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Ub 'The Dealer' Refferand

"I suggest you buy or get lost..."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by EarthWanderer08

Description

Ub Rufferand



‘Elysium Mover’



GENERAL INFO
Full name: – Ubsynth Refferand
Alias/Nicknames: – The Dealer, Elysium Mover, Galactic Menace, Shadow Dealer, Ghost Dealer
Gender: - Male
Species/Race: – Were-bat
Birth Date: - Unknown
Age: - 3400
Descendent(of): – Werewolf and Bats
Current Residence: – Sol Avenue, among other places
Job/Profession: – Dealing Drugs Galactically
Title: - Dealer
Allegiance/Alignment/Clan(s): - None

APPEARANCE
Height: – 5’8
Weight: - 223
Build: – Lean Muscled
Eye Color: - Red
Hair Color: - Orange
Handedness: - Left
Skin Shade/Color: - Pale
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: -
Description: – This is a man hell bent of making money through selling drugs. Even if the drug doesn’t sell, he finds a way to make it happen. A man of affirmative action, and loves to get his hands dirty, especially when paid well enough to do it, and when there is drugs involved. There are a many number of ways he’s been described throughout history, one is of a bat-like creature that flies and rips the eyes of his victim out. He only does that when he can’t stand to look you…Another is of a tall man, dress in a pinstripe suit. That is his formal attire. He usually wears whatever helps him become incognito.

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MENTALITY
Sexuality/Preference: - Gay
Sanity: – Insane to a degree that is fearful
Friends: – Only the shadiest of people
Likes: – Everything drug oriented.
Dislikes: – Anything not money related
Hobbies: – Making people suffer through his deals, when they don’t involve his benefit.
Personality: – Ruthless and cold hearted, he doesn’t take prisoner, hostages, nor pleas. HE takes blood, blood money, and drugs…that is it. You ask of anything else of him, there had better be one of those three things involved. He is notorious for his clean, and elegant work. Incognito to the highest degree, he prefers to outsource his hits on others, but will do it if they involve some fun, and enough money involved. Scum of the lowest scum, as far as mindsets go. You would live another day encountering this man, but if you know a single drop of information about him, you may not live to see the next two seconds pass.

EQUIPMENT
Weapons: – His claws, and information. A couple of guns as well…
Combat Attire: – Normal outfit he is wearing.

FIGHTING STYLE(S)
General/Preferred Style: – Claws or Guns, you choose.
Hand-to-Hand: – Claw to Claw you mean?
Weapons Style: – Guns…and more guns. Maybe a bullet or 500..
Special Abilities/Affinities: – Shadows, more on that later.

STYLES OF MAGIC (To Be listed Soon)
Chant Magic:
Rune Magic: -
Elemental Magic: -
Psychic Magic:
Conjuring Magic:
Enchantment Magic:
Space/Time Magic:
Arcane Magic: -

HISTORY
Relationship Status: – The only relationship I have is with the shadows, and money..maybe the drugs from time to time, but they sell so fast, it’s short lived.
Family: – If you know any of this, your already dead.
Known Languages: – Ask about it, I’ll make sure you learn in the afterlife.
Personal History/Background: – If you know anything about my life, you know you would only benefit from not knowing…

So begins...

Ub 'The Dealer' Refferand's Story

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"I'm sure that only matter ever so little. Ha. Little girl."

A man approached silently from out of nowhere, his voice carrying melodically over the buzz of the crowd that surrounded the plaza. He was a man dress in a sharp pinstrip red suit. He had no suit jacket, but he did have a vest. It would seem he had bangs covering the right eye, that had an eyepatch covering it. The man oozed poise, but a strange sense of evil. It was as if his presence made you feel the very essence of silence and fear. He held his arms out as he approach, weaving through the crowded center of the plaza. He stood out, but everyone walking seemed not to notice. It was as if the crowd parted for him, as he seemlessly walked through it.

"I imagine such details are forbidden with my clients." He said, now upon them.

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The man looked calm, he even cracked a smile at the young one.

"She talks as if she can get any sort of response from me. I'm not intimidated so easily Lei, or does your little companion not recognize a supperior soul when she sees one?" He directed at Leighana as he walked straight past the little one.

The man had his hands in his pocket, but took them out now, displaying sharp nails, and slightly longer than normal fingers.

"Oops, let me fix those." He said noticing his fingers. They shifted to look normal.

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"Guess she can handle walking away. Maybe not herself...Ha. Anyways. Lets get to business. I'll deal with that hindrance of a child later. Maybe I'll make her life miserable later. Who knows?"

The man simple waits for his correspondant to responsd.

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"Tch." Ub said slightly annoyed, his charming smile that creeped people out, while also getting them to sleep with him in his dealings, was not there anymore. Just a snide frown.

"I tire of the charades, little girl, if you wish to stay, by all means. But understand I intend to make your life difficult later on. Your family know that your hanging with an international drug lord? I'll be sure to get that message to them right now." Ub snapped his fingers, summoning a large bat the size of a melon, to appear on his shoulders. Ub created a letter that was made of parchment, and seemingly tainted with official dark seals and stamps, out of thin air. He handed it to the bat, and the bat flew off with it rolled in its claws.

"I'm sure that solves that."

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"Tch." Ub said slightly annoyed, his charming smile that creeped people out, while also getting them to sleep with him in his dealings, was not there anymore. Just a snide frown.

"I tire of the charades, little girl, if you wish to stay, by all means. But understand I intend to make your life difficult later on. Your family know that your hanging with an international drug lord? I'll be sure to get that message to them right now." Ub snapped his fingers, summoning a large bat the size of a melon, to appear on his shoulders. Ub created a letter that was made of parchment, and seemingly tainted with official dark seals and stamps, out of thin air. He handed it to the bat, and the bat flew off with it rolled in its claws.

"I'm sure that solves that."

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"That maybe so, but did you know that your precious siblings you call brother, have approached me on account of allowing one of their dear friend to live? Sparing his life, because he couldn't pay for the Sarcosis drugs he so desperately wanted?" Ub walked up to and around the little girl, circling her.

"It was fun to tear that dear friend of your sibling apart. Unfortunately for you, the reason why that sibling was even in my presence, was on account of the very foundation your village was founded on. Eons ago, that village was ravage by my kind...of course, you wouldn't know this. They loved the Veridium Nif I was selling back then..Haha, good times."

Ub looked very pleased, oozing vibrant melancholy from the memories of death and chaos.

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"Foolish girl...Doesn't even know her own family. Fine, I guess these days, 'long lost' means nothing. By the way, calling me human, is like calling a god mortal, it's just incorrect, and fails the test of logic."

Ub walks away from the girl, snapping his fingers so that a picture shows up in the girls face. The picture would be of the girl mother, from long ago, around the time she was born, there would be man holding a baby around the age of two as the young girl was born. The picture would look old and worn, as it floated in front of her face.

"Lei, back to business shall we?"

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"Yes, in fact I do. These don't come cheap you know?" He handed her a glowing vile that was blue in it's glow.

"Mediocre Elysium. Not the best of the kind, but not the to choke a Rag Rat over either. It's real deal. I've got three more as soon as you hand over that file."

Lei handed over the pocket knife she was flipping earlier.

"Thank you kindly. I'll be seeing you soon." He promptly turned, tossing three more viles behind him as he was walking toward the little girl named Aht.

"By the way little girl, Aht I believe? It is real. Just check the date and the time. Go confirm the place yourself. Better yet, try finding the man in the photo. Your mother would never tell, she's to busy being my whore. Hahaha!"

Ub rushed at the girl with speed so fast and silent, no one reacted in time enough as he passed right through the girl leaving only a shadow like smoke and mist lingering.

The setting changes from Wing City Plaza to Gae Ceann Clubhouse

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Ub, dressed with his Normal Cas outfit, which consisted of spectacularly clean pinstripe matching slacks and vest, walked into the place with his one glowing red eye. He emmited ancient age and a sense of evil and dredd, it radiated off him like the rippling of water in a pond when a stone was cast upon it.

There was no shortage of flare with this man, from the eyepatch over his right eye, to his long sleeve white silk shirt flaring with his blue overcoat that looked expensive and very much...shady somehow. Overall, he walked with a predatory grace that most would recognize as someone who never loses.

"Hmm...seems to be silent in here. Anyone care for a free drink then? On me..of course."

He spoke with such reverent low and terrifyingly enchanting tones. His face beamed with what looked like joy mixed with sinister and malice. As he strode to the man with the long nose, bypassing him on the way to the center of the bar. Leaving behind a a small bag full of goodies...

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Character Portrait: Renny ("Silent Scream") Higgins Character Portrait: Noel Harrison Character Portrait: Rayan Doyle Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Gerekn Kelluf Character Portrait: Evianna Hartley Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Croaker Character Portrait: Yojimbo Character Portrait: Perro Character Portrait: Ub 'The Dealer' Refferand Character Portrait: Awiti
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Rayan raised a hand signalling that a drink would be much enjoyed. Patiently the gang member waited, smiling graciously at Ub in thanks. Rayan drummed lithe fingers on the table, taking note of everyone who had entered with a single glance. The Gae Ceann had assembled, alright. A cig was lit, so Rayan lit another.

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

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

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Character Portrait: Renny ("Silent Scream") Higgins Character Portrait: Noel Harrison Character Portrait: Rayan Doyle Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Gerekn Kelluf Character Portrait: Evianna Hartley Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Croaker Character Portrait: Yojimbo Character Portrait: Perro Character Portrait: Ub 'The Dealer' Refferand Character Portrait: Awiti
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"Not all," Responded Strangest Danger, tapping at the table one last time.

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

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

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#, as written by Gasmask
Benjamin nodded to all the newcomers as they came in, the shutters were drawn and the room was plunged in mellow darkness, a few errant rays of sunshine bringing out the whites of their eyes. The lights flickered on and there was a loud crack of an axe hitting the middle of the table, bloodstained and a few hair strands clinging onto the wicked edge.

"Attention!" Benjamin yelled at the top of his voice, leaning forward in his chair and letting go of the axe. "Welcome to the first official meeting of the Gae Ceann. I'd go though all your names and welcome you all, but I figured you'd do that with yourselves, you're all brothers and sisters now. I fully expect you to act it." The President continued, taking another swig of whiskey.

Benjamin paused. Ub was not part of the club, and one of the prospects must've forgotten to tell him to leave. The leader rose and wrenched the axe free of the table and hung it on his belt. The dullahan walked over to the dealer and eyed him up and down. "We're closed, you're leaving. Come back later, you look like you could cut it in the club." The leader pulled a card out of his pocket that had the residence of the club and his contact number on it and passed it to the stranger and gave him a shove to the door, and gesturing to the prospects nearby with a throat-cutting gesture that simply said; "Get him out of here. But don't kill him."

Benjamin turned back to the table, smiling.

"You're all here because the club has been busy and I wasn't there to lay down the groundwork. The crimes that have been committed have been done badly, we've gained from it, but done badly. I apologize to start our first ever meeting like this, but it's something I have to get across. I have the power to strip you of your patch, jacket and rank within this club." The leader droned on, cracking his knuckles and sitting back in his chair.

"Treat me as such, and we'll have no problems." The President continued. "The prospects at this table and new members of the club. You're all going to be major players in this club one day, but right now you have to prove that you have something to contribute to the club. Mud, blood and money have their place, but you must all have skills. Brewing a good beer is one of them. As our resident drinkers know." Benjamin winked at Rayan and Noel.

The motorbike above them swung loudly as the leader grinned. "Now to the subject at hand. I want you all to introduce yourselves to me, tell me what your good at, why you're with us." The leader took a swig and fully expected their replies to be worthwhile.

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Ub looked as if he was faiely uninterested in the entirety of the discussions that were being passed around. Either these people couldn't see him, even if he walked in offering free drinks, or if they just ignored him, which was a grave mistake on there part. Ub found interest in the fight club and speaking of money profits, if anyone knew how to roll in the dough, it was him. His galaxy wide trade was one of enormous profit, but I suppose these people don't know much about him or his deeds. That would need change rather quickly.

He moved from the bar, and the shadows that were weighing on him from his own merits and ability to blend, without conscious effort.

"I say we allow the fighting of the fight club to merit profit. Although if it's just about the profit, and fun...my services would be far more interesting and profitable. Whoever, I vote, for what it's worth, to allow the benjamins to scroll in." He stated in a melodic deep and ancient voice. If he wasn't noticed before, he was then.

"As for the killing...let it happen, and then feed them to the lass with hunger issues."

The setting changes from Gae Ceann Clubhouse to Sol Avenue

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#, as written by Zarhara
Zen Hawk had left the city with the Joe retreat but now he had returned. From head to toe he was covered in black Mandalorian armor. Two dual pistols hung from each of his hips and a strange animal at his side. He hadn't wanted to return to this hell hole but with his family safe he knew he could take a risk to make some extra cash. He entered a building and then following specific directions given to him. He had parked a speeder bike outside. The strill followed close at his heels but waited obediently as Hawk heaved the door open and entered the room.

Though he saw no one in the room his H.U.D. Went alight with warnings he immediately scanned around as he cautiously entered. "Show yourself!" Barked a mechanical voice, during jobs he preferred the voice modulator that came with his suit. He placed a hand on the hilt of his beskad as he waited for a response and continued to scan the room.

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Ub didn't like being interrupted. He knew that a zombie infested was perfect for...extracting some samples. He was tearing apart a specimen, and dissecting carefully another on a table in the middle of a dank room. Some blasted open the door down the hall, and he was just finishing up.

He palmed the vials and put them in his jacket pockets, and then stalked about toward the exit around the very small room. He quickly walked around the corner, exiting the room, and making left pasta staircase. Eyeballing a mechanically looking being and an animal. Ub couldn't be seen, but his evil aura, of ancient times must have radiated strongly. He amplified it to draw in some more Zombiborgs for the man who seemed to be following him.

Ub whistled to get the animals attention as well as the zombieborg from the back, but anyone looking at in his direction would've only seen his long overcoat hitting the corner, and exiting to the roof access secondary back staircase. gs came storming in from the building back, and running and drooling like made rabbid beast.

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#, as written by Zarhara
Hawk began to feel an overwhelming sense of an evil aura and then more zombieborgs attacked. He immediately switched to his repeating pistols as they let off a distinctive noise as he began to rapidly fire a series of laser bolts into each monstrosity. Normally the strill at his side would have lept into action but instead it seemed distracted. "The hell is going on here?" He muttered to himself. As he turned to fire he noticed an over coat hitting the stairs though. "OYA!" he shouted to the strill and pointed. This seemed to draw the animal out of it's distraction as it took off at a run up the stairs teeth bared leaving a light trail of slobber behind it. Hawk fire a few more shots at the things before turning to join the chase his boots leaving a large thunk as he ran.

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Ub wasn't running, he was gliding. That is something that kept his walk quiet, whenever he felt like walking. But at the moment, he was gliding up the stairs quite rapidly. He heard clopping from a dog, and decided to do something entertaining. He slowed down, and allowed the dog to catch up, before the dog could do anything but bark, Ub, fast as lightning, shoved a vial of Zobieberg Blood into the things mouth, and disappear into the shadows up the stair just as quickly.

He would hit the roof door and phase through it. He would see another person dressed weirdly with a staff on the roof, apparently waiting on him. Or someone. Ub continued on, gliding toward the guy, ready to rip him apart. But he stopped, noticing the being waiting was a mage...

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#, as written by Zarhara
This was no ordinary animal at that it possessed intelligence as it chase it but it was shocked by the speed. But when the vial of blood was shoved in it's mouth it spit the vial onto the ground. Any other animal might succumb to a virus but strills were different, they were trained hunting animals perfected over thousands of years. Their saliva was especially interesting for it's antibiotic properties. Many of the beasts it hunted were wild across star systems giving it amazing protection against bacterial and viral infections. Hawk raced up the stairs behind the thing not fast enough to spot what was going on. He patted the animal on the back and noticed the vial of blood. "Good try buddy. Stay back and let me handle this one." He said as the strill let out a low appreciative growl. Hawk walked up the stairs slowly before he reached the roof. He reached over his back and removed a carbine rifle. 3...2..1... He counted mentally before heading out the exit onto the roof. He saw Up gliding and another man with a strange staff. "BOTH OF YOU FACES ON THE GROUND NOW!" He shouted his voice amplified to an almost deafening level from his suits speakers.

The setting changes from Sol Avenue to Gae Ceann Clubhouse

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Character Portrait: Renny ("Silent Scream") Higgins Character Portrait: Noel Harrison Character Portrait: Rayan Doyle Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Gerekn Kelluf Character Portrait: Kevyn Shikoba Conway Character Portrait: Evianna Hartley Character Portrait: Yojimbo Character Portrait: Perro Character Portrait: Ub 'The Dealer' Refferand Character Portrait: Awiti
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"Fight club, eh? In tha basement, I assume..." Falcon mused out loud, before spotting the arsehole that had remained after Ben tried to throw him out. With a half-sigh, half-growl, he planted his boots on the floor and stomped over to Ub, grabbing the strange fellow by the back of the neck with his right hand. In his left hand would appear a seventeen-inch blade, wickedly sharp.

"Oi, arsehole! I believe me father already asked yeh kindly ta git out. Well, now I'm asking yeh unkindly ta git tha fuck out! Yeh don' belong ta our gang, an' until yeh do, stay tha fuck away!" With that, he'd steer the sod to the door, at which point he'd take a nasty swipe down one of the fool's arms. Not nearly enough to kill him, but more than enough to draw blood and provide a warning. After this being done, he'd plant a boot squarely in Ub's behind to launch him out the door. Upon which he'd slam the door shut and stump back to his seat very near the head of the table.

"Aye... I support this idea fer a fight club, so long as I get ta bash some skulls in meself," Kevyn stated, lighting another of his 'trademark' smokes as he put his boots back upon the table. "I don' think it should be ta tha death, however, seein' as how we want ta avoid killin' tha innocent as much as possible. Mayhap we could also provide a boxing an'/or a mixed martial arts clinic as well. This, coupled with controllin' the bets, mine and Ruby's shop, we'd be makin' a pretty penny, doncha think?"

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Character Portrait: Renny ("Silent Scream") Higgins Character Portrait: Noel Harrison Character Portrait: Rayan Doyle Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Gerekn Kelluf Character Portrait: Kevyn Shikoba Conway Character Portrait: Evianna Hartley Character Portrait: Yojimbo Character Portrait: Perro Character Portrait: Ub 'The Dealer' Refferand Character Portrait: Awiti
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[Accidental double post, dunno how it even happened. Disregard this one and carry on.]

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Ub didn't particularly like being threathened, and he like it even less when he was attack.

Misty figures that would be shrouded in darkness melded from the shadows in the room, rolling off the stench of death and and overall evil. The entire room would grow darker and filled with mist, leaving just enough light to see a much brighter misty figure that resembled Ub holding a what looked like a glowing red vial, positioned right next to Falcon. Shaking the ground, and making the room tremble. The room would be filled with his voice.

"You would do well not to threaten or touch me again. That is how people end up dead." Quicker than anyone could respond, he would use the arm that had been cut earlier, and morphed the glowing red vial into a glowing red, and very wicked looking curved ancient katana that looked ragged and worn, but well used and sharp. He held it up to the mans throat, drawing a little blood.

He looked the leader straight in the eye, and with his resonating deep tones, he spoke to him aloud filling the room. "I apologize for my intrusion, and I do deeply appreciate your subordinates lack of respect. For you, he won't die, because I respect your operations. However, with that said, try to keep him on a leash. As for this meeting, I didn't get the memo that this wasn't a demacracy, I'll do well to remember that. I respect those who respect me or force respect regardless, so you sir, have gained my respect. With that, I bid farewell, and my offer for my services still stands." Ub looked at Falcon and smiled. "Do try and kill me next time, or end up dead from your mistake of not succeeding. We are both bikers, so try and learn brotherhood, you twit. Draw blood only when necessary."

The room returned to normal, the shadowy figures that reeked of evil melded back into the shadows, and Ub's misty figure dissipated with the rest. The only thing left was the smell of death and the stench of embarrassment.

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Character Portrait: Renny ("Silent Scream") Higgins Character Portrait: Noel Harrison Character Portrait: Rayan Doyle Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Gerekn Kelluf Character Portrait: Kevyn Shikoba Conway Character Portrait: Evianna Hartley Character Portrait: Yojimbo Character Portrait: Perro Character Portrait: Ub 'The Dealer' Refferand Character Portrait: Awiti
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Somewhere in the midst of the dramatics, Perro grabbed one of the shadowy figures and held it in his lap against its will as if it were a cat. But unlike a cat, eventually he forced it between the cracks between the teeth in his mask, slurping it up noisily. Criminals, corrupted shades, they were about the same to him, and as much as he hated sitting in during meetings, at least this one had snacks.

"I like Kevyn's idea of also supplying martial arts/fighting clinics for those interested in the club. Make them pay their money to pay their money to win their money back. But again, the trick is keeping it all as discreet as possible. We still need some of that money to bribe police to let the club continue. Otherwise its first swing and we're shut down."

He casually blew off the remains of his spectral snack through the same cracks in his mask as a thin black smoke.

[[ because metaphysical hellhound and also because ]]

The setting changes from Gae Ceann Clubhouse to Sol Avenue

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Character Portrait: Tierge Di Grun Character Portrait: Zen Hawk Character Portrait: Ubarum Xul Character Portrait: Ub 'The Dealer' Refferand
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Tierge looked stunned. He was expecting a person to come, but he was expecting his partner, not this very disturbed looking fellow who reeked of ancient blood and evil aura. Tierge saw another man appear through the door, and was glad to see he was a cop of some sort, but surprised to be getting stuck up by the man. Obviously this was a misunderstanding, and he was not about to be a part of this, if was prone to getting shot. Tierge raised his staff a little, and spoke into the mind of the cop.

'I am not the bad guy, I hired your services so we could catch this criminal right in front of you. I am a investigative black battle-mage. So help me capture him.' It would sound like a soothing voice that was surrounding the mans entire world. Whether he was cyrborg or human or another species, it would go through, but he could say no more afterward.

He spoke aloud at that point. "Mis-ter, shroud in dark. You are und...er arr-est." Tierge's Terran was always choppy because he was a natural telepath, but figured his message was going to get through.

Tierge's eyes glowed a darker shade of yellow once he was done speaking. Then he sprang into action, using his small size to approach the culprit with speed and agility he normally never used. But he knew this man was fast, so he need every ounce of his agility. Tierge was on the man in less than a second, covering 40 feet with ease. He brought his staff up in an arch, and the staff morphed into a wicked sharp sickle fit for his size. It should have cleaved the man in two, but he knew he would either hit shadows or air. He was anticipating which at that moment.