Enyalios breathed as deeply as he could without disturbing any of his injuries and concentrated on the fizzling spark he felt in his body. With sheer willpower, he had fought not to touch it instinctively when Dolos was attempting, and failing, to make him beg, all the while praying fervently that he could choose a better timing to start his part of the plan. Much as he wanted to, frying Dolos on spot was not, so he had endured until, thank the entire Greek pantheon, Dolos had to leave to for some secret Phoenix business.
Offering a prayer to the gods he used to worship along with his traditional Japanese family, and he reached out to his flickering power with his mind. Now was the time, while his torturer was away, and he willed for his ability to wake up, to wreck havoc under his control.
It did not work.
Biting down on his already very swollen lips, Enyalios exhaled deeply and took a long breath in. Deimos warned him that he may not have the choice of dealing with his power the usual gentle way as it was overloaded and locked down, and much as he wanted it otherwise, he knew he would have to resort to the alternative method.
Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes and stretched his senses outwards to find the nearest electricity source, reaching at it to pull a thread of current towards him. Normally, it would be as easy as reciting his ABCs and he could pull such a thread from nearly a hundred metres away. But now, with his ability unstable and barely usable, it was a chore that left him sweating profusely even before the current reached him.
And when it nearly did, his gift jumped to life. Electricity surged like a sudden tidal wave from within his lean frame, catching him by complete surprise and almost got away from his roused ability. Screams tore out of his throat as hot searing pain lashed through his veins and every part of his skin, all caused by the electrical charge he had absorbed and was holding back to build its power. Only when he could no longer hold on anymore then did he direct all of it towards the nearest power outlet and pushed it all the way to any and all power supplies of the building, frying everything it reached.
Limp and totally spent from his effort, he barely had the strength to force his eyes open to see the lights go off. A smile curved his bruised lips as he succumbed to the allure of blissful unconsciousness.
If he had stayed awake longer, Enyalios would have heard the soft voice of a person beside him, speaking the words, "The stars here have gone out. It's time to fish."
[OOC: Yes, action on Phoenix side has officially commenced. The other three towers should have their power cut right after the report reached them (which is the words, being said by Draenaria). If anyone wants to take a Phoenix member side role and fight my characters (no plot needed, seriously), now is the chance.
And tag ya, Rean-ni!]
Offering a prayer to the gods he used to worship along with his traditional Japanese family, and he reached out to his flickering power with his mind. Now was the time, while his torturer was away, and he willed for his ability to wake up, to wreck havoc under his control.
It did not work.
Biting down on his already very swollen lips, Enyalios exhaled deeply and took a long breath in. Deimos warned him that he may not have the choice of dealing with his power the usual gentle way as it was overloaded and locked down, and much as he wanted it otherwise, he knew he would have to resort to the alternative method.
Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes and stretched his senses outwards to find the nearest electricity source, reaching at it to pull a thread of current towards him. Normally, it would be as easy as reciting his ABCs and he could pull such a thread from nearly a hundred metres away. But now, with his ability unstable and barely usable, it was a chore that left him sweating profusely even before the current reached him.
And when it nearly did, his gift jumped to life. Electricity surged like a sudden tidal wave from within his lean frame, catching him by complete surprise and almost got away from his roused ability. Screams tore out of his throat as hot searing pain lashed through his veins and every part of his skin, all caused by the electrical charge he had absorbed and was holding back to build its power. Only when he could no longer hold on anymore then did he direct all of it towards the nearest power outlet and pushed it all the way to any and all power supplies of the building, frying everything it reached.
Limp and totally spent from his effort, he barely had the strength to force his eyes open to see the lights go off. A smile curved his bruised lips as he succumbed to the allure of blissful unconsciousness.
If he had stayed awake longer, Enyalios would have heard the soft voice of a person beside him, speaking the words, "The stars here have gone out. It's time to fish."
[OOC: Yes, action on Phoenix side has officially commenced. The other three towers should have their power cut right after the report reached them (which is the words, being said by Draenaria). If anyone wants to take a Phoenix member side role and fight my characters (no plot needed, seriously), now is the chance.
And tag ya, Rean-ni!]
Quado nods and extends his arm toward the center where the eleven men awaited on their high thrones. The Dragon Oracle himself steps himself to the side to complete the equal lining of five men on each side. Unlike Quado, the other nine members had their heads covered by the hoods of their black cloaks with a green dragon design raveling itself around it, and a zipper in the front of each coat. They all varied in size, with two of the Oracles possessing the evidence of women among them. The two Hades members do not hesitate to walk down the aisle toward the ones who were apparently the leaders of this entire gang. The Oracles were watching the duo as they approached the desk, their ambitions, intentions, and thoughts hidden within the mystery of their cloaks. It was like stepping through a hallway of statues that stared with still-life attention, neither paying attention or "not" paying attention. By the time they stop at the end of the carpet, the middle man looks down onto the two. He was described as someone of his 60's, balding in hair, and growing a white beard upon his pale face. His eyes, however, showed strength in their look, as he looks at the visitors with a raised brow.
Not just him, but the rest of the ten that sat before them. They varied in ages, with one looking rather young on the far right end. Their descriptions were similar to common buisiness men with the exception of the variety of Dragon designs on their clothing, too, all in their own unique styles. For now, the distinction of each was not of concern.
"It is not everyday," the middle man finally spoke with his hands clasped together and resting in front of him upon his desk. "That we meet others from another organization. Please, repeat who you two are again? We require to hear of everything that has brought such persistent men into our home. After all, I'm sure you did not crash a blimp into our city for no reason."
They were oblivious that their own John Baylor had landed his air vehicle into the city as if it was a giant parking lot. And with so much destruction caused by that chaotic event alone, it was only questionable why they had yet to subdue and kill Deimos and Momos now where they stood.
Not just him, but the rest of the ten that sat before them. They varied in ages, with one looking rather young on the far right end. Their descriptions were similar to common buisiness men with the exception of the variety of Dragon designs on their clothing, too, all in their own unique styles. For now, the distinction of each was not of concern.
"It is not everyday," the middle man finally spoke with his hands clasped together and resting in front of him upon his desk. "That we meet others from another organization. Please, repeat who you two are again? We require to hear of everything that has brought such persistent men into our home. After all, I'm sure you did not crash a blimp into our city for no reason."
They were oblivious that their own John Baylor had landed his air vehicle into the city as if it was a giant parking lot. And with so much destruction caused by that chaotic event alone, it was only questionable why they had yet to subdue and kill Deimos and Momos now where they stood.
Deimos raised any eyebrow, his expression amused. "Just to clear the record, we did not crash that floating balloon ship into your city. Your own man did. By the name of John Baylor, once upon a time, John J. Claymore. I bet his name is in your books. Your Dragon Oracle here saw me having some fun with him downstairs, by the way."
The man who spoke up glanced at Quado and received the confirmation that Deimos was speaking the truth. "Well, then, my apologies. But we still don't know who you are."
"I'm surprised that none of you have attacked me on sight yet, but my name's Deimos." Deimos paused when he heard a sharp intake of breath, before grinning. "Yes, that Deimos. The Phoenix member who disappeared during the last Triad War. But my true allegiance lies elsewhere, and Momos here is a fellow member of the organization we belong in. We are here, primarily, to take out the Phoenix, after an ex-member of ours by the name of Dolos, betrayed us and took control of the Phoenix Triad."
Momos looked bored. "I received confirmation earlier from our people in Vincellio that Deimos has made it onto the Triad's black list, if you want to check if he's lying. And unless situation has changed recently, Deimos's prized student is in Dolos's hands. The kid is responsible for the destruction of Phoenix HQ in Tewen, so some of your people may have seen him."
"Let's say I believe you, for now, about your identities and situation. That does not tell us why you're in our city instead of the Phoenix's. And standing before us."
The corners of Deimos's mouth lifted easily. "That's simple. We infiltrated this city with the aim to destroy your clan, since you may end up being a nuisance to us. But after seeing how your clan may be worth allying with, I changed my mind. That way, not only can we not step on each other's toes when we both go after Phoenix, but we can help each other too."
The man's eyes narrowed contemplatively, but nothing could be read from his expression. "What sort of help can we get from you that we don't already have? We can just kill the two of you here and continue on without you, can't we?"
"Well, you can." Deimos shrugged nonchalantly. "But we won't just stand there and let you kill us, and you don't know how much damage we can deal before you take us down. Plus, I have two interesting piece of information that I'm willing to share only if we have a deal, though I do have a hint for one of it."
A grin crept up his face fast and vicious. "So... how well do you want to know who and where the people who helped us infiltrate this city are? They are getting closer by the minute and unlike us, they only want to destroy you."
[OOC: Surprise, Vex! =P]
The man who spoke up glanced at Quado and received the confirmation that Deimos was speaking the truth. "Well, then, my apologies. But we still don't know who you are."
"I'm surprised that none of you have attacked me on sight yet, but my name's Deimos." Deimos paused when he heard a sharp intake of breath, before grinning. "Yes, that Deimos. The Phoenix member who disappeared during the last Triad War. But my true allegiance lies elsewhere, and Momos here is a fellow member of the organization we belong in. We are here, primarily, to take out the Phoenix, after an ex-member of ours by the name of Dolos, betrayed us and took control of the Phoenix Triad."
Momos looked bored. "I received confirmation earlier from our people in Vincellio that Deimos has made it onto the Triad's black list, if you want to check if he's lying. And unless situation has changed recently, Deimos's prized student is in Dolos's hands. The kid is responsible for the destruction of Phoenix HQ in Tewen, so some of your people may have seen him."
"Let's say I believe you, for now, about your identities and situation. That does not tell us why you're in our city instead of the Phoenix's. And standing before us."
The corners of Deimos's mouth lifted easily. "That's simple. We infiltrated this city with the aim to destroy your clan, since you may end up being a nuisance to us. But after seeing how your clan may be worth allying with, I changed my mind. That way, not only can we not step on each other's toes when we both go after Phoenix, but we can help each other too."
The man's eyes narrowed contemplatively, but nothing could be read from his expression. "What sort of help can we get from you that we don't already have? We can just kill the two of you here and continue on without you, can't we?"
"Well, you can." Deimos shrugged nonchalantly. "But we won't just stand there and let you kill us, and you don't know how much damage we can deal before you take us down. Plus, I have two interesting piece of information that I'm willing to share only if we have a deal, though I do have a hint for one of it."
A grin crept up his face fast and vicious. "So... how well do you want to know who and where the people who helped us infiltrate this city are? They are getting closer by the minute and unlike us, they only want to destroy you."
[OOC: Surprise, Vex! =P]
~Igami's quarters~
"How beautiful," Rauls noted, glancing down at the being laying before him half-naked, if not for the bed sheet. Being able to manipulate a person's senses had it's advantages. No matter the darkness, the doctor could always feel his companion with an undeniable closeness.
"Now, now, pet, wake up. We have work to do, and I can't have you sleeping on the job," Igami sing-songed, planting a light kiss on the tip of his companion's nose. As the being's eyes fluttered slightly, indicating a slow awakening, Igami giddly replied with "It's playtime, pet. Go be a good boy and bring me Kaito-chan, won't you?"
~Post Black Out: Kaito's room~
Before the shinobi, a number of factors lay obvious. First and foremost, Igami had yet to reveal Kaito's connection with Hades and the Enya incident, although for what purpose, per se, remained unknown. Despite the good doctor's blatant envy of Kaito's previous love-life, Igami always held the notion imperative of keeping Kaito in the close vicinity, normally to hinder any further development between the shinobi and Orpheus, yet now... far too many possibilities lay open as to why the doctor failed to reveal this fact.
The second factor, Hades' plot to establish a massive power-outage, also remained unknown to Dolos until now. Raul's reasoning behind keeping this a secret, potentially, more so threatened the completion of Kaito's mission, in so far as Igami mastered in twisting situations to his own advantage. Not revealing this information, however, also listed him as a potential traitor. While memory manipulation was an incredibly complex art, Dolos was never one to take failure lightly. Playing on Dolos' fear would make Hades' objective all the easier to fulfill.
In essence, a bluff would be the best course of action. Kaito’s intelligence web far surpassed Dolos’ on a general basis and exposing Igami as a traitor and member of Hades’ would prevent any further course of action on Rauls’ part.
Removing the hood, Kaito closed his eyes and focused on probing the aura in the vicinity. With the number of individuals nearby slightly lessened by Dolos' command, the shinobi located Raul's in the hospital wing a small distance away, and Dolos near Enya. At that moment, Igami's life energy split into two, one slightly different, though incredibly similiar.
One headed toward Kaito's quarters, the other to Dolos.
Comparatively, Kaito found these no circumstances to chance a brawl--especially with one able to control his/her aura this well. The fight would not only draw a great deal of attention, but indefinitely stall the shinobi's success.
Kaito left, progressing as quickly as possible toward Dolos. The fastest means, being blocked off by Igami's counter-part, the shinobi could do naught to prevent Igami from contacting Dolos.
~~Igami~~
"Dolos-san, it seems like you have a bit of a problem. Why don't you let me help you with that?" Igami questioned quasi-innocently, as Dolos' hand reached for the door concealing Enya.
"Dr. Jacob Rauls. Why yes. I do have a problem. I minute detail you've so kindly left out in your report. May I ask why?" A shiver ran down Rauls' spine, as the implications of what Dolos stated sat in: 'Leave, or I'll happily deal with you before I move on to Enya.'
With a pleasant smile, Igami happily noted that in his line of work, mistakes may be made.
"If you're of no use to me, leave," Dolos smirked, decreasing the available space in which Igami could freely move.
"With all do respect, and I do mean, with all do respect, I fear my elder's far more than I fear you." While the doctor failed to fear them in the least, the remark served it's purpose. Dolos' curiousity peaked as his control over the space around Igami relaxed.
"And just who are these elders?"
"Yakuza."
[OOC: Please disregard my last post.... It has hence been deleted. I’ll explain Igami's pet's powers in the next couple posts. Tag, Sel-chan!]
"How beautiful," Rauls noted, glancing down at the being laying before him half-naked, if not for the bed sheet. Being able to manipulate a person's senses had it's advantages. No matter the darkness, the doctor could always feel his companion with an undeniable closeness.
"Now, now, pet, wake up. We have work to do, and I can't have you sleeping on the job," Igami sing-songed, planting a light kiss on the tip of his companion's nose. As the being's eyes fluttered slightly, indicating a slow awakening, Igami giddly replied with "It's playtime, pet. Go be a good boy and bring me Kaito-chan, won't you?"
~Post Black Out: Kaito's room~
Before the shinobi, a number of factors lay obvious. First and foremost, Igami had yet to reveal Kaito's connection with Hades and the Enya incident, although for what purpose, per se, remained unknown. Despite the good doctor's blatant envy of Kaito's previous love-life, Igami always held the notion imperative of keeping Kaito in the close vicinity, normally to hinder any further development between the shinobi and Orpheus, yet now... far too many possibilities lay open as to why the doctor failed to reveal this fact.
The second factor, Hades' plot to establish a massive power-outage, also remained unknown to Dolos until now. Raul's reasoning behind keeping this a secret, potentially, more so threatened the completion of Kaito's mission, in so far as Igami mastered in twisting situations to his own advantage. Not revealing this information, however, also listed him as a potential traitor. While memory manipulation was an incredibly complex art, Dolos was never one to take failure lightly. Playing on Dolos' fear would make Hades' objective all the easier to fulfill.
In essence, a bluff would be the best course of action. Kaito’s intelligence web far surpassed Dolos’ on a general basis and exposing Igami as a traitor and member of Hades’ would prevent any further course of action on Rauls’ part.
Removing the hood, Kaito closed his eyes and focused on probing the aura in the vicinity. With the number of individuals nearby slightly lessened by Dolos' command, the shinobi located Raul's in the hospital wing a small distance away, and Dolos near Enya. At that moment, Igami's life energy split into two, one slightly different, though incredibly similiar.
One headed toward Kaito's quarters, the other to Dolos.
Comparatively, Kaito found these no circumstances to chance a brawl--especially with one able to control his/her aura this well. The fight would not only draw a great deal of attention, but indefinitely stall the shinobi's success.
Kaito left, progressing as quickly as possible toward Dolos. The fastest means, being blocked off by Igami's counter-part, the shinobi could do naught to prevent Igami from contacting Dolos.
~~Igami~~
"Dolos-san, it seems like you have a bit of a problem. Why don't you let me help you with that?" Igami questioned quasi-innocently, as Dolos' hand reached for the door concealing Enya.
"Dr. Jacob Rauls. Why yes. I do have a problem. I minute detail you've so kindly left out in your report. May I ask why?" A shiver ran down Rauls' spine, as the implications of what Dolos stated sat in: 'Leave, or I'll happily deal with you before I move on to Enya.'
With a pleasant smile, Igami happily noted that in his line of work, mistakes may be made.
"If you're of no use to me, leave," Dolos smirked, decreasing the available space in which Igami could freely move.
"With all do respect, and I do mean, with all do respect, I fear my elder's far more than I fear you." While the doctor failed to fear them in the least, the remark served it's purpose. Dolos' curiousity peaked as his control over the space around Igami relaxed.
"And just who are these elders?"
"Yakuza."
[OOC: Please disregard my last post.... It has hence been deleted. I’ll explain Igami's pet's powers in the next couple posts. Tag, Sel-chan!]
Some of the Oracles stirred when Deimos spoke about the damage he could cause before they would be able to take him down. Only a couple, however, as the others remained stoic in their stance, including Quado. Heknew enough already about them to know that they were just cockily teasing them.
"So... how well do you want to know who and where the people who helped us infiltrate this city are? They are getting closer by the minute and unlike us, they only want to destroy you."
The elder man turns to his partners, each chattering low as they discuss something amongst one another. Deimos would just keep staring with that grin of his as they talked before silence comes to them again with the man in the middle hunched forward once more.
"Even willing to betray your own allies? As much as a help that will be, we cannot help but continue to wander if that is the same thing you will do to us if this....alliance is instated. There is no guarantee that you will keep up your end of the bargain."
"I expected this," Deimos replies. "So let's make it so you aren't as worried in us doing the same to you all. Our alliance will only last once the Phoenix are completely destroyed. And once that is done, we will part of our ways. We will leave you guys alone and you will not interfere with any of our other endevours. Agreed?"
The elder man did not trust the face of a jester, so he was having trouble trusting the words of Deimos. He brings his hands up and makes a gesture. One of the Oracles, one of the women one, walks forward and stands behind Momos and Deimos, who couldn't help but look at the person then back to the council.
"And what's this," Deimos asks.
"If you live by your word, then you will not hesitate to allow one of our friends to create a sort of 'pact' between us."
The Oracle brings out her right hand, a paintbrush shown in her grip.
"Let her create a seal upon your hand called the 'Intertwining Snakes'. The concept behind this 'pact' is that as long as you wear it, you stand by the promise that you speak from your mouth before the seal is created. The circumstances of when the seal is destroyed is next spoken, and that is when the seal is painted. If you break your promise, however.....the seal will crumble your body into ash by a power you have never experienced before. Now then....if you accept, say the promise, and then the circumstances."
They stood there in silence, awaiting Deimos's response.
((Double surprise. ))
"So... how well do you want to know who and where the people who helped us infiltrate this city are? They are getting closer by the minute and unlike us, they only want to destroy you."
The elder man turns to his partners, each chattering low as they discuss something amongst one another. Deimos would just keep staring with that grin of his as they talked before silence comes to them again with the man in the middle hunched forward once more.
"Even willing to betray your own allies? As much as a help that will be, we cannot help but continue to wander if that is the same thing you will do to us if this....alliance is instated. There is no guarantee that you will keep up your end of the bargain."
"I expected this," Deimos replies. "So let's make it so you aren't as worried in us doing the same to you all. Our alliance will only last once the Phoenix are completely destroyed. And once that is done, we will part of our ways. We will leave you guys alone and you will not interfere with any of our other endevours. Agreed?"
The elder man did not trust the face of a jester, so he was having trouble trusting the words of Deimos. He brings his hands up and makes a gesture. One of the Oracles, one of the women one, walks forward and stands behind Momos and Deimos, who couldn't help but look at the person then back to the council.
"And what's this," Deimos asks.
"If you live by your word, then you will not hesitate to allow one of our friends to create a sort of 'pact' between us."
The Oracle brings out her right hand, a paintbrush shown in her grip.
"Let her create a seal upon your hand called the 'Intertwining Snakes'. The concept behind this 'pact' is that as long as you wear it, you stand by the promise that you speak from your mouth before the seal is created. The circumstances of when the seal is destroyed is next spoken, and that is when the seal is painted. If you break your promise, however.....the seal will crumble your body into ash by a power you have never experienced before. Now then....if you accept, say the promise, and then the circumstances."
They stood there in silence, awaiting Deimos's response.
((Double surprise.
))
[OOC: You guys leave me a lot to work with eh?]
- Dolos side -
Dolos narrowed his eyes and let them roam over Igami's face, trying to detect any hint of deception through what he could see with the limited light. The good doctor had concealed information from him, and now claimed to have allegiance elsewhere, which spoke everything of the man's trustworthiness. However, while he was more inclined to dismiss Igami and send him far away from anywhere he could do any sort of mischief, Dolos happened to know of the yakuza's interest in Phoenix. He learned of it quite accidentally, when he was stalking Deimos in Tewen during the first Triad Wars.
Instead of going along with the urge to just tear the deceitful man away from his sight, Dolos forced himself to release his power further after giving Rauls a single warning squeeze. "Go on, tell me more. What do your elders want?"
- Phobos side -
The relief Phobos felt when Draenaria reported in that he had managed to get Enyalios out of Dolos or the doctor's immediate reach was immense, despite the report also saying that Enya was in a pretty bad shape physically. Hygeia had already set off to find the young man, so he was not too worried about it. The others had already reported back that the plan had gone off successfully so far, almost without any problems. The power in the four towers were all down, and it would take some time for the Phoenix Triad to find a way to get electricity, especially amidst the confusion.
Even though things were going well, the dark-haired psychic had a prickling feeling that there was something big that could happen that would not be part of the plan. Since he had no precognitive abilities, he could not pinpoint the source of the feeling, or if it was a good or a bad one. He just hoped that it had nothing to do with his dear partner, although he trusted the telepath's judgment where Hades's official matters were concerned.
Keeping a mental ear out for Vengreche's telepathic alerts, he moved swiftly towards where he could best create a chaotic situation that could divert all attention away from his pupil that Dolos would no doubt be trying to find once the traitor discovers that his captive had escaped.
Little did he expect to find a familiar face blocking his path, with hatred so strong and sharp that his limited empathy could almost bring the taste onto his tongue and the feeling against his skin. While he had expected to meet the person again at least once more, he was not prepared to find him there.
Feeling for his weapon, Phobos met the man's eyes calmly. "Hello there, Xielong."
- Deimos side -
"Ch'. I didn't say anything about this being a deal of mutual trust, just one of mutual benefits. If you want to play it this way, then fine." The blue-haired assassin's expression went cold within seconds, the icy shade of his eyes gaining a glacial shine and his previously mischievous grin twisting into an arrogant smirk. "While I can promise to be nice for once, I don't trust you guys. And how do I know that you will not betray us in the end? You don't exactly have a good track record, considering what you did to your own psychics two years ago."
"So what are you suggesting?" The elder man did not seem the least bit affected by Deimos's reminder. "Or are you going to drop the deal because you cannot abide to your promise?"
Deimos paused, then answered in a freezing tone that was radically different from his flippant manner from before. "Don't tempt me. Let me set this straight. My people and I don't need this deal. It can make things better for us, but we can continue without it if we so chooses. I merely offer both of us this chance of collaboration so that things will go more smoothly towards Phoenix's complete destruction. If you wish not to take it, fine by me. But if you wish to hinder us, be warned, we will not take it passively."
"Old man," Momos, who had been quietly so far, finally spoke up. His head was tilted at a slanted angle and his eyes half-lidded, but his lips were curled with amusement. "Deimos means his words. Every one of it. You asked for proof of our sincerity, you must provide one yourself. Or we'll walk out. Blood will shed if you stop us. It's as simple as that."
Deimos glanced at him with a cocked eyebrow. "So you can be civil."
The phaser retaliated with a vicious grin. "When it suits me."
"What's your answer then?" The telepath lowered his glance to meet the man, silver flickering in its light blue depths. "If you are willing to have the same pact created on your person, I'll gladly do the same."
[OOC: My brain is dying on me from over-multitasking, so this is really the best I can do for now. Phobos is getting into his mini side-story development but it won't affect much, except that he'll be a little preoccupied for a little time now. I'm sorry for making things difficult on Deimos's side, but it would be so un-Deimos if he doesn't try to get rid of any disadvantage towards himself. He's a little *beep*, I know.]
- Dolos side -
Dolos narrowed his eyes and let them roam over Igami's face, trying to detect any hint of deception through what he could see with the limited light. The good doctor had concealed information from him, and now claimed to have allegiance elsewhere, which spoke everything of the man's trustworthiness. However, while he was more inclined to dismiss Igami and send him far away from anywhere he could do any sort of mischief, Dolos happened to know of the yakuza's interest in Phoenix. He learned of it quite accidentally, when he was stalking Deimos in Tewen during the first Triad Wars.
Instead of going along with the urge to just tear the deceitful man away from his sight, Dolos forced himself to release his power further after giving Rauls a single warning squeeze. "Go on, tell me more. What do your elders want?"
- Phobos side -
The relief Phobos felt when Draenaria reported in that he had managed to get Enyalios out of Dolos or the doctor's immediate reach was immense, despite the report also saying that Enya was in a pretty bad shape physically. Hygeia had already set off to find the young man, so he was not too worried about it. The others had already reported back that the plan had gone off successfully so far, almost without any problems. The power in the four towers were all down, and it would take some time for the Phoenix Triad to find a way to get electricity, especially amidst the confusion.
Even though things were going well, the dark-haired psychic had a prickling feeling that there was something big that could happen that would not be part of the plan. Since he had no precognitive abilities, he could not pinpoint the source of the feeling, or if it was a good or a bad one. He just hoped that it had nothing to do with his dear partner, although he trusted the telepath's judgment where Hades's official matters were concerned.
Keeping a mental ear out for Vengreche's telepathic alerts, he moved swiftly towards where he could best create a chaotic situation that could divert all attention away from his pupil that Dolos would no doubt be trying to find once the traitor discovers that his captive had escaped.
Little did he expect to find a familiar face blocking his path, with hatred so strong and sharp that his limited empathy could almost bring the taste onto his tongue and the feeling against his skin. While he had expected to meet the person again at least once more, he was not prepared to find him there.
Feeling for his weapon, Phobos met the man's eyes calmly. "Hello there, Xielong."
- Deimos side -
"Ch'. I didn't say anything about this being a deal of mutual trust, just one of mutual benefits. If you want to play it this way, then fine." The blue-haired assassin's expression went cold within seconds, the icy shade of his eyes gaining a glacial shine and his previously mischievous grin twisting into an arrogant smirk. "While I can promise to be nice for once, I don't trust you guys. And how do I know that you will not betray us in the end? You don't exactly have a good track record, considering what you did to your own psychics two years ago."
"So what are you suggesting?" The elder man did not seem the least bit affected by Deimos's reminder. "Or are you going to drop the deal because you cannot abide to your promise?"
Deimos paused, then answered in a freezing tone that was radically different from his flippant manner from before. "Don't tempt me. Let me set this straight. My people and I don't need this deal. It can make things better for us, but we can continue without it if we so chooses. I merely offer both of us this chance of collaboration so that things will go more smoothly towards Phoenix's complete destruction. If you wish not to take it, fine by me. But if you wish to hinder us, be warned, we will not take it passively."
"Old man," Momos, who had been quietly so far, finally spoke up. His head was tilted at a slanted angle and his eyes half-lidded, but his lips were curled with amusement. "Deimos means his words. Every one of it. You asked for proof of our sincerity, you must provide one yourself. Or we'll walk out. Blood will shed if you stop us. It's as simple as that."
Deimos glanced at him with a cocked eyebrow. "So you can be civil."
The phaser retaliated with a vicious grin. "When it suits me."
"What's your answer then?" The telepath lowered his glance to meet the man, silver flickering in its light blue depths. "If you are willing to have the same pact created on your person, I'll gladly do the same."
[OOC: My brain is dying on me from over-multitasking, so this is really the best I can do for now. Phobos is getting into his mini side-story development but it won't affect much, except that he'll be a little preoccupied for a little time now. I'm sorry for making things difficult on Deimos's side, but it would be so un-Deimos if he doesn't try to get rid of any disadvantage towards himself. He's a little *beep*, I know.]
The man stood slowly to his feet, eyeing down at the duo with an expression between anger and frustration, yet to keep his professional tone and posture, his face was not so furrowed in expression. The others were whispering to one another once again, a few finding this simply stupid. However, one wearing glasses on the left side with a very slicked back hairstyle with a long single bang in front of his face would reply: "Do they really believe we will do such a thing?"
The middle man steps from behind the high desk, the council watching him in some shock. He moves to in front of Deimos, showing he aas a bit taller than the blue-haired psychic. His shoulders were broad and he didn't seem to be bent over, though a cane was in his right hand. His left is extended toward the cloaked woman next to him as he says: "Proceed. I will accept the same pact."
The woman removes another paintbrush, having the tip of each hovering over both of their hands.
The council member starts first: "I, representative of the Dragons, swear on our behalf to not break the 'mutual' relationship between the Dragons and Hades. That is, until the Phoenix's headquarters are destroyed."
His eyes continued to stare at Deimos as he spoke each word, showing no twinkle of lying within his pupils. "Your turn, Mr. Deimos."
Everyone just stood around and watched, one person on the council above sneering in opposition. This man was slim in shape, having hair that trailed down his back in black with silver streaks. His mustache made him look sort of sly, due to the nature of the groomed curves at the edges. He rather look at the time on his diamond-embeded watch than pay attention to what he thought was disgust.
The middle man steps from behind the high desk, the council watching him in some shock. He moves to in front of Deimos, showing he aas a bit taller than the blue-haired psychic. His shoulders were broad and he didn't seem to be bent over, though a cane was in his right hand. His left is extended toward the cloaked woman next to him as he says: "Proceed. I will accept the same pact."
The woman removes another paintbrush, having the tip of each hovering over both of their hands.
The council member starts first: "I, representative of the Dragons, swear on our behalf to not break the 'mutual' relationship between the Dragons and Hades. That is, until the Phoenix's headquarters are destroyed."
His eyes continued to stare at Deimos as he spoke each word, showing no twinkle of lying within his pupils. "Your turn, Mr. Deimos."
Everyone just stood around and watched, one person on the council above sneering in opposition. This man was slim in shape, having hair that trailed down his back in black with silver streaks. His mustache made him look sort of sly, due to the nature of the groomed curves at the edges. He rather look at the time on his diamond-embeded watch than pay attention to what he thought was disgust.
"I like the way you think." The telepath's face softened with what seemed to be respect, and he smiled sincerely for the first time since he had entered the building. Fixing his eyes on the council member, he began speaking the words loud and clear for all to hear. "I, representative of the Hades Organization, swears on the behalf of all the other members that we will not break the alliance between us and the Dragon Clan. The alliance will last until the pact is fulfilled by the destruction of the Phoenix's headquarters."
Momos rolled his eyes. "Oh hell, pansy, you told them."
"It's not like we can hide it for long, you ass." Deimos poked him with an elbow, an easy grin appearing briefly before he turned back to the man, totally serious again. "One of ours should be contacting us soon with the location of the group of people we came here with, so I'll tell you their identities later when it comes. But before all that, I don't have a name to call you, mister."
[OOC: Muahaha. Ph3ar my fast response. xD And oh yesh, Deimos only revealed that he and the others are from Hades in this post.]
Momos rolled his eyes. "Oh hell, pansy, you told them."
"It's not like we can hide it for long, you ass." Deimos poked him with an elbow, an easy grin appearing briefly before he turned back to the man, totally serious again. "One of ours should be contacting us soon with the location of the group of people we came here with, so I'll tell you their identities later when it comes. But before all that, I don't have a name to call you, mister."
[OOC: Muahaha.
Ph3ar my fast response. xD And oh yesh, Deimos only revealed that he and the others are from Hades in this post.]
"Later won't do. If you do not mind, we will like to know who they are now."
As they spoke, the woman was already applying the snake-design onto their hands. The feeling of the paint would feel chilling, with the effect of somemagic causing any hairs on the skin to rise up before a magical gleam moves over the seals, etching the power into the very essence of their soul. If Deimos was able to recognize how deep this magic went, he would come to understand the sample of power one of the Oracles held alone. As for the council member, he did not seem to mind, responding with his name: "And you may call me Zeus."
Suddenly at the door, two of the men that were guarding it soon fall to their faces as the team of Jason, Boron, Wilheim, and Shade bust in with their weapons drawn.
"FREEZE," Jason says, his large crossbow aimed forward into the room. His eyes behind his shades shift from one person to the other. "You're all under arrest by L.A.W., aka LAW. Make any sudden moves and I'll promise you all an arrow to the head. Huh?"
He looks closer... "Deimos! Let him go this instance," he demands, aiming the crossbow right at the two near Deimos and Momos. "It's good to see you here. I wouldn't figure they would catch you so easily," Jason continues. He was relieved to see the guy fine and well, yet not knowing of the deal that just went down between him and the Dragons. But Zeus would start laughing, chuckling.
"What's so funny, old man?"
"So, these are the ones you are talking about? They're really talented to have made it up this far."
((And yet, another surprise.))
As they spoke, the woman was already applying the snake-design onto their hands. The feeling of the paint would feel chilling, with the effect of somemagic causing any hairs on the skin to rise up before a magical gleam moves over the seals, etching the power into the very essence of their soul. If Deimos was able to recognize how deep this magic went, he would come to understand the sample of power one of the Oracles held alone. As for the council member, he did not seem to mind, responding with his name: "And you may call me Zeus."
BAAM!
Suddenly at the door, two of the men that were guarding it soon fall to their faces as the team of Jason, Boron, Wilheim, and Shade bust in with their weapons drawn.
"FREEZE," Jason says, his large crossbow aimed forward into the room. His eyes behind his shades shift from one person to the other. "You're all under arrest by L.A.W., aka LAW. Make any sudden moves and I'll promise you all an arrow to the head. Huh?"
He looks closer... "Deimos! Let him go this instance," he demands, aiming the crossbow right at the two near Deimos and Momos. "It's good to see you here. I wouldn't figure they would catch you so easily," Jason continues. He was relieved to see the guy fine and well, yet not knowing of the deal that just went down between him and the Dragons. But Zeus would start laughing, chuckling.
"What's so funny, old man?"
"So, these are the ones you are talking about? They're really talented to have made it up this far."
((And yet, another surprise.))
Amidst the darkness, Igami made a mental note of how tense Dolos' body appeared, the effects visible with a minimalistic light and a slight mind link. Any massive intrusion, the doctor feared, would thereby label Rauls' as a far greater threat then first imagined, limiting any possibility of what he hoped to come. Feeling one last healthy squeeze, which sent shivers down the telepath's spine, Igami further noted had the situation been different, he would happily relieve the tension through any means necessary.
"Go on, tell me more. What do your elders want?" Despite Igami's cool exterior, inwardly, he felt rather pleased the light barely revealed Dolos' facade.
"To make things clear, Dolos-san, we bear a mutual enemy in Hades. Most recognize the Yakuza as an exclusively above ground organization, although my existence proves to the contrary. We are.... interested in discovering what is causing Hades to involve themselves here and now. Pure revenge runs contrary to such an organization's purpose." While several flippant hand gestures further articulated Rauls' inflection, his voice carried a rather calculated undertone. For all extensive purposes, most would take the transition from playful to calculated as proof of sincerity, although with Dolos, Rauls believed further good will proved necessary.
"You honestly expect me to believe that what you want, what they want, poses mutual benefit?" Dolos flared, his body tension increasing slightly as the space around Igami once more dwindled. "Tell me doctor, do you fear death?"
"Now, now, lets not be rash. What would Yakuza gain from a hostile take over? Power? But at what cost? We've managed to maintain an underground status so far, but a pre-empted take over would ruin everything--for both of us. At our current levels, neither the Phoenix or the Yakuza here pose any threat to Hades as a whole. But together--
"Tell me Dolos-san. Are you willing to lose that chance?"
"Go on, tell me more. What do your elders want?" Despite Igami's cool exterior, inwardly, he felt rather pleased the light barely revealed Dolos' facade.
"To make things clear, Dolos-san, we bear a mutual enemy in Hades. Most recognize the Yakuza as an exclusively above ground organization, although my existence proves to the contrary. We are.... interested in discovering what is causing Hades to involve themselves here and now. Pure revenge runs contrary to such an organization's purpose." While several flippant hand gestures further articulated Rauls' inflection, his voice carried a rather calculated undertone. For all extensive purposes, most would take the transition from playful to calculated as proof of sincerity, although with Dolos, Rauls believed further good will proved necessary.
"You honestly expect me to believe that what you want, what they want, poses mutual benefit?" Dolos flared, his body tension increasing slightly as the space around Igami once more dwindled. "Tell me doctor, do you fear death?"
"Now, now, lets not be rash. What would Yakuza gain from a hostile take over? Power? But at what cost? We've managed to maintain an underground status so far, but a pre-empted take over would ruin everything--for both of us. At our current levels, neither the Phoenix or the Yakuza here pose any threat to Hades as a whole. But together--
"Tell me Dolos-san. Are you willing to lose that chance?"
Deimos's grin was sly as his blue eyes slided sidewards to peer at the lieutenant. "Yeah, they are good, or I wouldn't have joined forces with them. And when I said soon, I didn't mean this soon. Still, they're saving me a lot of trouble anyway. Don't you recognize at least one of them, Mister Zeus?"
At this point, Jason sounded confused and cautious all at once. "Deimos... what is going on here?"
The telepath did not answer, choosing instead to glance at the rest of the group that just barged in and frowned. "Well, only less than half of the group is present. Where's Geras and the others? No, nevermind, I'll find out myself."
Purposefully looking at the man he had negotiated his deal with, Deimos let loose the tight hold he held on his ability ever since he entered the building and winced as the 'voices' grew louder almost instantly. Without even needing to look around, he knew that a number of people in the room had reacted to the usage of his gift, either because they sensed it, or they got a look at his eyes that he knew had became silvery-blue.
A light sweep around showed that many, especially the Oracles, had mental shields stronger than was average, and some even had signs indicating mind-type ability, which he had feared. There are others who were easier targets, and while their surface thoughts were most interesting, he did not linger long, not wanting to test the pact that he had just sworn to. So instead, he probed outwards, searching for Geras, Alcaedo and the others.
/My guess is that you were informed of what I'm going to do some time around the moment I did it?/
Geras did not sound surprised to hear Deimos's voice in his head. /So they did not cut off your head. Phobos is not going to be pleased with this change of plans. By the way, a cat in the birds' nest left a message. Stars have gone out, and your precious kitten is out of claws' reach. And some of the important birds are taken out of the equation./
/Lovely./ He knew that the pleased smirk that curved his lips was placing a few of the people who were there with his physical self on guard, but he did not care enough to ease their concerns. /Oh, and if you can show me where you and the others are, it'll be even better./
A sequence of images came immediately, as well as several useful bits of information that Geras pointed him to. It overlapped with what he was truly seeing and hearing, and he missed some of Momos's succinct reply to the inquiries of what he was doing. /So what are we to do now?/
/Me, try to stay on the Dragon's good side and see if I can coordinate with the cats going after the birds. You and the clairvoyant, stay with them and see what you can do. And please don't help me test the pact thing. It doesn't feel like it can be messed with. Let the others know./
/Make sure that the Dragons won't force us to have to./ Geras made a disgruntled noise. /Now shoo. You're got better things to do than hanging around my head./
Chuckling mentally, Deimos withdrew from the link to Geras's mind and on his way back, he made quick decision and as his smirk turned truly vicious, he struck at Jason, Boron, Wilheim and Shade with his powers, bringing them to their knees as pain suddenly blossomed in their head and their thoughts were temporarily scrambled.
"I have some good news and a show-and-tell about these guys to do. So which do you want first, Mister Zeus?"
[OOC: Deimos means to ask if the Dragons recognize Jason at the very least, and maybe Shade (whose name was something else and was kind of connected to Dragon too, wasn't he?). Decoding the code-talk: Geras is telling Deimos that the power has been cut in Vincellio, Enya is safe and a number of the higher ranked officials or leaders of Phoenix Triad has been taken out.
And actual time passing during that mental conversation is actually pretty short, like an equivalent of verbal conversation but faster. I end with Deimos attacking the four, but I leave it open because I don't know what is to be done with Jason and co. so yeah. By the way, Shade is a Hades member so Deimos will make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. I'll either edit in the Dolos side or post a new one, depending on if there's a post after this one when I'm done writing.]
At this point, Jason sounded confused and cautious all at once. "Deimos... what is going on here?"
The telepath did not answer, choosing instead to glance at the rest of the group that just barged in and frowned. "Well, only less than half of the group is present. Where's Geras and the others? No, nevermind, I'll find out myself."
Purposefully looking at the man he had negotiated his deal with, Deimos let loose the tight hold he held on his ability ever since he entered the building and winced as the 'voices' grew louder almost instantly. Without even needing to look around, he knew that a number of people in the room had reacted to the usage of his gift, either because they sensed it, or they got a look at his eyes that he knew had became silvery-blue.
A light sweep around showed that many, especially the Oracles, had mental shields stronger than was average, and some even had signs indicating mind-type ability, which he had feared. There are others who were easier targets, and while their surface thoughts were most interesting, he did not linger long, not wanting to test the pact that he had just sworn to. So instead, he probed outwards, searching for Geras, Alcaedo and the others.
/My guess is that you were informed of what I'm going to do some time around the moment I did it?/
Geras did not sound surprised to hear Deimos's voice in his head. /So they did not cut off your head. Phobos is not going to be pleased with this change of plans. By the way, a cat in the birds' nest left a message. Stars have gone out, and your precious kitten is out of claws' reach. And some of the important birds are taken out of the equation./
/Lovely./ He knew that the pleased smirk that curved his lips was placing a few of the people who were there with his physical self on guard, but he did not care enough to ease their concerns. /Oh, and if you can show me where you and the others are, it'll be even better./
A sequence of images came immediately, as well as several useful bits of information that Geras pointed him to. It overlapped with what he was truly seeing and hearing, and he missed some of Momos's succinct reply to the inquiries of what he was doing. /So what are we to do now?/
/Me, try to stay on the Dragon's good side and see if I can coordinate with the cats going after the birds. You and the clairvoyant, stay with them and see what you can do. And please don't help me test the pact thing. It doesn't feel like it can be messed with. Let the others know./
/Make sure that the Dragons won't force us to have to./ Geras made a disgruntled noise. /Now shoo. You're got better things to do than hanging around my head./
Chuckling mentally, Deimos withdrew from the link to Geras's mind and on his way back, he made quick decision and as his smirk turned truly vicious, he struck at Jason, Boron, Wilheim and Shade with his powers, bringing them to their knees as pain suddenly blossomed in their head and their thoughts were temporarily scrambled.
"I have some good news and a show-and-tell about these guys to do. So which do you want first, Mister Zeus?"
[OOC: Deimos means to ask if the Dragons recognize Jason at the very least, and maybe Shade (whose name was something else and was kind of connected to Dragon too, wasn't he?). Decoding the code-talk: Geras is telling Deimos that the power has been cut in Vincellio, Enya is safe and a number of the higher ranked officials or leaders of Phoenix Triad has been taken out.
And actual time passing during that mental conversation is actually pretty short, like an equivalent of verbal conversation but faster. I end with Deimos attacking the four, but I leave it open because I don't know what is to be done with Jason and co. so yeah. By the way, Shade is a Hades member so Deimos will make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. I'll either edit in the Dolos side or post a new one, depending on if there's a post after this one when I'm done writing.]
"Yeah, they are good, or I wouldn't have joined forces with them. And when I said soon, I didn't mean this soon. Still, they're saving me a lot of trouble anyway. Don't you recognize at least one of them, Mister Zeus," Deimos asks the council member, who quirks an eyebrow in the intruders' direction. He didn't actually recognize either of them. Jason may have been a former member, but the council members only knew those that they saw were important to remember. And Jason was not of their recognition. There was one leader who knew who he was, but he was already dead from the last war when the Phoenixes invaded their base in Tewen. Therefore, he was nothing but a ghost among the history of the dragons, just like any other member who the council thought was "expendable."
"No, I've never seen any of them in my life," Zeus answers.
"Deimos... what is going on here," Jason asks, not exactly catching the situation as it was. Deimos was always known for being cocky and calm in situations as dire as this, but there was something else to it all. Something not quite there.
Deimos only resplies: "Well, only less than half of the group is present. Where's Geras and the others? No, nevermind, I'll find out myself." Then all of a sudden, a mental presence strikes into Jason's mind, with him and the other three suddenly falling to their knees.
"What the...." Jason's hand goes to his forehead, suddenly feeling like he was having one of the worst headaches of his life. The Oracles in the room glanced to one another, recognizing this type of power, while the council members only speak some more in whisper, finding this situation bobbling yet intriguing. Even the gentleman who was just looking at his watch was now smiling grimly, as if the tables had turned, even letting out a laugh.
Deimos: "I have some good news and a show-and-tell about these guys to do. So which do you want first, Mister Zeus?"
Zeus faces toward them, and would just laugh. "I love how everything twists and turns during such hostile situations. We have nothing to fear of these four, so go ahead and give me the good news. Quado, the uncloaked Oracle with his long silver hair walks up behind the four, making sure they didn't try to escape or do anything else that would require some pre-opposition. The LAW officer couldn't understand. This was almost like Deimos....was betraying them!
"Deimos," he says in a struggling manner. "So you were playing with us all....along." Damn, why didn't he see this coming? He had given so much trust into Hades and Deimos, he didn't expect any type of betrayals. He saw the Hades coporation of just this side group that had nothing to gain from the destruction of a law enforcement group like LAW, but more from their existence. He always knew they had their ways, but they were formal, too. Less vile and more respectable than other groups out there like them. But this....this was just traumatic, but also regrettable. His mistake had caught up to him. Now, he just didn't know what to do. They were here and probably were about to be killed. He wasn't expecting this, but it looked like this was going to be their end. But he didn't want to go down without a fight.
He raises his crossbow slowly, and aims it at Deimos. For some reason, he had chose him as his first target rather than anyone else, but he doesn't pull the trigger. Only stares at the psychic through his shades, questioning why he was doing such a thing to them.
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However, from an opposite building, Alferei and Brandon were currently set up, the sniper himself aiming through into the meeting room where everything was going down. He couldn't help to smile, now given the perfect opportunity to showcase his skills.
"It's showtime," the man says.
((Tag Talietzin!))
"No, I've never seen any of them in my life," Zeus answers.
"Deimos... what is going on here," Jason asks, not exactly catching the situation as it was. Deimos was always known for being cocky and calm in situations as dire as this, but there was something else to it all. Something not quite there.
Deimos only resplies: "Well, only less than half of the group is present. Where's Geras and the others? No, nevermind, I'll find out myself." Then all of a sudden, a mental presence strikes into Jason's mind, with him and the other three suddenly falling to their knees.
"What the...." Jason's hand goes to his forehead, suddenly feeling like he was having one of the worst headaches of his life. The Oracles in the room glanced to one another, recognizing this type of power, while the council members only speak some more in whisper, finding this situation bobbling yet intriguing. Even the gentleman who was just looking at his watch was now smiling grimly, as if the tables had turned, even letting out a laugh.
Deimos: "I have some good news and a show-and-tell about these guys to do. So which do you want first, Mister Zeus?"
Zeus faces toward them, and would just laugh. "I love how everything twists and turns during such hostile situations. We have nothing to fear of these four, so go ahead and give me the good news. Quado, the uncloaked Oracle with his long silver hair walks up behind the four, making sure they didn't try to escape or do anything else that would require some pre-opposition. The LAW officer couldn't understand. This was almost like Deimos....was betraying them!
"Deimos," he says in a struggling manner. "So you were playing with us all....along." Damn, why didn't he see this coming? He had given so much trust into Hades and Deimos, he didn't expect any type of betrayals. He saw the Hades coporation of just this side group that had nothing to gain from the destruction of a law enforcement group like LAW, but more from their existence. He always knew they had their ways, but they were formal, too. Less vile and more respectable than other groups out there like them. But this....this was just traumatic, but also regrettable. His mistake had caught up to him. Now, he just didn't know what to do. They were here and probably were about to be killed. He wasn't expecting this, but it looked like this was going to be their end. But he didn't want to go down without a fight.
He raises his crossbow slowly, and aims it at Deimos. For some reason, he had chose him as his first target rather than anyone else, but he doesn't pull the trigger. Only stares at the psychic through his shades, questioning why he was doing such a thing to them.
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However, from an opposite building, Alferei and Brandon were currently set up, the sniper himself aiming through into the meeting room where everything was going down. He couldn't help to smile, now given the perfect opportunity to showcase his skills.
"It's showtime," the man says.
((Tag Talietzin!))
Breathe...
Alferei steadied his aim as the rain pelted his body and his rifle. He studied the room through his scope, shifting left and right to see different parts of this room.
"What's the target?" Brandon asked Wilhelm.
"Sounds like the crouching tiger's pounced, and the hidden dragon is about to reveal itself," the latter whispered, watching the developments intensely. "Oh my God. Nikita!" The German man lifted his Walther P99, aiming in the same direction as Jason.
"What's going on?" demanded Alferei, hissing as he observed through his scope.
"I don't know! Sounds like trouble," reported Brandon.
"Ah ****, they're going hostile on each other," spat Alferei. "Now what?"
"Wilhelm, tell me what's going on... His fingers are getting tense."
Relax... Breathe... Target...
His crosshairs rested just a little over Deimos' head, and he tugged slightly on the trigger. He doubted it would hit; it was most likely that Deimos was by now expecting him to shoot, and would anticipate it. But he kept his actions along those lines, waiting with his gut in tangles for the situation to unfold.
The blue-haired telepath met Jason's eyes over the raised crossbow. "No, I was completely serious the whole time. I just changed my mind on certain little details, that's all. I'm just doing what I've said I was going to do. And you should have known better than to trust me the way you did, since you know what I did to the Phoenix. See where it got you now, my dear Lieutenant Jason Dinguard."
/And relax, Nikita. If you feed that bullet into my head, you know that things will go to hell instantly./ A calm voice whispered into the mind of the sniper, as though his earpiece was directly wired to his brain. /You realize that too, don't you? Wilhelm?/
Turning away like he was dismissing the man and the several other weapons trained on him as completely unimportant, Deimos tapped his right temple with a middle finger. "Now, where was I? The good news, right. I've just got information from our pals currently in Vincellio that all four of their tower headquarters have mysteriously lost their power, and in the resulting chaos, a number of their high-ranking officials and leaders have tragically lost their lives. And prior to that, Dolos's second-in-command, Moros, had officially defected back to us. I probably can get more details, but I believe my companions there are a little preoccupied with murdering people right now."
Momos rolled his eyes. "The correct word is assassinating."
"Whatever you say." Waving a hand carelessly, the telepath let his eyes fall on Zeus's face with a small grin. "This is a good opportunity for your clan, Mister Zeus. If you can have an advantage over your enemy, why not take it? But just to be fair, I should warn you that one of ours, who has the ability to glimpse future, saw that there may be complication in near future. I hope it's not the big bad sort, but I don't know now."
[OOC: Deimos was telling Jason and Wilhelm a lot more than his words meant on the surface, but they will have to read between the lines and understand what my wicked little telepath is actually saying. Those news are just what Geras told him, and Moros's betrayal. It adds more value to his information. I would post for Dolos side too but I'm too tired. >.< Sorry, rean-ni.]
/And relax, Nikita. If you feed that bullet into my head, you know that things will go to hell instantly./ A calm voice whispered into the mind of the sniper, as though his earpiece was directly wired to his brain. /You realize that too, don't you? Wilhelm?/
Turning away like he was dismissing the man and the several other weapons trained on him as completely unimportant, Deimos tapped his right temple with a middle finger. "Now, where was I? The good news, right. I've just got information from our pals currently in Vincellio that all four of their tower headquarters have mysteriously lost their power, and in the resulting chaos, a number of their high-ranking officials and leaders have tragically lost their lives. And prior to that, Dolos's second-in-command, Moros, had officially defected back to us. I probably can get more details, but I believe my companions there are a little preoccupied with murdering people right now."
Momos rolled his eyes. "The correct word is assassinating."
"Whatever you say." Waving a hand carelessly, the telepath let his eyes fall on Zeus's face with a small grin. "This is a good opportunity for your clan, Mister Zeus. If you can have an advantage over your enemy, why not take it? But just to be fair, I should warn you that one of ours, who has the ability to glimpse future, saw that there may be complication in near future. I hope it's not the big bad sort, but I don't know now."
[OOC: Deimos was telling Jason and Wilhelm a lot more than his words meant on the surface, but they will have to read between the lines and understand what my wicked little telepath is actually saying. Those news are just what Geras told him, and Moros's betrayal. It adds more value to his information. I would post for Dolos side too but I'm too tired. >.< Sorry, rean-ni.]
"I think it's safe to say that this is the...worst headache of my life," Boron says, chuckling as his head aches from the constant pound to his brain. He knew Quado was lurking behind them, his hand ready to swing whenever he could get the chance. Unlike the others, he was determined to take a grasp of this situation.
Jason himself was still aiming, though shaking in accuracy as his right eye was more open than the closing left, his body still in a struggle for control. Yet, hearing that Phoenix was actually being destroyed was a surprise. Was Deimos telling the truth or just lying again? No, he wouldn't just say something so confidently. So, they were able to do it, after all. Then he supposed Dragon was the better gang if it was that easy. Hades was either strong or Phoenix fluked somewhere. He just couldn't see a gang with so much firepower go down so soon. At least he had to give credit where it was due, but it doesn't change what was happening right now.
"Aaargh!"
Jason somehow uses inner will to break forward toward Deimos, his finger about to pull the trigger when a hand touches his left shoulder. Right there stood Quado, his left hand upon Jason's shoulder as he grinned. "Aw, aw, aw. Not today."
His right hand punches at the spine, causing the officer to suddenly go unconscious, falling forward face first onto the carpeted floor. Shade and Boron had only just saw a blur move past them, seeing the speed this guy had. Now, the swordsman wasn't as eager to swing his sword so soon. And now, the officer lied there in dreamland.
Zeus just removes his attention back to Deimos. "I care not for such foolish premonitions. Just hope that 'bad' thing isn't some trickery on your part. Or I assure you, things will not go as planned for you 'Hades.' But at least you're right about one thing: this is a good time to move in."
Zeus turns to the Oracles. "You, go inform the entire clan that it is time to make the final strike. We will clean through both Tewen and Vincellio and claim these cities as ours! And soon, our influence will grow even more! This is the day the Dragons reign supreme!" A great laugh comes forth from his mouth as the cloaked members exit from the room slowly, Quado and some guards who had just entered taking the stunned Boron, Shade, and the unconscious Jason out of the room to drag them toward the prison down below, an interrogation room most importantly to see if they could squeeze out the information of where this "other half" of their team was.
"This is a start of a beautiful relationship," Zeus says to Deimos. "Maybe we could be mutual allies after all when this over." He walks away from the two as he heads back up to his desk, more guards moving in to replace the security. He sits back into his throne and says down to the two psychics: "And if you may, make sure to deal with the LAW formation already in Tewen. They are already a nuisance to our plans, so make sure they are taken care of. It's the only way we will be able to proceed into Vincellio with little resistance. However, this does allow us to place our 'investments' out in their first ever full-fledged field combat. Hehehe...."
((Hehehehe.......oooh, sorry. xD Was just getting into the mood of things. *cough* ))
Jason himself was still aiming, though shaking in accuracy as his right eye was more open than the closing left, his body still in a struggle for control. Yet, hearing that Phoenix was actually being destroyed was a surprise. Was Deimos telling the truth or just lying again? No, he wouldn't just say something so confidently. So, they were able to do it, after all. Then he supposed Dragon was the better gang if it was that easy. Hades was either strong or Phoenix fluked somewhere. He just couldn't see a gang with so much firepower go down so soon. At least he had to give credit where it was due, but it doesn't change what was happening right now.
"Aaargh!"
Jason somehow uses inner will to break forward toward Deimos, his finger about to pull the trigger when a hand touches his left shoulder. Right there stood Quado, his left hand upon Jason's shoulder as he grinned. "Aw, aw, aw. Not today."
His right hand punches at the spine, causing the officer to suddenly go unconscious, falling forward face first onto the carpeted floor. Shade and Boron had only just saw a blur move past them, seeing the speed this guy had. Now, the swordsman wasn't as eager to swing his sword so soon. And now, the officer lied there in dreamland.
Zeus just removes his attention back to Deimos. "I care not for such foolish premonitions. Just hope that 'bad' thing isn't some trickery on your part. Or I assure you, things will not go as planned for you 'Hades.' But at least you're right about one thing: this is a good time to move in."
Zeus turns to the Oracles. "You, go inform the entire clan that it is time to make the final strike. We will clean through both Tewen and Vincellio and claim these cities as ours! And soon, our influence will grow even more! This is the day the Dragons reign supreme!" A great laugh comes forth from his mouth as the cloaked members exit from the room slowly, Quado and some guards who had just entered taking the stunned Boron, Shade, and the unconscious Jason out of the room to drag them toward the prison down below, an interrogation room most importantly to see if they could squeeze out the information of where this "other half" of their team was.
"This is a start of a beautiful relationship," Zeus says to Deimos. "Maybe we could be mutual allies after all when this over." He walks away from the two as he heads back up to his desk, more guards moving in to replace the security. He sits back into his throne and says down to the two psychics: "And if you may, make sure to deal with the LAW formation already in Tewen. They are already a nuisance to our plans, so make sure they are taken care of. It's the only way we will be able to proceed into Vincellio with little resistance. However, this does allow us to place our 'investments' out in their first ever full-fledged field combat. Hehehe...."
((Hehehehe.......oooh, sorry. xD Was just getting into the mood of things. *cough* ))
- Deimos side -
"Do you honestly think I'll warn you if we are planning to backstab you somehow? Even I have not lose that much touch." Deimos snorted. "Rest assured, if it's bad for you, it's probably as bad for us. That's why we're having this alliance we are having."
"You know, you could have just ask me for the locations. But I'm sure your people needs the entertainment." As he watched the people filed out of the room together with his once allies, Deimos tilted his head as his sight fell on a certain person in the party. "Oh, and Quado? Shade is one of ours, so I don't think it'll do you much good interrogating him. If it isn't too much trouble, can you just lock him up somewhere out of trouble, please?"
The Oracle raised an eyebrow to acknowledge that he heard Deimos's request, and then continued on his way. Unperturbed, Deimos simply shrugged and waited for the Zeus to take his seat, listening as the man suggested for them to take out the LAW people in Tewen.
"So you want to give your... 'investments' their first taste of the battlefield, or should I gather my people and take down the LAW personnels in Tewen ourselves? Or maybe both? That sounds like it could be fun. Maybe it'll be like the first war all over again, except I've switched sides, and we're going to win."
- Dolos side -
Dolos lifted the corner of his lips into a humorless smile, a hand creeping up to casually brush at the hair falling into his face. "You are wrong about one thing, Rauls."
"Oh?"
"Hades may not act on pure revenge, but they will never let a betrayal go unpunished. Even if there aren't any other benefits that they can gain. From what I see, that is the reason of their involvement, since the entire Phoenix Triad and I have betrayed Hades. So perhaps there aren't anything that your elders could gain out of this, have you not thought of that?"
After a short pause, Dolos continued in a nonchalant tone. "But no matter, you are right. Since you're offering me a chance to survive Hades's wrath, how can I refuse it? Give me the details, Dr. Rauls."
[OOC: I wasn't aware that this is to be the last post of this chapter of the RP, but I've edited it to fit. Watch out for the continuation ^^ I'm going to be the one starting it.]
"Do you honestly think I'll warn you if we are planning to backstab you somehow? Even I have not lose that much touch." Deimos snorted. "Rest assured, if it's bad for you, it's probably as bad for us. That's why we're having this alliance we are having."
"You know, you could have just ask me for the locations. But I'm sure your people needs the entertainment." As he watched the people filed out of the room together with his once allies, Deimos tilted his head as his sight fell on a certain person in the party. "Oh, and Quado? Shade is one of ours, so I don't think it'll do you much good interrogating him. If it isn't too much trouble, can you just lock him up somewhere out of trouble, please?"
The Oracle raised an eyebrow to acknowledge that he heard Deimos's request, and then continued on his way. Unperturbed, Deimos simply shrugged and waited for the Zeus to take his seat, listening as the man suggested for them to take out the LAW people in Tewen.
"So you want to give your... 'investments' their first taste of the battlefield, or should I gather my people and take down the LAW personnels in Tewen ourselves? Or maybe both? That sounds like it could be fun. Maybe it'll be like the first war all over again, except I've switched sides, and we're going to win."
- Dolos side -
Dolos lifted the corner of his lips into a humorless smile, a hand creeping up to casually brush at the hair falling into his face. "You are wrong about one thing, Rauls."
"Oh?"
"Hades may not act on pure revenge, but they will never let a betrayal go unpunished. Even if there aren't any other benefits that they can gain. From what I see, that is the reason of their involvement, since the entire Phoenix Triad and I have betrayed Hades. So perhaps there aren't anything that your elders could gain out of this, have you not thought of that?"
After a short pause, Dolos continued in a nonchalant tone. "But no matter, you are right. Since you're offering me a chance to survive Hades's wrath, how can I refuse it? Give me the details, Dr. Rauls."
[OOC: I wasn't aware that this is to be the last post of this chapter of the RP, but I've edited it to fit. Watch out for the continuation ^^ I'm going to be the one starting it.]
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