The Titan

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-14 20:19:25, as written by Maestro

The Titan was like an assassin as he crept into Gambit’s, slowly opening the door and making his way inside, emotionless as he looked around for a brief moment before cutting his way through the small crowd and resting at the bar. He didn’t dare take a seat, leaning against the countertop so that he was more of a threat – fearing that if he sat down the worst would be yet to come. Supporting his head with his hand, his elbow rested on the wood below him as he scanned the shelf, looking for the superb beverage to spoil the evening with. At last he settled with a clear bottle of vodka, snapping the top off and taking a large swig of it, embracing the burning sensation now lingering in his throat.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-17 12:59:52, as written by Maestro

The Titan naturally followed after Arcirion, standing directly beside him with his fists clenched to his sides, conserving every last ounce of energy he had just in case things went sour with the confrontation. It was a bad idea, having previously begged for Arcirion to stand his ground and be patient; however the man persisted to go on, so Titan had no choice but to follow loyally.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-17 13:08:11, as written by Maestro

The Titan unable to help but gaze at Lucien for a brief second, he grew quickly unnerved and was forced to turn back around, briskly following after Arcirion with a smile on his face, satisfied that they were resuming business – but in all good time he would enjoy the fall of Lucien, watching him be destroyed along with his reign over Gambit’s coming to an end.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-18 03:30:21, as a chat transcript.

(( I will ))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-18 03:30:52, as a chat transcript.

(( Or Saira can x3 ))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-18 03:41:41, as a chat transcript.

(( bah nvm ))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-18 03:42:44, as written by Maestro

The Titan staggered into Gambit’s abruptly, bursting through the door and looking around cautiously, narrowing his eyes. His gauntlets and boots as usual were electrifying, pulsing with endless amounts of energy that seemed just seconds from erupting. Growling to himself as he heard the racket emitting from downstairs, he briskly made his way behind the bar and lifted up the basement door, gliding down the stairs with haste. “I’m coming.” He sighed, really not relishing his work this morning.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-18 03:52:16, as written by Maestro

The Titan was unable to help but muffle a gasp as he slid across the floor, kneeling down in front of the poor girl and lifting her up into his arms, uncaring for the blood that now stained his armor. Cutting the chains off her and carelessly tossing them aside, he laid a hand on her head firmly to try and stop the blood flow. Standing up and holding her carefully, he walked back upstairs and swerved around the bar, taking a sharp left while going to the top floor. Opening one of the doors at the end of the hallway, he walked her inside, laying her back in a bed before scurrying into the bathroom and collecting some gauze to bandage her head. The cut wasn’t too bad, not severe enough for stitches, so it just needed to be cleaned out and patched up. Taking some alcohol and dabbing it on her head and simultaneously cleaning the blood off, he finally wrapped her head up and smiled satisfyingly. “There we go…”

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-18 03:56:13, as written by Maestro

The Titan sighing as he tucked the girl in and fluffed her pillows, he had a lot of questions that needed answers, curiosity forcing him to wonder who did this, and why for that matter. An innocent nine year old girl, there was no reason for this. Scowling to himself in disgust of whatever monster committed such a sin, he shut the door silently behind him and made his way back to the bar, seating himself on a stool. “Give me a bottle of scotch and an iced glass.”

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-18 04:02:09, as written by Maestro

The Titan snagging the bottle from the Bartender and looking at the glass placed in front of him, he pushed it aside, deciding it would be a shame to water the whiskey down any. Popping the lid off and tossing it on the counter, he took a large swig of it and his eyes widened, otherwise he was unaffected. Whistling to himself, he turned his head and smiled, his eyes resting on a most familiar sight – or at least to him. “Yuriko Izumi…” He muttered, grinning darkly to himself as he took another drink directly from the bottle.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-18 04:20:26, as written by Maestro

The Titan slamming the bottle down on the counter and standing up, he stretched his arms out and sufficed a yawn before shifting his gaze back to Yuriko. “Time to make introductions…” He mumbled to himself, walking over towards her without a care in the world. Stopping behind her, he smirked to himself, “Yuriko Izumi, sister of Johnny Izumi, am I not correct? Well no, I shouldn’t ask you that question for I already know the answer to that and I’m in no mood for lies, so let’s just get right down to it. You best tell ‘Little Johnny’ to stray clear of Lucien, and that goes for you too… No good can from that… man.” Of course he didn’t call Lucien a god, or anything even close to it because in truth Lucien was a man like everyone else, and like a man, he would die. Soon The Harbringers would prove that even an immoral could die. “Oh, and another thing, we have a close on Invictus so no funny business.”

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-18 04:31:10, as written by Maestro

The Titan ‘s attention immediately reverted to the unknown man standing next to Yuriko, and his face had a wry irritated expression on it, he not at all pleased that the man had called him a girl, nonetheless “rainbow eyes”. Electricity flying out of his hands and creating a small ring around him, things literally began to tense up. “There is nothing wrong with my eyes!” He snapped, defending himself. “And I am not a girl! You best take that back if you know what’s good for you…” His intentions were not on the man – Amon – but instead the bottle that lingered on a table behind him, a bottle that this man surely took to heart. “And I am not rude! I am making a plausible warning.” He grumbled halfheartedly, his interest with Yuriko clearly spent as seeing that his eyes still sat on the patron next to her.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-18 04:52:29, as written by Maestro

The Titan ‘s eyes still on the man, he ignored Yuriko’s words, not heeding them at all because he really didn’t care about this man’s current state, drunk or not. His words had infuriated him, and his latest ones were the last straw. It was an idiot move, lashing out at them at all not being the proper course of action for someone like him, but he had always let emotion drive him, and at the moment he was pissed. “Alright, you want to keep calling me a girl? That’s fine… but I got something for you.” Reaching under the dark fabric that settled in-between his cold flesh and the metal that served as a protector for his chest, he revealed a small futuristic medium-sized metallic orb. At first he thought about charging it up and letting it off, but rather than be the cause of carnage, he would just use it for something else entirely. “Batters up.” Tossing the orb, it broke right through the whiskey bottle, sending the contents spilling over onto the floor.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-18 05:16:55, as written by Maestro

The Titan took up defensive measures the moment the gun was pulled out, and if you looked closely he was muttering something under his breath, “Bolt…” The moment the word slipped through his cold bloodless lips, the world around him just stopped, everything around him slowing down. But still he stood there, waiting for the shot to be fired, and the moment it did he sidestepped, letting it zoom past him before one of his own arms dissolved away. It looked like a thick layer of electricity, pulsating and streaming as it rested to his side. “Well fuck, I got one of those.” He said arrogantly. His arm stretching outward, it struck the blast head-on, and when it did it exploded, sending Titan flying back into the wall – a hit he quickly recovered from. Getting to his feet and cursing to himself, he snapped at Yuriko’s comment, “You bet your ass on it!”

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-18 05:36:09, as written by Maestro

The Titan put his arm to good use yet again as he nailed the blasts in front of him like he had the ones before, but unfortunately he wasn’t aware of the attack creeping up behind him. The explosion in front of him did indeed knock him back, and the moment it did he had only now come to realize another attack flanked him from behind – reluctantly Bolt was still in play, and the attack stopped just a few inches from him, freezing in place and exploding. Flying across the room and hitting the wall, he fell back and wrinkled his nose. “Note to self… never attack a drunk’s whiskey.” If he had a white flag he'd have waved it. Of course he had enough power and strength to go on, more than that actually, but the scotch was starting to easily kick in.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-18 05:54:06, as written by Maestro

The Titan sitting up and letting a gasp escape, he quickly evaluated himself, and just as he thought, he was unscathed – and he planned to keep it that way. He made note that the man who he attacked had made another alteration, and that the mysterious shadowed arm had now vanished just as his electrical one had. It would seem Amon was now ripe for the taking, however a part of him felt terrible about what he had done, especially because Yuriko. Frowning to himself, ON himself, he dashed to the bar and ordered another bottle of scotch before making his way cautiously behind the odd couple, standing there and scratching the back of his head. “I would say an apology is an order however I doubt that is necessarily good enough.” Setting the bottle down in front of the man, he looked down to Yuriko, “Odd case of fatigue…” He murmured, kneeling down, “I’m so sorry… I guess I am a bit of a hothead.” Squinting, he half-accepted getting scolded at.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-18 06:00:59, as written by Maestro

The Titan was just about to answer Yuriko before a familiar voice echoed from afar, and at that moment his body went stiff, a cold chili surfacing along his back. “God dammit…” He said under his breath, not wanting anyone to hear, especially her. Laying a hand on Yuriko’s forehead, he smiled warmly at her, “I know what you’re thinking… and I am sorry… I do realize what I did was wrong, and I hope you can forgive me. If there is anything I can do to… ease your pain, please tell me.” Nodding swiftly, he stood up and turned around with another wry expression across his face. “Hello mother…”

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-18 06:05:14, as a chat transcript.

(( Taran is Titan's real name ))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-18 06:05:33, as a chat transcript.

(( Titan is his last ))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-18 06:10:55, as written by Maestro

The Titan swallowing hard as he faced Mali, he still couldn’t help but shiver, he having always slightly feared her – but she was however the one who had always taken care of him, and even when he was young she made sure he got what he deserved. “I did nothing! All their fault…” He grumbled, squirming out of Mali’s hold and looking over his shoulder, “And I never planned to kill you! I don’t kill people… I was just going to teach you a lesson. I really don’t think laying siege on a whiskey bottle was worth attacking me… But if I knew Yuriko would have got involved and… this would have happened, I’d never…” Rubbing his temples, “I am sorry. I told you, if she needs any help I will gladly offer it.”

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Maestro

Last seen at: The Hidden Glen

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