Sebastian Kaine(Delirium)'s Story

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

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

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

Loki stared vacantly at the open window in the pitch black room filled with darkness, hoping to see butterflies. One small flutter of a wing flying with the cool breeze to signify a new beginning. He peered out the window as if he was looking for something. A sign, a vision, or some reason for being. He looked down at the note he received... "go to the waiting room on the top floor immediately. Swain wishes to meet you." Numerous thoughts ran through his mind. In the 5 years he had been in the underworld he had never met Swain. Loki had all but convinced himself that the man was a myth constructed to feed the delusional fantasies madmen. No one had ever seen the puppet master except his trusted pet guard Gullies. There was a time when Loki though Gullies was actually Swain. What better to control the uncontrollable then by giving them an unknown mysterious leader. If it was known that he was Swain one of the harvesters would have surely tried to kill him for entertainment. Loki's thoughts then shifted to the reason the harvesters were here in the first place. Summoned to the depths of hell to fight an unknown enemy for unknown purpose. He chuckled softly as he thought to himself "only a lunatic would accept such a task. Ahh well, I guess it's time to go meet the wizard."

Loki took the note and cut out the shape of a butterfly. He then left his room talking to himself in a low pitch voice. He entered the elevator and began to ride to the meeting room floor. The sudden sound of jazz music made him lose his train of thought as he began to speculate wildly in his mind regarding the reason he was summoned. The doors opened and he could see he was the last to arrive. His piercing eyes scanned the room cautiously as if he was expecting a trap. He noticed a large skinny window overlooking the underworld. Loki quickly identified this as his escape route if something were to occur. Not only did he have a common mistrust of Krux, or any authority whatsoever, but he always stayed on guard when surrounded by the other harvesters. The only thing that is certain with madmen is that sooner or later they will go mad. Loki stepped off the elevator with his eyes keen on Gullies. His mind became congested with numerous scenarios that may occur next. He walked into the room, all the while keeping an eye fixed on Gullies and stood in the corner close to the window.

The temperature in the room increased, and Lance opened his eyes to look around. He immediately noticed that Elissa and Feng were close... closer than Feng would normally be, especially since the person she was close to was Elissa. Lance eyed the two with mild interest, also noting that Faust had arrived. The tall man stood close to the doorway, and Lance noticed that he was looking slightly disgruntled. Maybe he'd gotten into a scuffle, which was a fifty-fifty chance, of course. Faust had a habit of being kind to some, and a demon in human skin to others. Rumors of the rogue Priest had reached his Mansion, which was located all the way in Australia. Lance's Mistress certainly knew a lot of things, and a lot of people. Lance sometimes even questioned her humanity. Lance once again surveyed the room, this time actually noticing who had arrived properly.

There were a few faces that he knew, one was Insanity, or Frankenstien Brokenheart. One had to wonder about the mans name. Sure, his first name spoke for itself, but 'Brokenheart'? Maybe he changed it after a relationship went sour, or he just had the same loathing of general humanity that Lance had inside of him. Maybe he felt sad because of the fact that he couldn't socialise with people much, due to his.... well, Insanity, obviously. Still, Lance wasn't in a position to judge or criticize the man, and Lance didn't really want to. Sure, his Insanity was uncommon, but Lance had had to deal with his Mistress' younger sister, and what's worse than her? Being locked in a Basement which doubled as your everything room must suck, and your psyche would probably crack. In fact, Lance might've been the only one who ever bothered to visit her, and since he was barely around any more....

A pang of guilt hit Lance like a shockwave. He realised that he wanted, no, needed to see her again. He had other things to do on the surface as well, so when he was up there next time, he might go visit them or something. And maybe his Mother's Grave as well.

Lance covered his mouth and coughed. It was fairly loud, and when he realised a few people had turned to stare he apologised and bowed his head. How had his thought train crashed right then? How had it gone so off of the Rails? Lance shook his head and returned to what he was previously thinking about.

Lance surveyed the room, taking in more faces. Richard... Yes, Richard. Possibly the only person in the room that still held on to the values of Loyalty and trust, even if it was only slightly. Lance wanted to fight him someday, actually, he wouldn't mind taking on Faust or Feng either, maybe even Insanity or the Drunk man, but he wouldn't voice his opinions. Lance looked over the others, his focus finally re-landing on Faust. The man was tall, yes, but how would he fair against Lightning and Knives that can defy time itself? Sure, that Maul of his was big, and even if it only hit Lance once, it could probably break a few bones and ribs, maybe even knock him out cold. He liked Faust though, and if they ever did fight, Lance hoped it wouldn't be to the death, because even though Lance would, undeniably, enjoy shedding his opponents blood, he still slightly respected the older man.

Faust was a holy man, a roving Priest, a 'Father' of the Light. Lance never did believe in God, or any religions, a true Atheist, that he was, but something about the way Faust seemed so sure about what he was doing was right, Lance would tag along any time. As long as it was kept under control. Faust's fighting style, in essence, rushing in and breaking things with his giant Hammer, was fairly convenient, albeit fairly unnecessary, and the funny thing was that his abilities and skills complemented Lance's fairly well.

Lance looked around, a slight smirk on his face. He almost forgot about one of the last times he'd used his Electricity powers. He thought back to it, his eyes widening in ecstasy, he had to bite his lip to stifle a giggle, or moan, whatever it was. He felt the cool trickle of blood flow down his chin, dripping onto his jacket and staining a small patch crimson. His fingers crackled with electricity, letting the sparks sizzle in the air slightly, surrounding him with little sparks of energy, like little Will-O-the Wisps, rotating, circling around him and snapping in the air. They were perfectly harmless, unless Lance wished for them to harm others, of course. Suddenly, they all condensed into a ball that floated just in front of Lance, who at this time had closed his eyes.

The ball twisted, slightly like a small twister, the center of a Maelstrom, just like the Maelstrom inside Lance. It just stayed there, and didn't stop moving around, even when Lance stopped controlling it manually. Lance didn't even have to use hand actions to control Electricity any more. Lance cocked his head to the side slightly, never opening his eyes. His face maintained a peaceful composure as he turned to the newly entering Loki. "Nice of you to join us, Mr. Delirium. How has you day been so far?".

Frankenstein was...bored out of his mind. His mind had wandered on its own as he listened to the others exchanging conversations. His attention span was never a long one anyway. He sat down on the ground, ignoring everything around him as he poked the couch like a curious cat and giggled every once in a while. He mumbled between each giggle "...the table is being a meanie to you? Don't worry...I shall make the table regret it...right table?...wait...why do you break up with me chair? I'm sorry for not talking to you..." His face had a disappointed look on it as his mouth curls into a dark scowl "...no...bad chair, bad...I won't let you break up with me...the sink said he would kill you if you did so..." He punched the couch and began to wail "...no, I don't like it...I don't like it...how dare you break up with me?...I don't like it!" He slammed his fists repeatedly to the couch with an angry look on his face. However, it disappeared as quickly as it came and he giggled again "...just kidding...I love you...yeah, I know you love me, too...chair..." He chuckled and stood up, stretching his entire body as he began to bounce again. His patience was rapidly reaching its limit as Swain still refused to come.

"...It's no fun...I want to play...not waiting...this is no fun..." He pouted as he walked behind Richard. Wrapping his arms around the young man's neck, Frankenstein giggled again as he purred "...fight me, Richardkin...I want to play...I wanna see blood...I want to be bloody Frankenstein..." He clapped his hands together childishly and said in a faked high pitched voice "...maybe Fengkin will want to play with us, too...we can play doctors..." He pressed his index finger to his mouth and whispered hastily like he had some kinds of super secrets "...you know what, Richardkin...I saw something interesting just a moment before...I saw a child! How nice is that? We can play with him...I can let you cut him if you want to...he he he..." He looked around and whispered again "...shh...you're not supposed to tell anyone about that, 'kay?"

Frankenstein didn't release Richard as he tapped his cheek with his finger and looked at Loki as the man walked into the room "...ah! Mister BUTTERFLIES!....He he he..." He called out excitedly and smiled brightly, continued after a small pause "...I saw some hell butterflies yesterday so I captured one for you!...he he he...I put her inside a cage...he he he...you have to play with me to get her though...she's pretty..."

Looking around, Frankenstein became impatient...again "...where's Swaine Swaine...I hate waiting..." He whined and gave them a sad expression, looking like a kicked-puppy.

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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