Grace and Ren Kamdin (Eyes / Blood)'s Story

Kai was not thrilled about the meeting that he and his sister had to go to, he in fact hated having her around so many other harvesters. Day after day, he would think of the moment in which he held that note, and allowed the two of them into the underworld, he regretted that moment. Something good did come out of that day, his sister completely forgot the incident which had happened to her, over and over again. He looked down at her petite body as the two of them walked up the stairs to the top of the building. His blue eyes fixated on her clouded blue ones, she was now blind, he also blamed himself for that. White, black, and red, he was tired of those colors, tired of everyone, he had only one person whose company he actually liked. Society was disgusting, and people would horrible creatures most of the time, but that especially applied to the underworld. His sister was quiet, beside him, and all he did was take in the sights of the place. Whenever he had meetings with anyone here, he never enjoyed it. Kai was not particularly fond of listening to anyone, many of the time he just didn't. Nor ranking or strength could force Kai to slave for another.

"Blood?" Katt looked up at her brother, as if fit was possible for her to see his expressions, but in her own way, she was able to feel his feelings, or at least know what they were. Kai was a stubborn one, and not one to show emotions on the surface, it pleased her heart to see that they were there, if even barely existing sometimes. With every step she took, she room and everything around it gained a new color, blue. Because she was blind, she often used this so only she could see where she was and what was there. It was a very rough glowing outline of things, the ability to give things auras. She couldn't very well go stumbling into the meeting. "What does it look like?" Kai stopped for a moment, she watched the color in his aura change, he was about to lie, but then he turned to her, "Red, black, and white - this world never changes." Katt frowned. Kai was always telling her the horrors of the place, she wondered if it was perhaps he wanted to make her aware of what was really going on.

Finally the two of them walked into a room, one which Kai thought was actually neatly decorated, but that didn't interest him. Why would Swain want to meet with them after all this time? He didn't like it at all. He didn't like Swain either. He saw that three people were already there. Two which were familiar to him, or at least he had seen them before, not to say they had ever conversed, the third he had no idea whom they were, he would make sure to keep his eyes on everyone, though. He led his sister to not the couch, but to the side of the couch, where they both stood. He could see his sister look about the room and study the auras of the other people, as well as the various objects in the room that clearly she gave auras to. Those particularly auras only she could see, and take away, no other auramancer, if one exist could do so, it wasn't really an ability of one anyways. Kai stood with an emotionless expression, cold, and distant, having no interest in anyone though making sure to be clearly aware of them.

After Katt was done looking at the auras - which she did every time she say someone, she could come to the conclusion that most people here felt the same about this meeting, that was to say that most people here or anyone were the type of people you would want to meet in a dark ally, so to speak. Katt leaned against Kai, who made no movement, no surprise, though sometimes in public he would say to behave. She could see why her clinging to him was the last of his worries or thoughts on his mind. Katt's expression was a dreamy one, and her eyes always added to the fact, not only dreamy, but at times she just looked confused, mind you that she wasn't. The whole harvesting thing, was something that Katt didn't like, at times, she was glad she was blind, but then times she hated it. It made the screams, the cries, the beginning - it made them all worse. Neither she nor her brother liked what they had to do, if she were truely honest with herself she was never one hundred percent sure how she got here, Kai seemed to talk in circles, but she let it be. She wondered what all this was about, her brother had always told her to stay far away from the other harvesters, so she didn't open her mouth to speak to them, but she did love conversing with people, and she missed it.

Rose was still contemplating when there was a thud followed by screaming and moaning. She knew that voice anywhere.... Before Rose even had any time to react, she was being tackled and smoothered by Charlotte. "Nyx.." She whimpered, "You won't let mean ol' Gullies kill me, will you? Or this boorrriiinng meeting leave me just so drained, right?" She glanced around to see Havok and Shallow had arrived as well. Both were giving her the awkward homo stare. Rose snarled. Although she didn't give a damn about what men thought of her, she absolutely refused to be labled as 'Charlotte's millionth lover.' Hell no. She watched as the Blood and Eyes joined the party. No! She needed to do something fast.

Calmly, Rose smiled at Charlotte and said, "Of course not...." She then proceded to grab Charlotte's arm and fling her into the glass table causing it to crack.

"Because I'll kill you first!" She sat back against the couch again and continued, "Why are you such a damn handfull? Honestly you're more trouble then you're worth."

She sighed. Ever since she met Charlotte, Rose had been forced into the position of bailing out Charlotte in order to prevent her from finally getting impaled by Havok's arrows. Although, Rose would probably be a lot happier not having to worry about being raped everytime she goes to bed. The only reason she probably did protect her was simply because her pride wouldn't allow a fellow woman to get bested by a man.

Inside the tall, dark building, there was a room, the door was brown and the wall was black. It was a room that even the guards had troubles walking passed it for you see, the door of the room wasn't brown...at least. it didn't use to be brown. No, it used to be a simple white wooden door with a golden handle...what'd happened to it then? Why was it brown, you might ask...it's simple, really. The brown color of the door wasn't a natural color. It was the color...of dry blood. Yes, you're corrected...someone had painted the white door with blood and let it dry. Do you understand why the guards were so afraid then?...because, behind that bloody door, contained a monster - a monster with a human face. And the monster's name was...Frankenstein Brokenheart.

There was a lot of strange noises coming from the room right now. It was the giggle...of a man. If one listened carefully enough, they might even hear someone talking to themselves. Yes, Frankenstein was a madman indeed...and he was having his fun right now. The giggles increased as well as the mumbles. No one would dare try to interrupt him at this moment.

"...he he he...bloody, bloody...I'm bloody Frankenstein...he he he..."

Kowareta giggled as he slashed his wrist one more time and watched with childish glee as blood oozed out of his wounds. Clapping his hands, he giggled again as the blood stained his floor and he touched it in amazement. He spoke to no-one as his tongue licked the blood hungrily "...he he he...tada tada tada...he he he..." The alarm clock gave a long, shrilling noise as it was the right time for a meeting or something like that, Frankenstein wasn't really sure about that. Everything was hazy right now...Hazy...Haze...they're kinda similar words, right? What's a 'haze' again? He forgot. But well, who cared about some Haze, he wanted to play. He stood up and walked to the table, his body swaying back and forth like a drunk. Taking the bandage and clumsily wrapped it around his bloody wrist, Frankenstein smiled as he raised his hands in front of him "...all nice and clean!... he he he..."

He opened his room and walked out, completely ignored the guards as they looked at him warily. Meeting meant missions....and missions meant blood...while blood meant fun! He giggled and walked to his destination, humming a merry tune.

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As he walked to the room. He looked at it and grinned as he heard some familiar voices - his fellow Harvesters...how fun was that? He opened the door without even bother knocking it and waved his hand happily, greeting them "...Hello, what's up? he he he..." He covered his mouth with the palm of his hand, trying to suppress a giggle to no avail. As h e looked around, trying to find his favorite Harvesters, Frankenstein asked absently "...where're Richard and Feng?...They promised to play with me today...he he he...I think I just found something interesting to play yesterday...he he he...poor souls...he he he...we can play doctors!..." Clapping his hands together again and created a childish squeak, Frankenstein said cheerfully "...or you guys can play with me...you guys are the experiments and I'm the doctor...he he he..." He stopped giggling for a minute and bounced happily to where Lucas was standing "....Hey, Lucy!...what's a 'haze'? I forgot...Wait, your name isn't Lucy...it's Lucas...Lucas, Lucy...he he he...get it? It's funny..." The madman continued to speak as he danced around each person like a child, completely ignored their reactions...well, at least he was in one of his 'childish happiness'. It was a lot better than he was in his 'mad, sadistic mode'.

The streets of The Underworld reeked of something lovely today, probably freshly spilt blood. Richard felt alleviated after drowning himself in the thick scent, but where was it radiating from. That didn't matter at this moment, for he had received a reminiscent blank envelope holding an all too familiar letter. "A very important meeting, heh." Richard was far from believing that this meeting was going to be of any importance, sure they group finally finished their five year training session, but who cared. 'Maybe Swain will actually show his face, oooooo, I wonder if his blood tastes, good...' Richard just adored basking in the scent, or drowning in the feel, or especially cherishing the taste of the thick red liquid.

His lengthy trek through The Underworld came to stop upon entering the Krux Building. He walked into the bland waiting room; it was too empty for his taste, and unlucky for him, he wasn't the tenth person to enter. Richard was always the tenth person to attend a meeting or any gathering for that matter, he just loved being tenth. That was what he loved, the number ten, and well being consistent was a plus. "Ah, I'm early." Richard entered the room rather quietly, noticing the multiple Harvesters that flooded the room, then placing his eyes on Havok. 'Oye, such a fellow, here?' Richard wasn't paying any particular attention to anything, but noticed that Frankenstein was standing before him. "Ah, I believe I forgot about the little 'play date' we had scheduled. I apologize Frankie, heh." Richard really didn't feel too bad about missing the play date, he just enjoyed the combat aspect of it.

The dark haired man sat at the Chair, a cup of red liquid in his hands. For passers by, it would seem odd that such a dark figure seemed to be sipping tea, but upon closer inspection, the liquid was obviously not tea. Blood's metallic taste had always allured Lance, and today was no exception. Sure, Lance was meant to be at a Meeting, but he couldn't be on time all the time, could he? And besides, he was going to make full usage of the fact that the Cafe Owner owed him his life. Lance took another sip and clicked his fingers, observing as a Waiter made her way over to him, her blonde hair blowing in the slight artificial winds of the Underworld.

Her slender body was athletic, with toned muscles all around, but they didn't make her seem disgusting to anyone. She was fit, obviously, but she wasn't one of those crazed bodybuilders that pumped themselves full of chemicals and toxins in hopes that they would grow to an immense size, able to crush anyone in front of them, although Lance was sure that he and the other Harvesters could easily take them down, they were just Human, after all.

The girl's blonde hair flapped about lazily as she leaned down and took his cup from him. Her tanned skin glowing slightly and she bent over, giving Lance a good look at her body. Her breasts were above average, that was for sure, and her thighs were admirable. Lance licked his lips, thinking about how nice it would be to get between them and have some fun. He wasn't a rapist though, no, he was too polite for that. Well, most of the time, anyways. He stood, thanking the Girl and giving her a slap on the ass as he left. He was sure she was staring at him as he left. He felt her amber eyes digging into the back of his skull, whether in hatred or pleasure, he didn't know, and right now he didn't care to find out. He grinned at some passers by that passed him on the way to his destination, and nodded his head, a signal to which they hastily replied. It was a 'Hello', without speech. Lance's way of acknowledging somebodies existence. He continued on his journey, slightly anticipating what was to come.

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He eventually reached Krux's massive Building, one that towered above the rest, casting everything around it in a darkness that signified just how insignificant the general populace of the Underworld was. Lance pushed the door open, stepping into the expansive lobby, but not bothering to look around. He located the elevator and stepped inside, heading to the designated floor where he and the others were to meet Swain, face to face, for the first time. He closed his eyes, rubbing his temples to relieve whatever had been building up inside of him. Hsi thoughts wandered, and he began thinking.

Lance was curious. Why had Swain chosen to actually speak to them in Person, it was usually one of his underlings that spoke to the Harvesters, which meant that this was important, or at least something new to Krux. Maybe a new recruit? No, Krux wouldn't hire anybody else unless it was absolutely necessary, and Lance highly doubted that it was necessary that day. Maybe today would be fun, since their Training had finished. Five years that were boring and slightly, and irritatingly, easy. Lance had worked as a Butler, and was used to hard work and strict rules, so he got along fine. He opened his eyes as the customary 'ding' of the Elevator doors opening resounded throughout his tiny space, and he observed the fact that practically everyone, or maybe everyone, aside from Swain, of course, was already assembled in the room before him. He stepped into the room, looking over everybody present. He sighed and stalked over to the seat in the furthest corner of the room, far away from the crowds. Crowds... Lance hated them, so loud and busy and obnoxious. Crowds also brought back... unpleasant memories. Were they really unpleasant though? Lance could only remember his Mansion life, his Mother's face and name, and... well, what happened to him, of course. He would never forget that. It was always in the back of his mind, tormenting him, torturing him with the fact that he couldn't remember who abused him. Who took advantage of his innocence. Lance... no, Deon would never forgive them, but Lance was a bit busy right now.

Lance slammed his right hand down onto the table beside him, sending a small electrical charge through it. His left hand rubbed his forehead in anger and frustration, and he groaned. It'd been so long since he'd had a good, relaxing sleep. He liked sleep, and since he wasn't technically a Butler anymore, although he still technically was part time, he was still almost permanently sleepy. Insomnia is a bitch, you know. Lance shook his head and blinked away his anger, closing his eyes again immediately afterward, meditating to relieve stress. His Mother took him to see a Councillor, who had taught him how to Meditate. He closed his eyes, crossed his legs and focused on nothing, but kept his sensed about him so that he could tell what was going on around him.

Inside his head, a Maelstrom was brewing, and it didn't look good for anyone who pissed him off.

Ace was already awake and on his way to the Krux Headquarters. He decided to take the scenic route, that is if anything could be scenic in the underworld. The route Ace took had more prostitutes but less Murder, slavery, and worst of it all child sex slaves. He hated Child Sex Slaves, if he could get away with it he would slaughter every person that forced a child to have sex for money. As he started walking looked up at the dark red sky, it's as if the sky was blended with blood to create a beautiful Permanent Hazy Sunset. Prostitutes looked at Ace as he wore his suit. He didn't look back but something caught the corner of his eye. Behind one prostitutes' legs was a small little girl, only about eight. He stopped and walked over to her mother. He handed her some money and left. "That wasn't for you, that was for her...that be enough to start moving out of these slums. Oh and if I will be coming back..." He smiled at the young girl and continued along his path.

He made it to a cafe, the scent of blood and other spices mixing in the air made a beautiful smell. All the seats were full and he was the only one actually standing. He has been to this cafe before, it was always full. Today a blonde male about 4'8" was working. "I would like The Green Tea Chai Latte Oh by the way Please no blood I don't want my coworkers to murder me over a simple drink." The man went in the back and within three minutes brought out the drink. He handed Ace the drink and Ace smiled. "Why thank you, I'm quite in a rush so I will come back and pay you later." He simply walked out knowing no one could stop him even if they wanted to.

He looked up, this time not at the sky but at the buildings, he noticed the Krux building tower out all of the others. He took an alleyway that eventually led to the Krux building. He walked into the main lobby and he stuck his tongue out to the women at the counter, it wasn't an insult it was his way of checking in. "Ah Ace the others are waiting for you, Swain has yet to come but don't worry he will arrive." she smiled and pointed to the elevator. Ace nodded and walked inside, he was pretty sure he knew which floor it was. He pressed the button and elevator music played, surprisingly it was Jazz. Swain probably doesn't know about this. Ace snickered as the elevator doors opened. He could make out the others in the room ahead. He continued walking and looked at everyone else. He sat down on the leather couch opposite of Nyx. He stayed quiet for awhile and sipped his tea. He finally spoke. "Anyone know when Swain is coming?"

Like any other partially sane half-demonic human --or would it be just 'mortal'?--, it could easily be said that Feng was not, in fact, enjoying herself. What had destroyed her relatively peaceful evening of staring out the window, and pretending that the voices in her head didn't exist, had come as the form of six, no, seven words: "Swain wishes to meet with you all." Now, don't get it wrong. Swain wasn't the problem; although she wasn't exactly the most thankful for his part in inscribing four obnoxious individuals into an already occupied brain. No, Feng's worries described only the truth that she'd be stuck in a stuffy room with thirteen potentially insane Harvesters. Again, not necessarily a bad thing, but it was very difficult to make fun of any one person or even crack a joke, when half the audience would undoubtedly turn their heads and glare with faces of stone; like the embodiment of 'We are not amused. Shut up.'.

It didn't do so well to one's metabolism to be so heavily stifled, and such was the reason why these meetings kind of sucked out all the unicorns and rainbows from one's day. Which were already low in population, seeing as the lot happened to live in the underworld. Everything was scarce, especially narwhals. But what can I say? In any case, seeing as there was most probably some type of significance in this little gathering, Feng could do nothing else but plaintively sigh and heft a polearm over her shoulders; forced to listen to the sound of cows dying as she walked out her bedroom door. Which, although it sounded incredibly funny to Feng's ears, ended abruptly a few moments later; followed by the high-pitched shriek. From just that, there really wasn't a question about who and what happened; even as this Chinese lady wasn't quite near the door yet.

Although, of course, there was that distinct, ominous feeling for a certain sexually driven animal; along with that tiny inkling that she was forgetting something, neither of which garnered much attention at the moment. In any case, as Feng neared the meeting room just after Ace, her normal, easygoing mood overlooked the kid's casual features; and such was the way, with a slight smile on her face, that the only Asian child of all the Harvesters waltzed in. The first thing she noticed, of course, was that the sexual predator was currently sprawled over a cast-iron table; followed by a disgruntled Rose on a couch. Like routine, actually. Closely behind that was Frankenstein and Richard, two guys in a crowd that she honestly had absolutely no idea how she'd gotten involved in. At the sight of both, Feng finally remembered the little scheduled 'playdate' she'd promised; a decision she'd only first agreed to on an easy whim. Then, well, there was no stopping the fact that she'd have to follow through. But whatever.

Everyone else, as it was, were situated normally enough not to make too much of an impression. But shame. I'm not the last. That could've pissed off a couple uptight people. In any case, seeing as the play date duo had probably forgotten about the affair by now already, several choices presented themselves. One would be to hang around a overly morbid character, another for perhaps some delightful silence, and the last, well, who just hands themselves to Elissa? Michael, shut up. Not everyone happens to be a literal angel. Yes, she would still kill you in the most gruesome way. Voices in her head aside, there was really only one option any sane person would pick: being that of hanging out with Rose, Reial and Ace. Because, you know, intelligent silence is hard to come by; and both would most probably not mind a sarcastic comment. Because it's just that hard to resist in a meeting, yes.

Thinking that perhaps, just maybe, she'd need it for a potential assault, Feng lifted her sheathed polearm from her back and set it beside her; waving a simple hello as she set down beside Rose. One pointed glance at Elissa, then Rose, couldn't help but prompt a comment; especially as the two had an incredibly amusing love-hate relationship. Or at least that was what it looked like. "You two having fun, again? I get that it's how you show love, and I know that the table needed some too, but it really could do better. You should throw her at Richard, next." Degrading the guy was a fun past-time, as well as annoying him. Most of the reason why she did so was very plainly because he still believed in trust and loyalty, even when they happened to, you know, be in the underworld.. Actually, it does look like it's been a while since he got some..

But in any case, that was that. "Anyone know when Swain is coming?" A simple shrug was all Feng could give, waiting for another to answer. It was normal just to assume that he'd get there when all thirteen, fourteen including the twins, were assembled. Which would hopefully happen sometime very soon, since Elissa was bound to go on a rampage with or without sooner or later. Yes, Satan, that's a bad thing.

Rose glanced over as Tai sat down. A warm smile crossed her face as her friend sat down. "Ah, Tai!"

"You two having fun, again? I get that it's how you show love, and I know that the table needed some too, but it really could do better. You should throw her at Richard, next."

Rose smirked at her snide comment. "Why don't you just run Richard through with your polearm already and call it good?" She laughed. Feng was the one person among the Harvesters that gave Rose a sense of peace in her life of chaos. They often made sarcastic jokes about the others and their surroundings as an attempt to hang onto their humanity.

"Anyone know when Swain is coming?" "Does anyone know when Swainee baby will be here?"

Hmmm. Good questions. Where WAS Swain? Rose figured he was going to show himself when all the Harvesters arrived. All of us were here except for two. Rose answered there question, "We can't complain about Swain being late when not all of us can show up on time even."

Rose returned her attention back to Feng and decided to get revenge. She was about to throw a clever retort about Feng and her playdates with Franken when Charlotte recovered and had locked onto Feng. This set Rose over the edge. Swiftly pulling her scythe from off her back, she set the weapon on fire and put it in between Feng and Charlotte.

"Don't make me tell you to behave again, Charlotte." Rose stared her down, daring her to make a move. Although, anything she did would probably just entice Charlotte more. She glanced over at Havok for help. He was probably the strongest among us and he wasn't even a Harvester. Perhaps that's why Swain appointed him as his right hand man.

((Sorry Haze, but I must borrow Havok. Oh and your partner assignments are listed in the OOC.))



Rose protested and pleaded with Feng to rethink her actions as she shoved her scythe away. "Tai! You can't be serious... Don't give into Charlotte's demands! You underestimate her! You have no idea the kinds of things... she'll DO to you..." She shivered as she recalled an obviously disturbing memory. She was about to let loose another stream of protests when she noticed how restless everyone was getting. Having all thirteen, including both twins, Harvesters in one room was probably not a wise decision.

Luckily, it seemed as if everyone wouldn't have to wait for much longer. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Gullies did a silent headcount and followed it with a satisfied nod. No one else seemed to notice as he walked over to the large red wall and lean against it. Rose couldn't quite make out what he did exactly, but whatever he did, the wall began to pull apart to unveil a large dark hallway. Everyone silenced their mindless chatter to stare at the new hallway.

Havok motioned with his head for everyone to follow him. Rose stood their for a moment just staring at the hallway then proceded to be the first one to enter. The hallway was long and twisted and seemed to go on forever. Perhaps it did. It finally came to abrupt halt to a door. Gullies opened the door and revealed a large room with a meeting table in the center. It had a total of sixteen chairs around the table and each gothic-style chair had a numeral marked on the back. Except for two. One of which Gullies took beside.... a taken chair. There, at the very end of the table, was him. Swain. He gave off every vibe as being a very important and a very shrewd business man. Although, he didn't seem very old. Only in his thirties, if that. He had long white hair that ended at his shoulder and was very tall. Even when seated. He was adorned in a pure white suit with gold trimmings. Very flamboyent and gaudy. There was also one more detail that caused Rose to frown when she laid eyes on him. He was wearing a carnival mask that covered only the upper portion of his face.

For five long years, they hadn't even heard a direct word from him and even now he wouldn't show his face to them? The more she thought about it, the more it caused her to frown. Even so, she still took her seat towards the middle of the table. The chair labled, "VII." Rose propped her head up with one arm while the other drummed her slender fingers against the mahogany table. As the first one to sit down, Swain turned to smile at her beneath his shrowd of mystery. She gave him a half smile and then proceded to frown again at her thoughts.

As soon as everyone proceded to sit in their assigned seats, Swain stood up and cleared his voice. Just as Rose thought, he was a very tall man and towered over the table.

"Good evening to all of you. As all of you know, my name is Swain." He said as an almost purr. His voice sent shivers down Rose's spines. His voice was beautiful and hypnotic, but was completely unhuman. His voice wasn't like anything she'd ever heard before.

"Now, first of all, I'm sure you're all wondering why I'm wearing this mask... As much as I'd love to share my identity with you all, I cannot at this point in time. Why? Because we've been infiltrated." Rose's eyebrows raised at the comment. Infiltrated? How is that possible?

"You fourteen, including Gullies, are the last people I can trust. However, before I can get into that matter, I'd like to show you some things first."

He gestured towards the wall behind him as a screen lit up. On the screen were a couple charts. The title was, "Krux's Monthly Profit Compared To Rival Companies." On the very top of the chart was Krux highlighted in red. On the bottom, were a whole rainbow of lines that weren't even close to Krux. However, as you looked thorough the months, you'll notice in the last year one dark blue line that dramatically sky-rocketed up the chart right below Krux. During a couple months, the line was even above Krux's.

Rose was fairly certain she was voicing everyone's opinions when she said, "Well so? Every company has to deal with competition. No big deal."

"Ah, yes, as right as you are, Nyx, it wouldn't be any concern of the Harvesters.... if an incident hadn't occured yesterday. It was quickly covered up, so no one would learn of it. Now, I'd like you to pay very close attention to the next picture..."

A new picture appeared on the screen and Rose raised her eyebrows. Now, a normal person would probably either pass out, vomit, or scream, but the Harvesters were quite used to this kind of thing. Even so, it did mildly surprise Rose.

On the screen was a brutal homocide of a woman. Not just any woman either. She was known as Swain's secretary, Nira. Rose often saw her running about the building taking care of things that needed to be done. She was a thin lady with sleak blonde hair. She reminded Rose of a fox. Now, she lay on the ground maliciously ripped and torn to pieces. She was barely recognizable. The only thing left in tact was her head with a look of pure horror etched into her face. The rest of her body was scattered about. Some of her organs were cruelly sown back together in unnatural positions. However, the detail that really left an impression was the message. Written beside the gory mess was a short sentence typed out in..... bones. Nira's bones specifically. It said, "STEP DOWN." Rose was sure to take in one more insignificant detail before Swain took the picture down. A medium-sized black feather lying next to Nira's head.

"So, as you all can see, we have reason to believe this rival company was the one who organized this distasteful show of aggression. However, we have no clue what this organization's name even is. Out in the market, they're simply known as Company X. Because of all this secrecy, it's very difficult to track them. We do believe that there's evidence somewhere. In fact, we believe that a few of their followers are still hanging around in the building. Which leads me to give you your first assignment as full-fledged Harvesters. Investigate any evidence, destroy the spies, and bring your findings. Also one more thing, absolutely NO killing of any other individuals other than the spies. If you kill an innocent, you will severely punished."

Swain put an emphasis on 'severely punished', which sent yet another chill down Rose's spine. This man was extremely powerful. You could feel it coming off of him in waves.

"Final note. I'm assigning you into pairs. None of you are to go without your partners." He waved his arm and a stack of black letters flew out. One landing in front of each person.

"Each has your partner along with the sector you will be investigating. Good luck to you all." With that, the meeting was over and we were free to go. As she strolled out, she carefully opened the letter. She nearly screamed when she saw who her partner was. This can't be..... how can I be stuck with HIM! she ranted in her head. She crumbled the letter in her hand and collapsed on the waiting room couch while hitting her head against a sofa cushion.

The letter simply stated Zehn as her partner, that they were to investigate Nira's room, and that they believed there were seven spies in total in the building somewhere. However, Rose couldn't get over the fact she was paired with a man...

Richard was observing the ever entertaining Frankie. It wasn't overly surprising that the boy... erm man would be hopping around like a crazed bunny on steroids. The only odd thing that, even after years of witnessing, even remotely creeped Richard out was the man's manic one sided conversations. "Frankie... I, forget it..." Richard figured that Frankenstein wasn't listening, like always. Richard also assumed that Frankenstein was probably the furthest gone of all the Harvesters, except maybe Elissa, but she was just a sex crazed love muffin. Either way, Richard was usually the man stuck babysitting Frankenstein, which wasn't all too bad, but it ended up being a pain in the ass moreover. He could remember one time when the two went out and Frankie had his first taste of blood in days... He essentially became a whole different person, rampaging like a rabid tasmanian devil. It literally took Richard's full strength just to restrain him and calming him was a whole different story.

As Richard returned to the situation at hand, Frankenstein appeared to be talking to him. "Hm?" He realized that Frankenstein was talking about fighting... again. "No Frankie. We will not fight, at least not now..." He listened as Frankenstein continued to ramble about his usual habit of playing doctor with anyone he could find. "You will NOT be playing doctor, now sit patiently and wait for the meeting to begin." As soon as the words left his mouth Richard knew Frankenstein would 1. whine like a four year old that's fallen on the ground and 2. begin rambling again claiming that Richard was stupid and such. Thankfully Havok had opened a a passageway leading through a dark hall where the meeting was presumably held. 'Saved by the Bell.'

Richard made sure to be the tenth person to enter the hall and the tenth person to sit, like always. His little incident in the waiting room was terrible but it seemed that nobody noticed his folly. He sat with the lovely X branded on the backrest. "Ah thy lovely ten." Richard cracked a smile of pure elation at his success, proceeding to lean on his elbows that rested on the tabletop. He looked down at Swain noticing the tacky mask covering the upper half of his face. "Not revealing your identity, huh..." He spoke quietly as the remaining Harvesters fumbled around, sitting in their seats. He watched the excruciatingly boring presentation on the large screen, seemingly not amused. 'Why is this so pointless.' He listened as Rose commented, "Ah, good point Mistress Obvious." He listened in further, trying to appear interested, but then... a new picture was shown. Richard knew the face, he knew the women... His eyes widened, heart cracked and brain went blank. "NIRA!" He couldn't restrain himself, he immediately drew his sword slamming it on the table while arising from his previous posture. "SWAIN! WHO DID THIS?!?!?!" Richard was not only floored, but enraged, depressed and more importantly... losing his self control. He attempted to regain his composure but couldn't take the sight of the women he actual gave a damn about, dead... gruesomely tortured, mutilated. "I sincerely apologize... I, uh, lost my cool for a moment..." Richard returned to his seat as Swain distributed the black envelopes. He almost felt as though it wouldn't matter who he was paired with, they wouldn't understand his personal connection to the case. Either way, he opened the envelope to read the name of his partner and there location of investigation... 'Nyx and Nira's room.' The room he visited many times in his leisure.

Kai and Katt had followed everyone through the corridor, keeping their distance and staying to the back of the crowed. Katt seemed to think the hall went on forever, especially since she couldn't see it as the others did, all it seemed like was endless walking. But finally, the two ended up in a large room Kai noticed had all the chairs numbers with their numerical symbols, how quaint. He and Katt were never ones to sit down in a room full of strangers or people who could be potentially dangerous, especially in this room of psychos, Kai wasn't about to make himself comfortable, he rarely did anyways - he had his sister to take care of. As everyone made themselves comfortable, Swain introduced himself and started speaking, the fact that his face was hidden was not a surprise to Kai, but he thought it made him more than cowardly. The harvesters could go out and risk their lives and show their faces to everyone, but Swain, he seemed to oh so powerful could not. How surprising. His speech about the company was of no interest to him, and his sister seemed to get nothing from it at all, he could see her glance at him occasionally to see how he was responding to this. However, it was the horrific scene which got his attention.

One of the harvesters burst out into some fit about things, and one seemed to find it ever so amusing. Is was disgusting, disturbing, and he was glad that Katt couldn't see it. The upside to her lack of sight, she couldn't see everything in this world as the others could. She did however seem to understand, it was explained, what had happened to her - he saw her cringe a bit next to him. She did have an imagination, what was worse was she saw that dead - so she never liked hearing about them. It did occur to him, that she might even be able to communicate with the secretary, but that was mostly possible if one was in the area of the death or if one knew the person. There were of course rare occurrences where they followed her. The whole thing didn't sit well with Kai, the step down business, he just imagined more bodies like that of the secretary. The reactions of the harvesters were just as he thought, they were so desensitized, some even liked it, most probably had done similar themselves. He wondered if they were always like this, or the underworld made them this way. How did they stay sane? It was true Kai has changed a bit, but he held on to sanity. He could only figure it was because they had one another.

Katt looked around at the words not allowing everyone to harm the innocent. She didn't know this world held true innocent people, Kai had always told her no one in this world is innocent, this always made her think of herself. He always gave her a forced smile and said she was the only one. She didn't know how this was true with blood having been on her hands. Afterwards, Swain, whom she immediately wasn't fond of assigned them to jobs - and partners. She looked at Kai who was not amused, in the least. This was their first real job, so to speak, and she knew Kai wasn't fond of people, it had always just been the two of them. Katt had always wanted to be around other people, people that weren't dead, but the people in the underworld were...different. She was feeling conflicted, it was almost giving her a headache.

Kai grabbed a black letter, one which was given to all the harvesters, and one for he and his sister. He had thought maybe he would just be with Katt, they would be their own team, but upon reading it he crumpled up the letter within his hand find yourselves a team. "This is such a waste of time." he said, looking around at the harvesters. He didn't want to work with any of them, and he thought Katt shouldn't have to be near any of them. "Kai, what did it say?" after a long moments silence he responded, "Nothing, it didn't say anything." Katt folded her arms and titled her head. "I am the human lie detector, so tell m the truth." It was true, she could see through anyone. "We have to pair up with an existing team." he said, sounding quite bitter. "I don't think there is a person in here that wouldn't kill the person next to them, just for the hell of it." Katt looked around at all the different auras, "Do we...get to choose?" Her question not really directed to anyone, she then watched the auras move around, and it seem many of them were heading out of the room or grouping up already.

Katt Ameline and Kai Ameline

Katt watched as one aura spoke to another, one person whom was assumed to be Swain, and another, a female. She had a particular interest in her, and couldn't help but give a goofy smile as she heard and watched her storm off. She appeared frustrated and troubled, Katt was determined to pick this team - or the team this girl was on. Katt walked in the direction the girl went, the room lightning up an electric blue as she did so, everything its own aura. The girl had chosen to go down what she could only assume was an elevator, being that she disappeared into it, and there was no knowing which floor she went to.

Kai followed Katt as she seemed to chase what he could guess was the girl throwing a fit about the team she was given. He couldn't blame her, he wasn't feeling too happy about now. As they walked he through about Swain, the main never sat well with him. He always thought the harvesters were just little pieces in part of his chess game, that he himself controlled. He thought he was two faced, but there really was nothing he could do at the moment, he surely couldn't die doing something stupid and leave his sister. At least not now. Kai came to a halt as the lights flickered off, "Oh, what a coincidence." he said to himself. It was pitch black, and he was unable to see. While he could go on senses alone, this was where his sister would shine. "Looks like I'm going into this blind, I need you to be my eyes." he said to the darkness.

Katt turned around, wondering why she needed to be his eyes, but she was not going to question it. Katt started to manipulate Kai's body, like a puppet, leading him right in front of the elevator. "Open it." he said. She gently had him place his hands on it, and as he did so, she watched the glowing blue box turn into two opening doors, doors which stayed open - the power was out. "Stay still." she said, walking beside him, she noticed there was nothing to walk into - the bottom of the elevator was far away, and that was because it as. "It's stuck, down there." she said, seeing that the elevator was around the fifth level. She moved Kai's arms up up, just hovering over the area a bit, "Is that too far down?" she asked.

How irritating, the distance of the elevator, the two of them would have to take the stairs. He didn't even know if they would catch the girl anymore. Kai walked towards what he assumed were stairs, and as he made his way down them, changed the cuffs on his hands into sharp blades that connected to his arms. Katt was quiet, which was rare, perhaps it was just the concentration of controlling his body as well as looking for other people. They finally reached the bottom of the stairs and he heard Katt step down beside him. In the distance, they saw a small lit fire, in the air somewhat. "Well?" he asked Katt quietly. However she didn't answer and he felt himself jolted and walking towards the light, he hoped that meant it was. He sighed, this whole team thing was getting on his last nerve.

Katt walked towards the familiar Aura, with the thought in her mind that perhaps the girl might attack her. "Hey there, my -"

Kai rolled his eyes. "We're part of your team now." he stated, as if the girl didn't have a choice in the matter. He then heard a person calling for the girl. If Katt had chose wrong, they would be paired up with psychopaths, the girl couldn't have been all that bad if Katt went after her, he couldn't say the same for this other person though. Kai then heard the familiar sound of Katt's guns beyond pulled out of the holsters.

((Come on guys. I know it's that time of year where everyone is magically busy all the time, but please. Some of you guys have partners waiting on you. If you have time to check for posts and put something in the OOC, you can surely come up with a quick post telling how you met up with your partner.. As for the rest of you waiting on partners, go on ahead. I don't want everyone to get stuck waiting and bored because some of us had matters to take of. That's what journal entries and myself are for. I'm always here to help weave you back in.))



Rose glanced over her shoulder and was about to cut off one of Katt's arms, but she stopped midway when she realized who it was. "Oh! You're that little twin girl who's always being sheltered by her older brother. What are you two doing here?" The girl was about to speak when she was suddenly interupted by her obsessive brother.

"We're part of your team now." "Huh. Lovely." she replied. Rose didn't mind the girl. She even considered Katt to be adorable and what Rose desired to have back the most, innocence. As for having TWO males to work with, not too sure about that fact.

"Ah, Rose!? Where are you comrade?" She scowled at the voice. It was Zehn... She watched as he approached with his own weapon lit. Katt drew her pistols.

"Hey, don't worry. It's just my.... partner..." She put extra disgust on the word partner. "Well it's about time you showed up, Zehn. Did you have to wait till it was 10 o' clock to show up? Anyway, it seems that the Gemini Harvesters are with us."

Rose peered down the seemingly endless hallway. If she remembered correctly, this floor was basically like a maze... it had several hallways that branched off into each other. One could easy get lost pretty quick if they didn't know where they were going.

"Alright, as you've noticed, the power is out. It seems as if our enemies are trying to hide under the cover of darkness and probably either escape, or come up behind us. I'll use my ghost eyes to see if I can get a lock on." She turned to Katt. "It's an ability similiar to your auras, except different. I can look beyond my eyesight, but I can't read emotions or personalities unfortunately.."

Rose set her scythe in the crook of her elbow then touched her hands to her temples. If the others looked at her, they'd see she was not only floating, but her eyes were glowing an eerie white. When looking through her eyes, it was like looking at everything in negative. Plus walls appeared as flimsy windows. With her ability, she could reach out and track any living thing in a 100 meter radius. She could also predict movements as well in battle. However, something was wrong. The connection was..... fuzzy. She could sense two figures besides her group, but.... she couldn't get a location on them. It was as if there was some sort of unknown interference. She cut her search off and turned back to reality.

"It's... odd. None of the staff are here... but there are two rogue figures and they're moving. However, there's a problem. I don't know where they are... Why Zehn and I investigate Nira's room, I'd reccomend you two stay close. We don't know what we're dealing with." She stated while of course drumming her fingers against her arm. This whole situation wasn't sitting well with Rose.

"So, are you going to lead the way to your 'lover's room', Zehn?"

Richard approached who he assumed was Rose, at least, until he heard her snarky remark. "Hey, don't worry. It's just my.... partner..." The emphasis of disgust on the word partner, of course. "I hope you know that I can hear you..." He figured it wouldn't matter much since she probably didn't care much, but she did respond. "Well it's about time you showed up, Zehn. Did you have to wait till it was 10 o' clock to show up? Anyway, it seems that the Gemini Harvesters are with us." He didn't appreciate the condescending attitude Rose exhibited, he actually hated it. "No, you wouldn't have to wait until 10, for I am here, no?" He figured she was trying to strike him with every opportunity, just waiting for him to bust. "I'll presume you'll find that I am not blind, nor am I an imbecile!" ~Phew, Richard was getting a little hot under the collar, these antics of Rose's were getting a little irritating, but he kept it cool.

He listened as she tried to explain her little sensory power, which Richard found a little interesting, but he figured it wouldn't hold against his natural combatitive talents. He listened intently as she talked after activating her sensory ability, "Two rogues... are you sure they're rogues and not staff?" Richard assumed Rose was having some sort of complication just by her slight drawback while using the ability, be he wasn't certain. "Again, are you sure? I think it'd be better to split up, we should attempt to corner the two 'rogues' if anything." Richard didn't expect Rose to listen to his strategy, especially when she's one of those women who hates men. He didn't bother continuing as it appeared nobody was listening to his advice. But, of course, Rose had to strike while the iron was hot... "So, are you going to lead the way to your 'lover's room', Zehn?" Richard's eyes widened just abit. He was so close to losing it, he was just moments away from that rage. 'GOD DAMNIT! I can't stand this BITCH!' Richard was a hair's width away from that point, but he turned shy. He couldn't fight Rose, not here, not now, not when he wouldn't be satisfied, not yet. He simply knew the way to the target's room, "She wasn't my lover... and I suggest you hold your tongue." Richard left his blade's tip pointing at Rose's mouth, he didn't want to have to fight this vile, distasteful being of a Harvester. He didn't want to taste the blood of such a disgusting creature. They were all mad, but Rose, she wasn't the normal mad... She wasn't the combat enthusiast like he was, she was just emotionally corrupted. 'Damn her...'