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Hark

An enforcer for the Gae Ceann

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Gasmask

Groups

The original Gae Ceann: An exclusive club of paranormal and normal entities which are brought together for their love of one another, their motorbikes and the underground crime world.

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"Friend, if you've got flak with us, you've got flak with me. You feel me?"

There was once a man with an extravagant drinking problem, and one day that man ran out of money to pay for all his vices and he called up the devil himself to solve his problem, offering him his soul to pay for an infinite tab at his favorite pub; Drunk Jack's.

Hark tricks the devil by making him climb a tree, once the devil was in the branches, the drunk carved a cross underneath, preventing him from climbing down. The devil laughs and offers a counter-deal, in exchange for removing the cross, he'll forget about the debt. Hark takes this deal with much chagrin, natural suspicious of the truthfulness of a deal with the devil.

He was right to be suspicous, for as soon as he smudged the cross, the devil tore open his rib-cage and placed a lost spirit inside, forever stopping him from passing on and turning him into an ebony lantern for the rest of his days.

Hark drives an old 1988 model RD 350 HT. The motorcycle's lights have been removed and there is a lantern painted on the fueltank.

So begins...

Hark's Story

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Character Portrait: Leela Carroll Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Nora Carroll Character Portrait: Philius Percival Wolfinson Character Portrait: Hark

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A nearby window shutter was pulled down, parting the bright green shades as a suspicious gaze was thrown in the groups direction, especially at the nearby vehicle. Tech-Con in Verinotte Square? That wasn't going to go without reply, the shutters closed and the door to the nearby Gae Ceann Clubhouse flew open with a earsplitting crack.

A bouncer clad in a tight leather cut bearing the vibrant green skull and reverse anarchy symbol of the local motorcycle gang pointed at the vehicle, rapping his knuckles against the frame of the door and catching a rifle that was thrown to him from the inside. The bouncer cocked it, bearing his silver teeth and slinging it over his shoulder.

The bouncer stared daggers at the vehicle and it's occupant; Callandra. The body language was obvious. This is our territory, get the fuck out.

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Character Portrait: Leela Carroll Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Nora Carroll Character Portrait: Philius Percival Wolfinson Character Portrait: Hark

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The music was promptly turned down and the lone Tech Con Senior captain reached for her radio, keying it twice she called in. "Echo One niner three to central, I'm at Grid V-One Nine Seven, See if you can send some boys my way."

--"Confirmed, triangulating location, Location confirmed, dispatching additional units."

The Tech Con agent slowly craned her head at the bouncer, obscured by the truck, Callandra had reached for her own weapon, a plasma pistol tucked in the center console of the truck.

"Hey, I don't want trouble, and you don't want trouble, go back inside and I'll kindly pass on through. You want to make this worse I'll happily oblige." She shouted at the bouncer, while flipping a switch and toggling a small targeting joystick. A handful of clunking sounds echoed and a 38mm Fuel-Rod Cannon folded out from the bed of the truck, then swiveled over and bore aim at the lone bouncer.

"Don't say you haven't been warned."

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Character Portrait: Leela Carroll Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Nora Carroll Character Portrait: Philius Percival Wolfinson Character Portrait: Hark

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"I am Nora Carroll, and this is my daughter, Leela. I am pleased to meet you, Mister Wolfinson. I'm also glad to hear Leela didn't cause you too much trouble the five seconds she was out of my sight."

Leela folded her arms and huffed stubbornly. Nora nudged her leg with an attempt at a nonchalant kick. With an audible, irritated groan, the teenager curtsied to the man. "I am very sorry," she said grudgingly, and only because her mother had been pushing her to do so.

Nora looked about the shop with a smile. "Oh. Perhaps you are new to the area? How convenie-" She was cut off harshly by the blaring techno music and an incredibly rudely spoken young woman. Nora frowned, but Leela seemed somewhat curious. They exchanged glances, then tried to do the same with Mister Wolfinson. They noticed yet another person join the scene as a door opened, revealing a dark skinned man. He seemed to be glaring at the woman.

And then guns were pulled.

Nora held fast onto Leela with a gasp, pulling her back. "My God!"

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Character Portrait: Leela Carroll Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Nora Carroll Character Portrait: Philius Percival Wolfinson Character Portrait: Hark

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"Don't turn this into a fight, lady. This is Gae Ceann territory, vankoryth forces will come down on your ass." The bouncer cocked his shotgun to check the shells left in the barrels, pulling his shirt up to reveal his open ribcage and the glowing orb beside his beating heart and then pulling it back down. "That ain't gonna do shit except scratch the paint on our pub." Hark smiled, an unhinged grin.

Hark exercised his arm. "Sicken up your herd if you need to, I've got mine right here. I just wanted to remind you, this is Gae Ceann territory, coming in here like that is fuckin' insulting." Hark spat on the floor. "Next time, take the normal car. Especially if you're coming back around these parts."

Hark was glad the group had got out of the way, that was his original intention after-all. Who said the Gae Ceann didn't look out for the people outside their clubhouse?

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Character Portrait: Leela Carroll Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Nora Carroll Character Portrait: Philius Percival Wolfinson Character Portrait: Hark

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Callandra shrugged. "If I'm coming back, it's to redevelop." She said, rolling up the window to the truck. "This place is a frakking dump."

She threw the truck into gear, and pulled the cannon back into the bed of the truck.

"Let the military seize control of the place before we redevelop." Once the windows were rolled up, the truck burned rubber and screeched off.

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Character Portrait: Leela Carroll Character Portrait: Philius Percival Wolfinson Character Portrait: Hark

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Philius gave Leela a blank look, resisting the urge to stare her down. When she was gone, he rifled through his books, came back with a worn copy of Cyrano de Bergerac, and exited the same way the ladies had. He double-checked the area, but saw only street lamps, fog, and the cobblestones glistening with morning dew in the first dim light before dawn.

He strode over to the clubhouse and rapped lightly on the door.

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Character Portrait: Philius Percival Wolfinson Character Portrait: Hark

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Hark opened the door, a look of abrupt confusion as he swung it open and saw the face of the man who owned the bookstore down the road. "This is a bar too, friend. You don't knock if you live here." The biker swung his dark hand forward to slap him on the back and shove him inside, leaning his head out to look from left to right for any signs of the vehicle from earlier.

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Character Portrait: Philius Percival Wolfinson Character Portrait: Hark

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Unused to being so easily moved about, Philius looked at the bouncer with surprise. He paused to take in the room around him, eyes wide as they fell upon the hanging motorcycle and the bayoneted rifle, then turned back to the large man. "I, uh..." Blinking and marshaling his thoughts, he continued. "My name is Philius Wolfinson. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance and wished to thank you for intervening with that awful harridan." He held out the book.

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Character Portrait: Philius Percival Wolfinson Character Portrait: Hark

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Hark grinned. "Hi, Phill. I'm Hark." The bouncer introduced himself, moving his hand forward to shake the book as if it were a hand. "That was nothing." The biker crossed to the counter and swiped up two empty glasses, pouring something cheap into the two glasses and holding one out. "Gae Ceann's here to help, especially when it comes to fuckheads like that."

The room was filled with bikers playing pool, talking about motorcycles and some were even disassembling rifles resting on booths, laughing and drinking as they did so. It wasn't your typical bar, that was for sure. There was something vaguely irish playing in the background and the bartender behind the counter was missing a huge chunk of his face.

"Harridan? Who even uses that word anymore, Phil."

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Character Portrait: Philius Percival Wolfinson Character Portrait: Hark

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Hiding his astonishment at the bartender's countenance, and frozen to the spot for a moment, Phil moved to keep up with Hark "Do people not use harridan anymore? I find it to be a particularly satisfying pejorative. Well, nevermind that. This... club, Gae Ceann, is sort of a local neighborhood watch?"

He accepted the offered drink graciously, sniffed, noticed that it was whiskey, and downed it like a shot, not missing a beat. Phil again offered the book. "Anyway, this is a copy of Cyrano de Bergerac, one of my favorite plays. This is from its second publishing run in 1900. The first was in 1897, the year the play premiered."

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Character Portrait: Sam Adama Character Portrait: The Guatrau Character Portrait: David Agmon Character Portrait: Garrett Carroll Character Portrait: Nora Carroll Character Portrait: Philius Percival Wolfinson Character Portrait: Hark Character Portrait: Inside Epilogue Books

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Down the road a lone black rolls royce was seen driving up the cobbled street.

Following the brief exchange between Cally and Hark, some phone calls had been made, and the lone black car, which was flanked in front, and behind by black tinted black sedans.

"I understand there's been some unsavory characters in this neighborhood." The older man said as the car crept to a stop in front of the Gae-Cann Clubhouse and the bookstore nearby.

The older man produced a single gold Aureus, before he handed it to David.

"Go in there and do what needs to be done."

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Character Portrait: Sam Adama Character Portrait: The Guatrau Character Portrait: David Agmon Character Portrait: Hark

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David wasn't a man of many words and his answer came with the click of the latch on the car door as he swung it open and stepped out onto the cobblestone streets. The unmarked vehicles wouldn't be easily linked to Cally's earlier presence in Verinotte Hollow, and David calmly straightened his coat and adjusted his brimmed-hat.

As he closed the car door and approached the club-house he checked the metallic apparatus on his hand - a seemingly harmless device that was worn similar to a glove with a red gem resting in the palm. He flexed his fingers to make sure it was fitted properly before he reached the doors.

His somewhat rough appearance, and the tattoos that snaked their way up his neck from beneath his coat likely left him blending well enough as to not be out of place in the biker club-house.

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Character Portrait: Philius Percival Wolfinson Character Portrait: Hark

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Hark took up the book and opened it, eyeing the first chapter with amusement. "Nah, local motorcycle chapter friend." Hark gestured to the Harley attached to the roof with chains. "First chapter, original and the first, man." Hark threw down the whiskey and slammed the glass on the counter, tip down.

"We live here, just as everyone else does, we look out for each other, Phil. We're all in this shit together, that's what the Vankoryth taught us." Hark continued, grinning. "My bike was made in 1988, not far off in the production line of this here book. I might give it a read, thanks friend." Hark hefted up the book, flicked though the pages once more and slammed it on the counter.

"I've got a feelin' those fuckheads aren't done though. If it's one thing those outsider dickheads do, it's do things in the extreme."

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Character Portrait: Philius Percival Wolfinson Character Portrait: Hark

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"I should probably get going soon. I've a lot of work ahead of me and not a lot of sleep behind me, but if you really think they'll come back, why not set some traps for them? I mean, that truck was big, but what good would a plasma cannon do her if she wound up falling into a covered pit with molotov cocktails raining in from above?"

Phil sat down on one of the stools, giving the problem some thought.

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Character Portrait: Philius Percival Wolfinson Character Portrait: Hark

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Hark laughed and saluted the bartender with a mocking salute. "Show im'." The bartender nodded, stepping though the door blocking people from going behind the counter and pulling the rug away, shoving a key into the lock and yanking it open and gesturing inside with a middle finger. "We're more than prepared, Phil."

Hark refilled their drinks, slammed his down and walked over to the trapdoor, jumping down and pulling some form of rocket launcher from the bottom, patting the barrel and shoving a leg up on the grooves that held the trapdoor and throwing it back down.

"Not the first time we've had trouble here. Don't worry about it, Benji and his gang of ultimate bad-asses will protect you."

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Character Portrait: Philius Percival Wolfinson Character Portrait: Hark

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Phil's eyes were as wide as saucers. "That was... a rocket launcher. A giant gun... that shoots rockets. How often does this... I... should head home. This is a lot to think about. I should get a nap before Nora comes over. I mean... before I open the shop. Thank you again, Mr. Hark, and I will sleep easier knowing you fellows are here and keeping an eye out."

He got up and walked toward the door, looking a bit stunned by all the recent revelations regarding what he thought was just a sleepy little berg with some vampires running around.

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Character Portrait: Sam Adama Character Portrait: The Guatrau Character Portrait: David Agmon Character Portrait: Hark

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Hark leaned next to the door of the clubhouse, a smoke in one hand and his phone in the other. There was a revolver by his side and there was a faint white pulsing glow beneath his wifebeater. The bouncer wasn't exactly paying the best attention when he kicked open the door for them, the girl he was texting was far more important.

"You can bring your weapons in, but if you try anything, your weapons are staying." Hark announced loudly, almost casually. Hark looked up as he finished texting. "By the way, you want to move your vans, you'll get ticketed." Hark mused, sniffing and going back to his phone.

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Character Portrait: Sam Adama Character Portrait: The Guatrau Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: David Agmon Character Portrait: Hark

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Jack watched them from above, smoking and writing down something in a journal as he relaxed on the roof. This was his favorite perch, with his back to the night sky. The werewolf took a sip of something clear from the bottle next to him and kept writing. Those outsiders smelled different from the rest, but they always did.

If they were coming for a drink, they wouldn't have taken three vehicles. Unless they were retarded.

"Fuckin' idiots." Jack breathed, staring.

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Character Portrait: Sam Adama Character Portrait: The Guatrau Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: David Agmon Character Portrait: Hark

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The three cars slowly drove off, leaving David to do what he does best.

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Character Portrait: Sam Adama Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: David Agmon Character Portrait: Hark

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As the vehicles drove off, David made his way inside.

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Character Portrait: Sam Adama Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: David Agmon Character Portrait: Hark

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David shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat as he stepped just inside the bar. Calculated eyes searched the patrons as he activated a pair of shock grenades and tossed them into the room. The first landed in the open floor as it rolled a few feet and detonated, and the second was tossed to land behind the bar-counter.

The black spherical objects briefly emitted an output of intense light and sound, and those caught within their radius were swift to crumble to the floor unconscious - though alive.

Those that managed to instinctively take cover were spared the debilitating effects of the grenades, though David was quick in throwing his coat off to reveal the heavy arsenal of weapons beneath. It was the plasma pistol that he unholstered to fire a shot into the chest of one of the bartenders - a young woman that had been unfortunate enough to be outside of the blast radius of the shock grenades.

The thought briefly crossed his mind that it seemed a waste to kill the young woman, but he didn't relish the thought of her going for that gun that hung above the bar.

He extended his left hand out towards the stairway with his palm raised to unleash a wave of kinetic force from the device on his hand should anyone attempt to enter the bar from that route, and the pistol he turned on the entryway to open fire should the bouncer, Hark, make an appearance.

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Character Portrait: Sam Adama Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: David Agmon Character Portrait: Hark

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As David made his way into the bar, a single black Rolls screeched to a halt outside. Should Hark still be outside as the chaos ensued inside, four mobsters emerged from the windows and opened fire with Disruptor RCW assault rifles. It was like an epilepsy light show as brilliant and rapid flashes of green light lit up the front of the clubhouse as the Ha'la'tha mobsters tore into it from outside.

On the inside streaks of green seared through walls and windows alike, screaming and crackling as they splintered furniture, stone wall, and wooden decor.

The black car suddenly drove off, tires screeching as it made it's way down the street, Sam Adama waiting in a third black sedan parked in an alleyway across the road.

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Character Portrait: Sam Adama Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: David Agmon Character Portrait: Hark

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The projectiles whistled though the air, chipping off flakes of concrete from the entrance and scorching windows. The people that weren't taken out by the shock grenades were shouting, a majority of them were bikers and they were hauling themselves into cover and dragging the stunned or shot into the cover, it was a frantic display.

Benjamin looked up from his desk. The President got to his feet, pulling a hatchet from the nearby rack and sliding it though his waistband, taking up a shotgun and racking the pump as a shell filled with bone fragments, human nails and teeth was shoved into the chamber with a loud click.

Hark wasn't stupid, he hit the floor and as soon as they drove off, he hit the entrance and slammed his back into the corner, taking a few deep breaths and peeking around the corner, that was a lot of damage these assholes were inflicting. Hark held a hand infront of his face and fired blindly at the chains supporting the large motorbike hanging from the roof, which promptly snapped and begun to fall, hopefully landing on David's face.

At the same time somebody dived off the balcony, tearing off his jacket and letting the wolf take over, hitting the concrete and scampering off after the car, following the noises and smells. The wolf quickly gained, leaping up onto a roof and aiming for a leap unto the black car's roof, six inch claws looking for a solid grip.

Benjamin begun to break into a run for the stairs down into the bar.

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Character Portrait: Sam Adama Character Portrait: Tech Con Mercenaries Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: David Agmon Character Portrait: Hark

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As the car continued down the road, one of the Mobsters caught sight of the werewolf chasing them. With a brief exchange in Tauron, the Car accelerated even harder, as the wolf descended with an audible clunk on the roof.

"What the frak?" One of the Mobsters said, growling as he looked back, a third Mobster holding up his Disruptor RCW And firing through the roof, sending searing bolts of green up through the roof at the Werewolf as the car jerked and swerved to shake the creature off.

Alongside the black car, a white pickup pulled up similar to Cally's. It was however unmarked. The white clad mercenary swiveling his rotary plasma cannon on the back, and holding down the trigger. The weapon barked it's report and sent a flurry of superheated plasma, with the intent on either killing, maiming or harming the wolf, or at the very least, force him off the car.

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Character Portrait: Sam Adama Character Portrait: Tech Con Mercenaries Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: David Agmon Character Portrait: Hark

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David heard the screech of car tires before he heard the opening gunfire and he knew well what it meant. He dropped to the floor, just as much in the line of fire as the other occupants of the building. With his back to the wall and the windows overhead, he was under the spray of plasma, but bits of broken glass, charred wood, and chips of concrete rained down around him until at last the vehicles drove off leaving a moment of silence in their wake.

The silence was short lived as both David and Hark went into motion.

David's eyes followed the line of trajectory from Hark's guns to the chains overhead. He dove forward from his position against the wall to take cover behind the length of the bar. He took only a moment to withdraw another grenade from his belt to toss over the length of the counter. As it detonated in a bright flash of light and sound, he rose back to his feet and turned to return fire on Hark in a spray of plasma bolts.

Benjamin's appearance in the stairway would be met with a wave of kinetic force from David's open palm that if it struck would lift him up and toss him back against the steps like a rag-doll. Within the narrow confines of the stairway the focused pulse of kinetic force from the device on David's hand would be difficult to physically evade as there was nowhere to take cover from it.