Introduction
Everyone knows of the underworld. That bastion of hatred, nestled deep within chasm of our worlds bosom. The resting nexus for the malefic spirits of the damned, and the womb of creatures far more twisted, and before your misconceptions set in, let me tell you. This is no fire and brimstone. The jagged landscape is swathed in grime-soaked, and raw steel work, cryptic rivets adorn everything. Massive industrial fans lazily spin twenty-four-seven, pipes rush muck and bile out of the city, and into massive sub-bedrock incinerators, while thickly grated vents hiss and puff thick clouds of red miasma, and other toxins, leaving the entire ground floor permanently covered in a thick fog, and a lair of grime and blood coat everything in sight. Towering “Skyscrapers” jut out amongst countless factories, some of the only things to rise above the hissing miasma. Back allies make up the true inner workings of the city, like a twisted mixture between a delicate spider's web, and a vascular system, pumping sewage, corpses, drugs, and blood money day and night.
Deep within the mire, The Black Quarter sits by itself. One of the few non-industrial divisions of the city, and it functions as the very beating heart, and bleeding soul of the common man's Black Market. Forged in greedy and depraved violence, the sprawling Aspect Of Greed hosts any and all businesses, as long as they hold to a single creed. Profit, above, and in spite of all. This tainted, gore-soaked gem serves as the Underworld's main link to Humanity. The Black Market of man not only originated in the harsh depths of the Quarter, but still runs directly from it. The Mafia, Cartels, Death Dealers, even petty drug dealers are the Quarter’s children. Corrupted, vile, and otherwise shady humans can seek temporary refugee within the Underworld via a connection to the surface at the very heart of the Quarter. There is however, a catch, like all deals. The thick miasma that seeps through the entire underworld is a deadly toxin, even to the most corrupted of humans. So those seeking to make deals, get richer, or hide from whatever laws breath down their necks have only a month's reprieve. To a resourceful human however, a month in the belly of hell can be an eternity of profit..
It may go without saying, but within the safe shroud of Hell, not a single thing is to low for her denizens. Murder, prostitution, back door deals, stock trading, slavery, human trafficking, child sex slaves, snuff films, torture, experimentation on humans, necrophilia, genocide. Whatever you can think of, whatever horrific little shadow haunts your fevered nightmares is merely another day. Surprisingly however, there are laws, and not even the most arrogant, and vile human would dare attempt to break them.
First Law: The Underworld is an unspoken Haven. You do not speak its name, you do not mention it's existence.
Second Law: You do not attempt to break a deal with The Devil. To do so is to forfeit more than your life, or your soul.
And lastly, probably the most sacred of all laws..You don't ever, ever, even dream of crossing Krux.
Krux Incorporated's lavish Scraper towers above absolutely everything, just like the men and women within it. Looming over every Aspect, ever district, every shack and factory, nothing escapes the steely gave of Krux. This monolithic company is in every way a business, they own business, which means they own you, and they own every dollar, bloody or not, that will ever slip through your dirty little fingers. With their power, came a responsibility, which down here is just a pretty way of saying even more power. Using their position, they quickly assumed the role of “police”, enforcing the basic laws, and carrying out judgment without any sort of mercy, or due process. If you thought you were smart enough, tough enough, or corrupted enough to slip through the fingers of Hell, Krux made sure the agony you felt served as a reminder that you couldn't.
Five years ago, the frontrunner and chairmen of Krux, Swain, they called him, had what he felt to be a premonition. He was convinced something was coming, something more horrific than any cretin could imagine, something that threatened his empire. He claimed something was going to change soon, and it would in turn change everything, all of it. The money, the power, the connection, and the safety of the Underworld would collapse in an instant. A literal mountain of funds were dumped into a newly created branch of Krux, and orders where issued everywhere. It was time that the Devil's enforcer got its own, hyper-vigilant immune system, a flawless, and aggressive defense for the company.
It started slowly, a manhunt with prerequisites down to a T, only the finest could even be considered. The search was on for humans, specifically the still living, and specifically possessed by Madness.
“Madness” was a fickle thing, originally a horrific neuro-toxin developed from the Miasma of Hell itself, which crept through the fissures, leaking onto the surface in very small amounts. This birthed what we know as “insanity”, but the truth is far more complex. One of the most intricate toxins imaginable, it's actually somewhat symbiotic in design, however the requirements to sustain it are so severe, few humans in it's history have managed. The few that do master it's taint however, surpass even Daemons in terms of strength, and power, while also becoming immune to the Miasma. These “chosen” humans were the main targets. Swain himself personally sent each “Altered” human a letter, secured in a velvety black envelope, and as soon as they accepted his contract, they were collected and brought to the Krux building to immediately begin training. A five year regiment of grueling training was all that they knew from there on out. Painstakingly taught to control, and harness the Madness within them, use specially made, personality-contoured weapons to defend the dark beauty of Krux, and even change their form to blend within the masses. These mortals are the Harvesters.
(Intro created by me, polished by Hazezon)
Character Openings:
IMPORTANT NOTE: Everyone who makes a Harvester will eventually have to create ANOTHER character when the plot thickens. I'm not revealing what role or what kind of characters they will be simply for the sake of surprises. So bear with me.
Also, I hold reservations for 24 hours.
Harvesters:
1: Roman Numeral I, Zodiac Capricorn: Taken by Duchess-Zombie
2: Roman Numeral II, Zodiac Aquarius: Taken by Zody
3: Roman Numeral III, Zodiac Pisces: Taken by Finalhazard3
4: Roman Numeral IV, Zodiac Aries: Taken by RainbowFace
5: Roman Numeral V, Zodiac Taurus: Taken by smhband
6: Roman Numeral VI, Zodiac Gemini*: Taken by Fallen
7: Roman Numeral VII, Zodiac Cancer: Taken by SolanaNight
8: Roman Numeral VIII, Zodiac Leo: Taken by blackwolf
9: Roman Numeral IX, Zodiac Virgo: Taken by Vizcious
10: Roman Numeral X, Zodiac Libra: Taken by ZombieGil
11: Roman Numeral XI, Zodiac Scorpio: Taken by Renmiri
12: Roman Numeral XII, Zodiac Sagittaurius: Taken by Hazezon
13: Roman Numeral XIII, Zodiac Ophiuchus: Taken by Fauxreality
Numeral 0, Swain's right hand man and bodyguard who was appointed after a betrayal incident and works as the Harvester's messenger. He's the one who assigns the Harvesters their tasks and communicates to Swain for the Harvesters. Played by Hazezon
CHARACTER SHEET
Handbook of the Harvester
Upon emerging from this regiment, you were greeted with five things. A handbook, your new name of your choosing, and a code name, along with two tattoos. A numeral, and a zodiac in the places of your choosing. These, you're told, are to denote you as a Harvester, a member of the elite group Krux birthed. They did not denote power, or rank, you were all equal. As for the handbook, it simply gave you the rules and guidelines for your new existence.
One: You do not leave the Underworld, unless under direct orders to do so.
Two: You never give your real name to anyone, not even to a fellow Harvester, or Swain. In fact, you're encouraged to forget your name.
Three: Do not cause any unnecessary attention in public domains unless requested to do so as part of your mission.
Four: It is preferred every Harvester submit themselves to some sort of personal training on a daily basis to maintain their peak awareness and prowess.
Five: If you come in contact with a known enemy, do not engage alone.
Six: Always remember you represent Krux, and nothing else. You are the Gem's gem, act like it.
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Handbook of the Harvester
Upon emerging from this regiment, you were greeted with five things. A handbook, your new name of your choosing, and a code name, along with two tattoos. A numeral, and a zodiac in the places of your choosing. These, you're told, are to denote you as a Harvester, a member of the elite group Krux birthed. They did not denote power, or rank, you were all equal. As for the handbook, it simply gave you the rules and guidelines for your new existence.
One: You do not leave the Underworld, unless under direct orders to do so.
Two: You never give your real name to anyone, not even to a fellow Harvester, or Swain. In fact, you're encouraged to forget your name.
Three: Do not cause any unnecessary attention in public domains unless requested to do so as part of your mission.
Four: It is preferred every Harvester submit themselves to some sort of personal training on a daily basis to maintain their peak awareness and prowess.
Five: If you come in contact with a known enemy, do not engage alone.
Six: Always remember you represent Krux, and nothing else. You are the Gem's gem, act like it.
Taking place in...
The Underworld our primary setting
Home of the dead, demons, criminals, and the Harvesters.
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((Renny, I'm starting so get your character done quickly. Here's a couple things you guys HAVE to remember and do. You HAVE to use a title for every post, you HAVE to have AT LEAST 200 words in your post, and we're going to try tagging, although I've never done it before. If you don't know what I mean by title, check the posting guidelines in the OOC, or follow my example. Let's begin!))
Rose strolled into the quaint and simply decorated waiting room with the typical red, black, and white color scheme. The same colors that represented Krux on its logo. She was the first one to arrive. The room was rather large with tons of space and a limited amount of furniture to fill the space. There were two solid black leather couches that rested on a rectangular rug that was black with a crimson outlining in the center of the room. There was also a cast-iron table with a clear class top in front of the sofas. Large vases sat in each corner of the room carrying a tall vine-like plant with intricate white flowers in each one. To complete the room was a couple pictures of modern-looking art scattered across the walls with a large skinny window overlooking the Underworld.
She let loose a sigh and carefully sat down on one of the sofas while crossing her legs and her arms. She went over in her mind the message Gullies had given her and the other Harvesters. "Go to the waiting room on the top floor immediately. Swain wishes to meet with you all." Rose stared up at the ceiling. In the whole five years they'd been here, Swain had never once revealed his face to them. He hadn't even talked to them directly. Gullies told them what their orders were. Therefore, why would he suddenly want to talk to them in person? Something must have happened. Something important.
Rose sighed once more. Perhaps she was over-thinking it. The reason could be and most-likely was that since they had completed their five-year training, Swain wanted to congratulate them personally. She tried to let it go, but she still continued to drum her fingers on the smooth leather of the couch in thought.
Rose Ceilmarx(Nyx)
Rose strolled into the quaint and simply decorated waiting room with the typical red, black, and white color scheme. The same colors that represented Krux on its logo. She was the first one to arrive. The room was rather large with tons of space and a limited amount of furniture to fill the space. There were two solid black leather couches that rested on a rectangular rug that was black with a crimson outlining in the center of the room. There was also a cast-iron table with a clear class top in front of the sofas. Large vases sat in each corner of the room carrying a tall vine-like plant with intricate white flowers in each one. To complete the room was a couple pictures of modern-looking art scattered across the walls with a large skinny window overlooking the Underworld.
She let loose a sigh and carefully sat down on one of the sofas while crossing her legs and her arms. She went over in her mind the message Gullies had given her and the other Harvesters. "Go to the waiting room on the top floor immediately. Swain wishes to meet with you all." Rose stared up at the ceiling. In the whole five years they'd been here, Swain had never once revealed his face to them. He hadn't even talked to them directly. Gullies told them what their orders were. Therefore, why would he suddenly want to talk to them in person? Something must have happened. Something important.
Rose sighed once more. Perhaps she was over-thinking it. The reason could be and most-likely was that since they had completed their five-year training, Swain wanted to congratulate them personally. She tried to let it go, but she still continued to drum her fingers on the smooth leather of the couch in thought.
Havok & Charlotte
A horrid sound, something between an exasperated woman's moan, and the wounded, deranged howls of a wild beast echoed through the hall of Krux as Charlotte was once more dragged to her duties by the ever impassive Havok. "Guuullliiieeeessssss.." She whined, trying to slip in a hint of a seductive tone while trying to wriggle free of the man's iron grip. "Why do I have to be here too? Can't they at least start without me? Did you HAVE to drag me out of that brothel? I'd paid for an hour and everything..". Her pleas had little effect on her captor, and if anything just caused his vice-grip of a hold on her to intensify, much to her displeasure. "But, Gullies..Come on now.." Her voice had slipped an entire octave, and her tone laced in a lustful husk. One of many attempts to try and sway the man, most were met with a shrug but Gullies' famous patience was wearing thin when it came to the woman's antics. He knew today was important, and he knew why, he was also supposed to be there several hours ago, but he'd been informed of Charlotte's lack of a desire to attend Swain's wonderful soiree. With a soft, monotone sigh he flung the annoying woman in front of him, letting go as he did so, sending her directly into a wall. "Then walk.".
Krux would be alive with the moaning and groaning of a "Wounded" Charlotte all the way to the top floor, where all of it ceased for a momentary girly-shriek of pleasure.
Charlotte's eyes had diligently swept over the waiting room the second the door had opened, and instantly her eyes had fixated on the one other person, Nyx. A severe elation shot through her body, accompanied with the faint heat of a certain ripple as she eyed the girl. Wasting no time, and not giving Havok a good shot at grabbing her before she could make it to her new-found potential fun, she bolted from the elevator doors and made a mad dash at the couch, jumping as high as she could before crashing directly into Nyx's lap, flinging her arms around the girls neck instantly and pouting. "Nyx.." She whimpered, "You won't let mean ol' Gullies kill me, will you? Or this boorrriiinng meeting leave me just so drained, right?" Her shimmering little manipulative eyes locked directly with Nyx's, much like Havok's icy, deadpan stare did from the elevator, which he was slowly stepping out of.
Cooley striding over to the pair, he just stood a few feet from the couch, his arms folded, and his eyes dead, their fixation bouncing between the females. "Behave.."
A horrid sound, something between an exasperated woman's moan, and the wounded, deranged howls of a wild beast echoed through the hall of Krux as Charlotte was once more dragged to her duties by the ever impassive Havok. "Guuullliiieeeessssss.." She whined, trying to slip in a hint of a seductive tone while trying to wriggle free of the man's iron grip. "Why do I have to be here too? Can't they at least start without me? Did you HAVE to drag me out of that brothel? I'd paid for an hour and everything..". Her pleas had little effect on her captor, and if anything just caused his vice-grip of a hold on her to intensify, much to her displeasure. "But, Gullies..Come on now.." Her voice had slipped an entire octave, and her tone laced in a lustful husk. One of many attempts to try and sway the man, most were met with a shrug but Gullies' famous patience was wearing thin when it came to the woman's antics. He knew today was important, and he knew why, he was also supposed to be there several hours ago, but he'd been informed of Charlotte's lack of a desire to attend Swain's wonderful soiree. With a soft, monotone sigh he flung the annoying woman in front of him, letting go as he did so, sending her directly into a wall. "Then walk.".
Krux would be alive with the moaning and groaning of a "Wounded" Charlotte all the way to the top floor, where all of it ceased for a momentary girly-shriek of pleasure.
Charlotte's eyes had diligently swept over the waiting room the second the door had opened, and instantly her eyes had fixated on the one other person, Nyx. A severe elation shot through her body, accompanied with the faint heat of a certain ripple as she eyed the girl. Wasting no time, and not giving Havok a good shot at grabbing her before she could make it to her new-found potential fun, she bolted from the elevator doors and made a mad dash at the couch, jumping as high as she could before crashing directly into Nyx's lap, flinging her arms around the girls neck instantly and pouting. "Nyx.." She whimpered, "You won't let mean ol' Gullies kill me, will you? Or this boorrriiinng meeting leave me just so drained, right?" Her shimmering little manipulative eyes locked directly with Nyx's, much like Havok's icy, deadpan stare did from the elevator, which he was slowly stepping out of.
Cooley striding over to the pair, he just stood a few feet from the couch, his arms folded, and his eyes dead, their fixation bouncing between the females. "Behave.."
Lucas Heart (Shallow)
The message had been dull enough, a simple summons and nothing more. The words had been blunt, useless and to the point. The only thing that had made any impression was the use of the word 'immediately'. This meant that instant movement was expected from all who received the message and it was a wise idea to obey. If there was one thing Lucas had learnt in his time training it was not to disobey a summons however derogatory it might make you feel. The resentment was minimal though, it wasn't like he'd been doing anything else when the message arrived. He'd been sprawled out on his bed for the best part of the last two hours reading a book about strangulation which, though informative, was lacking in anything of interest. The human anatomy books he had borrowed from the medical section were full of ways a person could be killed and whilst reading them Lucas had decided he preferred the practical application but the pictures were nice...
With a sigh Lucas swung his leather clad legs off the bed and stood up. The main elevator wasn't too far from his room so if he left now he'd be pretty early. After a couple of seconds he decided that it was better to be early than late in this case. Lucas pulled his black leather jacket off the hook on the back of his door and slipped his arms through then he attached and locked his manacles to his wrists. He never left his room without the chains. He didn't really trust any of the others to not jump him when he was least expecting it so he was always prepared. When he was sure he was ready Lucas pushed open his door to be greeted by the most horrendous sound. Somewhere between a drowning cat and a banshee the howls were deafening and the worst thing was Lucas knew he had to walk towards them. With another huge sigh Lucas set off towards the elevator, chains dragging on the ground behind him. It took him less than five minutes to reach the elevator and other minute to reach the top floor. As the doors opened the scene before him very nearly made him turn around and go back. Charlotte was sat In Rose's lap and the pair were just staring into each other's eyes. Havok was close by them but was obviously not invited to the party and didn't want to be if the way he was standing and staring was anything to go by. Lucas wasted another couple of seconds deciding whether or not to go back down. He had just come all the way up here and it wouldn't look good if he wasn't there and everyone else was...decision made Lucas walked across the room, skirted round the table and sat himself on the empty leather sofa. He lent his arm on the arm rest and sprawled out like a contented cat. Dammed if he wasn't going to be comfortable for this meeting.
Katt Ameline and Kai Ameline
(Eyes & Blood)
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 Ceilmarx
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.
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Reial Niler (Lye)
Lye stood just before the door to the waiting room, contimplating weither to go in or not. She looked down at the ground, but her tattoo on her wrist caught her eye. She brought her other hand to her wrist, and lightly touched her tattoo. A small smile flashed across her face, but was gone just as fast. She was anxious. Why did Swain want to talk to them in person? The question rattled around in her mind as she sighed and reached out to open to door. As she stepped inside, she was greeted by a...peculiar sight. She watched as Rose flung Charlotte into the glass table. She heard the table give an audable crack as she was slammed against it.
"I...Uh..." She stopped there and sighed. She made her way over to one of the couches, and sat down. "Why must you both fight all the time?" She questioned the two, lifting her head to look at the two of them. She wasn't expecting an anwser. She shifted her legs under her, and brushed her hair out of her eyes in exasperation. She swept her eyes across the room, taking in the decor. She moved to look at the others in the room.
Frankenstein Brokenheart (Insanity)
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.
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'.
Richard Istophon (Zehn)
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.
Lance Quinn (Reaver)
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 Evander(Aviditas)
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?"
Feng Shui (Tai Shan)
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.
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Lucian Macbeth (Lux)
"Go to the waiting room on the top floor immediately. Swain wishes to meet with you all."
Lucian couldn't say he was pleased that he was about to - finally - meet Swain, but he couldn't say he wasn't either. It was a weird sort of feeling, meeting the person who had changed your life so completely with one black envelope. Five years ago...It didn't seem like such a long time, like it had been just yesterday he had been sent off to be a Harvester. Time had really flown the last few years, and he couldn't say he enjoyed that either. It made him worry about the rest of his life, how dreadfully short it might be. Or not. Who knew how long he would live now? It wasn't like the job had given you a life expectancy.
He walked through the doors, noticing that plenty of other Harvesters had made it there before him. He had never been the most punctual of people, not even when life was 'normal'. Before he had completely gone off the deep end and killed his parents. He was once such a good kid, it was funny how things could turn out, wasn't it? Who ever expected he would become one of the underworld's little minions? He certainly hadn't, but it seemed like such a promising proposition at the time.
He wondered what this meeting would be about. It must have been something dreadfully important. An interesting assignment, perhaps? His days were getting awfully long and boring as of recently. You could only enjoy the sins of Hell for so long before they started to get old. Yes, it must be something interesting, or he'd be really angry about showing up here at all. Furious, actually - though it was his duty. He walked through the doors, admiring the artwork all around him before finally plopping himself down on a couch. "Does anyone know when Swainee baby will be here?" Oh yes, and Lucian was definitely drunk. Extremely drunk.
Charlotte
Air forcefully evacuated her lungs as her back met with the ridged glass of the table, which issued a sympathetic moan in the form of a violent crack. For Elissa, time briefly stopped the moment of the impact, and where the dull aching of her back and lungs should have been, a different feeling rose up. Like white-hot silk, a molten warmth erupted between her thighs, drowning out the aches, and slowly trickling through her body. It wasn't from the pain, or show of force, but Nyx's creamy, stain smooth skin. The way she moved her lips, the glint in her violent eyes, each slender finger that had wrapped around her wrist like strings of enticing fire. Lust was setting in, the cruel pains of desire began to wrack her body as she closed her eyes, opting not to move yet. Breathing deeply in a futile attempt to cool her ravenous body, she ignored every soul in the room save for Nyx. Every fiber of her being was poured into the graphic mental images regarding the fellow harvester that swamped her hazy mind, until a familiar scent, and sarcastic tone found her.
"You two having fun, again?” An icy shiver momentarily claimed Elissa's body as she zeroed in on the voice, “I get that it's how you show love, and I know th--." The woman's statement was promptly drowned out of her ears as a violent storm of intrigue, and intent spawned within her. Lazily pushing herself from the table, Elissa locked her violet eyes on the young Asian beauty, shivering once more as she gazed at her hypnotic lips. Smirking and absentmindedly licking over her own ruby lips, she could feel the lightening beginning to gather within her body, release-violent or not- was necessary. “My sweet little exotic lotus..” She cooed, her voice nothing but a low, husky reflection of her lust, her body moving as sensually as she could manage while pulling herself from the table. “You're just oh-so keen with your observations..” She forced herself to saunter over to the Chinese lady as calmly as possible, fighting down the nearly animalistic urge to pounce on her and tear at her clothing, and knelled before her, calmly placing her hands on the girl's thighs. “Why don't you just sit there and let me show you how much I love you..”
Rose Ceilmarx(Nyx)
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.
Octavius Tertullian (Faust)
It had been a very long five years; a very draining five years. The non-operational training had been drawn out much longer than Faust had expected, and the cumulative effect of it was impacting on him as he made his slow way through the troughs and trenches of underworld. These were always his preferred route. The dregs and dross of the lowest society in creation all put on parade, their iniquity and shame thrown into relief and highlighted for judgement. But judgement was only to come when the order was given, and in five years it had not yet been given. Which had left Faust feeling taught, on edge, and uncomfortably close to an awareness of the fact that, being a denizen of underworld, he might not be any better than any of these people...
He grunted, twisted his face into a snarl and pushed himself onwards. Why today to dwell on these things? After all, it could bed that his waiting was at an end. The summons had come, and it was only his troubled distractions that were slowing him as her made his way through the degraded throng.
Picking up the pace he eventually found himself at the Krux building. He was not late especially, but neither was he comfortably early. He took a deep breath before stepping into the elevator, drawing himself tall and folding his arms into his vestments. He found himself making his way up alone, and took another pause before entering the designated room. The hows and jeers from inside were already pricking at his ears. He scowled...for a supposedly elite unit, the othe harvesters were so unruly, uncontrollable...in some cases such blunt instruments. Perhaps an ironic statement for someone who's weapon of choice was a maul.
The first was the one known as Lance, or "Reaver". Faust had something resembling admiration for that young man, for a confluence of reason's he'd been able to identify. His history as a Butler spoke something of humility, but more pragmatically his skill with thrown weapons was contrastingly and complimentarily 'incisive' to Faust's own combat style. Plus was there was something delightfully 'purgative' about his ability to rack someone's body with electrical charge...
The other person Faust gave special acknowledgement too was Tai Shan...he wasn't sure if that was her code name or her actual new name, they both sounded so similar to him. He scarcely ever talked to her - his lifestyle had conditioned him to be reticent towards women. But his reason for marking her out among the other harvesters was something more of a mystery to him. It was as though she embodied something...powers both familiar and terrifying. It wasn't admiration he felt for her, it seemed more like a kind of dread fascination.
But whatever the reasons, those were the two harvesters he would choose to go into the field with if given the choice. Though in his time in underworld so far, choice had featured precious little. Perhaps with this meeting, that was about to change...
Feng Shui (Tai Shan)
"Oh? Speak of the devil." Before Feng in particular had time to respond to anything, a certain, most probably aroused predator happened to revive; abruptly switching targets from one female to another. Something that undoubtedly happened not too frequently nor rarely, apparently, but nevertheless it was quite obvious that this Asian lady found no fear --or rather, even disgust-- when violet eyes met dark brown. In fact, it could be said that she was otherwise incredibly amused; given the fact that a self-satisfied, charming smile, purposely inviting and lazily seductive, adorned her face below a very simple arched brow. And it was just like that, without moving or a word --although one quick flick of the eyes confirmed exactly where Feng's polearm was--, when Elissa came close to invade her personal space. Which was, very coincidentally, the moment when she almost couldn't help it and burst out laughing. Pfft. Sweet.. exotic.. lotus.. So funny..
“Why don't you just sit there and let me show you how much I love you..” At that, of course, Feng most probably would've lost her poker face and cracked her effortless smile; if not for a sudden, somewhat godsend, of an intervention. One of which that she used to quickly regather her wits then, well, come up with an equally amusing idea. Rather than backing away like she would have done on other, lesser days, the child gave the fiery obstruction between her target of amusement a parting, simple glance before.. calling a phoenix. In a very easy instance, (and flashing a momentary, wickedly charming grin directed at Rose; like a trademark signature for 'Yeah, this is for kicks.' between the two) the temperature of the room immediately spiked a couple degrees as Feng's eyes assumed an almost ethereal quality; her very presence itself becoming demanding, in some degree of reverence.
Within the five year period of her training, most Harvesters would at least have heard of such an occurrence. But, in any case, she became instinctively impossible to miss; whether or not it was a first sight. Then, just as quickly, a flood of uptight consciousness flooded her mind; a ruffled and slightly pissed off phoenix yelling at her for what indecent things she planned to do. That and, of course, summoning said creature in the midst of such bad company. But, alas, this was not a time that Feng would bother to give a damn; and it was like such that she tuned out the shrieking bird.
Speaking in a relaxed, whisper-soft tone, Feng garnered as much appeal as she could --although regal by phoenix's presence already--; effortlessly closing bodily distance. “Oh, but what fun would that be? After all,” her voice changed to a smooth, sensual, purr as she leaned in close; lips tickling, teasing the edges of Elissa's ear. “everyone knows the chase is always the best part." As she spoke, Feng used one hand to wrap her arm around Elissa’s waist, while the index finger of the other slowly traced a path up the eager female’s sternum and neck, ending at the tip of the chin; holding her eyes in a suggestive, gleaming gaze not too far from one another. "I’m sure you’d agree.”
Loki Vellacroft(Delirium)
Loki stared vacantly at the open window in the pitch black room filled with darkness, hoping to see butterflies. One small flutter of a wing flying with the cool breeze to signify a new beginning. He peered out the window as if he was looking for something. A sign, a vision, or some reason for being. He looked down at the note he received... "go to the waiting room on the top floor immediately. Swain wishes to meet you." Numerous thoughts ran through his mind. In the 5 years he had been in the underworld he had never met Swain. Loki had all but convinced himself that the man was a myth constructed to feed the delusional fantasies madmen. No one had ever seen the puppet master except his trusted pet guard Gullies. There was a time when Loki though Gullies was actually Swain. What better to control the uncontrollable then by giving them an unknown mysterious leader. If it was known that he was Swain one of the harvesters would have surely tried to kill him for entertainment. Loki's thoughts then shifted to the reason the harvesters were here in the first place. Summoned to the depths of hell to fight an unknown enemy for unknown purpose. He chuckled softly as he thought to himself "only a lunatic would accept such a task. Ahh well, I guess it's time to go meet the wizard."
Loki took the note and cut out the shape of a butterfly. He then left his room talking to himself in a low pitch voice. He entered the elevator and began to ride to the meeting room floor. The sudden sound of jazz music made him lose his train of thought as he began to speculate wildly in his mind regarding the reason he was summoned. The doors opened and he could see he was the last to arrive. His piercing eyes scanned the room cautiously as if he was expecting a trap. He noticed a large skinny window overlooking the underworld. Loki quickly identified this as his escape route if something were to occur. Not only did he have a common mistrust of Krux, or any authority whatsoever, but he always stayed on guard when surrounded by the other harvesters. The only thing that is certain with madmen is that sooner or later they will go mad. Loki stepped off the elevator with his eyes keen on Gullies. His mind became congested with numerous scenarios that may occur next. He walked into the room, all the while keeping an eye fixed on Gullies and stood in the corner close to the window.
Lance Quinn (Reaver)
The temperature in the room increased, and Lance opened his eyes to look around. He immediately noticed that Elissa and Feng were close... closer than Feng would normally be, especially since the person she was close to was Elissa. Lance eyed the two with mild interest, also noting that Faust had arrived. The tall man stood close to the doorway, and Lance noticed that he was looking slightly disgruntled. Maybe he'd gotten into a scuffle, which was a fifty-fifty chance, of course. Faust had a habit of being kind to some, and a demon in human skin to others. Rumors of the rogue Priest had reached his Mansion, which was located all the way in Australia. Lance's Mistress certainly knew a lot of things, and a lot of people. Lance sometimes even questioned her humanity. Lance once again surveyed the room, this time actually noticing who had arrived properly.
There were a few faces that he knew, one was Insanity, or Frankenstien Brokenheart. One had to wonder about the mans name. Sure, his first name spoke for itself, but 'Brokenheart'? Maybe he changed it after a relationship went sour, or he just had the same loathing of general humanity that Lance had inside of him. Maybe he felt sad because of the fact that he couldn't socialise with people much, due to his.... well, Insanity, obviously. Still, Lance wasn't in a position to judge or criticize the man, and Lance didn't really want to. Sure, his Insanity was uncommon, but Lance had had to deal with his Mistress' younger sister, and what's worse than her? Being locked in a Basement which doubled as your everything room must suck, and your psyche would probably crack. In fact, Lance might've been the only one who ever bothered to visit her, and since he was barely around any more....
A pang of guilt hit Lance like a shockwave. He realised that he wanted, no, needed to see her again. He had other things to do on the surface as well, so when he was up there next time, he might go visit them or something. And maybe his Mother's Grave as well.
Lance covered his mouth and coughed. It was fairly loud, and when he realised a few people had turned to stare he apologised and bowed his head. How had his thought train crashed right then? How had it gone so off of the Rails? Lance shook his head and returned to what he was previously thinking about.
Lance surveyed the room, taking in more faces. Richard... Yes, Richard. Possibly the only person in the room that still held on to the values of Loyalty and trust, even if it was only slightly. Lance wanted to fight him someday, actually, he wouldn't mind taking on Faust or Feng either, maybe even Insanity or the Drunk man, but he wouldn't voice his opinions. Lance looked over the others, his focus finally re-landing on Faust. The man was tall, yes, but how would he fair against Lightning and Knives that can defy time itself? Sure, that Maul of his was big, and even if it only hit Lance once, it could probably break a few bones and ribs, maybe even knock him out cold. He liked Faust though, and if they ever did fight, Lance hoped it wouldn't be to the death, because even though Lance would, undeniably, enjoy shedding his opponents blood, he still slightly respected the older man.
Faust was a holy man, a roving Priest, a 'Father' of the Light. Lance never did believe in God, or any religions, a true Atheist, that he was, but something about the way Faust seemed so sure about what he was doing was right, Lance would tag along any time. As long as it was kept under control. Faust's fighting style, in essence, rushing in and breaking things with his giant Hammer, was fairly convenient, albeit fairly unnecessary, and the funny thing was that his abilities and skills complemented Lance's fairly well.
Lance looked around, a slight smirk on his face. He almost forgot about one of the last times he'd used his Electricity powers. He thought back to it, his eyes widening in ecstasy, he had to bite his lip to stifle a giggle, or moan, whatever it was. He felt the cool trickle of blood flow down his chin, dripping onto his jacket and staining a small patch crimson. His fingers crackled with electricity, letting the sparks sizzle in the air slightly, surrounding him with little sparks of energy, like little Will-O-the Wisps, rotating, circling around him and snapping in the air. They were perfectly harmless, unless Lance wished for them to harm others, of course. Suddenly, they all condensed into a ball that floated just in front of Lance, who at this time had closed his eyes.
The ball twisted, slightly like a small twister, the center of a Maelstrom, just like the Maelstrom inside Lance. It just stayed there, and didn't stop moving around, even when Lance stopped controlling it manually. Lance didn't even have to use hand actions to control Electricity any more. Lance cocked his head to the side slightly, never opening his eyes. His face maintained a peaceful composure as he turned to the newly entering Loki. "Nice of you to join us, Mr. Delirium. How has you day been so far?".
Frankenstein Brokenheart (Insanity)
Frankenstein was...bored out of his mind. His mind had wandered on its own as he listened to the others exchanging conversations. His attention span was never a long one anyway. He sat down on the ground, ignoring everything around him as he poked the couch like a curious cat and giggled every once in a while. He mumbled between each giggle "...the table is being a meanie to you? Don't worry...I shall make the table regret it...right table?...wait...why do you break up with me chair? I'm sorry for not talking to you..." His face had a disappointed look on it as his mouth curls into a dark scowl "...no...bad chair, bad...I won't let you break up with me...the sink said he would kill you if you did so..." He punched the couch and began to wail "...no, I don't like it...I don't like it...how dare you break up with me?...I don't like it!" He slammed his fists repeatedly to the couch with an angry look on his face. However, it disappeared as quickly as it came and he giggled again "...just kidding...I love you...yeah, I know you love me, too...chair..." He chuckled and stood up, stretching his entire body as he began to bounce again. His patience was rapidly reaching its limit as Swain still refused to come.
"...It's no fun...I want to play...not waiting...this is no fun..." He pouted as he walked behind Richard. Wrapping his arms around the young man's neck, Frankenstein giggled again as he purred "...fight me, Richardkin...I want to play...I wanna see blood...I want to be bloody Frankenstein..." He clapped his hands together childishly and said in a faked high pitched voice "...maybe Fengkin will want to play with us, too...we can play doctors..." He pressed his index finger to his mouth and whispered hastily like he had some kinds of super secrets "...you know what, Richardkin...I saw something interesting just a moment before...I saw a child! How nice is that? We can play with him...I can let you cut him if you want to...he he he..." He looked around and whispered again "...shh...you're not supposed to tell anyone about that, 'kay?"
Frankenstein didn't release Richard as he tapped his cheek with his finger and looked at Loki as the man walked into the room "...ah! Mister BUTTERFLIES!....He he he..." He called out excitedly and smiled brightly, continued after a small pause "...I saw some hell butterflies yesterday so I captured one for you!...he he he...I put her inside a cage...he he he...you have to play with me to get her though...she's pretty..."
Looking around, Frankenstein became impatient...again "...where's Swaine Swaine...I hate waiting..." He whined and gave them a sad expression, looking like a kicked-puppy.
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Stera Lien (Lye)
Stera watched as the other Harvesters conversed between eachother, and occasionally glanced over as Elissa and Feng got...closer and closer. She sighed as her impatience got the best of her, and she began to shift her legs in annoyance.
"When is he coming?" She muttered to herself, as she skimmed her eyes across the room, searching for entertainment. As Stera found none, she decided to look out the window near her head. She watched as the passerbys walked down below, completely oblivious to her staring. She soon grew bored of this though, and began to search the landscape. As Stera already knew, most of the "nature"-or what there was of it- was completely fake. Fake clouds, fake patches of grass, everything was fake. Stera's eyes watered slightly as she though about this.
"I wish I could see real grass again." She thought. Wait! What am I thinking?! I work for Krux now, I have no need for things like that!" She corrected herself almost automatically. Stera quickly brought her hands to her eyes to wipe away the small amout of water that has collected at her eyes. She began to search the people again, hoping for a distraction from her grief.
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((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...
Rose Ceilmarz(Nyx) and Swain
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...
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Richard Istophon (Zehn)
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.
Lance Quinn (Reaver)
Lance, or Reaver, as he was called by his fellow Harvesters, and being the second Harvester to enter the dark Hallway, sat at his Chair instantly, not even bothering to face the other Harvesters. As he sat, he watched another drop of blood fall from his lip. Catching it in his hand he watched it slide around, slowly creating marks on his palm. he clenched his fist, and when he reopened it, the blood was gone. He looked up just as the picture of the mutilated woman appeared on the screen, smiling like a madman, but when he realised who it was, his grin faded. Reaver knew that Zehn couldn't react well, and so Reaver wasn't surpised when the man leaped out of his chair in rage, an obvious tantrum bursting out of him. Reaver spared Zehn a glance, not a glance of the usual emotionlessness that he usually conveyed, but a glace of understanding and sadness. "Zehn, may I speak to you privately after the meeting ends?". Reaver knew just how Zehn felt, but shook his head and concentrated on the situation at hand.
As Swain handed out the Envelopes, Lance caught his mid air, already standing from his seat as he opened the sealing and glanced at what lay inside.
Reaver - Faust - Third Floor
Reaver turned and left the room immediately, only stopping just outside the door to wait for Zehn to catch up to him. If Zehn didn't show up soon, Reaver wouldn't be able to speak to him. It was obvious that Zehn had cared for, and probably still cared for Nira. Reaver didn't speak to Nira much at all, only maybe once or twice, but still, he knew what Zehn was going through. He also waited for Faust to speak with him, and the anticipation inside him rose just that little bit higher with every single thought of his later encounter with the Traitor.
(Gah, sorry for the horrible post, my Brain isn't functioning properly at the moment D= )
Frankenstein Brokenheart (Insanity)
Frankenstein's crestfallen as he began to sulk and whine "...b-but...b-b-but I want...b-but I want to play..." He puffed his cheeks and poked Richard "...meanie...you're a meanie, Richardkin...dumb Richard..." He tightened his hold as he felt Richard began to move to his seat "...I will get you back for that, Richardkin..." He licked the back of Richard's neck and giggled "...you're the patient next time you play with me, Richardkin..." He grumbled finally and released the younger man, blowing a kiss to Richard's direction "...and I promise I will take real good care of you..." Winking, Frankenstein covered a giggle with his hands as a strange hallway appeared out of nowhere and he began to walk...and hum a very soft tune as his feet took him to his newest destination.
Moving to his seat, the black- red VIII shone brightly under the dimly lit light bulbs. He gave a big grin to the one who wore number VII - Rose Ceilmarz - one of those that seemed to barely tolerate his behaviours. It was kinda funny...She gave him the weird, funny feeling whenever he wanted to play with her...and then there's the beautiful red thingies...It always made him laugh. He gave a big grin at a man in strange clothes and strange hair sat at the end of the table - Oh, it was Swainie...How funny...He suppressed another giggle and this time, managed to only smirk sadistically. Well, at least he hadn't created any noises yet...He tossed Richard and Feng a grin as he waved at them and put his elbows on the table, trying to use his incredibly short attention span to focus on the matter at hand.
"Good evening to all of you. As all of you know, my name is Swain."
Swainene purred and Frankenstein cocked his head to one side, the craziness immediately died down and his insanity was replaced by sheer curiosity, his own sadistic nature and craving to hear the man's voice more...It was...irresistible. Frankenstein licked his lips, longing to taste the man's blood...it must taste so gooood....The craziness began to resurface but once again, the man pushed it down by his will.
"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."
'Infiltrated'? Who would dare to do that? Anger rolled out of Frankenstein's body as he gave a low growl, which was effectively shut down again by Swain's voice "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."
The next five minutes or so went by quickly as Frankenstein felt his attention drifted away...what a boring subject! Who cared about business? He certainly didn't...he vaguely listened to Rose as she talked some nonsense and he wouldn't even bother to pay attention to it...This was getting boring...fast.
"...Now, I'd like you to pay very close attention to the next picture..."
Frankenstein raised his head to meet the large screen...only to stare in shock at a picture of a very familiar woman...He subconsciously giggled and spoke out loud "...someone decorated Nira...she's beautiful now...he he he..." But inwardly, he was seething...everything was beginning to turn red at the picture of Nira's corpse. He actually liked the woman very much...she had played with him, talked with him, treated him like a human with normal intelligence...unlike the others, who could only treat him like a child with three-year-old intelligence. Yes, Frankenstein knew very clearly how others treated him...he was crazy...but he wasn't dumb...He knew they only thought of him as a mindless, stupid Harvester with a brain that could only function properly when he saw blood...well, that part was true...but...whatever. But he didn't lack of the ability to realize, to think...he just didn't act like that. Nira...on the other hand, treated him very fairly...she played doctors with him, and comforted him whenever he's on one of his bloodthirsty mood...and she tolerated his behaviours...just like some certain Harvesters. He gave some of his Harvesters a look...He guessed that was why he liked playing with Richard so much...and Elissa, too...though most of the time, the woman wanted to rape him rather than to play with him...Now, returning to the current problem. Frankenstein didn't even notice he had begun to laugh sadistically until he stopped his train of thoughts and covered his mouth with his hands, trying to control his own actions. He began to have troubles breathing because of the laughter. Putting a hand on his stomach, Frankenstein spoke between each large gulp for air "...so...pretty..."
As much as he was showing his amuzement to everyone else, if one paid enough attention, they might see his twitching fingers,...or the fact that one of his hands was gripping the table tightly, trying hard not to stand up and shout like Richard had done. Oh, sometime, playing the part of a madman took too much effort.
Frankenstein listened to the rest of the man's speech with a small nod between each pause the man gave. Alright, partners...he could work with that...as long as they didn't interfere with his revenge...and the chair. He picked up the small piece of paper, opened it and read out loud.
Tai Shan-insanity-------------Basement
He giggled...oh, lucky him...he had Feng...Well, the woman at least would let him have his revenge...He hoped...the last time he was in one of his 'mood', Richard had stopped him...the man was such a rule-follower that it wasn't even funny. He took the paper and stood up. With a bright smile and cheerful voice, Frankenstein said "...shall I and Tai Shan go now? I can't wait to spill blood...!" He clapped his hands but stopped as a dark, sadistic smile appeared on his face, making the cheerful air around him vanish. His voice lowered until it contained nothing but pure sadistic pleasure and evil intents "...they shall learn why they should never EVER mess with me..." Oh yes, whoever did this would very, very soon learn why everyone tried to avoid a fully pissed-off Frankenstein Brokenheart - the Harvester with the codename 'Insanity'. And right now? Right now, that 'insanity' wanted nothing but revenge toward whoever harmed his loved one.
He gave Swain a deep bow, his sanity returned to him fully as he prepared to rip off the heart of the attackers, spies...or whoever stood in his way. He turned to face Feng "...is it alright to go now? or do you wish to listen more, Tai Shan...?"
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Lucas Heart (Shallow)
After Frankie had bounded off Lucas watched the chaos as it unfolded around him. Nyx, obviously flustered and uncomfortable at Charlotte's purring and excessive attention, threw the other girl across flat the table causing the tension in the room to sky rocket. Starting a fight in a room full of crazed killers was not always the smartest thing. Lucas couldn't smell blood so that was an upside. The scent of blood to him was like the sight of a syringe to a deprived crack addict and he knew he wouldn't have been able to control himself. A quick glance around the room confirmed for him that the other people in there would be the same as him and some would have been worse. The pair who had entered the room just after him and were currently standing just behind him had been quiet from the moment they had come in the room. Lucas had decided they were related, twins maybe, but he didn't know them. He remembered seeing them once or twice before on training maneuvers but couldn't recall their names. It didn't bother him too much. He knew the others either by sight or by name but he didn't have to work with them so it had never really mattered. From all the whining and muttering Lucas worked out that at least half the company were agitated about Swain. It was true that it was rare to be summoned and even more rare for a group meeting to be held and to top it all off the man himself was late. If you left a kettle on the heat for too long it would boil over and that was how the room was looking. Charlotte, after being rejected by Rose, had decided to latch herself onto Feng who had dispatched of her in a swift and fairly evil manner. Lucas couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his lips. Charlotte disgusted him.
Anyone who would use another for their body was worthy of death...
The thought lasted less than a second before he wiped it from his mind. Lucas rested the palm of his hand on his forehead and took a deep breath. The atmosphere in here was dangerous, making him temperamental and unstable. It was best when he kept his mind blank of all thoughts as a stray thought could lead to a serious situation. As he counted his breathing Lucas wished that Swain would hurry up. He didn't have long to wait. With all 13 assembled the passage way was opened. Lucas pushed himself to his feet and joined the group as they followed Havok into a dark room filled with one long table and chairs. Each chair was marked with a roman numeral and Lucas watched as the Harvester bearing the matching numerals sat in their respective chairs. Looking towards the head of the table Lucas saw a man in a gaudy mask that could only be Swain. He headed towards the man, chains dragging across the floor behind him, and took his seat in the chair marked I. He had never really wanted to meet Swain. The whole affair had been full of suspense and games and Lucas just wanted to know what was going on and get out. He sprawled in his chair and waited for the rest to be seated.
"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."
Lucas raised his eyebrow at the speech. A hidden organization? It sounded like fun, a test of skills maybe at least for them. Frankie's laughter was still echoing around the room. It was typical Frankie to find the pictures of a mutilated woman funny, personally Lucas thought she had looked delicious. Death looked beautiful on her. The fear still evident in the features of her blood splattered face, her skin glowing with the un-natural grey of death. Lucas licked his lips. He bet she tasted fantastic. It sure looked as if someone had taken a bite out of her, he'd have to make sure he asked if he ever caught them.
"Each has your partner along with the sector you will be investigating. Good luck to you all."
Partner? It couldn't get any worse than that surely? Lucas gingerly picked up his envelope and teased open the flap. The slip of paper inside smelt musty except for the new smell of ink. He slid the paper from the envelope and turned it so he could read the name of his partner.
Charlotte
The words gleamed back at him in black ink. It had just got worse. Lucas pushed his chair back from the table and turned away from Swain. He had known. If anyone was going to draw out the Madness in Lucas it would be Charlotte. This was going to be a long, blood thirsty investigation. Lucas made a parting gesture to Swain before following Rose from the room. Charlotte could just catch up.
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