovated the place, esepcially with security measures. If she was going to catch this meeting, she was going to have to find an alternate way in.

Looking quickly around the shadowed, dusty network of catwalks, Cassidy was pleased to see that, from this end at least, the maintenence fixtures seemed to have been untouched. She could see a grated air duct set in the wall a good thirty feet above the door, just below the level of the catwalk. Dashing along the narrow walkway, she wrapped her tail around the nearest support post and dropped neatly over the railing.

Swinging upside-down in front of the grate, Cassidy slipped a hand underneath her waistband. In addition to her prehensile tail, the baggy pants concealed a thin emergency toolkit that she kept strapped around her thigh. Extracting a miniature screwdriver, she set to work on the grating. Thirty seconds later she carefully placed the latticed metal sheet and four thick screws back up on the catwalk, then deftly swung herself belly-down into the airshaft.

I should be able to drop down a level over to the left, she thought as she began the slow crawl through the cramped metal passage. Christ, this is gonna take forever. I hope they have a lot to talk about...

[Aiman]

With all the conmotion, noone notices Jason. He sees Brigs go in through the door. He starts walking towards the door slowly as he puts one hand on his pocket. He notices 1 guard inside.

Jason presses himself against the wall, and quickly takes out his hand out from his trench coat pocket. He takes one step foward and places himself in front of the door. The hand he just took out from his pocket flies as quickly as a blinking eye towards the unsuspected guard's chest. Jason smirks and walks through the door. The guard looks at himself to see a small dagger stabbed on his chest. Jason grabs the guard by his shirt neck with his right hand, and with his left hand he pulls the bloody dagger out.

"I may need this for later on..." Jason said under his breath. He looked around and heard footsteps in the distance. "I gotta act quickly if I wanna crash this party."

Jason followed the footsteps down to the next hall...

[Tobias]

a few moments after Kholba finished talking to Lander, a knock came on his door. He peered at the gaurds, and nodded to one of them to open the door. He expected this man to walk through the door. He wore a tan suit, black tie, had brown hair, and wore glasses. He walked in, and as soon as he had cleared the door path, the door closed violently. The man quickly addressed Kholba:

"Can you explain what you just did?"

Kholba rocked a little in his chair. He said aloud, "What i did was justified...and besides that, what are you going to do about it?"

The man takes out a news paper, and slams it on Kholba's desk:

"Explain this then."

Kholba takes the newspaper, and discards it behind him, and stares feverishly into the man's eyes. The man responds:

"I can very well just go get another one. And come to think of it, i think i'll give this to the company head. I think that he would like to see this very much...how his profit and earnings are simply going to waste on trash such as this guy, Brigs. Quite frankly, the company has much larger fish to fry, and people like you are the ones that keep this company from going any higher."

Kholba responds:

"Funny...but it sounds to me that you are...threatening me."

Kholba gets up and starts to pace over to the side of the man:

Tell me Alexander, how exactly are you planning to use this against me?"

"Well, from what i look at, you will probably be kicked out of your position. With what happens after that, i can say that you would probably be blacklisted from any job, and that you would have no life left to live. So what im saying, is that you are going to be finished...that is...if i get a price...of about 1Million."

In an agrumentative tone

"Do you really think that I would pay some two timing beady eyed heathen such as yourself to keep secrets discrete?! Wow, you obviously need to take ur head out of your ass!"

"Don't get cocky with me Kholba! You know very well that the company will put you to your end! So why dont you just pay me 1 million-"

"Gaurds!"
Alexander looks at Kholba angrily:

"Oh, so you are going to just get me escorted out of here? I hope that all of your guards are aware that i am well prepared at whatever situ-"

"Leave the room guards!"

Alexander just looks at Kholba, the muses:

"So i guess that business is going to be established?"

"No, im just going to have to kill you myself."

Alexander hears the words, and quickly moves to grab his sidearm, but Kholba, using lightning fast speed, has whipped out his hand gun, a large black .45 colt, and unloaded mulitple rounds into Alexander. He dropped to the ground, all signs of life leaving his body. A pool of blood leaked onto the marble floor. Kholba loved having that marble floor...it made clean up so much better. He called in the guards again, and had them remove the lifeless Alexander, and clean up the floor. After that, he heard his watch beep. Looking at it, he remembered that he had an appointment to keep with a freelance computer tech. So he sat back at his desk, and called the bar to see if anyone had shown up.

[Therin]

The hallway ends in a door.
"Through here, please, Mr. Brigs."
The door closes. A raised eyebrow.
"For the final time. Who is Kholba?"
"I am forbidden to tell you that."
A muffled thump. The man called Lander slams into the wall next to the door. Air stirs around the man in the duster. A bass rumble builds to audibility. Dust and pebbles bounce and vibrate. sonic energy crackles in static along the arm of the duster. Muscles writhe beneath. The closed fist, distorted and pounded by contained energy, remains rock steady. The trench coat flaps under the power of vibrating air. The bass rumble grows to a high, searing shriek.
"How about now?"

[D-Trix]

Cassidy was descending awkwardly to the ground-floor level of the air duct; her back pressed to one side of the shaft, her feet and hands to the other, she carefully and quietly inched downwards. Just as she began to worry about her slow progress, a sudden tremor shook the building around her, dislodging her grip. She landed in a twisted heap in the junction several feet below with a metallic thump, thankfully muffled by the basso rumble filling the duct.

Awkwardly unfolding herself onto her hands and knees, Cassidy headed towards the source of the noise. As she neared a vent in the duct she could just make out someone's voice in the room below her - was it Brigs or Lander? But even with her ear pressed to the grating she couldn't tell.

Cassidy would have tried to get a better angle to look down through the vent's slats, but a sudden escalation in the pitch of the ubiquitous vibration made her wince. As the sound neared supersonic range she felt her hair begin to stand on end as the metal duct gave off static energy from the intesnse vibrations. The section of duct in which Cassidy lay began to rattle noisily, making her wonder apprehensively what the sonic disturbance was doing to the duct's structural integrity...

[Sperrit]

Sperrit walked out of the dark alley that was the entrance to the Vermillion Maze, his eyes squinting against the brilliant electric lights that flooded the city's broader, more open streets. He blinked a few times and then set off down the boulevard, drawing strange looks from the obviously better off of the city's occupants. This was a Middle Class street, and it never ceased to amaze Sperrit about the complete ignorance of the Middle Class, who could have never imagined that anything like the Alley Mazes existed so close to their small, apartment lives, and could do nothing but imagine the lives of the mansion dwellers, the upper class, called by most Alley Maze residents as The Soiled. Sperrit kept walking through the dense crowd of Middles, sneers with his tattered clothing and long hair. He ignored them and he walked, unerringly, towards the one place he had vowed never to go again.

After an hour of walking Sperrit turned off the main streets again, plunging into the reeking darkness of the alleys. To any one of the Middles it would have seemed identical to the one he had just left, but the Mazers would have known right away that this place was different, and that they should probably leave sometime between Now and Yesterday. This theory was confirmed when four shadows approached Sperrit from behind, knives glittering in their hands. Sperrit dropped to the pavement, sweeping their legs out from under them with a fast kick and, before they'd hit the ground, knocked their heads together with a satisfying hollow thunk. Sperrit checked to see that they were still alive before walking down the alley, the shadows now fleeing before him.

Sperrit walked through the alleys, fighting a few more weak attempts for his life and whatever valuables he might have until all the Shadows seemed to understand that he wasn't an easy meal and left him alone. It wasn't them he was concerned about, however, and after a quarter of an hour he turned a corner and saw it, his hands starting to sweat.

Standing inbetween two huge buildings was a small, squat brick building, dirty and unremarkable except for that fact that it was only one story, which was increadibly odd for the city. In fact, this was the only one story building he had ever seen in his whole life. It had no windows, only one battered metal door which looked like it had once been painted green, but had seen too much action to be called green now. Sperrit walked up to the door and reached for the handle. He stood there for a while, his hand hovering over the handle. He had never wanted to come here. Not again. He had thought his hiding place had been perfect. He had thought they'd never find him. Sperrit suddenly shook his head, looking more determined. No, he had known that he would be found. He had known he couldn't hide forever. There was no place to hide, really. All you could do is run, and that was something he would not do. Sperrit had known this day would come and that that it was here he felt stronger, purposefull. He would face his fear. Sperrit put his hand on the door, turned the handle and pushed.

Inside it was pitch black, but Sperrit knew this room better than anything else he could think of, and he could sense the dimensions of the one room that made up the building. And in the middle of that room was a single light hanging from the ceiling, creating a large circle of light in the darkness. In the circle stood four figures. Sperrit fought down the bile rising in his throat at the mere sight of them and walked into the circle. They were expecting him, he knew, so he nodded to each in turn.

"North." A tall slim woman with long hair.

"South." A huge man with short hair.

"East." A wiry man with long hair.

"West." A strong woman with short hair.

The four stood still but Sperrit's muscles tensed. Each of these four were powerful people. Not necessarily in physical strength, though they all knew how to fight very well. They were powerful in thought and intelligence, wit and wile. The four people standing in front of him controlled almost all of the happenings in the city, but they did it in such small, subtle ways that one could barely see their hands in it, and could never trace it back to them. They were undetecable, invisable. They were the Four Winds, unseen, but powerful beyond all belief, and deadly.

"Hello Ragnarok," said South, smiling at him. "What a pleasant surprize." South chuckled, but the others remained silent, but not because they didn't think it was funny. "What brings our prodigial son back to his home?"

Sperrit grit his teeth. "I can't hide forever."

South laughed again. "I'm glad to see you've come to your senses, boy. Does this mean that you will join us again. We have yet to find an assassin that is your equal. No one has your flare."

Sperrit flinched at the word assassin and glared at South, his hand balling into a fist. "I'll never be your tool again. I've only come to say goodbye." Sperrit's muscles tensed, ready.

North suddenly smiled at him and Sperrit felt his blood run cold. "Goodbye."

Sperrit had already started his leap by then, bullets marking the spot that he had been standing seconds ago and following him upward. Sperrit turned over in the air, landed in a hand spring, pushed off and ran into the shadows, the sounds of guns still following him. Sperrit ran through the shadows, using the sounds to locate the gunment and knocking each of them out with a quick blow to the head. Sperrit counted as we went and when he had taken care of all the gunmen he risked a glance at the circle of light.

The Four Winds were gone.

Sperrit felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end and rolled forward as a huge sword sliced through the air where his torso would have been. Sperrit kept rolling and lept up a few feet away. West, who was weilding the huge sword, charged him. Sperrit lept up and backwards, going into a blackflip over East who had come up behind him with his dual knives. Sperrit hit the ground and rolled to the side, barely avoiding South's mace as it made a dent in the metal floor. Sperrit then lept up into a cartwheel, North's spear stabbing inbetween his legs. Sperrit landed and started to run towards the door. He had taken two steps when East appeared in front of him, slashing with his knives. Sperrit slid under his legs and dove forward, South's mace missing him by centimeters. Sperrit jumped up and foward over West's sword and hand springed forward, ducked under North's spear and grasped the door handle just before the other end of North's spear smashed into his face. Sperrit stumbled back and felt South's mace hit the back of his head. Sperrit fell to hisknees, fighting unconsciousness, and losing, falling flat on his face, unmoving.

The Four Winds looked down at Sperrit. North grinned and raised her spear, but East stayed her hand. "Wait, North." North glared at him, eyes flashing. "We cannot kill him in such a manner," East continued, pulling a match out of his pocket. "It does not befit a comrade. It's much to quick for him."

North smiled, South chuckled and West sheathed her sword and walked over to a small metal square with hinges set in the floor. She opened the little door and the smell of oil wafted out. She held out one hand and East gave her the match. She struck it and dropped it, closing the metal door. The Four walked over to the door as a muffled boom shook the building from underneath. The Four left just as flames started to burst out from the walls. North nodded as she watched the building catch fire. "He would have been a problem with all the up coming events."

Southg chuckled. "Very true, West. And a fitting end to our Ragnarok, too."

North grinned, watching the flames climb the building.

East closed his eyes. "Fire, the great changer. You have changed our old ally into a dead corpse."

There was a flickering of the fire where the light wavered and did not fall on The Four. By the time it did, they were gone.

[Aiman]

"Hmmm, where are these people." Jason keeps walking as he hears the voices comming from the door at the end of the hall. He looks around and sees a Janitor's Room. He opens the door and enters.

"Maybe I should look for a place to sneak up to that room. Ehhh... great.. Air vents !!" Jason goes to the vents and opens them up. he begins to crawl inside when he feels everything shaking and vibrating. "Maybe this isnt such a great idea." Jason said to himself. He then heard a voice inside the vents, a woman's.

"Man, someone else is in here ?? Why ? maybe this is hotter than i thought. Maybe I should go see who it is, 'cuz this doesnt seem safe."

Jason gets inside the vent and starts crawling. He gets to a turn and he peeks a bit. He sees this pretty girl with a... tail ?! Jason gets close to her without making a noise.

"Dont say a word or make a noise or we will be caught." Jason said to the girl. "Ok, now turn, let me see your face." The girl turned slowly. As Jason laid his eyes on her face he saw it was one of the waitresses from the club. He looked at her name tag and it said "Cassidy". "Ok Cassidy, what are you doing up here ? After Lander as well, eh ? Hmph, he's hotter than I thought." Jason looked down at the room and saw Brigs glowing in energy and everything started shaking harder.

"Shit, its time to leave this vent now !!" He said to Cassidy. She refused as he crawled back to the Janitor's Room. Jason stopped and looked at her. "WHAT ?! Are you nuts, you wanna get killed or something ? When he releases that energy, we are gonna be killed !! Look at him for God's sakes !! Come on lets go !!" Cassidy refused once again. "Ok, this is it... sorry about this but i wonty let you die in vain. I wanna know what you know, so..." Jason grabbed Cassidy by her tail and pulled her back to safety as everything started to shake harder and harder.

They dropped back to the Janitor's Room to safety and Jason laid on top of Cassidy to protect her for falling objects and junk falling off the shelves.