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Benja Battering Bird         Since: 08-15-04 From: none of your damn business Since last post: 508 days Last activity: 508 days |
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| A black stretch limo pulls up to the club. A short man gets out of the drivers side door and walks to the back where he opens up the door revealing benja in all of his glory dressed to kill. He lit up a cigar as he walked up the narrow staircase and slapped the hand of the bouncer and showed a certain card that granted him entrance.
Once inside the club Benja sat down at the bar and ordered a martini and smiled as he took a sip of it while puffing on his cigar. |
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Spartan Metal battleaxe Is back. Kind of. Since: 11-15-04 Since last post: 91 days Last activity: 80 days |
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| OOC:WTF IS GOING ON!!!!?!?!?!?!?!!? To let you know i was following alby...Just to get that clear...now...dont want xeios jumping on me...
BIC: *Chris continues following Alby and this man who claims to be Jack Ballain. Chris is looking around the area taking in the massive steal doors that just closed* hmmm... Jack my name is Chris I am the leader of Spartans...you probably knew that already. I came to see Reno about security arrangments...But....I am guessing your the man I need to talk to about that...I am pretty damn sure all of the Higher-Ups are pretty adept at weapons and defending themselves...but...things happen and if something happens my teams will be there... *Chris Turns looking for Leon* He seems to have dissappeared strange...I forgot to thank that man... *Chris turns back to face Jack and Alby* I think i will stand over there.. *Chris points over at the wall. Nodding to Alby. Chris walks over to the wall and pulls out his Treo 650 and checking his emails.* |
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Leviathan Magician  Since: 07-20-05 From: The 217th layer of hell. Quite temperate actually. Since last post: 5542 days Last activity: 5453 days |
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| He was angry.
Every time he managed to find his way back to this place, there was another gang of fools trying to assassinate, rape, kill, or just destroy the place. He could feel them..and already, he'd had enough. The double-doors swung open, and he stepped inside. Memories flooded his minds...the old Twilight...the old orginization...so much had changed, and yet at the same time, so little. The Nightclub, for instance...it looked almost exactly as it did then. Over six thousand years..and no one had bothered redecorating. The bartenter half-sat against the wall across from the bar, obviously unconscious, maybe dead. The thick, lush carpet was littered with shards of broken glass, sparkling in time with the colored strobes in a hundred rainbow hues. And the bartender's blood was not the only that he smelt. Just like the old days. With a small sigh he walked to the bar and took a seat. A figure shrouded in a black cloak..mysterious perhaps, but hardly intimidating. At least, not at the moment. Not for roughly three seconds...then be became impatient. The twinking glass pulled itself free and flew back from whence it came, shifting and melding until it became the mugs, shotglasses, and wineglasses it had once been. They came to rest along the scarred oaken length of the bar exactly as they had. More surprisingly, the bartender himself began a similar rewinding. He rose from his slouch and flew haphazerdly through the air, only to land on his feet in his proper place. The man was completely unharmed. He looked at Night, startling, confused, unsure of how to react. A flash of golden metal from beneath that cloak, and his mind cleared as if by some grand spell. He had seen the badge set in the armor of Night's left forearm. It was strange..not quite the symbol he himself wore on his now-spotless vest. Even the title was odd..no such placement existed. Shin-Ra did not have a division known as NEO-Soldier..thus had no one who commanded it. But the rank..that was enough. The man who sat waiting for a drink must have been just below the Turks themselves..if not higher. "Make Bomb. Triple." The voice startled the bartender, who had been caught in yet another wave of shock..this one brought about by having a man of this stature seated at his bar. He moved with the grace that could only come from years of experience..a fluid grab for a glass, a quick flip of a bottle, an effortless slide into the Mako tap. It was only when he had set the drink down that the request sunk in. "A...triple, sir? That much Mako...it'll kill a man." Night did not reply. He simply picked up the glass and, in one unhuman gulp, emptied half of its contents. Mako energy..tingling, heavy, surging..another memory. Another drink, and he set the empty glass gently on the bar. When he asked for another, the bewildered bartender did not hesitate. Night turned towards the interior of the club and rose to his feet, temporarily ignoring the fresh drink that awaited him. In a voice that boomed through the entirety of the twilight, a voice that was strong, deep, and frightening old, he said. "WHO THE HELL HAS BEEN ATTACKING THE DAMNED CLUB?" (Last edited by Leviathan on 08-14-05 05:56 AM) |
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