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Damian "Apollo" Jackson

"Now that I'm on top of the mountian, I'm never coming down."

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a character in “Beyond Human”, as played by CutUp

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Name: Damian Forest Jackson

Alter Ego: Apollo

Alignment: Villain

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Grey

Height: 5'9

Weight: 180

Appearance: Damian has a very clean look to him, having smooth shaven skin, and medium length black hair. He generally wears a black button down dress shirt, matching dress pants, and black loathers in his civilian attire, giving him a very classy look. His alter ego attire is simply of a black opt military-like suit. With a black turtle neck under body armor, and matching cargo pants, and combat boots.
Mentality
Personality: Damian is a egotistical, overconfident, flirtatious, sarcastic, sadistic, sociopathic, cunning, and manipulative man. Damian is extremely power hunger, and is willing sacrifice anyone without hesitation to stay in power.
He is the definition of a sociopath, he shows little regard for others feelings, and rights, and is completely driven by personal gain. He is able to hide this with a charming, and flirtatious attitude. He is very cunning, and is able to easily pick up something that could be used to manipulate someone.
He is quite sarcastic, and usually has a joke up his sleeve. He is quite sadistic in nature, taking great pleasure in inflicting harm to others. He is extremely overconfident, and egotistical, and absolutely hates being upstaged by anyone.

Quirks/Habits: Whistling. Fooling around with his knife.

Hopes/Dreams: Killing Troy.

Likes: Women, killing, fighting, weapons, giving orders, working out, and himself.

Dislikes: Troy, being disobeyed, being showed up, and being told what to do.

Fears: Dying, and losing his power.
Powers
Superpower(s): None; at the peak condition a human naturally can be.

Skills: He is a extremely capable combatant, being an expert in most known fighting styles to man. He is an expert marksman with just about every man-made weapon. He is fluent in many different languages. He is also a master manipulator, and a skilled tactician, with a highly strategic mind.

Equipment: He wears a large quiver strapped to his back that holds many different trick arrows. While he doesn't have as many trick arrows as Troy, he does have a versatile arsenal. This includes explosive, smokescreen, taser, freezing, cable, and incendiary arrows.

Weapons: His primary weapon is a black recurve bow. He also wields a machete, and a rather large bowie knife.

Weakness(es): Still human, and overconfident.
History
Biography: Damian was born the only son to the secret order of assassins, Olympus, leader Zeus. Not much is known about his mother, supposedly she was a member of the order at one point, but no one knows for sure. He was trained from a young age to become a member of the group, to be a world class assassin. Damian quickly became one of the most promising recruits. That was until Zeus adopted Troy Kane, who quickly became among the top recruits in a short time, much to Damian's dismay.

After years of grueling training, Damian became a full-fledged assassin, and gaining the codename Apollo. Throughout his training he grew to resent, and hate Troy. He was incredibly jealous of his adopted brother, even going to the point of taking a bow as his primary weapon to prove that Troy's not better then him. Over the years he would do everything he could to one-up Troy. This presented a problem when they were often paired with each other due to them bringing out the best in each other.

When Troy left, Damian was disgusted by his father's fall into a depression. Seeing this as his chance to take control of the group, he challenged his father. But despite his old age, Zeus proved to still be a capable fighter, and quickly took care of his son. Knowing that he couldn't defeat his father out right, he decided to use deceit, and subterfuge. He killed his father, and framed Troy for the deed. To keep up appearances, he made Troy enemy number 1, and put a target on his back, sending some of his best agents to kill him.

While every attempt has failed thus far, he has had a few close chances. The most prominent of this was actually a few months ago. Damian had trapped Troy in an abandoned factory. Having Troy cornered, Damian was about to kill him personally. But if not for the timely intervention of Troy's former lover, the agent known as Aphrodite. She helped Troy escape. But not before Damian made an example of her, and killed her in front of Troy. Now, he has become quite obsessed with killing Troy.

So begins...

Damian "Apollo" Jackson's Story

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Prologue: Humanity and Beyond

The Universe....it's a big place out there. Within the infinite span of the cosmos is it really just fantasy, to think that there may other be forms of life? Well probability wise, it is illogical to believe that there isn't an indefinite amount of lifeforms and civilizations out there. In fact it is illogical just to believe that there is only one form of sentient life. Yet, who does believe in the illogical? Who is so vain or so ignorant to believe that their world is the only world with life on it? Humankind is. Yet, one shouldn't blame the Humans for this illogical conclusion, they have yet to see any proof otherwise....or have they?

Welcome to the Earth! A veritable paradise within the infinite span of the cosmos. It is here the Human Race calls home and it is here they remain, not always blissfully, unaware of the Universe surrounding them. They do say ignorance is bliss but denial is a whole different story. While the world at large does not believe in the fantastic or the Supernatural, thinking that this sort of thing is all fantasy! Although many are ignorant there are plenty more who have experienced these things and there are those who deny the proof. Many of the world's government and scientific communities deny these claims of the unthinkable, writing off those that believe as insane. Yet, when they are delivered absolute proof and they deny it, is that anymore sane? Many people from the shadows have worked to keep these people silent and have worked to seal away all evidence. Is it still just fantasy?...Or is the unimaginable real?

To the world these are all just wild speculation. But what if I told you that soon, what we believe to be unreal will become a thing of reality? What if the world was heading to some great apex that would spin the world on an entirely new axis? The truth of the matter is, that our world is changing. More and more, sightings of the fantastic are being reported more frequently, everything for UFO Sightings, to Monster Sightings, to reports of Humans doing Inhuman things. Is this all just speculation or is it cold hard proof? We are all heading for some great unknown and while the population will not understand and may even resist this change, they will not be alone. This change will bring great danger but it will bring great security as well. There are people out there right now. What looks to be ordinary Men and Women are actually far from ordinary. They work to understand themselves and the world around them. All the while preparing for a great change that will not only change the ordinary but the extraordinary as well.

And just who are these people you ask? Why they are you. Whoever you may be you have something special, something that this world desperately needs, even if it doesn't acknowledge that it needs you. Although the biggest question isn't who they are, they all very well know who they are, even if they are confused. No, the greatest question to ask is how they will change the world? Not every change is good and some change may be change for the worst. After all we are only Human and the unfortunate thing about Humanity, is their capacity to do great good but also do great evil. We have no idea who lead the charge for change but I can assure you, a struggle will ensue for the betterment of the planet. A struggle that will push all parties involved to the edge, but lets not be so dark shall we? This battle has yet to take place and the worst of it is still to come. No at this moment in time we look to the seeds of change. They are being planted as we speak.

As we speak, people from all over the world and even beyond are discovering more about themselves and the world. Yet none of them understand the gravity of it all. Many are still self-absorbed into their own worlds to consider they are stepping into a world far larger than their own. This is the story about these extraordinary beings and their trials and tribulations. This is a story about their growths, their highs and their lows. It is a story about discovery and it is a story about destiny. We now enter a world that still seems ordinary but underneath lies something quite the contrary. I welcome you to enter a world that is still Human as I ask you change it into something that is....Beyond Human.

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Chapter 1: The Beginning

Welcome to the beginning of a new world...no wait scratch that. Welcome to the end of the old world. Yes that is much better. Don't worry it's not the apocalypse or anything like that. No it's more like the end of an era...and trust me the times they are a changin'! As Bob Dylan would sing. Anyway before I ramble, allow me to introduce myself, my name is Andrew Benjamin Novus. You call me Andy for short, or if you prefer by my moniker, Professor Extraordinarius! Kind of a mouth full yes, but I like it! It perfectly describes my life. It has been nothing short of extraordinary! Still, I am no the focus, well, not the whole focus. The real focus is on the everyday accounts of a whole slew of other extraordinary people! My accounts are just one little jigsaw in the puzzle of life. No, you need every jigsaw to solve the puzzle, so without further ado, how about we work on making these jigsaws fit shall we? *He then hums happily*

Ah yes, quite a bit of jigsaws I see...well, this is going to make for one long puzzle. I think every should sit down....*he then whispers*...it's gonna be a long one. Anyway, how about I let the big guy tell you a story, I'm sure from his perspective he won't leave out any details. *He then perks up and then motions you closer so he can whisper* The reason why won't is because he hardly says anything, he lets the characters do the work. *He then chuckles as the Professor moves away* Anyway take it away big guy! *He then leans in close again* And by him I mean all of you. *He then winks as he pulls away*

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The Earth, it still turns as it ever did. The plants are still growing, the animals are still surviving, and Humanity is still progressing. Idyllic and average. But that is all about to change....we now begin your story.

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"Target is green. You're clear to go Orion. The client isn't worried about collateral. Make as big of a show as you want." "Copy that. I'm on the move." "Go radio silent until the job is done." "Rodger that." A shadowed figure began running across rooftops, and stopped when a large skyscraper was in sight. "Alright, let's see this private security force." The figure, obviously Troy Kane, reached up with his right hand to his goggles. He activated it's X-Ray vision to get a better look at what he's dealing with. He could see several dozen heavily armed men on the 1st floor, where the entrance to the building is. There were several patrols of six men on each floor up until the top floor. On the top floor there was at least a dozen guys surrounding a single man.

Troy took out his bow, and a arrow with a small attachment at the bottom of it. He took the attachment, and put it on his belt, it still being attached to the arrow by a metal cable. He pulled the arrow back on the bowstring up to his right upper canine tooth. It took him a minute to line up the shot, and he then gently released the arrow. The arrow flew towards the skyscraper with the metal cable following behind it. The arrow landed about two stories below the top office of the building. Troy took out a round ended arrow, and took a few steps back from the edge of the building he was standing on.

Troy ran forward, and leaped off the building. As he leapt off he pressed a button on the arrow's attachment, and the cable pulled him forwards to the arrow. Once he was at the cable arrow, he took the arrow in his hand, and attached it to the window underneath the cable arrow. He pressed a button on the arrow, and a small, high pitched whine came from it, and the glass shattered not too long after. Troy jumped into the building, with each step cracking the shards of glass underneath his boots.

He walked around the abandoned floor, keeping an eye on the ceiling. He stopped when he was directly underneath the office with all the men in it. He took out four round tipped arrows, and shot them onto the ceiling, all while whistling to the tone of 'Oompa Loompa' from Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. He walked over, and stood behind a pillar. He reached up, and pressed a button on the side of his goggles. "Tick. Tick. Boom." he said, and then all the arrows blew up, opening up a huge hole in the ceiling, and floor of the office.

"What the...?" One of the security guards muttered as he peered down the hole. "We've got to get you out of here!" Another guard said as he grabbed the man they were protecting, a 40ish bald business man. A round tipped arrow flew up through the hole, and latched onto the ceiling. "Is that a-" A guard started to ask, but then a black smoke poured out of the arrow. The sounds punching, gun shots, and groans of pain soon filled the room. The office door opened, and several guards, and their client struggled out, all while coughing.

"Light that office up!" One of the guards, obviously the leader ordered three of the other guards. "But the guys still in-" "I said light. It. Up." The leader ordered. The three guards complied. They readied their assault rifles, and lined up at the door to the office. They then opened fire. Troy rolled out of the way, and down through the hole in the floor. Three guards were down there, investigating the noise. Troy fired two arrows in rapid succession, and they went straight into the chests of two of the guards.

Troy sprinted towards the third one. He tried to shoot at him, but Troy used his bow to push the gun to the side. The guard threw at punch at him, but Troy caught his fist, and twisted his arm back. He gave a bone cracking kick to the back of the guard's knee, bringing him down to one. Troy grabbed the back of his head, and bounced it off the floor with enough force to knock him out cold.

Troy looked the guards over, and took a radio off of the one he knocked out. "This is.....delta squad. The assassin's in the stairway, and moving towards the client." Troy said over the radio. "Dammit. Copy that. We're on the move. Slow him down!" The leader answered. Troy went over to the elevator, and looked over at the fire-axe in a case next to it. He broke the glass with his bow, and grabbed the axe. He looked up to see that the elevator was being called up. A slight smile crept across his face.

He slammed the axe into the crack of the elevator, and used it to pry it open. Once it was open he sighed. "This is gonna suck." He muttered. Then the elevator came flying down past him. Troy took a few steps back, and then jumped down the shaft. He grabbed onto the elevator's cable, and slid down it. He landed on the top of the elevator. He could hear the faint whispering coming from inside.

Then bullets started flying from the inside. Troy had to start jumping around to avoid getting shot. He took out another round arrow, and jammed it onto one of the bullet holes. Tear gas was pumped into the elevator from the arrow, but they still kept firing. The elevator was nearing the bottom floor. Troy jumped off on the second floor before it stopped. He used the axe to pry open the doors.

"He's in the shaft!" The leader yelled between coughs, as he, another guard, and the client stumbled out of the tear gas filled elevator. "Sir! Beta team is back with the car, and they have the package. It's waiting for you outside." A guard said to the leader as he helped him outside the building. "Good." The leader replied. Troy rushed over to the window, and saw a limousine pull up to the entrance of the building.

"I'm getting real tired of jumping off shit." Troy muttered as he backed up. He waited until he saw the target outside, being dragged along by the security leader, and another guard. Troy dashed out through the window, and leaped towards the guard. He lifted up the fire axe, and landed right on the guy, embedding the axe into his chest. "Oh shit!" the security leader muttered to himself. "Get in the car!" He ordered as he shoved his client towards the car.

The leader drew a pistol on him, but by the time it was unholstered Troy was already on him. Troy swatted away the gun, and punched him in the throat before he could react. He tried to punch Troy, but he swing around him, and placed him in a headlock. He kicked him in the back of the leg, and snapped his neck. Troy tossed him aside, and took out his bow, and another round arrow. He aimed the arrow at the building just as a bunch of guards came rushing out.

He fired the arrow, and it caused a huge explosion. Troy turned his attention back to the target, who was getting away in the limo. Troy fired an arrow into both back tires, stopping it in it's tracks. Troy readied another arrow as he approached the vehicle. The driver hopped out of the vehicle with a pistol ready to shoot him. Troy shot the arrow straight into his heart. Troy cautiously approached the back of the car.

He opened the door, but as soon as he did he was shot into the gut. The target got out of the car, and dropped the gun. He was shaking allover. Troy backed off and took the slug out of his armored jacket. "I'm sorry. I'll make it painless." Troy said. He grabbed him by the neck, and turned him around. Troy took out his knife, and held it to the back of his neck. Troy placed his free hand on his shoulder, and kept him in place.

Troy looked up at the sky, and pushed the knife forward. When the target fell dead he looked down and let out a sigh. "This is Orion. Target down. Need immediate evac." Troy said with a slight sigh. "Rodger that. On my way. Good work Orion. Not as good as if I did it, but still." Troy took his hood down, and ran his fingers through his blonde hair. "Daddy?" A small voice from behind Troy said. Troy quickly turned around, and readied a arrow. What he saw was a little girl, somewhere around 8 years old.

Troy relaxed his arrow, and took his aim off the kid. "Dammit." He muttered. He looked around, unsure what to do. He knew what he was supposed to do, but he didn't want to do it. "Shit." He muttered. He heard the slam of a car door come from behind him. he turned to see Damian Jackson AKA Apollo. "Apollo. We don't have to-" Before he could finish that sentence Damian fired a arrow that went right across his shoulder.


Atlantic City, New Jersey.

Troy's eyes shot open, and he jumped up with a knife in his hand. He looked around to see the crappy motel he was squatting in. He rubbed his eyes as he got out of bed. "Shit. Freaking dreams." He muttered to himself as he sat up at the edge of the bed. He laid his knife on the nightstand next to the bed. Troy got himself up, and went over to the window. He peaked outside to check if he was being watched, he wasn't.

Troy grabbed the least smelling shirt he could find lying around, and tossed it on. He grabbed himself a bottle of water, and began chugging it. He grabbed the current burner phone he's using(he changes one roughly every two months) off the nightstand. "Alright, let's see what today holds." He sighed.

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Vivienne sat on her regal chair as if it was her throne, her leg crossed over and her hands clamped gently on the arm rests, she was staring at the long table in front of her, each side was a chair which held up a crime lord, each of them glared at the other, they were competitors after all. She had called each of them there to demonstrate her powers and have them pledge her loyalty to her, an army of the Underworld.

She watched them bicker and argue for several minutes before one of them pointed her out, the youngest of the 4 men before her, the Don Simoni. He was most certainly the most interesting, he had secured his position by having his father killed by the organisation known as Olympus, his empire was one of the wealthiest, but his eagerness to become more than what he is, would be problematic. Vivienne smirked as all eyes turned to her, she hid her eyes behind black sunglasses but the rest of her features were not obscured and the men were almost enthralled by her beauty alone.

She raised from her chair and circled the room, her hand running over the shoulders of each man in the room. ”I have asked you all here because you lead the largest of the crime families, the Simoni, the Grimsley, the O’Donnells and, of course, the Sakai.” She said as she draped herself over Yuji Sakai, the Oyabun of the Yakuza, her hands linked together as she hugged him, his guards moving in to grab her. As one did, she whipped around and focused on him. “How dare you touch me? Kill yourself!” She ordered and, with an entire audience, he pulled out his pistol and shoot himself. The entire room froze, a dread silence falling over them all.
“Youâ€Ļ How did youâ€Ļ He did exactly as you told him.” Edward Grimsley managed to whimper and Vivienne cast a glance his direction, with a slight smirk.
“Trust me, I was being kind to the boy.” She admitted before removing her glasses and revealing her purple eyes. “I could have done this.” She looked at the other guard who went to grab her and smirked, a much more sinister smile than any of those men had seen. Within a few seconds, the boy was screaming how his body burned and his bones were snapping, his entire body was aching but there was nothing could be done, for it was all in his head.
“Enough!” Yuji yelled at Vivienne and she shook her head and the screaming stopped, it was replaced with pained panting and sobbing. “Nothing happened to you, you are a disgrace.” Vivienne’s face contorted into an angry frown. She slammed her hand on the desk beside Yuji.
“Nothing happened? Let’s test my power on you, shall we?” Vivienne growled, Edward let out a slight chuckle and she glared at him. “If you are so eager to cast aside his pain, I would be happy to show you what he is truly feeling, Oyabun.” She then focused her power and him and before long he was screaming and cry like his personal guard. The entire room froze, they had never seen the Oyabun admit he was in pain, he had one of the best pokerfaces and here he was begging a woman for mercy and to stop the pain.

Vivienne released him from the torture and made her way back to her throne, sitting herself down she kissed her teeth. “This is what disloyalty will get you, a slow, painful death. None will be shown a quick death, like him.” She pointed to the body on the floor, blood pooling around him. “I am your Queen, and I will not tolerate disloyalty.”
“What if we don’t want you as our Queen?” Grimsley asked, standing from his seat.
“I was offering you your life and freewill,” She purred. “There are another 2 options, but you most certainly will not like them.”
“Prove it.” He challenged her, and with a flick of her wrist every guard in the room pointed their guns at him. “What are you doing? Put down your guns, you wankers!” He yelled at his own men, but they just seemed to look right past him.
“This is my offer, promise your families to me, willingly, and you can life and still rule, just under my approval.” She announced standing from her throne and waving her hand again, now each gun was trained at the back of each man’s head. “Or the other options are die here and now, or become one of my many thralls, like your men here have.”

“You have the Simoni family at your side.”
“The Sakai are your humble servants.”
“Aye, O’Donnell are at your service, miss.”
“No, I will not be a slave to some bitch after all this work! She should have to work for it.”
“Kill him.” Vivienne ordered and the room was filled with the orchestra of gunfire and pain, causing a grin to widen across her face. When the room finally fell silent again, Vivienne looked to Don Simoni. ”Simoni, I will need you to contact the Olympus Organisation, what do you call their leader?"
“They call him Apollo."
"I feel we could profit from their expertise. And we also had one mafia family not represented, the Snow family, I would like you to fix that.”
"I shall get on contacting both Apollo and Mr Snow right away, my Queen.” Simoni ever bowed as he addressed her.
”Lady will do.”

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"So, do we have any word on our little 'Archer' problem? Archer....my god Troy never was among the creative bunch." Damian asked in a large board room type office in one of Olympus' bases, as he sat at the head of a large table, and twirled around an arrowhead in his hand. There were several other people in the room with him, all dressed in nice suits. "Yes sir, we've spotted someone matching his description heading into Atlantic City. The Intel is a few days old, and we haven't gotten conformation yet." A woman on his right answered. "Hmm Atlantic City?"

"That would make sense. He'd want to stay in densely populated areas. Places where he'd know we wouldn't risk exposure. Places where he could disappear into a crowd."
Damian pondered as he tapped his arrowhead on the edge of the table. "Sent a recon team in Atlantic City. He's getting uncomfortably close to our NYC office. If he got here, and took this place down then it'll cripple our activity in the North American East Coast." Damian ordered. "Now, then I'll need someone to lead the team just incase this lead turns into something......Deimos. You'll do." Damian then put the arrowhead down on the table.

A man in his 40s with jet black hair, and streaks of grey in them stood up. He was Deimos, and his most distinguishing feature was the Glasgow Smile scars on his face. "Aye, I've always wondered who was a better marksmen." The man spoke with a slight Scottish accent. Deimos was a expert marksmen with a sniper rifle. "Good, then get to it." Damian ordered. Deimos gave him a nod, and left the room. As he left, a somewhat overweight, and bald man entered the room. "Apollo.....sir. We've been contacted by a Vivienne Campbell."

"Hmm, Vivienne Campbell? I figured we'd get a call from her. Her name's been popping up a lot recently. I suppose I should go see what she wants huh Hermes?"
Damian smirked. The man was Hermes, he handled all the contracts from different clients, and he keeps good relations with various important people, and organizations that would have need of their services. "I suppose you should. I talked to her butler, or something. She has an estate here in town. She wants to meet you personally." Hermes stated. Damian rolled his eyes. "I'm not going anywhere to simply appeal to some uppity bitch's vanity."

"And that's why I usually handle client relations."
Hermes muttered. Damian turned to him, and raised a eyebrow. "Um...I mean...we've done a few jobs for her family in the past. It's...prudent to keep these types of relationships. I suggest that you should meet with her." Hermes said in a somewhat worried tone. Damian looked at the others in the room, and gave them a nod for them to leave. Once they all left Damian got out of his chair, and walked around Hermes like a shark circling chum. Hermes was getting visibly nervous. "Don't worry, you're far too important to kill."

"But don't you ever tell me what to do again you chubby little waste of space. I'll go to this little meeting as a curtsy."
Damian then grabbed Hermes' left hand and slammed it against the table. He picked up his arrowhead and jammed it into Hermes' hand. Damian put him into a headlock, and muffled his screams of pain. "I'm the king of the mountain around here. And no ones telling me what to do! Am. I. Clear?" Damian asked as he turned the arrowhead in his hand. Hermes vigorously shook his head yes. Damian released him, and pushed him aside.

Damian exited the conference room, and adjusted his blazer jacket. "Talos, we have a meeting to attend apparently." He said to a rather large, 7 foot man with a scar across his right eye, and wearing pitch-black sunglasses. This was Talos, Damian's personal bodyguard. "Da, ser. YA budu imet' avtomobil' gotov dlya vas." The fearsome looking Russian answered, and then they both went to the elevator. "What did I tell you? English. It's much easier for everyone." Damian smirked. Talos rolled his eyes and then hit the first floor button, and they were off.

It didn't take but half an hour to find the right place. "Talos, is our friends ready?" Damian asked with a sly grin. "Da, they are in position." Talos replied in a thunderous tone. "Good on you for not saying that in Russian." Damian smirked. Talos just grunted in response. "Fine, fine. Just make sure they're ready to act on my word. From what I've heard of her, she has some sort of telepathic power. Don't trust telepaths comrade." Talos raised a eyebrow at him. "Everyone has a price buddy. It's just a matter of finding someone privy on information, and whether it takes green, or the red from a loved one to get them to talk. Don't give anyone any trust my friend."

They exited his expensive limousine, as did the driver. The driver was a lean man with a shaved head, and a wiry build. This man was Alastor, another bodyguard of Damian's. Don't let his size fool you, he is easily one of the most fierce hand-to-hand combatants in all of Olympus. "Let's go boys." Damian smirked as they entered. They were brought to Vivienne by a couple of guards. "Alright, let's skip the formalities. I'm Apollo, leader of Olympus. I'm a very busy man. Who do you want dead?" Damian said giving a lackluster greeting.

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Vivienne after sending the other three away, kept Don Simoni and his family around in her estate, she'd had them in her pocket the day she landed in New York, the previous Don wasn't hard to manipulate and his son was far too interested in please Vivienne for him to take the power away from her, it made her keep him around for more than just protection, his mother was also a hell of a good cook.

Vivienne spent the rest of the day, lounging around the Don's estate, enjoying the enthralled servants and warm day, they were having before Rosa called lunch, Vivienne along with the Don and his family all sat down to a quiet lunch, enjoying Rosa's fine cooking until Vivienne picked up the thoughts of several men. "We have guests it would seem." The ladies all looked around concerned but Vivienne held up a hand and hushed them. "Don't worry, it's just business.

When Apollo and his men were escorted in, Vivienne glared at the guards before smiling at who she assumed was Apollo.
"Alright, let's skip the formalities. I'm Apollo, leader of Olympus. I'm a very busy man. Who do you want dead?" Vivienne nodded to the rest of the family at the table and all of them left the room.
"It's very clear to me that you are a paranoid man." She nodded to the men, brought with him. "Although, a man like yourself must have a lot of enemies. So I'll give you that." Vivienne stood from her chair at the head of the table and gracefully glided over to the men, she set her sights on the Russian. "Or are they toys for me to play with?" She teased as she ran her finger along the Russian's chest, she giggled before twirling and leaning against the dining table.

"Sorry, you've distracted me." Vivienne purred as she returned her attention to Apollo. "I want a great many deal of people dead, the Facility and Silver Enterprise the most, but, that's not why you are here." Vivienne admitted. "You are looking at the Queen of the largest Syndicate in America, only after a month of being her I have united 4 families, all of whom hated each other. I wished to extend an invitation of alliance, Olympus and the Underworld, taking the world by storm. The profit from any and all will be 50/50, or a third, dependant. You will have access to the Irish, the Yakuza, the Mafia, the English and myself, a powerful asset to anyone."

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"I believe it was Al Capone who once said 'You can get much farther with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone.' In my business it helps if you have a lot of guns." Damian smirked in response to her calling him paranoid. "And my people are just that, MY people." He said as she inspected his bodyguards. "So they're mine to use, or throw away if I see fit, I don't accept failure, I'm sure you understand. I'm kind of a big deal." He continued to smirk, just oozing overconfidence, and cockiness.

Damian listened to her go on about her criminal empire, trying to fake interest, and keep himself from laughing at her face. He already knew where this was going. He's heard this song and dance before. Once she was done, Damian gave her a sarcastic slow clap. "Great pitch, no really. You should go into advertising. I laughed, I cried, the whole nine yards." Damian smirked. "Look babe, here's the deal. I've heard this all before. You're not the first would-be criminal mastermind. I've dealt with Warlord, Cartels, Dictators, the works. They all offered the same thing."

"We're assassins, spies, and ninjas babydoll. By definition we're not loyal to anyone but ourselves."
Damian smirked as he folded his arms. "Now, if you want to hire us to kill someone, or protect something, then we'll talk. But if you're wanting me to pledge Olympus loyalty to you, and kiss your ring, then I'm afraid you'll be sorely disappointed." He explained. "Just because you're a telepath doesn't make you anymore special then every other would-be conquer that we've dealt with. Yes we know all about your powers. Information, like everything else has a price my dear."

"Oh, and don't think about using your powers on me. I've got a dozen trained snipers on the place armed with armor-piercing rounds, and thermals. They can rip through armored plating like tissue paper."
He explained with a smirk. "That and my skinny friend here Alastor. I picked him personally for this meeting because not only can he kill a man with a paperclip. But he's spent a few years in a Tibetan monastery learning meditation and such, he can block psychics with just the power of positive thinking or some shit. And he is also immune to your feminine wilds. He plays for the other team if you catch my meaning. You're a power bottom right little buddy?" Damian said as he pointed towards Alastor. Alastor started to answer but he was cut off by Damian. "Yeah, I don't care."

"Now, if that's all I'll be leaving. We'll talk when, and if we have real business."
Damian then turned his back to her, and started to walk away.

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ImageVivienne lent against the dining table, listening to Apollo as he talked, he had the air of confidence and that made her only wish to play with him and his men more, he pointed out the gay one and she giggled a little, it wasn't always her sultry way that got her what she wanted, sometimes it was aggression and force. "Al Capone also had the mental capacity of a 12 year old child, Mr Jackson, but then again, I hear that's good for an American, no wonder you idolise him." She pushed herself off the table and circled it. "Oh and I brought you here not to make you bend the knee, god no that's for the common rabble, the weaker men, the mere mortals. I offered you allegiance, not loyalty, I offered you power, not fealty." She sighed and looked at her nails before she laughed again. "Oh and another thing, you may have forgot about, is whilst I can't control the little Alastor, bonjour." She politely waved in his direction. "The rest of your men are free game, even the snipers. Please, do tell them to fire, I imagine you'd be thoroughly surprised." She took her seat and crossed her legs, resting her elbows on the table, she smirked at him, any alliance with Olympus there would have to be no bad blood and as such, she wouldn't kill their leader, or any of his men and so she made them aim for random points on the room, maybe even around the feet of a few of the men, just for show.

"Oh and did I mention that I can make you a god?" She clicked her finger and a group of her men walked in escorting 6 hooded people, all who looked as if they had seen better days. "May I introduce Dr Richter, Dr Ferrell, Dr Ling, Dr Wilson, Dr Jones and Dr Holmes..." She looked at the scientists in front of her. "Scientists who work for the Facility, no doubt you know all about them, you do seem to know everything. Oh, Dr Holmes here, he plays the game too on the side of little Alastor, I think he's a top and wouldn't dream of bottoming, pretty much the definition of power top." She said with a smirk. "Oh look at us playing matchmaker!" She then looked up at Damian and put her hand up in a wait moment. "Before you ask, stopping you from taking these people is me, and me alone. I will order them to kill themselves, I may even get one of your men to do it." She looked at Dr Wilson, sweet Lily Wilson, bright but certainly not the brightest of the group and therefore most dispensable. "Or I'll do this." She clenched her jaw and closed her fist, within seconds Dr Wilson was screaming, pleading for her life, but Vivienne kept smiling, her eyes lock on Damian as Lily clawed at Vivienne and begged her to stop, in a matter of minutes, she would be dead, her heart giving out. She looked at the dead carcass and clicked her fingers, one of the men lifted the limb body and took it to a room to dispose of.

Vivienne looked back to Damian and with a smirk, she project a thought.'I take information freely, it has no price for me.'

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Damian listened to Vivienne continue with her pitch with a cocky smile. She was a persistent one, he'll give her that. He watched her bring in the doctors, and raised his eyebrow curiously. He watched as she killed the lady doctor with the power of his mind, and let out a bored yawn. "Am I suppose to be impressed? Honestly I'm just feeling a little hungry. I think I'll have some soup after this. How about you guy's? Some soup? I don't care, you'll eat what I tell you." Damian smirked. "I'm a little disappointed to tell the truth. When dealing out punishment I prefer doing things.....medieval. I got myself a torture rack for my birthday. It was a lovely gift."

"Fine, if you're so intent on having a alliance with Olympus, then you'll have it. But a few rules you should know."
Damian begrudgingly agreed. "First, and foremost, don't threaten me. EVER. I bring a whole new meaning to the term scorched earth. Don't feel that you're invincible unless you have nothing to lose. And I know of one or two things you can lose." He smirked, figuring she knew what, or who he was talking about. "Second, you should know that I'm a business man above all else. If this little venture of yours proves to be more trouble than it's worth, then we're out."

"Olympus will not be compromised by you, or anyone else."
Damian said while folding his arms. "With that said, don't expect absolute loyalty. I'm not going to butter you up, and appeal to your vanity by saying I pledge Olympus' eternal loyalty to you. If we get a better offer, we will take it. Without hesitation. Just so you know, nothing personal, it's just business." He smirked. "And lastly, if any of my people die at your, or any of your subordinates hands, then we'll have a problem. I don't care if they failed you, or whatever. I handle my people. Their mine to do with as I wish"

"Those are the terms, if you can't accept it, then we have no further business."

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Vivienne put her finger to her mouth and gently chewed the tip, resting her feet on the table she watched Damian with observant eyes. "God you really are obsessed with yourself, it's not even a facade." She let out a sigh and shook her head, waving her head. "No one is invincible then, not even yourself." She warned him, if he dared set a hand on Dianne, no doubt Dianne could handle herself, but he'd get the Facility and Vivienne's empire rain down on him, he would end up a sitting duck.

She picked up on the reference to loyalty, "How many times do I have to say, I don't want loyalty. Loyalty is for the rabble, the cannon fodder. Allegiance is all I ask, we'll work together but we in no way have to trust or even care for each other. Your terms are agreeable, so long as it isn't a double edged sword, if you wish me to respect those term, then you will also work by them." Vivienne cocked her head with a grin. "There will also be a cut, my empire generates a lot of revenue and the rabble don't need any, the profit is quite high and I'm willing to offer you 45/55, me obviously getting the 55, if this alliance breaks, so too does any deal." She curtly nodded and with wave of her hand, bid them goodbye.

"Oh and Mr Jackson, maybe you could show me this torture rack and we could play who's gun if bigger." She called after him with a sultry smile on her lips. Not long after they had left, Sironi entered the room,
"We just got a message for you, Lady." He informed her. "It's from the Snow family, he requested you visit him and he'll discuss his decision on your offer."
"It would appear I'm to be made an example of, I'm to come begging and pleading for an alliance, so be it." Vivienne left the dining room and heading for the master bedroom, now hers since her arrival at the estate. She opened the walk in wardrobe. She browsed the dresses before picking out the perfect one and a pair of matching heels, and a pair of diamond earrings. She ordered the chauffeur to pick her up and drive her to the provided address. She sat in the car, sipping Armand de Brignac from a glass of crystal and taking great care not to spill over her fine dress.

The car pulled up outside the building and Vivienne sat, drumming her fingers impatiently as she waited for the chauffeur to open the door for her. When he did, she past him a polite smile and stepped out, first her bare leg followed by another, which when she stood were covered by the slit skirt of her dress, the left one just barely being covered. She turned her nose up as woman in a pant suit walked past and had the audacity to look her up and down. Vivienne focused on her and made her walk out onto the road, as if she were crossing without looking and bang, she was hit by a car. Vivienne smirked before returning her attention to the building ahead of her and she made her way in to the reception, she approached the woman and gave her a sinister smile.
Image"Hello, my name Vivienne Campbell, Mr Snow sent for me. I have no appointment but he sent for me so, I imagine he organised one and it better be for now." Vivienne watched the human type her name and the girl looked up her and she shook her head.
"I'm sorry, Mr Snow doesn't have you down for an appointment."
"Well then, I suggest you fix it, before I break you." Vivienne then left the desk and the frightened girl to phone his personal secretary. Vivienne made her way into a waiting room and found a man staring out of the building. "Good afternoon," She purred with a polite nod before leaning against the wall.

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"Fine, then a deal is struck. Feel free to contact me when you need something. Anything at all." Damian smirked with a wink. And with that his business here was over, and he and his bodyguards returned to his limo. "Alright, Alastor take us on back to the tower." Damian ordered when they got into the limo. Alastor gave a nod, and they drove off. "Vy uvereny, chto eto mudroye resheniye , ser? YA somnevayus', chto ona mozhet byt' zavisit ot." Talos asked. "For god's sake! Stop speaking Russian! It's annoying. But this is a good move, for now. And don't ever question me again."

They soon returned to the Olympus building. Damian went back to his office, and slumped himself onto his office chair. He leaned back in his chair, and propped his feet up on the desk to relax. But this wouldn't last long, as he was interrupted by Hermes. "Sir! We have news on Deimos." Hermes stated. "Report." Damian ordered. "Deimos is.....dead. He reported that Troy got away, and then his life signs went offline. We sent a recovery team, and found him shot in the head....with a bullet." Hermes stated, with some sadness. Damian got out of his chair, and looked out his office window.

"Shit. Wait, a bullet? That's not Troy's MO. Do we have any surveillance of the area at the time?" Damian asked as he turned to Hermes. "Yes sir. We have images of a woman helping Troy escape. And here is one of Deimos' killer." Hermes said as handed him several photos. Damian looked them over, and a slight grin crept across his face. "Well I'll be. It's a small world after all. This woman is the escapee from Project TrickShot. But who's this armored bastard?" Damian asked as he tossed Lolly's photos aside.

"From our intelligence, this is a local drug lord, Toxic." Hermes replied. "Toxic? Oh that's cute." Damian smirked. "But a drug dealer? Troy's too much of a bleeding heart to work with some drug dealer. Something else is going on." Damian stated. "Sir? What are your orders?" Hermes asked. "I have a few ideas." Damian said as he left his office. Hermes quickly followed behind. "What are you going to do?" Hermes asked as he entered the elevator. "I'm going to rain hell down on this asshole. I want every shred of information you have on Toxic." Damian stated as he pressed a button on the elevator.

The elevator stopped on at the basement of the building, where the R&D was done. "Daedalus?! Where are you?!" Damian called out. A large black man soon came towards Damian, his hair was frizzy and uncombed, and he was constantly dropping papers from different folders he was carrying. This was Daedalus, one of the lead researchers of Olympus. "Y-yes sir? What can I do for you?" Daedalus asked. "Ah, there's my favorite researcher! I have a special project for you. I want you to develop a defense to telepaths. Some way to protect ourselves from mental influence." Damian ordered.

"Telepaths? Umm....right. I might be able to come up with something. Perhaps a sonic device. Hmmm....I will need to figure out the exact frequency a telepath reads a person's brain waves. Assuming that telepathy works that way. I could run some experiments......if I had some live subjects with telepathic abilities I could crack open their..." Daedalus started to ponder. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I don't care how you do it, but just keep it in house." Damian interrupted him. "Now, how's project Tartarus coming along?" Damian asked as he walked through the research labs.

"Yes, we've done experiments on the subject...it's nothing like we've every seen!" Daedalus responded as they came across a large, metal sphere. "Open it. I want to see it." Damian ordered. Daedalus pressed a few buttons on a nearby panel. The sphere split in half, and started to open up. Inside was a large navy blue substance suspended in the air in a sphere by several bolts of electricity. A sinister grin swept across his face as he looked it over. Then a face similar to Damian's stretched out from the blob. "Hello little buddy."