Lucien smiled, raising a brow. "Thank you...and indeed, I'm a hard ass trainer. I'm not one of the trainers to baby the soldiers. They get their asses kicked around a bit, you send 'em out, and then if they make it back, you baby them until they go out again," he explained, another, darker, smile spreading across his face. "But the trick is, you kick them around a bit in the beginning. You have to know they're not going to wimp out on you," he continued, nodding. At that moment, he caught the blush. However, he decided not to comment. He wasn't one for emotions. "Thanks you. Glad someone appreciates the Revolt Jigsaw," the man said, chuckling. "And everyone wishes it was over. But if you ask me, I'm not gonna' lie. I don't think this thing will end any time soon," he said shortly. "Anyway, thank you for the bottles. While I'm here, could I have a beer? As in, a full bottle?" Lucien inquired, smiling calmly.

Alina stopped short of making it to the back, she'd heard all he had to say and turned only halfway to lean against the door frame. "I know, but we can all hope. The last thing we need are weaklings, the harder you push them the harder they will fight for you, for our cause. It's a good thing and I commend you for it" remarking she gave a sincere smile and moved back out into the room, leaning down she snatched up the bottle of beer he asked for, grabbing up the bottle opener and tearing off the cap reached over the bar and set it down before him. "It's on the house, enjoy" Another of the their group came in and sat down ordering up a drink. Alina nodded and went about preparing it. Glancing at the clock on the wall the expression she gave was acknowledgment. "Right on time" she murmured and went about setting up a few empty cups. The others would be pouring in soon to drown their sorrow or just celebrate in the next ten minutes.

Sliding the drink to the man at the end of the counter she stepped over to the wall behind her and took the apron off the hook, tied it around her waist and rummaged through it to make sure her pen, paper pad and cloth was in the pockets. Satisfied she stepped from around the counter, up to the jukebox and spent a few minutes looking through the selection before she settled on a song. Pushing the buttons she moved away as the music began filling the cafe with a jazzy tune. She made it back around the counter just as the cook poked his head through the small window and greeted her. Waving Alina turned her attention back to Spectre.

Warren walked into the cafe and settled on a seat on the counter. He turned to the waitress with his face full of fresh wounds. "One scotch on the rocks, please." He looked around through the cafe, but nothing realy made it to his brain. Maybe it was too soon to relax, it was just minutes ago that he had escaped from death and was picked up by the rebels. Then as he slowly get back to reality he notices that he is drawing some attention from the others in the bar. He figured that was vecause he was new and on top of that he was covered in wounds. He tried to ignore this and minded his own bussines, but he quickly realised that it would only mean more sorrow and more self-pity, something he had forbidden himself to have. But what else could he do, he didn't know anyone here and he didn't know if he even would want to know anyone here, with the idea that they could be dead tomorrow.

Deryx walked down to the base and other Revolts were working within the underground base. The base wasn't too far from the catacombs and the paths were soaked in run off water. Deryx took off his hood and sat in a chair in a room full of Revolts. Deryx was already bored and decided to light up another cigarette with the one he was about to finish. He threw the finished cigarette down the hall and started smoking another one. Deryx slouched in the chair and began to think to himself he should do another one of their jobs or take off once more and do his own routine. Deryx patiently waited for the Revolts to pay him his cash for the earlier job he has done. Deryx sighed and commanded "Hurry up with the cash I'm starving and need something to eat down here" Deryx took a drag off of his cigarette and waited for Talon to get his 3500 dollar pay.

Alexander sauntered up to The Grande tapping his cane against the ground every few steps. His black shirt strained to hold back his large gut, which wobbled with every step, and his long black trench-coat drifted lazily behind him. A small smile hovered about Alexander's, or Alex as he preferred, pasty white face as he took in the scenery. Alex paused for a moment outside the door to flip his lit cigarette in a lazy arc that ended with the smoldering ember landing dead center in the ashtray by the door. The bell above the door rang as Alex walked in and headed to a nearby table, he ordered a large coffee and while waiting for that to arrive opened his messenger bag and pulled out a steel coated laptop and sterted it up. After his coffee was delivered, Alex paid for his drink and pulled out a small flask from which he poured a liberal dose of whiskey. Sipping relaxedly and typing away, Alexander sorted through his files and sent the most pertinent ones off to his unknown contact in the rebels.
*I wonder if I'm making the right decision...* Alex wondered as he finished his coffee and left the cafe, lighting another cigarette as he walked.

Secluded from the other training grounds was Tyler’s fighting square. It wasn’t much but it gave him some space to focus on himself. Surrounding him were 3 other revolts. Two in there werewolf form and the third in human. The human was armed with a LWI-AR-BIII deul pistols. The werewolves on the other hand simply used their claws and elements. The grey one having light and the brown wielding fire. The human ducked for cover behind the gray and began shooting from any opening she got. Tyler only equipped with his bone armour and elements brought up a wall of darkness that would block any vision at him for ten seconds. The light brown one summoned a ball of fire and fired it to the wall, before impact it exploded into a million little pieces of char by Tyler’s shadow scythe, rearing back up to attack the grey wolf who had now summoned to lesser swords of lights began to cut and slash away at Tyler who simply stepped back slid to the right and socked him with his spiked knuckle in the stomach. The grey wolf gasps for air and falls forward as Tyler brings his foot up and round house kicks the brown one before he could finish his wall of fire around himself. He raises his foot and slams his foot down on the brown wolfs head and then knees the female in the head before picking her up and throwing her at the know slowly raising up grey wolf. With all three defeated he takes deep breathes and rests himself. "That was a good fight but actually try some symmetry next time or else there’s going to be a lot more limbs being thrown." he says humorously at the three who know began pushing themselves up and rubbing their bruises. Tyler began walking over to his sword and picked it up before heading over to the gate for a short guard patrol.

Alina turned her head as most of the other patrons had when Warren entered. Lifting a brow she examined his features, he was new, she could tell this not by his unease. But by the way his scent came with death forcing her to wrinkle her nose. Excusing herself from Spectre Alina saw him settle himself at the bar and ordered up a scotch on the rocks. She moved about behind the counter and gathered up a small glass filled with a few pieces of ice and finding the large bottle of scotch she poured some into the glass nearly to the top, set the large bottle back behind the counter and walked the beverage over to Warren. "Here you are, would you like a wash cloth for your face?" she asked, a thoughtful expression upon her face as she eyed him curiously. "To wash up your wounds of course" she stated so as not to freak him out.
Alina was curious where he came from and had a load of questions, but kept her mouth shut with the rest so as not to sound or appear intrusive. She simply stood there a moment awaiting to see if he did or did not wish the washcloth, when you are a wolf, you learn about people through their movements their body language and his was merely showing tired, distant and nervous even.

Warren turned his head to the waitress as she brought him the scotch. When he was asked wether he would like a wash cloth, he smiled. " I'd rather wait with that untill the Iodine has done its job, you never know where those revolts have been with their hands, but thanks for the offer. By the way, my name is Warren Grant, expect me to be a regular here." As he said that he noticed that a group of patrons on a nearby table were wispering, probably about him as they constantly were watching him. It was normal that poeple talked about him, as he kinda sticks out from the crowd, but that didn't mean that he liked it.

He drank his scotch in one go and seemingly as sober, but a lot more confident, he walked to the table and wispered with a voice that just sounded like authority to the men at the table: " I don't like cowards who talk around someones back, if you talk about someone be a man and do it in his face." As Warren nearly had turned to get back to his seat he heard someone on the table say jerk. Warren turned back to the table and with the same voice he wispered: " If you don't like me, well...tough luck, because I am going to be for a long time, at the very least till this war is over. So you'll have to deal with me for a long time." Warren walked back to his seat and turned back to the waitress. To clarify what he just had done. "You are a lycan, right? So you should understand what I just did there, simply pack behaviour. Even though we think that we are civilized, humans still are herd animals."

Walking towards his house, Alexander pulled out his antique pocket-watch and noted that he had several hours before work that evening. With a sigh, he lit up another cigarette and started walking at a faster pace, planning his schedule. After an hour of speed-walking, Alexander had built up a decent sweat and reached his house, a small one-story building that he rented. After punching in his security code, and switching it to the next one on his list, Alexander walked inside and locked the door behind himself. Leaving his coat and cane, sans head, by the door he walked down into his basement and dropped the stylized chrome skull on his desk and removed his shirt, revealing a gray flesh-like substance. Reaching up to the back of his neck, Alexander peeled away a layer of the substance and undid a button, letting the hanging gut sag, before pulling the entire thing off of himself revealing a slim, fit, pasty white torso.
"ah, much better." Alex said to himself as he carried the contraption over to the wall and set it down. Turning to his desk, Alex removed his glasses and picked up a slim wire hanging from the computer on his desk. With a few keystrokes Alex brought up the video recorded during his outing and started the facial recognition program on his computer to see if there had been any new faces in the crowd. While the program ran, Alex removed the glove from his right arm and set to pulling out the various items he had underneath it, wincing occasionally when something got stuck on the skin around it. For the next several hours Alex alternated between filing and organizing the information from his glasses and going through his workout routine, all the time singing the same line from his favorite song
"Paranoia paranoia, everybody's coming to get me, just say you never met me, I'm going underground with the moles, diggin' holes. Paranoia...."
At noon an alarm went off and Alex looked over, seeing that it was time for work. "Once more into the breach, I suppose." he muttered to himself as he logged his computer on to the human military website, sliding on his fake gut and black shirt as it loaded. As soon as he had logged on a video screen popped up an an old man wearing an army outfit stared out from it, disgust curling his lip. "Soligem you disgusting lump, I barely have the patience to deal with you when you're on time, let alone when you slide in several minutes late. I have half a mind to-" the old man was cut off by a loud raspberry from Alex who replied "You have half a mind period. Sir. Now if you please give me my work for today so that I don't have you reminding me that when I'm two-hundred years old I'll look just as bad as you do now." The old man glared for a moment before turning his attention to something off-screen and typing. "You'll be receiving it in a moment, I expect a full report at the end of your shift." He gruffed before closing the window. Grinning slightly at his ability to irritate the old man, Alex cheerfully began typing away deciphering intelligence reports about the goings on of the rebel and revolt troops, occasionally copying and saving an interesting file to his personal file.
*Maybe tomorrow I should try to apply for an official position in the army.... Nah* Alex thought to himself while he worked

Ghillian walked into the Grande slowly, his hands dug into the pockets of his clothing. He sighed as he would sit down at the bar, looking at the tender with a deep look of un-enthusiasm. "Scotch on the rocks, please." He would say monotonely. He would spin around to look around The Grande. It seemed a little more...vacant than it usually did. He supposed it was due to the time of day, or something irrelevant like that. The tender returned with his drink, and he reached around to pick up his drink, to start with a heavy sip. The drink was swiftly finished by a sigh, and the sound of a glass hitting the counter. He would turn back around look to each table. Only a few patrons...and no card games going, like usual. He was craving to play Blackjack; a game he hadn't played in a long time.

He would remain quiet, to wait and see if anyone he knew extensively came through the door....

Her eyes examined his face a moment as he spoke, her nose finally catching the scent of the iodine and the corner of her nose wrinkled some. But she nodded her head in response. "That sounds like a plan," but when he turned his attention to the group at the table across from them she caught a few words, things that shouldn't be said about anyone who was considered one of them. Gritting her teeth Alina turned her eyes and ears back to Warren. "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Alina and if one didn't become a regular here at Montage then I wouldn't have work." but he rose from his chair suddenly and moved over to the table. Giving a soft irritated growl Alina filled his drink again and waited for him to return. She heard the deep throaty rumble of his tone towards the younglings and smirked some when he made his way back. It was like every male wolf to show how much ego he had, this one was no different. At least here she wasn't a piece of meat being sought after. This she was glad of. Now seated she kept her gaze level with Warren, in a wolf world this would have been considered a challenge but as a comrade for the same cause Alina knew he'd not take it as such, but there was always a chance. When he asked her if she were Lycan Alina nearly burst out laughing, instead she stifled it and smiling nodded. "We are all Lycan here, humans have their own grounds to play on." Her eyes flashed the golden hues of her more primal side. She wiped down a spot she'd spilled a little alcohol on. "I saw what you did, they deserved it, but will they learn is the bigger question. You're new, they sense it. I smell it." she pointed at Spectre. "He's one of our trainers, a well known one and tough, but our turn out wouldn't be good if he wasn't" She would've said more but a smashing sound at a table had her eyes darting to see a few broken bottles. Scoffing she gave Warren an apologetic look before moving out from behind the counter after snatching up a small bucket to clean up the mess.

Warren made a somewhat forced smile when Alina said that they were all lycans here and that the humans have their own playgrounds. Then she introduced their trainer and as a sign of respect Warren made a small military salute. As he turned back to Alina he began to speak. "If you think that we are all lycans here, then you might not want to know what I am. Though I may just be a human its not uncommon for me to overpower a lycan in melee combat and lately it has been all melee, so you might have been mislead by the scent of lycan blood that I seriously have tried to wash off. But don't treat me difrent for being a human, its not the first time someone makes that mistake and that mistake usualy doesn't end pretty."

Alina saw the strain in his facial muscles, a fake smile she hinted and lifted her gaze to him. But as he so willingly divulged that he was in fact not lycan a brow raised in question. This notion made her a little uneasy now, she straightened her back and kept herself at the ready. When Warren finished speaking it was Alina's turn to inform him.
"If you are not Lycan, then you shouldn't be here. Every species has their own dwellings. And it was the scent of a lycan that I came across, but since you said so yourself you are not one of us. It only leads to more questions which I wont be asking. But again since you are not lycan I'm a bit baffled as to how you managed to get in here. I'm almost positive that someone would have informed the rest of us of your presence."
Alina was growing irritable by the second, it was true she could not place his scent, something she spurned since she'd not been exposed to any other creatures besides other lycans and humans.
She'd heard that there were other creatures but never came across one so judging and knowing their scent was foreign to her. This wasn't sitting well, and Alina chose to step back at that second and excuse herself. "If you need anything else just call" With that she picked up a few beer bottles and carried them from around the bar counter and over to the table that had just filled up with a group of guys. Setting a bottle in front of each one she asked if there was anything else she could get for them.
After that Alina made herself busy cleaning up tables that were left by occupants who'd finished their drinking binge and left a mess. She didn't know how to act now with Warren, he had the attitude of a lycan, but apparently wasn't one. Now she just wished the night would end so she could go back to her dwellings. But alas another few people poured in, this was the time when everyone wanted something to numb their bodies from the pain of rough training, something to settle their minds and cool the beast within.

Zamek sighed, returning to his garage. He was somewhat confused on what just happened, or why, at the Cafe, but he decided he should probably go back later to see what the aftermath was. He walked inside, several monitors instantly coming on with screens of the war, and one connected to his very own satellite he managed to get into the sky. This satellite was possibly the most complex thing the Rebels even had, and most valuable, seeing as it was their main way to gather Intel and access the situation.
"Alright, let us see what is going one" he said, tuning in on the TVs as he put the final touches onto a special project he was working on. This was soon followed by a "You got mail" alert on the computer. "Alright lets see......This is excellent, now perhaps we can get a little bit closer to ending this war" he noted as he saved the Email from his human contact to the computer and 3 discs. Then a TV news bulletin came up. "This is Kate, we have just seen another bombing on the Human military Airport of New York City. How they are managing to pull off all these attacks is still a mystery. "maybe it is because somewhere inside the city they have a hideout so they don't need to go by the perimeter" he said, somewhat annoyed when the death tole was in the hundreds "I cant let them keep it up".

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Hello

Why does my thing say Human bases?

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[well i didn't type THIS (random messages below) here, sigh, oh well, i might as well post something while im here, i was kinda hoping someone would post before me :( ]

Zamek looked around, returning to the cafe. Everything was still in one piece, so that means that no fight happened. At least not yet. Zamek went to the counter and asked for glass of sprite. He wasn't really in the mood, and rarely ever is, for liquor. He looked to see both Alina and that other guy here. I kept my magnum ready, just in case. But i soon fastened it. "If hes not Revolt, he is no enemy of mine" Zamek thought. He was still a bit tense, with the stranger here. "i swear i think he knows what im thinking" Zamek noted in his head.

"So Zamek, any news on the war?" Alina asked. "Another New York bombing, oh, and a revolt base was over run by humans. Good for them." i replied, taking a sip of my sprite. "oh, and i think somewhere in new york city itself they have a base of operations." i also noted. "Hmmm, makes sense, and your project?" she also asked. "The Raven is almost done, im putting the final touches on now, i might have it ready in like a week for field tests" i replied, finishing up my sprite.

[well i didn't type THIS (random messages below) here, sigh, oh well, i might as well post something while im here, i was kinda hoping someone would post before me :( ]

Zamek looked around, returning to the cafe. Everything was still in one piece, so that means that no fight happened. At least not yet. Zamek went to the counter and asked for glass of sprite. He wasn't really in the mood, and rarely ever is, for liquor. He looked to see both Alina and that other guy here. I kept my magnum ready, just in case. But i soon fastened it. "If hes not Revolt, he is no enemy of mine" Zamek thought. He was still a bit tense, with the stranger here. "i swear i think he knows what im thinking" Zamek noted in his head.

"So Zamek, any news on the war?" Alina asked. "Another New York bombing, oh, and a revolt base was over run by humans. Good for them." i replied, taking a sip of my sprite. "oh, and i think somewhere in new york city itself they have a base of operations." i also noted. "Hmmm, makes sense, and your project?" she also asked. "The Raven is almost done, im putting the final touches on now, i might have it ready in like a week for field tests" i replied, finishing up my sprite.