Jack Ceann's Story

Evianna scoffed as a wicked grin peered on her face. The telepathic words that went through her head confused her for a moment, but she spoke out loud nonetheless. "Hah, I'm not here for you and your pigs. As long as I get the job done," the female shapeshifter shifted properly in front of the two; quickly and swiftly aiming her acid bullet loaded shotgun at Bloodwheel who seemed to be brawling with Jack and instantly fired twice at his chest and thigh, if successful, the acid would begin to burn and eat away at his flesh. Although when aiming it would look as though she was aiming for the two agents, but in fact she obviously wasn't. Hopefully it might have tricked them.
Taking a step aside would look a lot faster than it should have as she made sure to move out of their sight for a moment in case they attempted to attack straight after she fired. Glancing over at Jack to see how he was doing. He didn't seem to be in any serious condition, yet. Hopefully her shots would hit but she wasn't positive things would end in their favour even if the shots did hit.

Deceiving a psychic was as easy as it sounded - not very. Despite the visual cues, it was the surface mental cues that dictated the twins' response. Playing catch with bullets was a taxing task, however, and not one that either Tanya or Marissa wanted to be caught up in for too long. As a result Tanya turned her attention on Evianna's gun itself. Psychic force assaulted the weapon, twisting the barrel and contorting it to the point where it was unable to fire.

At that point, a booming voice echoed down the corridor from the direction of the main station, as an imposingly tall woman stepped into view. With grey, slightly scaled skin, her long brown hair adorned with a number of golden bands and a long tail lashing along the ground behind her, the dragonkin Captain surveyed the situation with an angry gaze. "Drop your weapons!" she commanded sharply, as more officers appeared at her back. "This is over. Those of you not already meant to be locked up are under arrest."

Lightning crackled between her fingertips, as though she were daring them to defy her.

Evianna glared at the interfering agents and placed her shotgun back where it belonged. Then they had more company. This really bugged her. Rolling her eyes at the tall woman she spoke "are you really that fucking stupid?" A smug look would be seen on her face as she swiftly pulled out her Duel Pistols, spinning them casually around her fingers for a moments then aimed so suddenly at two random officers, firing the bullets would almost definitely hit, it was a quite sudden shot as she moved quicker to the eyes of most people. If successful, the two officers would most likely be killed with a head shot unless they weren't human and such. "Don't test us." Evianna said bluntly before appearing in the blink of an eye at a sign that read 'Emergency Release' with a sadistic smirk she would return a pistol to its holster and swiftly flip out her skinning knife; jabbing it in through the case protecting the button and activating the release. All the prisoners would be released.

Jack howled in frustration as the chains bound him, the buckshot stinging his hide with the splash back of acid, hissing though the shielded chains and the werewolf broke free, sending chains flying. Jack pushed further into the cell that was only designed for one prisoner, slamming the door behind him and spreading his huge gait across the exit, almost daring his enemy to get closer, holding one injured arm against his chest.

They'd both suffered wounds, but Jack was determined to win this one despite heavy police involvement. The door woudn't lock behind him, since the release had caught. The prisoners were probably swarming out in a swathe of angry hornets with the intention of stinging the fuck out of everything that was related to their imprisonment. A random factor in the fight.

The werewolf lunged forward again, links of chain hanging from his body. The slash aimed for the neck of his opponent, a full intention of killing Lazarus. Single-handled, he promised himself that holy retribution would be invoked on any who interrupted this, WPCD or not.

The Vankoryth Detente would get what they wanted.

The button that Evianna had pressed was, contrary to what she may have expected, not a 'emergency release' button. Whilst undoubtedly somewhere deep in the bowels of the station in one of the security offices there was a security console - protected by layers of authorisation and passcodes - with the ability to trigger such a drastic measure in case of flooding, fire, or nuclear assault (depending on the day of the week), having it sitting out in the corridor protected by a flimsy case would be ... well, silly.

Instead, Evianna had triggered the fire alarm.

There was a brief silence, before water from the sprinklers started to pitter-patter down on them rather anti-climatically, and the alarm started to wail incessantly, much to the dismay of the prisoners in their cells, who had been enjoying the show but who now were soaked and subject to an annoying siren.

It did however, put a damper (haha) on Ysai's intentions to utilise lightning magic. The bullets that the girl fired hit the helmets of the officers behind her, cracking the visors and forcing them to retreat due to lack of vision, but they were quickly replaced. Instead, the dragonkin Captain gestured irritably at the wall. The stone shifted, as two arms of rock reached out in an attempt to grab Evianna's arms and pin her.

In the meantime, Marissa's attention had returned to the fight in the cells, and she directed a burst of telekinetic force at Jack in an effort to shove him away from Lazarus. Tanya's mind sought out for a second time the guns that Evianna held, this time hoping to wrench them from her grasp and toss them safely into the ranks of the WCPD officers now filling the corridor.

The officers levelled rifles at Evianna, setting their phasers ammunition to 'stun', and fired. A barrage of specialised bullets designed to barely break the skin, but deliver a shocking and disabling pulse upon impact that would leave most people incapacitated in much the same way as a taser - just harder to dodge.

Lazarus groaned, well fuck. He didn't have much left and now the werewolf was free....The chain's were his last resort so all he really had left was to try and fight the humungous thing with his wounds. Lazarus Bloodwheel was not going down without a fight.

Lazarus managed to summon the energy to re-grow his aura arm,the useless thing having been hanging there since Jack's last direct hit. He would await jack to get closer and quickly spin his body around, a kick aimed for the head that would be followed by a right handed punch to the wrist. His super-human strength fully behind the two attack's as his aura arm attempted to sloppily mark symbols using it's own existence as the tool to write. The chain's around jack would begin to glow aslong as the arm wasn't interrupted.

Jack nursed his right leg as he slouched on a stool, a collection of empty beer bottles to his left, a remote in his right hand and a tv-guide in his left. "Shit." Jack repeated as he flicked though the channels and glanced at the guide. There was nothing interesting on in the handful of channels in Wing City.

Jack leaned back and made a grab for another six-pack, missing and sighing. "Anybody willin' to help me out?" Jack shouted.

Jack muttered his thanks, taking one off and sliding it across the counter towards Perro and taking one for himself. "Got shot, was meant to be a clean fuckin' hit. Long story short, it's not just the prospects bringing the pigs here." Jack put the bottle's neck against the counter and slammed his palm against it, popping the cap with a loud hiss.

"Now the cops are gonna rock on by anytime now, gotta clean out the armory by sundown. Fuckin' told benny-boy to keep the shit off home." The werewolf continued "Fukin' Renny and her lot."

Jack took a swig and sighed. "We're accepting all the wrong people, you none-withstandin'."

"Not all of them are dirty, to be fair. Benjamin has a plan, he always had one when I was a mere pup." Jack said, shaking his head. The werewolf sighed, savoring the taste of the beer. "Thanks, man. I wasn't looking forward to the the next couple of weeks doing paper. I owe ya one'." The werewolf lowered his leg and leaned against the counter.

That felt much better. "The Gae Ceann weren't all this before. Used to be all about punishing criminals, this club's been around for thousands of years, didn't start as a club either. Forces long before my time man, fuckin' axes and horses and shit. You'd hear a bunch of our old members scream bloody havoc and they'd return back to the hollow." The werewolf said, lowering his voice for the next sentence.

"I want to return to that and Benjamin wants to modernize. He ain't no normal fuckin man, if you feel me. Es' motorbike fixes it goddamn self, and he stinks like corpses. Tell me you ain't smelled that."

Jack howled out in pain, he'd thrown out his limbs to keep himself still, claws dug into the sides of the cell begun to bleed from the stress of being used as a stopper. The wolf dropped down, snorting misty breath and blood into the wet artificial rain. The wolf raised his arm to deflect the kick, hoping to grab a hold of the leg and throw it down, the punch however sent his hand flying back into empty space.

"You're dead, Lazarus. You know we're going to get you, if not here, sometime later." Jack snarled, his voice barely audible over the inherent growling. Like a man was trying to talk from deep inside the werewolf's stomach. Jack felt like his bones would break, this was far too much for a simple wolf to handle.

But it was his duty to see it though. Jack launched into another swathe of slashes, one to the left, another to the right with kitchen-knife sized claws, a few more slashes from above and another to the right just to be sure. They were aimless, but deadly. The chains were ignored, this was a final ditch effort.

Lazarus Bloodwheel needed to die.

Lazarus grinned,he hated Jack and everything that was going on. And he sure as hell despised the Detente if his hunch was right, but he hadn't been in any danger since he'd gotten to Terra. As soon as he thought of that,how could he not grin? He was born for a good fight.

He calmed down,focusing on the fight before him and nothing else,dodging low under the swipe from the left,however barely managing to evade the one from the right,the claw's nicking his right arm and opening another wound as he back-peddled. His aura arm dissapeared in the instant it finished creating symbols.Thehe chain's around Jack begginning to blow apart in a glorious,if not sadly contained,explosion. Leaving Lazarus to simultaneously leap forward,regardless of the results,his right arm aimed at Jack's wrist,a leg aiming for the other in an almost dance-like maneuver.

Chapter 1: BROTHERS, BANDITS AND BEGINNINGS.

There was a loud noise as a large oval table was dragged into the room by three prospects with the screech of wood on metal. The table was magnificent black wood, polished and inscribed with the words 'Saol. Bás. Nglacadóir de Souls. Bráithre Till An Deireadh' Benjamin stood to the side, watching the proceedings.

The bikers begun to clear out, and the visitors were either forced out by the numerous bartenders. The magnificent table stood in the middle of the pub, the inscription shining in the light. Chairs were brought in, and calls were made to the members of the Gae Ceann to come urgently, and those who came late would have their club pay docked.

Benjamin took his seat at the head of the table, sliding into a seat and pouring a bottle of Irish whiskey down his gullet. The president waited his club, as there were many things to discuss.

Outside an infernal gurgle cued Rayan's arrival. The bike droned on like a sea siren in the night, engine burbling down as the thing was shut off. Moments later, the front door would swing open with a kick from a muddy boot. Slicking what water was left in Rayan's 'do out with a flick the biker squelched over to the table.

Kicking a chair backwards Rayan descended, grinning. Wonder what this's all about? Rayan rested his chin on folded arms over the back of the chair, eyeballing the bottle of whiskey.

"'Sup?"

Having been already inside the banshee stood up and yawned, cracking her knuckles, grinning toothily and replying, "Wait for it lads an' lasses 'e's gonna tell us, 'is deck fallen aff an' we 'av ter go fend it. or maybe yer man 'ill send us lookin' for 'is cat, aka sum pussy. or maybe even better more violence, Renny love sum ol' violence." taking a whisky glass, she downed the remaining concoction before smashing it down roughly, "Let's jist 'ope 'tis somethin' new, scon are bored an' actually foun' meself bein' nice lately, whaich is pure unbecomin' av oi."

Walking over over to the table, she sat herself, placing her feet on top, and leaning back, as she closed her eyes and listened to everyone 'dramatic entrances, this oughta be cute.

The door would simply open as the ghoul walked in. That's all. No kicking in doors, no holes in the wall, no breaking through the roof on a motorcycle while fucking a chick, simple walking through the door. The only odd thing would be the black fedora on his head.

"Knock Knock, Jimmy's home."

As the ghoul spoke a slight chuckle could be heard coming from him. He would move towards the table before taking a chair and moving it towards the back, resulting in it standing in the shadows, but still a pretty small distance away from the table. A distance they would most likely not complain about. He then jumped onto it with feet and claws and simply waited for the meeting to start.

The door would simply be opened once more a little bit after the ghoul made his way in, the use of hands not being necessary by Yojimbo as he simply had walked forward towards the door, his nose being long enough to open it as he walked ahead. The burly yet slightly older man spoke up in his gruff voice.

"I have no witty entrance, but...I'm here, Yojimbo, the tengu with the big nose.."

Saying this, he'd shuffle his way over towards the table as well, sitting down on the wood as he folded his hands together, simply listening for the time being, like some of the others, waiting for the meeting to start....If it will even start. Who knows? Not Yojimbo, that's for sure.

Rayan raised a hand signalling that a drink would be much enjoyed. Patiently the gang member waited, smiling graciously at Ub in thanks. Rayan drummed lithe fingers on the table, taking note of everyone who had entered with a single glance. The Gae Ceann had assembled, alright. A cig was lit, so Rayan lit another.

"Soooooooo," Ashes on the ground, exhale on the air.

The Handsome Hacker stepped into the establishment that the gang called home only to smirk like the devil himself and not a single soul could compare to the ego that he held. "Whats up guys?" Was all he could say as he sauntered on towards the bar and placed in an order for a beer while he took a seat just to look at the others present.

"Not all," Responded Strangest Danger, tapping at the table one last time.

"Wha' brew's that?" Rayan chin jerked in the direction of The Handsome Hacker's beer.

Noel simply smirked and looked over at at Rayan only to shrug a bit and take a sip of his beverage. 'Budweiser is what it tastes like Rayan." Was all Noel said as he took his time drinking his beer while he waited for something a bit more interesting to happen. It was not like he was expecting fiery explosions or interesting new little nooks to get himself into but Hell life was sure boring as of late. "What has been going on? I feel like I have missed a couple of things as of late."