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Rorian the Scholar
"Those who cannot pay for themselves are not to be called individuals, for they are now owned by me." (Sebastian's voice)
Blood on My Hands - The Used

BASICS
”I am but a mere scholar."
-Nickname: The Scholar, The Butler, The Collector, Vampire of the Nobles.
-Age: Twenty Six, but who really knows but him?
-Gender: Male
-Species: Mutated, but human
-Role: The Scholar Rorian
-Motivation:Why, to make sure people pay! That's really it, but he likes serving Nekria - but he keeps up a front that he isn't serving her to make others believe him to be bribed. Hilarious.

APPEARANCE
”Please avert your eyes to the beautiful Nekria, not myself if you may."
-Eyes:Burgundy
-Hair:Midnight Black
-Height:6'1
-Weight:175 lbs
-Skin Tone:Fair/Pale
-Build:Standard/Lean
-Body Markings: Secretly he has the numbers 9-0-0-1-0 inked upon his neck, but his hairline covers it. Other than that, his skin is basically mark-free from his high style living

MENTALITY
”There isn't much to me besides a wanton desire for your money, mind you."
-Quirks: Regardless of his status as the Scholar, Rorian likes to be the Butler to Nekria - simply because it amuses him. He doesn't mind taking orders from her, and would gladly take the life of a citizen on her behalf. Besides, they probably owe him money. Everybody does.
~He rarely eats much - it just doesn't really have a reason. While others may take an entire plateful to sate their appetite, Rorian will take an expensive meal and deem himself full after one plate (and they make such small food in expensive restaurants...)
-Fears:
Antichrometophobia: the Fear of Losing Money It makes sense for a man that deals with the money of every citizen in the area: Rorian hates losing money at any time, regardless of the situation. Now, if it is going to something that directly benefits the Nobles (which is 99.9 % of the money's use) Rorian can tolerate that.
Ataxophobia: Fear of disorder or untidiness. Similar to the fear above, Rorian fears disorder and untidiness for the simple reason that things can be lost in them - such as his money.
-Likes: MONEY, citizens who pay, Monkeys, the harp, being a Noble, the Nobles, suits, fear, rainy days, misconceptions about himself, gloves, his hair, life at the moment.
-Dislikes: Arrogance, Uselessness, Ugliness, Annoyance, losing money, normal people, any who defy the Nobles, sunshine, concert instruments.
-Personality:
Rorian is one of those people that really shouldn't have been let out of his cage at birth. Ever.

If you ever met Rorian without knowing a single thing about him, you would think he was the most humble and polite gentleman you have ever met. He talks with an air of knowledge, and speaks calmly in every situation. Rarely will he raise his voice above speaking level, and that is usually to speak over top of loud noises. Rorian is sincere with everything he does, and never uses any form of vulgarity or obscenity around people. Bragging about anything he has ever accomplished is never heard from him, and Rorian will normally give the person his full attention if they are speaking, answering in the most polite way possible. No BS, no mess - just straight up answers. When greeted by a new face, Rorian will use 'sir' or 'miss' until he knows their name. That or he just adds the prefix to their names anyway. In all honest truth, Rorian comes off as a man too good to be true, like he fell from heaven itself to grace the world with its presence. Too bad Rorian crawled up from hell to meet everyone.

The whole 'polite, tolerable' natured Rorian is a front which he easily uses to exploit others. The only people he believes that deserve his sincerity are Nekria and Drean, while the rest of the world is merely trash. When it comes to money, Rorian becomes nearly psychotic in his lust for the green paper - it doesn't help that the root of his problems is his OCD for control and tidiness. If you have money, Rorian will find a way to make it his - after all, that is his job as the Scholar: passing the money around 'evenly' throughout the city. Ha. What a laugh. Rorian hordes the money for the Nobles, plain and simple. He would rather burn the money than give it away to the rest of the world, but alas he must keep his front up - even if most of the world knows he is a complete sadist. Torture is never out of the question.

The guy also has this thing about the Jewish proverb 'an eye for an eye'. It is the way he lives his life, really. If you cannot pay with the means of cash, than you shall pay with your body. Now, if you start getting wrong ideas, do - Rorian will either take limbs off of people, killing them for their payment, or letting some of the knights have their way with the person (man or woman, it doesn't seem to matter...) if they so wish. Rorian would even watch sometime, making sure that their payment is always to the fullest.

Ignoring that creepy stuff and onto the more mundane aspects of Rorian, he is highly perceptive and knowledgeable in every situation. Reading people may not take him minutes like some genetics, but as a normal person he is good - he can spot problems with another person's psyche, making them feel highly uncomfortable. It doesn't help when he knows pretty much everything about everyone that lives in New York, hence the name the Scholar. He keeps tabs on nearly everyone, and not just for their money - he likes to make sure that he has ways of bribing and extorting the civilians if he needs to.

When it comes to any feelings towards people in general, Rorian is indifferent. People exist because they can amuse him, give him their money and then die. There isn't real reason for the civilians beyond that in his mind, and he will demote them quite frequently, but not in the manner of rudeness: he keeps that 'butler' theme going, destroying their confidence while still sounding quite humble and meek. Its all in the words, as he says. The only people he has sincere feelings for are Drean and Nekria, both for different reasons. Drean keeps the citizens in the city, something that benefits them both, so to Rorian Drean is a necessary ally and 'friend'. Nekria is his Master, his Mother, and he shall treat her accordingly, regardless of the situation.

In the end, Rorian is messed up: a butler, a scholar, a sadist, a killer. It isn't every day that you see a person that has all four of these qualities. Never the less, Rorian is a psychotic sadist that will do anything for money - and sometimes for the Nobles. But mostly for money.

EQUIPMENT
”You mean, my money? Uh... no, I am not going to tell you about it."
-Clothing: A butler's outfit is the best way to describe his clothing: A perfectly tailored suit with matching pants and shined shoes. His dress shirt is always white, regardless of what has happened earlier in the day. His white gloves somehow stay perfectly white as well, however they do occasionally get coloured with other colours
-Carried Items: Besides his gloves, a pocket square and weapon, he only carries two other objects: a 'black book' that keeps him up to date on deadlines for money and Nekria and a pen that he uses to sign contracts. If Nekria demands him to carry something, he is also carrying that.

-Main Weapon
•Name: Bloody Mary
•Type: Penknife
•Made of:Mithril
•Length:6 inches
•Weight: 2 lbs
•Description/Info: Bloody Mary is his signature pen, used for signing off contracts, and extracting their payment through blood. The pen actually works as a pen, but if he presses a button the opposite end of the ballpoint come off and the blade shows itself. It talks only when the blade is shown, reveling in the fact that it will draw blood - it is basically a Rorian, only a pen that has a blade. The pen is also linked to him by a blood-mithril string, allowing him to throw it and pull it back.

COMBATIVENESS
”As the people below me would say, 'Come at me, brother."
-Natural Talents
•Talent 1:Quick Eyes - While he may not be as fast as the rest of the genetic mutations, his eyes can follow nearly everything and his brain will predict the movements of the attacker based off of their patterns. He will then move accordingly at a fairly fast speed to counter, and return.
•Talent 2:Mimicry - he only needs to hear a voice once, but Rorian can manipulate any person's voice to his own extent. Female, old man, doesn't matter to Rorian - he can do it all. Really helps to open the doors when he needs their money.
-Skills
•Skill 1:Blood Shield: Rorian can create a shield out of his own blood, though he normally uses it as an exoskeleton. It is hard enough to stop basically all forms of attacks, but is vulnerable to the elements and enough bludgeoning.
•Skill 2:Duplication! Rorian can make up to 5 copies of himself, all 'physical and real'. Really, they aren't. They are just a trick of the mind, an illusion created by simply staring at his eyes.

-Weaknesses
•Weakness 1: Long Range - Rorian can do fine up close against anybody, and at mid-range to pistol range he can hold his own. But against somebody farther than that? He is basically screwed, since the mithril cord for his knife doesn't stretch that far, and he doesn't carry something that can shoot. That's the other two's job.
•Weakness 2: Money - his greatest weakness, Rorian will keep anybody alive if he knows he can make money off of them.

HISTORY
"I am not in a position to state mine. Pardon me."

-Life
•Marital Status: Bwhahahahahahahahahaha! Serious?! Anybody that would want to date Rorian would have to be more psychotic than he!
•Family:
Parents Gregory and Jillian [presumed KIA]
What Rorian knows about his parents was what he could learn in his first 10 years of life. They were kind, forgiving and loving - sort of. In reality, they were kind and loving to each other, and highly promiscuous. Even his siblings got more love than Rorian did. He wasn't all to sure why that was the case: perhaps it was because he was the youngest of 5, or because their entire family was dirt poor. Either way, he got the short end of the stick at everything. Literally. Rorian would be left behind if he wasn't paying attention, he would be beaten if not working hard enough for the family, anything. When Rorian was ripped from his home, he presumed them dead since a few years later, he killed them. Thing was, he wasn't in the right mindset, so he isn't entirely sure if he did go out and slaughter his parents or just imagined it. Oh well.
In truth, his parents ran with a gang, so the gang mentality slipped into their parenting habits - though, they never really wanted to be parents of six kids, but s*** happens.

Oldest Sisters Mia and Kelli - [Presumed Alive]
Mia (left) and her younger sister by 2 years Kelli (right) were the oldest of Rorian's family. Well, sort of. Mia is biologically his sister, while Kelli was actually adopted into the family a few years before his birth. Basically inseparable, they were constantly getting into trouble with everybody and everything they came across. Mia treated Rorian like dirt for unknown reasons, while Kelli was the only one to treat Rorian with any kind of respect or love. He was never sure why this was the case, but he was happy that she did. When they both left home when he was 5, Rorian was quite sad that the two that took most of the blame for everything now passed on the burden to him.
-->At the moment, Mia is working for the Nobles, but Rorian hasn't a clue that she is there. Kelli left completely.

Twin Bros Michael and Sammi - both KIA
Michael and Sammi were probably the quietest people you could ever meet. They kept to themselves, never really did anything out of the blue that came off as flamboyant. Completely the opposite of their entire family, until Rorian came along. He acted much like they did, so he found the most companionship amongst them. Too bad they were brutally murdered in a fight. This was the turning point for Rorian, which will be explained later.

Unknown Half-Brother Marcus - Deceased
The bastard kid of another Gang member and Jillian, Marcus was born right after they took away Rorian. When Rorian came back 6 years later to slaughter his family, Marcus was captured and taken in for testing and died.
•History:
Rorian grew up alone in a house full of 7 people. His parents were doing freaky things with the gang they ran with, his sisters were constantly gone to joke and pull pranks, and his brothers barely said a word. Rorian wasn't supposed to be in their family to begin with, especially not a guy - his parents were hoping for a girl so that they could at least get one lady to grow up to run with the gang. Instead, they got a quaint little boy that spoke even less than Mike and Sam. Because of this, Rorian would constantly get 'shafted' by his parents, which included them leaving him in dangerous areas because they 'forgot' him and his siblings always poking fun at him and making him do all the chores. Life for Rorian, for lack of better words, sucked. It wasn't until Mike and Sammi were both brutally murdered when he was 6 for Rorian to start developing a mental psychosis that shouldn't be in children.

See, after that, his parents started getting harsher, and telling him the real truth about the world: how money controlled it all, sex was just a tool, and life was useless. Not something you tell your child, but that was their methods. Rorian started to then shut out most of the world, instead focusing on the important things in life, like how to make money in every way possible. Jeez, for a kid of 9, he was already starting to see patterns in his parents behaviour and exploiting them for money. He felt even less loved by his parents at this time, knowing that instead of being the objects of his affection, they were merely tools. When he was taken away at 10, he was glad.

Rorian was experimented on by Nekria, or 'Mother' as she liked for him to call him, and for the first time in forever, Rorian felt loved by another. Jillian never pestered him into calling her Mother, or saying encouraging statements. Nekria was the only one to treat him so, and because of this he began to adopt everything that made her work into his own life. Sure, he was only a guinea pig - one of the ones to come after Jamus, mind you - but he looked past that. To him, the world was opening up to him, a whole world of unexplored bank accounts ready for him to take. When he was the only one to survive out of his group, he made it his goal to become a follower of Nekria and her ideals, supporting her at the age of 12 - even if she did look down at him. Rorian wanted nothing more to serve, and through his intellectual prowess and money skills became known as the Scholar, second in command of the Nobles only after Nekria herself when the Nobles presented themselves to the world.

Shortly after this, he found his parents and butchered them, claiming that they had not paid him the money they owed. Thing was, Dorian has no real active memory of this, simply because his brain won't let him remember if he committed the deed or not. Well, it doesn't help that he drank some blood and wine together - he wanted to try! jeez.. - and his memory was probably inhibited by that.

OTHER: I read everything...

The reason he is called the Vampire is because of his Bloody Shield skill. Since it requires his blood, he either injects himself with blood or ingests it to keep his own bloodlevels up. He likes to drink it with his wine to freak the locals out, for they will never know if it is wine or blood. Hence the Name.

So begins...

Rorian's Story

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#2012-10-16 05:24:51, as written by JokerofSpades

Blood. So much of it. A pity that it wasn't nearly worth enough.

Rorian stepped out from that little room he liked to call the 'Exchange Centre' and into the hallway. While he had just witnessed the brutal murder of a family, his clothes were neatly cleaned and pressed, for Nekria would not have him be a filthy butler - no, that just would not do. Rorian raised the black book in his left hand, with Bloody Mary giddily twirling in the right. Rorian quickly scanned through the book while he started his pacing towards the office of his Master, his pen tapping against his face as he did. Selbergs, Sensens, ahh! Here we are. The Shamsils. He smiled as he found the name of the family, noting that their debt to him was 27 478 credits, and would have increased to 28 075 due to interest had he not decided to dispose of them today. Rorian gave a little sigh, seeing as how the family had only saved 5500 in cash, and their valuables were pitiful - he could only auction them off for miniscule amounts, nothing close to their debts. This was the only reason he had come to the conclusion that extraction of their blood would be the only way to make back his money.

Speaking of which, the child's blood had tasted awful - she was a dirty O+, which seemed to taste of the dirt her family wallowed in. In all honesty, Rorian himself wasn't even sure why he decided to drink the child's blood to restock on his own - the parents would have probably tasted better. He gave a small shrug, a smirk forming on his lips as he continued his pace. Oh well. Back to Work I go. Rorian gave a creepy smile as he made his way to the grand door that lead to His Lady's office. Before entering, however, he noticed that someone had slightly scuffed the right side of the door. He scowled profusely, making a small mental note to ask Nekria what should be done with the door, before nearly knocking on the door to enter her room. Just as his right hand rose to knock on the now-scuffed door, he heard that sugary voice he knew too well say to another 'Before you do any of that, however, I want you to fetch me Drean and Rorian, if you wouldn't mind.

Rorian gave another one of his semi-creepy smirks before knocking on the door, and spoke - however muffled it would sound through a wall - in his standard speech. "My Lady Nekria, that will be quite unnecessary." Rorian softly opened the door to reveal Vernigan, the supposed 'Man-Who-Couldn't-Lie' being shooed away by his Master. Rorian gave a bow, crossing his right arm - which placed his pen in his pocket beforehand - to his left shoulder to do so. "I am here and at your disposal, Lady Nekria." Rorian said before raising his head, and giving a a shallow bow to Vernigan.

Rorian couldn't wait to inform her of the details of the past few hours. He simply was dying to tell her.

Corvin McMordy

Near the entrance to the sewers, along the main drag, cigarette smoke slowly filtered its way out of a massive casing. To one new to the Underground, they would probably avoid this place, for taking own glance in was to look into a chaotic disaster: buts littered the ground, clothes were hanging from different places, food packages thrown around the room like a piece of modern art. A newbie would never have dreamed that the kid that lived in there was one of the weapon's dealers for the Underground: Corvin the Cobra. The kid was basically passed out on his bed, only awake enough to have a cigarette sticking out of his mouth. If this was an amateur who had attempted this, their bed would probably be roasting that certain loser, but not Corvin. Nope, his head hung off the side just enough that the onlooker could see his face, and his cig didn't turn his bed into an inferno.

By now the newbie would have probably passed on, not really noticing that one of Corvin's eyes had been half open the entire time. Corvin didn't need rando's thinking they could just pop in, still one of his guns, and make a run for it without him noticing. To be fair, Corvin should probably be up by now, like the rest of the Underground, but he was always too lazy and too tired to bother. His goggles were on, filtering out the little bit of sunlight that peered through the hole in his roof, which landed right on his body: Corvin liked to believe that he was solar powered. (Corvin still isn't sure how he got a place near a manhole, but he ain't complaining.)

However, as all good sleeps before this one, it was rudely interrupted by the Underground's constant noise. Sure, he could probably sleep through it if he needed to, but he heard a few other voices that kept his eyes open: well, maybe half open. For starters, he heard the Princess' voice cutting through the rabble, talking too those brats she carried around with her. Once her voice slowly faded away, Corvin legitimately thought that he would be able to fall back asleep. Until Diaren's voice cut through the sleep and made Corvin roll his eyes in annoyance. With that, knowing that he probably wouldn't be able to sleep knowing that Kier had done something weird and out of place again, he got up and changed in a flash. It was Corvin's philosophy that it was better to be fully prepared and lazy, than slowly get through things and be lazy. That way, you could sleep more. Or something.

Once in his normal attire and the cigarette in his mouth still there, he stumbled out of his 'house' to see what was going on. Some people from the Underground even stopped to stare or snicker at him, for it wasn't normal for Corvin to be up at this hour. Sure, he was up for fights, but there wasn't any fighting going on yet.

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#2012-10-18 01:05:03, as written by Furry Dragon

Rillian Yelst

Rillian nearly slapped the butt of her hand against her face at the suprised look Oryn gave her. He had some... issues when it came to talking, especially when approached right out of the blue. She should have remembered that by now. Digging her fingernails into the palm of her hand, she made an attempt at an encouraging, friendly smile.

"B-Bunnies," he stuttered after staring at her with wide green eyes. "You know, the bunny-bombs I make? It's a concept idea, I think." He pulled a bunny-bomb out of his pocket and showed it to her. It was small, making Rillian think of how young Oryn seemed to be at times. Small sometimes equated young in peoples' minds. How old was the concept of that particular bomb? Oryn giggled, saying, "You can see if you want." He showed her a picture of a bunny in a field. It was a cute, cheery looking drawing. Rillian decided he had a pretty good imagination. He couldn't have seen grassy fields too often in his life.

"How are you? What have you been up to recently?" The blonde boy flipped through his notebook. "Do I need to thank you for something I've forgotten? I'll remember next week, I promise."

"I'm doing well, thank you. A little sick of all of this sitting around and doing nothing, but good nonetheless. What have I been up to? Well, thanks to you I've been looking at some cool artwork," she said, tapping his picture. "Recently I have been cooking. When you have the food needs of a bird you need to eat quite a bit. I'd really like to go flying, but it's too risky right now. I wouldn't want to betray the location of the Lost." She genuinely grinned at Oryn's closing statement. "No, you don't need to thank me. Unless I've forgotten, too. Which in that case, it doesn't matter."

"What about you? Have you been busy?" She snorted. That was a stupid question. What was there to be busy with? "Maybe a better question to ask would be how have you been doing."

Vernigen Soletra

"Please, Vernigan, there is no need to be so official around me. Think of me as family. You wouldn't treat family so stiffly, would you?" Nekria said, a sweet smile on her face. Vernigen refrained from answering, deciding instead to go with a small nod. He wasn't sure how he would treat his family after they had sent him away. Maybe he would still be on a good foot with Roger, but heck, he hadn't seen them for eight years!

"Come, sit with me. I just might have a use for you today." Nekria said, patting the seat beside her and making room. Vernigen sat down beside her, taking the spot she indicated. She handed him a water bottle and he held it, unsure if she wanted him to drink or not. Probably not, he decided, so he continued holding it. "Vernigan sweetie, today I would like you to check up on Randle. After that, I would appreciate if you went ahead and took your mission to the outside. I haven't heard from Tallen in too long. Perhaps she is in need of assistance on her mission. However, if she dismisses you, accept it and return. I trust her skills."

Vernigen nodded, accepting her orders. "I will do that, then." He said.

"Before you do any of that, however, I want you to fetch me Drean and Rorian, if you wouldn't mind."

"Of course, Lady," he said, calling her the title out of habit. He winced as the word left his mouth. Rude, rude, rude! He shouldn't call his superior something she didn't want to be. Especially when that superior was Nekria!

"That will be all. You are dismissed." Nekria said, making shooing motions.

A muffled voice could be heard through the door. "My Lady Nekria, that will be quite unnecessary." Rorian walked into the room. "I am here and at your disposal, Lady Nekria," he said, bowing. He even gave Vernigen a bow.

Vernigen inclined his head to Rorian, not wanting to show greater respect to Rorian than he did Nekria. "I will work on my tasks. Good day, Nekria and Rorian." There! He had called Nekria by name. The down side was that he had called Rorian by name too, and he wasn't sure how that particular Noble would like that.

He left the room. His first task was to check on Randle. To tell the truth (like he could tell anything else) Randle creeped him out a little. The guy was a big hulk of rage that needed to be sedated for half of the time. Randle scared Vernigen a little. Randle had brute strength and a beserker's rage that would last for long periods of time. He was unstable and unsafe. He supposed Nekria had a reason for the beserk-knight but it wasn't apparent to Vernigen.

He made his way down the halls, walking with a quite step. He reached the place of Randle's room. Cautiously, he opened the door and barely refrained from letting out a sigh of relief. By the looks of Randle was still half-sedated. Vernigen walked a couple steps into the room. Hopefully he wasn't too close to the behemoth, but one could never be sure.

"Hello, Randle. It's Vernigen. How are you?" he asked, unsure of how much Randle really comprehended. "Nekria wanted me to check on you, so here I am. Do you need anything?" It was a good idea to get on the good side of people. Unfortuantely, Vernigen wasn't sure if Randle had a good side. It was still worth trying, though.

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#2012-10-18 02:37:34, as written by JokerofSpades

Rorian the Scholar

Rorian, in hindsight, probably shouldn't have bowed to the child known as Vernigan: it let loose the fact that he may consider Vernigan to be of actual importance, and he didn't. Mentally, however, Rorian shrugged the meager idea off, and kept his smile on as the boy returned the bow. His action made Rorian add a taste of sinister to his smile, for Rorian confirmed that the kid knew his place. Rorian knew that Nekria convinced all of her followers/mutations that she cared deeply for all of them, saying that they should refer to her as her first name, and sit with her. Rorian knew this to be a front, just as his was. When he first found out, it pained him dearly to know that the only one to whom he thought cared for him actually thought of him to be less than trash. However, over the years, Rorian has accepted this fact, for one reason, and one reason only: he would have done the same.

"I will work on my tasks. Good day, Nekria and Rorian. Rorian merely kept his 'friendly' smile present as Vernigan addressed them both, and then quickly left the room. The smile never really left Rorian's face, but it changed somewhat - instead of inviting and amiable, it looked a little more creepy - instead of looking like a smile, it began to form into a smirk. He said absolutely nothing as the time passed, for it was not his turn to speak - he had done so when he entered the office of his Lady, and he would not speak until addressed. It was just one of those things that he did - after all, he was below her, so she had the authority over him at all times to dictate his speech patterns, thoughts, and actions.

The only difference between himself and the rest of the Noble followers was that he was fully aware of his actions: for some reason, they could not see past their own faces. That thought made the smile even more awkward on his face, and he knew it.

Corvin McMordy

To Corvin, this entire morning seemed to be staged: Step one, wake up a guy that doesn't wake up for another hour or two. It makes him drowsy and more easily controlled, which was exactly what Corvin was at the moment. He didn't really care what happened, but if somebody told him that something was going on, or to do something, he would probably just do it so they would leave him alone. Step 2, get Amelia to give him an order. Corvin was completely shocked to hear Amelia's voice cut through the common rabble amongst the people.

“I want you to come with me as well. Things we need to talk about.” Corvin's eyes were wide with semi shock, until he gave a sigh of exasperated fatigue, and turned around to re-enter his house. Now, this may look like Corvin was ignoring the Princess' order, but he really wasn't - he hadn't eaten yet, so he grabbed a disposable drink and bag of... something to go with his cigarette (Corvin had a feeling it was a bag of chips, but he couldn't really be certain until he opened it.) With his goggles now firmly attached to his head - for they were leaning a little to the right when he came out - and #42 making some prophetic nonsense while being shoved into his back pocket, Corvin came back out of his house and started towards Amelia. His posture was, to say the least, highly laid back - he had a little bit of a slouch going from not doing anything recently. He finally opened the bag of 'whatever it was - turned out to be pretzels... - and was munching on a few when he finally reached Amelia.

For Princess of the Underground, Amelia really didn't look like it. She was technically older than he, but those oddly large eyes certainly didn't solidify that fact. Instead, she looked about 15-16, but Corvin knew better than to feel superior to the Princess. Corvin looked slightly down to meet her eyes, since she was a few inches shorter than his own height, and swallowed the rest of his pretzels. "Alrighty, you got me out of my sleep. What's this all about?" Corvin's voice normally sounded quite nice when he was fully awake, but at the moment his voice was somewhat hoarse. Didn't help that those pretzels made it so damn dry, so he took a drink of his juice - at least, it tasted like juice - to wash them down. It tasted like liquified crap.

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#2012-10-20 06:23:25, as written by Spectrum

Clyde Maxum

“Uh . . . um, it’s not my place to . . . but, t-the Underground . . . ?” Clyde's eyes darted to Fleur's face, his lips tugging down into an unsatisfied frown. What? Was there an issue with his perfect plan? What would she know? Obviously, if she had any objections whatsoever, it was only because she had no idea what it would mean and obviously didn't have the adept thinking skills that he definitely had. He was so far superior to her tiny mind that he was surprised her moon wasn't rotating around his planet. Tft. “I-I’m sorry, but I can’t keep myself from saying what’s in my head or else it’ll drive me batty!” He rolled his eyes and waved a hand before shoving them both in his pockets. He'd already decided at this point that despite her being a color she disagreed with him and therefore, he did not care for whatever she had to say from this moment onward. She could be calling him every insult under the sun and it'd probably go in one ear and out the other.

“The Underground had itself settled into some really dangerous and unsavory stuff—I know we’ve gotten into our share of danger and other stuff too, but still, would aligning ourselves with them, or even associating ourselves with the group b-be. . . .” Is she still talking? Ugh. “W-Would it be for the best? We could wind up marked, hu-hunted. . . .” Clyde let out an exaggerated sigh, not caring if it seemed rude to do so in the middle of her little...whatever she was doing--in the middle of her whole talking thing. He looked around and realized he could see some people up ahead but he didn't care enough to bother focusing on them. “I-I don’t want to see any of us like that, in so dire danger, I’ve been hunted by people before, and i-it’s . . . horrible.”

Whether she was done talking or not, Clyde was a hundred percent done listening to her. "Yeah, yeah, that's nice but--"

Morgan stopped. "There's no way in hell I'd ever go back to the Underground. There's a reason I left, Clyde. And it wasn't easy, getting out. I doubt they'd welcome me with open arms anyhow. The Prince would more likely execute me on sight. He's one of the few who know exactly how to kill me." Clyde felt a little hurt by Morgan's tone, his frown deepening as he gave his leader much more attention than he'd bothered giving Fleur. Morgan didn't agree? Obviously, they couldn't agree on everything, but on this? And he'd thought it was such a good idea, too.. No, screw these two. It was a great idea! ...But that didn't mean he was going to go out and follow through with it. If Morgan said no, then that was it. It wasn't exactly that Clyde feared Morgan because, honestly, he didn't. He wasn't afraid of anyone. But he respected Morgan and would do as he said.

The details on this issue were vague, even to Clyde. He knew bottom line that Morgan and that Underground Prince priss were not on good terms, but...so what? Who even cared about some stupid disagreement or whatever, right? Clyde believed there was strength in numbers. The Lost were good, but...the Underground was great. And the two of them together and all four leaders with their heads together? Plus the kind of talent they could get their hands on? It was a good idea! Annoyed, unable to complain, and now bored with everything, Clyde decided to take his silent frustration out on the nearest object: a small, red rabbit sitting right next to one of the blond kids. If he'd stepped at a different angle, he probably would have stepped on the kid's hand, but he missed the hand and stomped right on the rabbit's head. He glared down at it, not moving his foot for a good few moments as he debated on whether or not he wanted to snatch it up and set it on fire, before giving up and moving on. He hardly glanced at either of the three people sitting around, even the blond boy who owned the toy, before grumbling about something under his breath and moving on to catch up with Morgan.

"Where are we even going? You make it sound like there's somewhere we actually gotta be at," he said when he got there. He adjusted the headphones around his neck so they'd stop rubbing against the skin. "If we're just wandering around without a purpose, then I've got places to be you know." Okay, so that was a bit of a lie. He had nowhere to be. In fact, if Morgan told him he could leave, he'd just end up doing the same boring thing he'd been doing before.

Nekria

Nekria had decided herself finished with outside contact with anyone aside from those she had requested, so she almost immediately gave up any attention focused on Vernigan and went back to what she'd been doing prior. "My Lady Nekria, that will be quite unnecessary." Ah. So he finally decided to present himself. Nekria did not look up, but merely glanced over at the door as Rorian entered the room. She did not allow her expression to waver any as she inspected him, making sure that he was presentable and, as usual, he didn't let her down in that aspect. "I am here and at your disposal, Lady Nekria." She nodded to him in greeting as she waited for Vernigan to say his parting words and leave. Rorian was an older gentleman and therefore she found it unnecessary, and un-ladylike, to use the motherly disposition on him.

Once they were alone in the room, Nekria took a small sip of her water and leaned back in her seat with one leg crossed over the other. She glanced over again at Rorian, head turning with the motion this time to give him more of her attention. "What is it that's humoring you today, Rorian?" She allowed the slightest upturn of her own lips even though she didn't quite believe in using the same tactics on Rorian as with most of the others. It was unfortunate, but easy to make due with. "Have you carried out your requests? Is there anything that needs tending to?" She paused as she took another small sip of her water, her gaze turning back to face ahead of her rather than on the nearby man. "Have any more children been admitted to the ranks?" Another pause as her tone threatened to drop, but continued to be as even as always. "Or is there any news on the rebels?"

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#2012-10-20 15:49:36, as written by The Shadow

Drean Montréal

Drean opened his eyes and started getting up only to be helped up by Vernigen, who also whispered to Drean "Sir, Lady Nekria wants to see you.". As he brushed himself off he noticed the strange man had left. The message that Vernigen delivered suddenly sunk in. He'd have to return to Headquarters and be stuck in a meeting with Nekria and probably Rorian for god knows how long. Drean was about to run for it when Tallen spoke to him "That is assuming, Ser, that you'll be alright making your way back on your own?" which made him stop and think for a moment. He probably could have gotten away if it was only Vernigen and would probably have no punishment from Nekria but since Tallen was here there was extremely little chance of him successfully getting away. "Ah no I think I'll be just fine," Drean said to Tallen with a bit of a sigh. He would have probably gotten her to accompany him back but then Vernigen would have tagged along as well which would have ruined the mood. He was smiling on the inside slightly at Tallen's offer, completly ignoring the fact that she was doing it because of his rank.

Just as Drean was about to head off he noticed that his watch had a tiny light flashing so he quickly pulled out his laptop and noticed that his robotic armour had started heading towards Nekria's office meaning that it had probably been told by someone that Nekria wanted to speak to him. Drean's mind suddenly had a brilliant idea, he then put his laptop away and crouched down to make it look like he was tying his shoelace but instead picked up some loose dirt. "Actually Vernigen, a difficult situation arose and you were unable to get a 'hold' of me," Drean said before standing up and quickly throwing the dirt at Vernigen's eyes and running away disappearing into the crowd. He disliked Rorian and was afraid of what some what afraid of Nekria, he wasn't going to the meeting. Clearly the message to Vernigen was for if he was asked about why Drean didn't go see Nekria himself, since Drean knew Vernigen couldn't lie he'd instead made the message into simply not telling the whole truth. Drean having much experience about weaving through crowds and the fact that he kept a constant high speed meant he easily managed to get away, even if Tallen had of been after him as well.

After having snuck away down some back allyways Drean quickly ducked into an old house he'd taken to using as a bit of a hide away. Not even the Noble's knew where the place was exactly as Drean had set up certain devices to keep the place secure. He dropped down onto a couch and set up an earpiece before reopening his laptop and pulling up what the robot saw. It was just arriving outside of the door to Nekria's office, it knocked with a sort of heaviness that could not be copied by other hands before waiting for a second and then it opened the door and walked in. While the robot could not actually talk it could print out messages from it's 'mouth'. A message was soon printed off, it read "Hello Nekria, you seem as lovely as ever today, how can I help?". Drean could easily hear what Nekria said and could easily see her but Drean didn't have to deal with Nekria face to face which was a bonus for him. Still she could be quite scary even from a computer screen. Drean noticed Rorian was also there like he guessed and so printed off a second message, "Hey there Mr.Money-bags, had any good 'wine' lately?" the 'wine' obviously was refering to blood.

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#2012-10-20 18:31:05, as written by JokerofSpades

Rorian the Scholar

Once they were alone in the room, Nekria took a small sip of her water and leaned back in her seat with one leg crossed over the other. She glanced over again at Rorian, head turning with the motion this time to give him more of her attention. "What is it that's humoring you today, Rorian?" She allowed the slightest upturn of her own lips even though she didn't quite believe in using the same tactics on Rorian as with most of the others. It was unfortunate, but easy to make due with. "Have you carried out your requests? Is there anything that needs tending to?" She paused as she took another small sip of her water, her gaze turning back to face ahead of her rather than on the nearby man. "Have any more children been admitted to the ranks?" Another pause as her tone threatened to drop, but continued to be as even as always. "Or is there any news on the rebels?"

Rorian watched his Lady Nekria as she shifted her appearance from her 'motherly' look to how she always looked for him - serious, powerful. That was the Nekria he knew, even if he grew up with her motherly love. She tilted her head a little and posed a question towards him which he was expecting. What is it that's humoring you today, Rorian? He let his smile drop a little, but it stayed there anyway. "Merely the circumstances and my own thoughts on the Followers, Miss." He finally let his entire smile slip down to a small smirk as she continued her questions towards him. Have you carried out your requests? Is there anything that needs tending to? Rorian nodded slightly as he answered her next series of questions. "I have. The Shamsils have paid off their most of their debt, while a few knights are preparing to seize their home to repossess it. Our funds have grown as of late, as more and more civilians require loans that they cannot pay off." Rorian gave a little pause. "Otherwise, nothing needs your immediate attention as of now in the money sector, Miss. I cannot speak for Drean and the people however." he bowed a little, for he was to be apologetic for not knowing something. Rorian noticed that she took a sip of water during his answer, and Nekria continued with her questioning.

Have any more children been admitted to the ranks? Or is there any news on the rebels? He furrowed his brow a little, before letting it return to its normal state to answer. "According to my intel, we have lost a two of our ranks to the Underground as of last month - both male, late adolescents. No names listed." He opened his black book quickly and began to scan the computerized pages that were contained within. "Four new children have joined our ranks as of 5 days ago, 3 female and a male. They are all still awaiting their fates in their holding cells." He closed the book, leaving the thoughts wide open for Nekria to ponder about the children. "I apologize, I have no knew definite intel on the rebels, perhaps Drean-' a heavy knocking on the door interrupted him, and Rorian instantly suppressed his annoyance when the little robot appeared and printed off a page to which Rorian grabbed from its mouth and read aloud to Nekria, as he always had.

"Hello Nekria, you seem as lovely as ever today, how can I help?" Rorian spoke in his normal manner of half monotone, half intrigue. In reality, Rorian loathed the little robot that Drean used when he didn't want to talk to his Lady in person. However, before he could continue his thoughts, it printed off another page, one that he did not have to read out loud to be annoyed by. Hey there Mr.Money-bags, had any good 'wine' lately? His mouth was in a taut, hard line - he really quite hated the nickname 'Money -Bags - before giving the little robot a smile and answering. "Greetings, Drean. No, to answer your question, I have yet to have any decent wines lately, for I cannot indulge myself while working. Perhaps when I do find one, you would join me." He gave the little robot a smile before turning away from it to face Nekria and stated. "Both Drean and myself are present, Lady Nekria. What would have us do?"

Corvin McMordy

Amelia's eyes always made him feel weird when she looked over him, especially today: they were simply eyeing him over lazily before she said something. This isn’t the right place to talk about the sort of thing I need to talk about. Walk with me and I’ll explain it a little better once we’ve gotten out of ear shot. He gave a sleepy nod before following her as she walked to the back of the Underground City. Must be pretty freaking big if others can't listen in. Corvin mused before Amelia spoke again.I don’t want anyone overhearing and getting the wrong idea about what’s going to come to pass. Now it sound like shit was going to get serious, and Corvin's attention span slowly got longer and more focused as they walked. By her tone, it sounded like something was going to go down, and Corvin always woke up when fights and stuff happened. When they stopped, Diaren piped up about something.

Hey, listen Des...I know you don't really like Keir going off on his own. And I'm sorry I let him. But...he's our leader. It's not like any of us can just tell him he can't go alone. Besides...I'm not that inconspicuos, either. Corvin gave a little sigh with a small chuckle at Diaren's statement. Damn right he wasn't. Diaren stuck out like a missing limb - which is sort of ironic, since Diaren is missing a few. It didn't help that the guy had some metal freaky wings going on behind him. Corvin didn't necessarily dislike Diaren because of this, but how was he supposed to trust a guy like that?

“I don’t care if Keir does as he likes. I go off on my own all the time, and frankly it’ll be his own damn fault if he gets himself captured or killed. He knows enough to not give us all away.” Corvin nodded slighly, staying quiet the entire time and just listening to everybody's thoughts. He really didn't have much to say on either of the matters, since he didn't know what Amelia wanted, nor did he care about Keir's disappearing habits. But do not underestimate the kind of influence I have on him. the Princess turned to the two guys whilst saying her words, and Corvin smirked at her sentence. That sounds like the Princess.. He seriously wanted to light up a cigarette right now, but he really didn't need Amelia getting angry and beating him up over it, so instead he drank his liquified crap and finished off the pretzels before stuffing the empty bag into his back pocket.

Alright, what I wanted to say earlier was—“ Amelia was cut off, however, by the familiar shuffling and voice of that one man that could stop her: Prince Keir. ”Hey guys.” was all the dude said, and Corvin gave him a little nod to signify that Corvin noticed their leader. Amelia wasted no time whatsoever in blasting a few questions at the leader, the way that only the Princess could. Corvin shook his head and finished his drink of crap and threw it towards what looked like a garbage can - if it wasn't, somebody later on would be pissed, but Corvin didn't mind. He checked out of his peripherals to see that Diaren was checking the security cameras, and he gave another sigh. He needed a smoke...

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#2012-11-04 00:57:06, as written by Spectrum

Clyde Maxum

The blond kid looked happy at first. What was his name? Oran? Oreo? Ory-something. Whatever, it wasn't really important anyway. Clyde rolled his eyes and turned his attention back on his leader, the leader of which he didn't exactly agree with at the moment. "Honestly, you're worse than a child sometimes." Again, Clyde replied with another roll of the eyes, huffing a little impatiently as he shoved his hands in his pockets and glanced away as Morgan turned to talk to Fluer. "You can find your way around from here, right? And the others can help you, if you get lost again." Clyde yawned as she walked away, probably to go off and get herself lost all over again. Really, she was totally helpless sometimes, even for a color.

He nearly jumped when he was suddenly grabbed and pulled away from the others around the area into a more secluded area. For a moment, he thought Morgan might still be mad at his suggestion and want to punish him for it, so he braced himself, but it didn't take long for him to realize that that wasn't the case, so he slumped his shoulders and relaxed. "People are beginning to move, and there are whisperings. It would seem that I've gotten the Noble's attention. They're looking for me, Clyde. The way I see it, we have two options. Either we get the hell out of dodge, fast, or I do something to get them off my tail. I'd prefer to do it myself, but I can't leave you behind, I'd never hear the end of it. As much as I hate to admit it, you're probably right about the Underground. But if we do this, it's you and me. The others stay behind until we know whether or not we're even welcome. Then we'll bring along the others." He was damn right about one thing--if Morgan ever thought he could just leave his second in command behind like nothing, he had another thing coming. Morgan turned again to face him and he swallowed down his rising nerves. "Deal?"

Clyde bit his bottom lip and shifted his weight from foot to foot. He didn't answer right away, taking his time to think this through for once as he took a look over his shoulder. He could see some of the others sitting around talking amongst each other about one thing or another. Most of them weren't important to him as individuals, not as important as Morgan was, but as a group they were...special. As a group they were the most important thing in his life and he didn't want to just leave them behind. What would they do without a leader? Or co-leader? What if something happened that they weren't around for? Taking a deep breath, Clyde turned back to Morgan and nodded. "Alright, just you and me then. We'll talk to the Prince priss, see how he feels, and if we get him to agree with us, we bring the rest of our group. Right?" He gave Morgan a slight smirk. "Maybe we can even come up with something good against those Noble jerks. ...When do we leave?"

Nekria

Nekria remained calm as Rorian answered her questions swiftly and with the utmost efficiency. She allowed herself a small smile as he went on. She wouldn't go so far as to say she truly trusted Rorian, but he was definitely efficient in his work and he certainly knew what he was doing when it came to most situations. He was a good asset to have around, even though he was supposed to be more of a partner than a butler. Details. "According to my intel, we have lost a two of our ranks to the Underground as of last month - both male, late adolescents. No names listed." She sighed a little theatrically, placing her now empty water bottle on the table in front of her and motioning for him to continue. "Four new children have joined our ranks as of 5 days ago, 3 female and a male. They are all still awaiting their fates in their holding cells." Well, at least there was that. "I apologize, I have no knew definite intel on the rebels, perhaps Drean-"

A thud at the door interrupted Rorian's speech and Nekria hardly had to look to know who it was. Or, rather, what it was. She stared down at the small robot without an expression. Although, if she had to admit, she didn't care for it. She would much rather have Drean here in person, but she knew from the past that it was either this or, most likely, nothing, so the robot it was. She just gave it a curt wave, supposing Drean could see her through it one way or another, and remained quiet as Rorian read off the message. "Hello Nekria, you seem as lovely as ever today, how can I help?" She nodded curtly and glanced at Rorian as he read a message she figured was strictly for him. She didn't ask. "Greetings, Drean. No, to answer your question, I have yet to have any decent wines lately, for I cannot indulge myself while working. Perhaps when I do find one, you would join me." He gave the little robot a smile before turning away from it to face Nekria and stated. "Both Drean and myself are present, Lady Nekria. What would have us do?"

Nekria leaned down and lifted the robot off the floor, placing it on her lap and studying it for a moment as she considered her options. "I do not like the silence we've been receiving from the two rebel groups. I'm concerned that they may be planning something larger and I wouldn't want to be unprepared for it." She took the robot and flipped it upside down, trying to find the plate for it's circuitry. Her lips pursed in a small pout when she realized it was too well done for her to simply snap or screw off. She would have to congratulate Drean for his good work next time they met in person. She did not enjoy speaking to a robot. "I haven't heard from Tallen recently and she was sent to visit the Underground.."

Suppressing a sigh, Nekria flipped the robot right side up once again, but let it remain on her lap. She rested her hands on top of it as if it were a toy. "The Underground is causing us more issues and I want to put a stop to it. Not to mention the minor issue with that runaway Knight of ours..." She trailed off momentarily, considering her options. After a moment, she patted the robot and continued. "I believe our safest bet would be to stop with the small work and move on to the bigger prizes. There is no need to continue with the experiments on the children of each group. Nobody is coming to save them. There hasn't been an uprising. We need to do something to cause the uprising and bring the rebel groups out of their hiding." She smiled a little. "I believe the best way to do this is by capturing their leaders. Their followers will want to riot for the return of their leaders, but they'll be broken without anyone to direct them. They will be in chaos and that's exactly what we want."

She stood and brought Drean's robot up with her, lifting it to face level, moving it back and fourth as she studied it closer. "So, Drean, Rorian, that's my instructions for you. I don't care how you do it, but I want those four here in our vicinity. I want them alive. That will be all."

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#2012-11-04 22:21:41, as written by JokerofSpades

Rorian the Scholar

Rorian watched as Lady Nekria lifted the robot of Drean off of the ground and set him in her lap. He made no comment about this action, for it occurred quite frequently - even if he was slightly against the notion. "I do not like the silence we've been receiving from the two rebel groups. I'm concerned that they may be planning something larger and I wouldn't want to be unprepared for it. Rorian nodded his agreement as a small, smug grin appeared on his face as Lady Nekria attempted to dismantle the little robot. It amused him to see such a higher being than the rest of the world struggle with circuits and electricity, but he had to hand it to Drean - the man did know how to assemble a perfect robot. It didn't help his little grin, however, that Lady Nekria simply looked adorable when she was pouting about something. "I haven't heard from Tallen recently and she was sent to visit the Underground.. Rorian dismissed the thought of the Knight known as Tallen falling into the wrong hands or betraying them: if he recalled correctly, she was in debt to him roughly 7 dollars.

The Underground is causing us more issues and I want to put a stop to it. Not to mention the minor issue with that runaway Knight of ours..." That wasn't an issue that Rorian felt like addressing - past failures always made his budget hurt. I believe our safest bet would be to stop with the small work and move on to the bigger prizes. There is no need to continue with the experiments on the children of each group. Nobody is coming to save them. There hasn't been an uprising. We need to do something to cause the uprising and bring the rebel groups out of their hiding. I believe the best way to do this is by capturing their leaders. Their followers will want to riot for the return of their leaders, but they'll be broken without anyone to direct them. They will be in chaos and that's exactly what we want." Rorian nodded, that smug smirk returning to his lips as he saw her train of thought perfectly, and loved where this was going. Lady Nekria stood up and took the little robot with her, and spoke her statement

So, Drean, Rorian, that's my instructions for you. I don't care how you do it, but I want those four here in our vicinity. I want them alive. That will be all." Rorian bowed respectively, smiling when his head was down, and his face quite positively sinister when he came back up. "It shall be done, Lady Nekria." Now, Rorian wasn't one for that 'sneaking in and stealing' stuff, he was better at 'Mocking people in public, waiting for them to show up and then kill them' sort of thing. Well, it was either that or "Show up at their house and demand money'. However, Rorian noticed that the robot was starting to print, and he motioned to Lady Nekria about it. "May I." He said, indicating the message that was printing. When it was finished, he ripped it off and spoke its contents out loud once again.

"Rorian, maybe I'll take you up on that offer some time, I've sorta wondered what blood tastes like. My dear lady Nekria, I'll work on your request and I might be gone for awhile but I'll try and contact when I can, also when I do I'd like to know if some information is true or not. Does your knight 'Tallen' really have a brother? until we 'meet' again, take care." He gave a small smirk towards the message after reading it, and then thought about the question posed at the end. However, he didn't have enough time to think, for another message was printed off and he nearly began to read it outloud. He scowled as he read it in a murmur. Money bags learn to enjoy some of the smaller things, cash'll only get you so far, Rorian narrowed his eyes and ripped the page into nice, even squares before discarding it accordingly.

"Lady Nekria, I too will begin preparation for this request by doing only what I was meant to - serving and money watching. If you so wish, I shall leave immediately on a lead I have pending." He bowed a little more shallow this time, his head beginning to compile a list of names and faces who would possibly be able to give him information in exchange for their debt being erased. The lead he had was simply a client he was keeping out of debt that was hinting at the location to the Underground, one that he would very much like to go see in person.

Corvin McMordy

Corvin nearly reached for a cig when Dairen barreled through the guy to get to the leaders of the Underground - since Dairen had a bunch of extra weight on him (metal limbs), that really quite hurt. Corvin narrowed his eyes at the metal kid, and reached for his cigarette out of spite. Cobra would have lit the cig if he hadn't easily heard Dairen's blabbering. "Uh, um....boss, we may have a situation outside...there's some girl moving shadows, and ah....I think...I think He's come back, boss..." Corvin would have just dismissed this as Dairen being overcautious and too easily excitable, but there was something about the way he said the word 'He' that made Corvin curious. Surely MetalMan here didn't mean...

That's him, right? It's not very easy to forget that face...even after four years. Corvin nearly dropped his cig as he walked quite quickly towards the screen to sneak a quick peak at the face. Sure, Keir would probably be pissed off that McMordy was being slighly nosey about security - the dude was lazy, so he gave up most of his rights to care about security... - but that didn't stop him from catching a glimpse of that face. Awkwardly orange/yellow hair, eyepatch over right eye.

"Bastard decided to come back huh?" Corvin said as he lit his cigarette, now behind the two leaders and the security dude. From his tone, it was excruciatingly hard to tell if Corvin missed the tall guy or if he really hated Morgan's guts. Thing was, Corvin wasn't really sure if he missed that guy or not either. Sure, him and Morgan shared a loved for smoking, but that was about the end of similarities between them - for starters, Corvin's fear of cats was indirectly linked to Morgan being somehow able to shift into that freaky tiger. Corvin sucked in a breath slowly, and then blew - more like gave a sigh of smoke - out the smoke in his lungs. He really liked the Lost Children, they were pretty decent folk, but he didn't like their motives. Who gave a crap about finding out about the past? The stuff behind them couldn't save the world from Nekria. "Brilliant, just effing Brilliant."

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#2012-11-09 05:29:37, as written by Spectrum

Clyde Maxum

Clyde had to admit that he was feeling a little excited to finally get the chance to meet the Prince face-to-face. It would be the first time for him. He'd seen pictures of the guy before and he'd heard a few rumors here and there about him. He knew who he was for the most part, but he'd never actually had a conversation with him. It was very possible that he could just be another one of those boring shades of gray that made up the world. But Clyde highly doubted that. No gray lame-o could get Morgan as fired up as that Prince seemed to be able to. And that's one reason Clyde was so excited to meet him, because he had that control over Morgan that nobody else really did. Not to misunderstand--Clyde had no intentions of taking the guy aside and asking him all his knowledge on Morgan or anything like that, he just thought it was...cool. Yeah. Cool.

Oh, wait, he was spacing out. He should probably listen to what Morgan was saying. Man, he sure was chatty all of a sudden. Clyde just kept his mouth shut and continued to nod his head here and there as they made their way through the city to get to...wherever it was Morgan was taking him--probably to the Underground, obviously. "Here. Let's go give the Prince a surprise visit, shall we?" Again, Clyde merely nodded, smirking a little. In all honestly, he'd hardly retained any of the information Morgan was trying to spew out at him all at once. Okay, so the Prince guy had powers to...what was it? Read minds? He had a feeling there was something else about it...but Clyde couldn't remember. All he could remember was that Morgan told him the guy had the power to know everything in peoples' heads. So mind-reading. Right. Got it. The idea made him totally uncomfortable, but maybe he could protect himself somehow? He'd figure it out when he got there. Then there was something about security cameras and some dude with an arm issue and...well, whatever. He got the gist of it.

At the sudden appearance of shadows (at this time of day?), Clyde jumped, stepping away from the Morgan that was no longer there; at least, not in his line of sight. All he could see were shadows, even when he squinted. He was smart enough to know that there was some sort of mutation behind this. They had to be...oh, there she was. "I'd honestly hoped you'd be a bit more of a challenge to catch, Kishitora...but thank you. You've provided me with the Intel that I need about the underground. It will be easy apprehending the Prince now." Clyde frowned. She was definitely not part of the Underground.

He was wondering how to go about this when she suddenly turned to speak to him. "You are the one known as Clyde, no? Your number...what was it...ah yes, I remember now. 0-5-1-3-7, and your power...a minor type of Pyrokenisys. Family of two other siblings, both male, one deceased. Parents deceased soon after your younger brother was born. No, you are not on my capture list, you may go." Huh? He had nothing to say to that. She was obviously off her rocker. She could remember his number right off the top of her head, but she still managed to get his history wrong. Because of course it was wrong. He only had one brother and that brother was dead. She must have her information incorrect. Right. That wasn't the point right now. The point was that she wanted to take the Prince and he wasn't going to let that happen. It would put a major whole in his plans.

He was relieved, but not surprised, so see Morgan break free, shooting him a grin of satisfaction. That was definitely his leader. Totally cool. Totally strong. "I take it...you're a Knight, correct?"

Clyde nearly asked what they should do about the situation--he didn't want to bring unnecessary attention to themselves, but then again, who gave a crap when he could just set any of these guys on fire anyway?--but another voice caught his attention. "Yes, Kishitora, we are Knights. This will be easier if you surrender now. What say you, Ki-" And then he simply passed out. Clyde paid more attention to him than to the Knight, watching carefully as the guy changed from human to something...else. Something much uglier. When the guy, thing, whatever, stood again, Clyde couldn't help but wrinkle his nose at it. "I am Veritas." Oh, so great, it had a name. Because he cared. Not. "What is going on here?" Ugh, shut up, shut up. Let me figure out the situation and shut up before I burn your stupid faces off.

“Good afternoon gentlemen, and lady. As much as I love to have female company, if you could kindly return to wherever you came from and leave these poor pitiful men alone would be of great service to me.” Clyde's head turned again, this time to face...who exactly was this guy? Boring. He looked boring. He talked boring. He was good-looking, he had to admit, but ugh, he was probably just another loser coming here to bug them. So what was it now? Three against two or something? “As much as I would love to know what the hell your doing back here, I would like to have Princess with me when we grill your ass. For right now you two can head inside. Tell them I sent you if you’re asked.” Ohohoh, nevermind. Spicy. So he did have a color. Wait. Wait. Woah. Hold on. Back up. This guy wasn't...was he? He was the Prince? This was the big deal?! Are you serious.

He didn't move from where he was, staring stubbornly at the redhead even as the assumed Prince spoke to the Knight. He couldn't care less what they were talking about. "This is the guy?" Clyde said suddenly, talking specifically to Morgan. He might of been talking a little louder than he intended, but he didn't really care. "This is the big deal you've been so worked up about? Look at him! He's a loser in cloth! He's like...like a pretty boy." He laughed and ran a hand through his hair, not at all concerned by those around him. "Man, I don't get you. This is stupid. I mean really, Morgan, what can he even do? Ugh. Dragging me all the way here, talking my ear off, get attacked by this chick," he pointed a thumb behind him at the girl in question, "just to build up to the one great moment I get to see this great Prince guy and he's totally nothing. Great, cool, awesome. You know what? I will head inside." He nodded his head at the boy who'd transformed, walking up to him with a mixed look of annoyance and disinterest. "Veritas, right? Lead me inside, will you? Maybe the Princess will be something worth looking at."

Nekria

Nekria waited for Rorian to read off the pages Drean printed from the robot. "Rorian, maybe I'll take you up on that offer some time, I've sorta wondered what blood tastes like. My dear lady Nekria, I'll work on your request and I might be gone for awhile but I'll try and contact when I can, also when I do I'd like to know if some information is true or not. Does your knight 'Tallen' really have a brother? until we 'meet' again, take care." She nearly frowned at this, but maintained her neutral expression. However, she wondered what he really wanted with that sort of information. She knew the answer, of course. She knew everything about her 'children.' Whether or not she wanted to disclose this with Drean was a different matter. She would decide on that by the next time they were able to speak. For now, she placed his robot on the ground and let it continue on its way. "Lady Nekria, I too will begin preparation for this request by doing only what I was meant to - serving and money watching. If you so wish, I shall leave immediately on a lead I have pending."

She nodded at him, standing and brushing him off with a simple wave of her hand. "Please do." She brushed the wrinkles out of her clothes and fixed a few misplaced strands of hair before continuing. "There are a few matters of business that I need to attend to, so I will no longer be here." She continued to the door, pausing with her hand on the handle. "If you need me, I will be with my special child." And with that, she nodded to him once again and left the room.

After a short walk, Nekria arrived where they were keeping her 'special child.' Randle. She smiled softly when she saw him, nearing him without fear. "Hello, Randle darling, how are you? I've missed the time we've spent apart." Although she referred to him as her special child, she did not consider him to be her favorite. She did not have a favorite child. That was unethical. A mother could never pick a favorite child. Randle, however, was special in many ways. Although he wasn't a completely success, he wasn't a failure, either. She and her team were able to succeed things with him that they weren't able to with many of the others and although his mental instability was concerning, his attachment and his delusions were excellent assets. "Would you like some fresh air? I think you have earned it. Are you hungry? Is there anything Mother can get you?" She placed a hand on his metal-covered face. "All you have to do is ask."

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#2012-11-10 13:55:59, as written by JokerofSpades

Rorian the Scholar

Please do. At those words, he simply bowed again and waited. While normally he would silently leave without a word, he stayed put - the reason? Nekria was indicating that she was leaving, and that was made clear to him when she stood up to leave. There are a few matters of business that I need to attend to, so I will no longer be here. If you need me, I will be with my special child. Rorian nodded to her as Lady Nekria exited the room. When she did, he gave a sigh of annoyance. To be perfectly honest with himself, he despised that special child of hers, Randle. It wasn't because he was jealous - Rorian was a butler, not a child - it was merely because Randle himself was an abomination. A very, very large, powerful abomination. Since the madman had enough force in that body of his to rip two men in half, Rorian kept his words to himself about Randle. Though, the days that she made him go and converse with the creature appalled him to the core - all he could hear was the mewling of a baby. Well, a baby that could kill anything Nekria asked for, anyway.

Regardless of his emotions towards a certain individual, Rorian smoothly exited the room as well after his Lady. Instead of going towards the rooms full of people, Rorian instead went onto the streets, signalling for two unnamaed knights to follow him. Now, Rorian would have normally just done the solo mission just that, but his face as the Right Hand of Nekria was quite well known throughout the city, so unless he left within the cover of night, he needed to have some 'protection' as you will. In reality, he called the knights that he used 'distractions' for most people would notice them first.

After a car ride, Rorian came to the stop of Mr. and Mrs. Kangley. Well, Mrs. Kangley had been killed by Rorian himself actually, so it was just Mr. Kangley now. Rorian knocked on the door in the special pattern he always used to instil fear - three slow, soft knocks - and paused. After a few muffled sounds from inside, a stout man with glasses appeared below Rorian, his eyes already shifting around to search for an exit.

"He-Hello there, Rorian. Ple-" Rorian rudely interupted him, for he didn't feel like wasting Nekria's time today.

"Two thousand, nine hundred and eight, Mr. Kangley. I trust that your next piece of intel will shave off that amount to only Two thousand, one hundred and fifty-six." Mr. Kangley gulped, pulled out a map, and started explaining in his timid, tenor voice. Rorian kept looking over at him, his smile never really leaving, and wondered how long it would take for this little, fat man to break so he could kill him.

Corvin McMordy

After all that focusing, Corvin's hearing slowly died off. He was used to not being able to hear and all - since feeling vibrations was, in his opinion, much cooler - but it was highly annoying to get glimpses of what other people could hear. It was as if his ears loved pissing him off by being a tease, saying 'Hey, you know what, we are gunna work today! Oh, it's been a minute? Day over!'. Corvin gave a sigh, and used the practice he had gotten pretty good at over the years - reading lips. Yeah, not the most glorious way of figuring out speech, but it got him through life: the ground could only vibrate for so many things, you know.

So, after breathing out his last statement, he tried to make it look like he didn't care anymore. Instead, he could feel Keir's footsteps moving away in a few seconds after he spoke, slightly more heavy than usual (probably due to the crap he had to do next). Noticing that he had left for the surface, he spun around and looked at both the Princess and Diaren. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm backing him up. I consider this a breach in security, and that means shooting stuff." Corvin gave a smirk, then spun on his heels and raced after Keir, but still keeping his distance. However, instead of going outside to greet all of the party guests, Corvin took the alternate route up to his little hawk's nest. This little area was really just a room in the building above one of the sewer entrances, where he had built his own little way to the top so he could keep an eye out for losers when the power went out. Sure, he was called the Cobra and all, but that nickname had nothing to do with Corvin's love for shooting.

Since a rifle was already up there for him - he left his guns at his work site - Corvin made no stops until he reached his perch, and settled down to watch. For starters, he could barely hear anything - they weren't speaking loud enough, nor were they facing in any direction close to him so that he could pick up their vibrations in his jaw. So, from just his eyesight alone, he saw a girl with purple hair and a guy that looked ridiculously confused standing together,
Keir trying to talk to both Purpley and Morgan, with that Clyde kid - dear lord he was an annoying one, and Corvin hadn't a clue why Morgan thought he would be fit for Second in command - looking like his normally retarded self by walking up to the confused guy. Corvin assumed that Purpley and Mr. Confusion were both from the Nobles, and he resisted the urge to shoot them now. Keir would be pissed if he intervened.

Especially now that those other two were leaving, and Morgan and Keir were now talking. Or, at least, it sort of looked like talking - Morgan's face was all angry and stuff.

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#2012-11-19 23:37:39, as written by JokerofSpades

Rorian the Scholar

"You are right about one thing, KnightMare Tallen: You were made for Nekria."

Rorian walked onto the roof from the doorway, seemingly at a perfect time. It was a little talent of Rorian, one that had been perfected many years ago: the art of simply appearing, seemingly out of nowhere. In reality, he had just finished getting information from his informant, and needless to say Rorian was disappointed in Mr. Kangley. The man barely had enough information to shrink his debt down to Two thousand, one hundred and fifty-six dollars, so Rorian changed the deal to $2159. Mr. Kangley wasn't impressed, but Rorian didn't care: in fact, Rorian had been even drawn the deal out longer than normal, hoping the little man would break and the butler could kill him. Recently, Mr. Kangley's information had become less informative, and more trivial. The only thing that Rorian really had gotten from the man was a street, and that wasn't very useful to him. It wasn't until he saw that stupid dragon Vernigan that Rorian decided to talk to the Knights.

Rorian had followed the dragonoid human carrying the purple haired knight all the way through the city, and when he saw the decent he instantly raced up the stairs - but it wouldn't even look like he had. No sweat covered his brow, no heavy breath came from his mouth. Rorian looked the same as always as he emerged from dark doorway of the somewhat deserted building. The metal roof's resonance of his footsteps almost echoed the emptiness of the building, but that meant nothing to Rorian. After all, this building was practically useless.

"Greetings to you, KnightTruth Vernigan, or in this case Veritas. Knightmare Tallen." He gave a small bow when he had stopped, as was his custom. Naturally, he didn't mean it in any form of respect: Rorian just went through the motions. He gazed at both Tallen and Veritas, and gave them a dry smile. Veritas was by no means intimidating to him, even if he was some dragonoid freak. Tallen had seemingly restrained the beast, but that also held nothing to him. While her power over the shadows would be unnerving to a human, to a man that created the illusion of duplication just by staring into another's eyes it was simple.

"It seems that you did require the assistance of Knighttruth, Knightmare. Nekria sends her regards." While she never told him to send her regards to anybody, Rorian did so anyway to remind those that he spoke to that Nekria was everywhere, and disobeying her was punishable by death. "However, I am not here for simpilties: I have my own matters to attend to. Money to collect, blood to extract." He gave another dry smile, and then it disappeared just as fast.

"You're mission was to head after the Prince, if I am not mistaken. And from what I have heard and seen, is that you ran into some trouble along the way." That dry smile was back. "Tell me, Knightmare - as you would so avidly like to be called - where is the entrance to the Underground?" He did not care if she wanted to know why he was headed towards the Underground, and he would answer if she asked. It would be better, however, if she just assumed that it was not any of her business and answered.

Corvin McMordy

Corvin gave a sigh of relief mixed with annoyances as he peeled his eye away from the scope. It felt like a four year reunion from hell, and Corvin wasn't there to join the party. There were two uninvited party guests, but they flew away with that dragon thing as the plane - weird as shit, if you asked Corvin. Then you had Keir getting all emotional, and Corvin was happy that they were all quite loud so he could pick up the vibrations of their speech. So, Keir was screaming about how Morgan was a dick, Morgan was going all feral and stuff, and the red head looked like a complete idiot. Corvin stood up to leave just as Morgan was starting to go a little psycho, and he knew that it wouldn't be that funny to watch. Corvin gave a puff of his cigarette, and slowly made his way down the stairs, back down to his home.

However, when he made it to the bottom, he instantly picked up very angry sounding tones. While they weren't loud enough for him to catch the words, he could catch the loud vibrations in his hypersensitivity, and his jawbone caught the anger. (Yeah, it is kind of weird to talk about his hearing in his jaw. So many people are completely confused as to how a guy can hear with his jaw bone, but it isn't his fault that the Nobles wanted him to be some sort of snake freak). Corvin sauntered his way towards the sounds, slowly picking up words that were none too tasteful. When he finally found out where they were coming from, he was somewhat shocked: The angry voice was Diaren, who wasn't an angry person to begin with, and Keir, the other end of the yelling. Corvin shoved his way through all of the losers that had crowded around as Diaren parted his way through the crowd. Now, with all the information he needed, Corvin spat out his cigarette onto the ground and spoke.

"I didn't know you were a pansy, Diaren." Corvin had his back to Diaren, and then turned around with the same dull eyes that he always had before nighttime. "It's been four years, kiddo, Four Fucking Years. That's one hell of a long time for a friendship to splinter. But apparently you don't understand that." Corvin narrowed his lazy eyes, and said a little more softly. "Best friends hold the longest grudges. Best friends make the worst enemies." He started walking away when he piped up. "Now, if you're not too busy bitching, help me find those restraints so we can go save that dumbass red head. It's either that, or get Keir to kill him, after all." Corvin's words held no remorse, and no excitement. He would truly hate it if the Underground had to go to war against Morgan, but if that was a stepping stone to killing Nekria, he would take it - regardless of his feelings towards an old smoking buddy.

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Rorian

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a character in “Code: Instincts of Survival 2”, as played by JokerofSpades

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