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| Xeios Posts: 1095/2954 |
"Perfect."
She said gently, then hung up the phone on his completion. She had the tickets in her hand and and went to find Jack. She searched for him, but could not find him. This was getting frustrating. She saw that the door to the meeting room was closed, and she picked up on voices inside. She assumed Jack was meeting with the boss. She wished she could get in. She wanted to hear. But her smart side told her to let it be and find out later. She slid to the floor, and rested her head on her knees. She was in an upright fetal position, staring at the door. |
| Stitch Posts: 702/2785 |
"Talea, I've got the Yakuza on my side, and I'm working on acquiring certain technologies from the Triads. Just needed to warn you that Heathrow might be on the lookout for people like us. Keep yourself inconspicuous while you're there." Click.
The Demon returned to London in a change of clothes--pressed blue suit and silver tie complete with a set of brown contacts--to meet a few other business people there. He had meetings in his London branch, and would probably be occupied the rest of the day. His assistant, Brandon, would handle all further calls and affairs for the day. Name: Brandon Nelson Age: 18 Nationality: US Skills: CQC: 0 Gun: 0 Leader: 5 Tech: 5 Biz: 10 Number 1 personal assistant to The Demon, both on corporate business and assassin business, he came to him early on and helps to maintain The Demon's cover. Without him, The Demon's primary company conglomerate, would fail. He's paid dearly for his duties, becoming the highest paid personal assistant worldwide. A strong business sense helps him, and his boss, excel beyond their wildest dreams. He is often the other voice heard through the cell phone. The Demon dialed held down the 2 button on his phone. "Almodovar Enterprises, this is Brandon speaking, how may I help you?" "Brandon, I'll be in London in a few hours. Toshio will be in tow, but he needs to meet my other employers. Can you ensure that he arrives okay?" "Yes, sir, I can. You have two meetings, both moved to later this afternoon, one with the prime minister of transportation and the other with the prime minister of defense. I'll go ahead and call Jack. Your vehicle will be waiting for you at Heathrow when you arrive." "Do me a favor, go with him." There was a slight hesitation on the line. "Alright." |
| The Accidental Protege Posts: 819/2641 |
Trip of Death smiled. "Ah, yes. The Demon. I'm doing well; thank you for your concern. I've heard much about you, but I never got to meet you. As you can probaly tell, I am interested in persons capable of mass destruction, which is why I've decided to keep on top of your goings on. I can remember how you killed an entire slew of people just to reach one target; how marvelous! A pleasure to meet you." He extended his hand, and smiled. The Eye of Michael only watched and did not speak. Christine smirked and turned away, picking out another cigarette. "Pleased with my results, boss?" |
| Xeios Posts: 1090/2954 |
Talea picked up the phone after nodding to Cairoi.
"Talea here, What is it?" She walked to an empty room, and sat in a comfortable chair, calmly typing away at the keyboard, finding the airliner tickets. She input a credit card number, and the tickets printed out of her USB connected mini printer. Two first class tickets to the New Iraqi Republic. The flight would leave Two days from now, that would leave enough time to schedule an important meeting with their prime minister. |
| Stitch Posts: 701/2785 |
The helicopter touched down in a remote field somewhere in Taipei. In the distance, a short Asian man clad in black suit with a red dress shirt stood with two larger bodyguards. Across from him stood The Devil, both silencer equipped 9mms trained at the guards. The Demon disembarked the helicopter and walked towards the men. He tapped The Devil, then walked right up to Koji.
He removed his cell phone and flipped it open. "I need men. I have a large proposition to make to you and other people on this planet. But, I need cooperation. I can either have my militia, or I can work alone. The choice is yours." Koji leaned forward, and pressed a single gloved finger to the chest of the Demon. The Demon quickly shoved him back, Koji's gaurds reaching for their guns. Each fell heavily to the ground, two perfectly centered bullet wounds placed in each eye. The Demon and The Devil's guns slowly smoking in the crisp evening air. The Demon reholstered his weapons. "Your decision, sir?" Koji nodded and stepped backwards. The Demon, having secured the aid of the Japanese Yakuza, turned to walk towards The Devil. A brief nod exchanged between the two assassins, and The Demon boarded the helicopter. It was the job of The Devil to make this scene appear like an accident. It was going to be difficult, but not impossible. The Demon's cell phone started ringing. It was Telea. |
| Cairoi Posts: 633/3807 |
OOC: I have decided to implement a second sub-set of character bonuses. This was largely Xeios' idea, just edited and refined by me. Check this out.
War Prowess- Basically if you do something of an incredible combatinive nature, you get a point here. Stealth-Basically if you do something that is of a stealthy nature and you succed with flying colors you get a point here. Diplomacy-If you convince a NPC of something or fix relations with a NPC, you get a point here. Wanted Reward: The more a character is seen and heard by the real world, a wanted tally goes up. The higher it gets, the more trouble they get in. I have decided there will be a leveling system to increase your stats throughout the RP. Every time I see you doing something of importance to the story and is related to one of these catagories, you will level up in that subcatagory. Also, every other sub level you hit, you can allocate a single point to one of the main catagories. Note: You are not list stats in the sub catagories. Everyone starts at 0 in each catagory. Also note, that if we get to the end of the RP, I will rank everyone in every catagory and list their accomplishments, so that you get a sense of accomplishment from the RP itself. Jack listened intently to the words everyone spoke with a clear understanding and following silence. Eventually he broke his silence and began walking to Talea's seat. "Alright, Talea, here's your current objective: Obtain air tickets to The New Iraqui Rebulic. We'll start there and converse the continient." Jack intruded on the conversation between J. Literal and The Demon. "Actually, I was refering to him as the Death due to the fact he fits the namesake so very well. I think it has a better ring to it than Demon, but his name is his buisness." Jack then walked down to The Trip of Death and Eye of Micheal. "Ah, I see Christine is calling the cards. If you want in, then do me a favor and work with Christine to find a mercenary force of about 6,000 or higher people. I don't expect anything besides the knowledge of the battlefield. No superhumans like you guys." |
| Stitch Posts: 698/2785 |
Upon receiving the small piece of paper, he inputted the number and email into his computer, rolled up the paper and flicked it across the room.
"I'll take your silence as an acceptance of this money. I shall have it delivered, in unmarked circulated small bills, to my estate in France later this afternoon." "If you'll all excuse me, I have a few business partners to meet with." He stood up, and closed his cell phone, replacing his glasses, and picking up the laptop. He lifted himself through the ventilation shafts and back out onto the roof, where he dropped down to a sleek, black Prius sitting next to the building. Once inside, he dialed up a phone number marked "X3" in his addressbook. Two short rings, then a gruff sounding voice answered on the other end. "Demon? What brings this pleasure to my ears?" "Can it, Koji. The Demon has a request. I can meet you in Taipei in two hours, at the usual place." "You dare challenge the Yakuza, Demon?" "Yes. Meet, or no?" "Why should I meet with you, Demon? What proposition could you possibly have that the Yakuza would like to deal with you?" "Fine, have it your way. But, if you don't live to see tomorrow, it's not my fault." There was a pause on the line. The Demon glanced at Talea's phone number as he pulled the vehicle into his private airport stopping at the foot of his helicopter. "YOU DARE CHALLENGE THE YAKU-", sound of gun clicking in background, "on second thought, Demon, your partner, Devil, has helped me change my views. I'll see you in two hours." The Demon smiled under his mask. It was nice that his life partner had wanted to share in the family business, and become the fabled counterpart to the Demon--the Devil. Name: The Devil Age: Confidential (mid-20s) Nationality: Japan Skills: Close Quarters Combat: 10 Gunplay: 6 Leadership: 0 Technological Knowledge: 0 Business Sense: 4 Early in his career, The Devil stumbled upon The Demon in a bar in Osaka. They hit it off, and declared their love for each other. As time went on, The Demon couldn't continue the lies, and disclosed everything he really did to The Devil. With much training, The Devil became who he is now. It became the family business. They each had cover jobs. The Demon was a rich and powerful businessman excelling in the computer industry. The Devil was a powerful anime producer working in Tokyo. This was where the money came from. His life was entirely devoted to The Demon. And, their son, whom knew nothing of their lives. Their fifteen-year-old Steven, whom only suspected something of his fathers. He spent days bringing the world the best anime ever, and nights securing their financial futures and helping The Demon to rid the world of all evil. Devil always carries two silencer equipped 9mm Berettas, a digital zoom equipped sniper SKS rifle, and a set of shuriken, katanas, and kunai. Dressed in a jet-black, pressed Armani suit complete with a fire-red Christian Dior tie, deep-red leather gloves, and flame-red eyes behind a set of mirrored sunglasses. They were a matching pair, almost. "I guess I should call Talea." |
| Xeios Posts: 1086/2954 |
ooc--Charries name is Talea not Christie.
Talea released the man with a smirk, and ran a finger down his chest. Then turned to sit once more. Crossing her legs and replacing her knife. She looked intently at The Demon. "You saw me. I was much younger though, that was about two years ago...But sir, if you could give me some information, I want to learn to be like yourself. Stories of you caused me to take up this profession. Here." Talea tossed him a peice of paper, on it was her cellphone number, and E-mail address. She hoped he would contact him through his native toungue. The computor. She lifted her black messenger back which contained her laptop. Though she was not technologically superior to anything, she could use it easily for research and messaging. Her cellphone was also in the bag, but it was less important to her. The laptop was thin and lightweight. With wireless networking. She lifted the bag to her shoulder and walked through to the room with Jack. Passing by the two new people as she walked. She sighed and confronted Jack. "So, Britains biggest known enemy seems to be Russia right now. They are still sore about the cold war, and Britain's siding with the US has bothered them. We could also recruit muslim nations, since they are violently opposed to the christian state of Britain. They would help us relatively easily...I hope." |
| Stitch Posts: 695/2785 |
"Freudian?", the sound of his altered voice eminating from the open cell phone on the table, "That's strictly for sexually related things. If you're implying that he has some kind of fetish with death, I don't want to tread there."
He watched the two that arrived enter the room, and immediately recognized the Trip of Death. He had been assigned many years ago to dispose of the Trip, but after his employer fell through with payment, he spared the life of the Trip. "Trip of Death, we meet again." Unbeknownst to the Trip, the Demon had encountered him several times before. Almost a rival, but not quite. Trip of Death had no idea who he was, having never seen him before...only hearing of The Demon's accomplishments. "How's the MAS holding up? Been meaning to give you a few updates on that thing, but you're a little difficult to approach." The Demon turned his attention back to Talea. "My reputation preceeds me, yet again. It is fortunate that I didn't discover you that night, or you wouldn't be sitting here today. It is not like The Demon to disclose details on previous...er...jobs." He paused to stare at his closed laptop computer. "I'm sure we'll need funding." He opened the computer and started typing, "I've got several Swiss accounts set up to cover certain tasks, how does $23 million dollars sound?" |
| AlpoRaggins Posts: 366/793 |
"Aw, well, now wh-whoever said God exists in the first place? Leave it to me to make a woman turn atheist." All the while he keeps his left hand in his pocket, as the other puts the cigarette out on the flat of the blade. With the knife to his throat, he gently placed the pack of cigarettes back between the womans breasts, a laugh dying in his adams apple which brushed against the blade. It was sharp, his grin faded into a humbled smile. "Don't those chafe? Angel, you'll start a fire with if you start to run with those packed so close toget-" the blade came closer and he put his hands up. He was let loose, and grabbed at the tie, loosening it.
"Ahem. We've new visitors." |
| The Accidental Protege Posts: 818/2641 |
The black car glided up to the building and stoped on the side of the road. Eye of Michael got out of the drivers seat, and then Trip of death on the passenger side. They walked together in the rain into the building with no umbrella or anything. As they made their way through the building, they found the board room and opened the door to see Christie and Jack. "We were sent by The Judgement; Christie." Christie smiled a bit. "Please. That's too formal. The Cards don't need to be assembled for this. It's not imperative the the Wheel of Fortune needs to know this, so don't call me that right now." |
| Xeios Posts: 1079/2954 |
Talea did in fact jump when the demon flipped down. But she cooly remained to listen to what he needed to say. She applauded him after his speech.
"I've tried to find you. But I couldn't be sure it was you until I looked at those eyes." Talea began to shake with excitement. "You'll need to teach me how you broke into the old Kanteno mansion and killed everyone inside. I'll have you know that I was eyeing the money available in that place when you struck. You must have seen me about to make my entrance. The place was tightly secured. When I saw your eyes, I remembered the rumors, and I had to sit back and watch you work." (A chance for your character to gloat of his abilites.) Talea leaned forward in her chair, and folded her hands. She looked at the Demon in anticipation. Just then the man rudely dug his hand in her cleavage, and she was behind him with her knife on his throat in nothing but an instant. "Return those to me if you value your life, and, never touch a lady who is not wanting your contact again. I could easily make you useless to a woman. Then the 'god' you plan to show me will become a bit more like 'nonexistant.'" |
| AlpoRaggins Posts: 364/793 |
"Calling you Death... was it a Freudian slip? You do have quite the icy aura. All the supplies you'll need are your skills with the computer. I don't know how to use these things, I've never bothered with them. I'll leave that up to you. As for actual supplies... I prefer to take nothing with me. I don't even trust my own gun sometimes. But! *he raises a white gloved finger* if you need anything, ANYTHING at all. I can get it. Be it my own hand, or an accomplices. Supplies can come in under a day if truly neccisary. This mission may be long. I could carry food with me, though once you've lived in a box for a month overseas, eating you're own shoes for sustenance, just to get a page from Buonerotti's notebook... food just doesn't seem like a neccesity on missions anymore. So if you need anything, I've got you covered. We're brothers in arms now, Mr. Demon. We're eachothers tool, and don't you forget it. If this means to save a brothers life by sacrificing your own, or by sacrificing his to save yours... well. We'll see what happens if we get there.
He stood from his chair and walked over to Talea. His hand dove into her cleavage and pulled a cigarette from within. He took a match from his breast pocket, lit the cigarrete, and as he spoke the cigarette moved up and down in his mouth. "One of my disguises, when in Ireland, is a man named Doug. Thats 'god' spelt backwards with a little bit of 'u' in the middle, angel. When this is over, lets say you and I take a trip to Dublin. It's religious there, angel, and I'll teach you a whole new lesson on 'god'. " With the scowl he got, he was glad to be working with the man in shades. His eyes widened under his mess of black, greasy hair and his eyebrows rose. Of all the characters he's played, himself was his favorite. And around these people, he didn't dare to be anyone other than himself. If there was any more tension added to the room, somebodies head was bound to explode. "On you're word, my fabled demon." |
| The Accidental Protege Posts: 817/2641 |
Christie glared at Jack with slitted eyes. "Fine. I got some contacts... some... 'friends'. I'll go make a few calls. Be right back." Christie turned and walked out the room and into the hall. She took out her cell phone, and dialed a number. "It's me. Yeah, I got the job, but we're gonna need some back up. Yeah, I know; Trip of Death, you wanna join the party? Great. Bring Eye of Michael with you. He'll enjoy this little shindig. Yeah. Yeah; you got the location, right? Good. I'll see you ina little bit."
Meanwhile, in a musty dungeon-looking basement on the other side of town, a small kid, no more than 16 hung up his phone. He was about 5 foot 6, and wore a two piece mesh outfit; simple, really. He also wore a metal vest around his shoulders with a hole near the collarbone, and 6 vials of some strange purple liquid.. Next to him was a larger man, clad in black leather, and a fedora. in his hand he held a massive gun that looked like a gatling gun, but much larger, and apparently, quite lighter. The boy, Trip of Death looked at his accomplice. "Time to go. You driving?" The tall man, Eye of Michael, nodded. "Yes, Deathtrip-sama." The two walked out of the room and up some stairs into a lobby, and got into a black Mercadies Benz and drove off. Bios Trip of Death Age: 16 Nationality: American Close Quarters Combat: 9 Gunplay: 9 Leadership: 2 Technological Knowledge: 0 Business Sense: 0 Info: Born in a labratory for testing military weapons, Trip of Death, as he is known now, was the first test subject of the Muscular Amplification Suit, or MAS. However, the experiment went horribly wrong, and expanded his muscles to a point where it overstepps the bounds of nature. By injecting the serum into his body via the suit, his muscles expand to over 10 times the normal size, and the density becomes very high, almost reflecting bullets. He escaped, and was presumed dead. Now lives with Eye of Michael, another outcast of society. Eye of Michael Age: 31 Nationality: Japanese-American Close Quarters Combat: 2 Gunplay: 16 Leadership: 0 Technological Knowledge: 2 Business Sense: 0 Info: Born in Japan, this man was the inventor of the Giga Rail Gun, a gun maily used for driving Railroad spikes into the dirt. However, it got into the wrong hands, and he was blackmailed with it. His life and career ruined, he traveled to America with his invention to turn to a life of crime and mercenary work. |
| Stitch Posts: 692/2785 |
OOC: Cairoi, my character is the Demon, not the Death. Close, but not close enough.
BIC: The Demon hadn't left but was stationed atop the building, the wind ruffling his trenchcoat slightly, as he listened to an implanted device he had placed underneath the boardroom table. He removed a small power laser from his breast pocket and began cutting a small hole the size of his body in the ceiling. After removing and securing the panel to the roof, he dropped into the ventilation ducts and made his way towards the conference room. Once over the table, he quietly cut another hole in the ceiling, stashing the ceiling panel in the ventilation duct before dropping onto the table. Everyone except Honore and Evo jumped in their seats. He removed his cell phone, opened it and placed it on the table set to speakerphone once again, then backflipped onto the ground; trenchcoat trailing behind him. "Honore, the Frenchman, I believe you and I have some planning to do. Jack is a funny man, confusing my name with Death. I don't blame him. He has seen the spoils of my work." He paused to sit down at a chair across from Honore, his white eyes staring through the jet-black sunglasses at the man seated before him. "I am not a petty thief, but if we need supplies, I have connections all over Europe and Asia that might be wiling, with a little coaxing, to provide for us. How do you suppose we carry this out?" The Demon leaned backwards in his chair. As he spoke, no one could perceive the motions of his mouth underneath the mask...it was as if he was communicating through brainpower alone. He looked around the room at the others, then stood up, clapped his hands together, and bowed. "My apologies. I should not have been so rude as to not introduce myself to the rest of you. Before you stands the only assassin never to leave witnesses and only stories. I am the fabled hero of the hacking community. I am known," He removed his sunglasses again to reveal the solid white eyes, "as The Demon." He replaced his sunglasses and sat down in front of Honore again, watching the others around the room, waiting for Honore's response. |
| Cairoi Posts: 620/3807 |
"Well then, I see everyone has something to contribute in more ways than one. Alright, the group plan is only to be used during the acquisition of supplies and the enlisting of allies."
Jack reached for one of the papers and scribbled down notes for a moment. He thought to himself then put the papers in a suitcase underneath his chair. "There are six of us. Talea, you and I will handle the alliances. Honore and Death, those two will be in charge of getting supplies. Don't be afraid to steal. Evo, you and Christine will find other mercenaries and form a list to present to me. We have 20 days to at least form a proper plan of action. If you don't know, my cell phone number is 259-666-4377. You may now leave the board room if you wish, but keep in close contact with your group member and plan the specifics of your duty. Contact me tommorow with the details. You're dismissed." Jack walked over to Honore while the others began to shift and move about. "Here's the Death's number. If he answers it, make sure to let him know it's you. He shouldn't be home until about 5 o'clock, so relax before then." |
| Evo Posts: 638/871 |
OOC : That "hooker" comment and the others in the italics were thought, not spoken.
BIC: *Evobalthene raised an eyebrow at the masked man and chuckled to herself, resisting the urge to clap. She had an amused smile on her face and she turned her attention back to the people still sitting in the board room, thinking about how much she hated people who thought too much of themselves. Attitudes like that could get you killed...* "Eet is a good idea... to use ze house. No one will suspect it, I theenk. Eef we do retreat back to France, I think I shall stay in my own house, however. I have valuable things there that can be of some use. For base reasons, I will be willing to meet at the Frenchman's house... Also, Brittain has plenty of enemies, but to find some that are willing to risk waht we are is another story. "And zat brings me to anozer point. We 'ave not all spoken our names out loud. I think we should know what to call each other. I am Evobalthene. You may call me Evo if you wish." *She crossed her legs under the table, the thin black cloth she used in her battle attire making not the slightest sound as she did. She tapped her long fingernails on the table once, then reclined back in her chair, pulling her flaming hair up into a tight bun atop her head.* |
| Stitch Posts: 688/2785 |
The Demon glanced at the scrawled plans across the table and smirked underneath his face mask. He replaced his sunglasses, and opened his laptop. In an instant, plans of the entire country downloaded to the computer. He closed the laptop, and stood up placing the cell phone in front of him, open and on speakerphone. Through the cell phone, a muffled, altered voice spoke out:
"We all have our talents. Your plans apply to the standard mercenary, and for that I applaud you. However, I'm a highly trained computer specialist, and a highly trained deadly assassin. Where you place me is up to you, for I can handle myself in any situation." "The question here is, how well do I work in a team setting? I don't. But, for this, I can make an exception. Unlike everyone else in this room, I was able to enter a room that was sealed behind three feet of stainless steel, protected by seven electromagnetic locks on four different circuits, and motion sensors designed to pick up even the slightest motions of a person breathing. By all accounts, no person without authorization should have been able to enter the building. I, however, got into the room with no signs of how I did it." "And, I could have easily disposed of everyone in this room. So, your decision, Jack, lies on where you want to place me. Should I walk the lines between both groupings, or shall I concentrate on one or the other? The decision is yours." He paused to secure the laptop to his back, and picked up the cellular phone, "Please let me know as soon as you know for I have certain entities I must dispose at the moment. You know where to find me," he closed the cell phone, nodded towards the room full of people and walked towards the sealed door. Before anyone could unlock the doors, he placed an ungloved hand on the center of the door. A surge of bodily energy instantly shot through the door instantly and audibly unlocking all seven electromagnetic locks. The door smoothly slid open. "There is no room on this planet that can keep me out or keep me in. There is no computer on this planet that can keep me out or keep me in. There is no man, woman, or child on this planet that can keep me from my objectives." He whispered through the mask. |
| Xeios Posts: 1074/2954 |
Talea liked the idea of using a small home as a retreat post. they could take the chunnel between Britain and France. Hmmm...
"I just got an idea. We should speak with Britain's enemies, and make them our allies. We don't want total war against only us. They could send us some elite soldiers, and we could offer them a stake in this global domination quest..." Talea was showing her military brilliance. She was always one to strategise. And she was one of the best at devising war plans, it was only a shame that there were so few wars in this day and age. |
| AlpoRaggins Posts: 360/793 |
"Keep me on the business side of things, but call me if you're in need of taking anything. We've already got assasins, but it looks as if all they can take is lives. I have a way for so many things..." he snaps his fingers, "... I can steal the hat off the pope's holy head and even God won't see me do it."
He tapped his shoes "IF... by any chance, we need to retreat, this place would not be very safe to run to. I have a home in France. It is close, but secluded. We can make it if you can follow me fast enough." He looked around the room. Such beauties; brawns and brains and a mix of both. Lucky him, he was quite debonair. At least he thought so. He thought with a grin and his hat tipped forward on his head: "Angels and demons, all in one place. C'est la vie" . He took the toothpick from his mouth and flicked it into a garbage can. He was ready for anything. |
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