Rules:

In addition to the basic RPG rules (no moving for other players, on character per person, etc.) See Murder Mystery RPG (http://www.discussanything.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=17500) For actual base rules.

Also, please keep all Off-Topic discussion or questions HERE! (http://www.discussanything.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=17598)

1. Charactors are Limited to Three powers, however powers givin by being a certain creature do not count towards this limit. for example some one playing a vampire could bespell a normal human with their eyes, and still have access to three unique powers. Note that these powers cannot emcompass other powers. In you entry post you must Post your powers, you are alowed to Develope new powers over time, but don't just say hay look I have a new power, you must put effort into learing the power, and it must be a minor power at that, e.g. slight Telekenisis, or Telepathy, but nothing near the Magnitude of you Primary three.
2. No Gods
3. Dieing does not make you permently dead. Unless you are killed by because you are detracting from the RPG and then you can't come back in anyway shape or Form.
4. You can create a new charactor if you let an old one die.
5. No direct referances to Anime or Video games, e.g. no eating a seinzu bean.
6. Try and stay realistic.

I will post more rules as they become nesisary.




Okay now for story.

Um...I'll have to get back to you on this....brain needs a reboot.

My charactor will be called "Diabhal". I have the power of the Irish Devil.

A man is sitting at a bar, The Crossroads its called, and its more then a name, at this location, many strange being come togather, and travel the plains that make up the Multiverse. The Man is a Hunter, in service to the God Mortada (not a playable charactor), and his sole mission is to destroy the creatures that would alter the minds of men. He is a human, but those of his race would call him a freak, For he's a Pyrokenetic, able to control fire in all its forms, He is also faster then any human on the planet (yes I'm starting this off on Earth), He could draw either of the twin pistols from the shoulder holsters faster then any regular human can see, even from under his long black trench coat, which he always leaves the top butten unbuttened to make possible. In addition to the Trench coat, he is wearing a black cap, nothing special just a cap, loose fitting black jeans, and black shirt, and boots, black doesn't show blood, especialy when its his own.
The man, looks around the bar, in the dim light, he can tell that there are other patrons sitting in the distant booth, but can't make out any of there features.
The man looks down at his watch, and thinks to himself, He's late. He glances to his glass, and sees that its empty.
"Bartender. May I have another?" He askes, his voice soft but cammanding.

Sitting next to the Mysterious Hunter is a somewhat deranged old man, wearing a tattered old tunic, some dusty spectacles, and a pointy little cloth cap. His shoes are unlaced, and his belt unbuckled. One leg of his pants are rolled up beyond his knee.. the other overlaps the soles of his sandles. The man is fairly well known in these parts... he is the village eccentric. Most call him a crazy drunk old man, however he has a very unique talent. You see... the man seems to be able to control animals. (A Beastmaster if you will)

...a squirrel hops out of his pocket and fetches a mouth full of nuts from across the bar... accidentally spilling the Hunter's newly aquired Ale...

Ezekiel stared at the patrons sitting at the bar from behind the one-way mirror installed in the wall behind the bar. The scanners constantly recorded each new being that entered the bar and recorded their heat signature, alpha waves, voice print, physical stats (height, weight, etc.), and sensors analyzed their genetic structure and recorded their abilities, if any, in a computer.

He is 6'2", 180 lbs., dark brown hair, lean figure, very trim, muscular (chiseled, one might say), but not bulky, and wears the black jumpsuit outfit with matching hat for the System-Wide Action Neutralizers (SWAN). The bar, which serves as a front for SWAN, has several secret entrances and exits, all controlled solely by the computer terminal at which Ezekiel now sits. There is a SWAN logo on his cap, on his right breast of the jumpsuit, and on his left shoulder. On his left breast is a name tag that reads "E. Strand: Head of Security" in bold red type.

He had been chosen for head of security by the SWAN big-shots for several reasons. First, he was a lycanthrope--a shapeshifter--and the hightened senses, speed, agility, strength, and a few other goodies that went along with that enabled him to out-perform every other competitor. Second, he was a telekenetic...although only he knew the true extents of this power. Thirdly, he posesses the power of prescience--he can see the future when he goes into his prescient-hypnotic trance--and thus was able to foresee the path that led him to this position. Lastly, he was not fully human--even if it wasn't for his lycanthropy. His genetic code had been manipulated in-vetro to enable him to process every known poison and metabolize it into psycho-kinetic energy.

He put a hand to his ear, activating the ear bud radio and the wrist microphone and said, "We've got a fire bug in the building. Positions."

Enieles, looks at the beastmaster. "Your squirrel spilled my drink, I would suggest you replace it"

Sitting in the corner of the tavern is a road weary traveler who is wearing torn and muddied traveling clothes with a cloak to keep him warm.

He sits alone, reading a book, drinking some coffee, and surveying the room.

Originally posted by TheGreatMonkey
Enieles, looks at the beastmaster. "Your squirrel spilled my drink, I would suggest you replace it"

"Oh Oh.. sorry my friend! I.. I mean.. ziggy over there.. he gets all wild and ... oh oh... oh my.... I'm sorry"

I would love to replace that drink of yours.. but.... I don't have a dime to my name... oh my..... gee.... oh oh noo... umm... Ziggy... what have you done...

:: A fly lands on Mikeal's Ear ::

Mikeal reaches into his dingy pocket and pulls out a scrap of paper, and grabs a pen laying behind the bar.... skribbling a note, he then folds it up and hands it to Enieles. It reads:

"I have eyes and ears all around... Some armed guards are going to come through that door a few seconds after you finish this note. You should leave through the window in the bathroom... GO NOW"

Mikeal then runs screaming like a madman out the front door... crashing into a group of guards....

Enieles Decides to heed the old mans warning, and heads to the bathroom, but before he can get there he notices a gaurd enter first. He turns to the front door and sees two gaurds take up positions. He realizes that he was too slow, and that all the exits were now covered, so he started walking towards the front door.

Ezekiel watches the action unfold through the relative safety of his one-way mirrored room. He sees the guards cover the bathroom exit, and watches calmly as they all quite suddenly, from what he assumes the others will think, retreat to either side of the main entrance. He punches a code in his terminal, and outside scaffolding arises from the ground just outside the building and a secret downward-leading path is uncovered that will lead this pyrokinetic directly to the interrogation room, should he choose that path. Summoning a lieutenant to watch the bar, Ezekiel rises from his terminal and heads to the interrogation room to await the arrival of the man he had carefully arranged this meeting for.

Smirking, Hermon continues to sip his drink and watch what trouble is brewing.

He places his hand on his trusty walking stick in case any aid is needed.

Mikeal brushes himself off after getting himself thouroughly trounced. *sigh* dammit ziggy... now I feel obligated to help this poor soul.... jeez... i dunno if he's a criminal or what... aww man... zig... jeez. ok.. well... maybe I'll just go see if he got out allright....
Mikeal checks behind the bar but notices the cavern leading deep underground. Hmm... , "Fly! FLy!"

Mikeal whispers to his fly, "Go keep a watchful eye... on what transpires down there"

as Enieles aprouches the door, the two guards, step to either side, he glances at each of them, and procedes through the doors. Once "outside" he sees the path befor him leads down. He drawns his guns and proceeds cautiosly down the steps, one pistol aimed into the darkness, the other covering his rear. When he reaches the bottom he sees that he's now in a baran room with only two chairs and a table, and a man.

"Who are you, and why am I being forced down here?" He Says, aiming both guns at the stranger.

"Joseph, call me Joseph"
He strikes a match and lights the pipe sticking out of his mouth like some strange limb.
"We have need of your services................"

Enieles, decides to holster his guns. There wasn't a point in keeping them out, unless he was going to shoot something, which he already figured out wasn't going to happen.

"My services? What do you mean?", he said suspiciously.

Before Joseph could answer Enieles noticed the littel fly buzzing around the room, and remembered the fly the warned Mikeal about the guards, perhaps he should kill the fly, but then again, it would witness what transpired, and if things went sour it would be the only wittness of what happened, and who knows this beast master might prove himslef usefull.

A black cat wanders calmly through the bar and stops just short of the weary road traveller. After surveying the man for a few moments the cat stretches and begins to grow larger and change, until she changes into human form. Shaking her long dark hair and smirking at the traveller, she wanders towards the bar and says "Vodka and lemonade - no ice".

She calculates that by about now, that lying, cheating bastard in the villiage should be just about dead, his wife did right when she asked the Witch to curse him. Of course they wouldnt realise that it was the Belladonna that killed him, his wife was going to say he was using it to sleep. "Damn men", she thought, "If only they ever thought with their MINDS!"

Casting another glance towards the traveller she began to drink her vodka.

It has been awhile and the fly has yet to return...

Mikeal decides he needs to make his way to the park, in order to procure a good bench to sleep on for the night. He grabs his flask of burbon, and starts to stagger down the street towards what they call "Old City" (In the center of Old City, lies Mikeals favorite park)

Through a pair of weary bloodshot eyes, Mikeal see's three shadowy figures, who in a matter of seconds surround him.
Mikeal, puts flask away, and puts up his fists "Tiger Claw" Style...
(Little did the unsuspecting victims know... Mikeal was a a Grand Master of the Drunken Master Fighting Style. He has killed many of men with just his hand)

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A brief history of Mikeal:
Not much is known about this man... his history is shrouded in drunkeness. You see... about 10 years ago Mikeal awoke in the middle of Papalia Forrest, confused and disoriented... he seemed to have a severe case of amnesia. Mikeal's only goal is to find his past... even in is everlasting drunken stupor.
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http://www.angelfire.com/pa4/weller/Mikeal.txt

Ezekiel watches as Joseph plays the role assigned to him. Once again behind a one-way mirror, he watches the interrogation room intently. He notices a small fly buzzing around and remembers that a drunken beastmaster was sitting at the bar, but left immediately after what Ezekiel assumed was warning this fire bug about the incoming guards.

"My services? What do you mean?" He heard this newcomer ask. Good, he thought to himself, he's interested. This could prove very useful. He chose this moment to open a hidden panel in one of the walls to the interrogation room and stode confidently in, finally leaning up against the table between Joseph and the fire bug.

"He means you're being offered a job." Ezekiel extended a hand to the pyro. "The name's Ezekiel Strand. I'm head of security for this establishment. You've aleady met Joseph." He motioned towards the remaining chair, "take a seat, we've got a few things to show you..."

*puffs on pipe the pungent odor of oak and cinnamon waft through the air*
"I represent the founding members of the Blood Angels, an Assassins Guild. The elders have been watching you closely, your talents, with fire, we have need of them."
*draws a deep breath exhales smoke billowing around him.*
"Someone threatens the very exisitance of our kind. He has great elemental power, the power of earth and of wind. Our best assasins have tried to eliminate him and have failed. We need an edge, you in particular, fit our needs.............."

Hermon walks over to the bar and sits near the catwoman, a stool in between them.

His face still shrouded in his robe, he orders a glass of wine and turns and surveys the bar, keeping an eye on the cat woman.

"This elemental has evaded our scanners, spies, security, you name it. He's gone underground immediately after every attack he's made against the Blood Guild. Now, SWAN does not officially endorse any of the Guilds, but the Bloods came to my employer with..." he paused to choose his words carefully, and for the right effect, "an offer he couldn't refuse." He looked at the pyro to see if he caught the meaning.

"Now, this elemental decided last time, after taking out what was thought to be a secret establishment, to leave us a calling card, saying he wished to meet," he paused, took in a deep breath, "with me. Our plan was to meet with this elemental, but my abilities must remain masked until the proper moment, which means that if we're to take him--or her, if it turns out that way--out, we'll need another kinetic to accomplish the task. That's where you come in, mister..." Ezekiel waited for this pyrokinetic to supply a name he wished to go by, although the computer had already identified him.

"Enieles Amakiir" He said, "and as a Hunter I will lend you my aid. Now give me the rest of the details", he smells the air, "Lycanthrope".

Ezekiel grinned at Enieles. "Very good, young one. But do not assume that a lycanthrope is all that I am. You will accompany myself and Joseph on a cruise liner bound for Europa. While all the other passengers are in stasis, the meeting is scheduled to take place. We will arrange to have the three of us and our mystery guest not placed in stasis, and it will be your job to find out who this person is and attempt a capture. Should a capture fail, however, well..." he grinned wider.

He glanced over at Joseph, "Anything you'd like to add?"

*a flourish a gesture in the air and Joseph produces a crimsnon blade*
"This should suit you nicely," he swings the blade in a wide arc a flame envlopes the edge, "it draws upon any elemental energy nearby, as demonstrated by your powers." hands the weapon to Enieles, "the Phoenix blade is one of its more formidable incarnations." puffs lighly on pipe before he emptys it before him.
"I need not remind you of urgency of the matter at hand, we have sufferd many losses, some of our best men. Do as you will. I am convinced that you will give us your best............"

Enieles takes the Phoenix Blade from Joseph, and tests its balance by going though a few strikes, "It is a remarkable blade, and its called the Pheonix blade you say?", he hands the sword back to Josoph and unbuttens his coat, revealing a Japanese Blade that is inbetween the length of a katana and a diekatana, he unsheaths it, and emblazed on the blade is the image of a dragon, a wyrm to be exact, the image stretches the enitre length of the blade, "This is the Diebygatto, translated that means Dragons Breath, it was given to me by Mortada, the Protector God of the Hunters. Well not given to me per se. When I became a Hunter after my parents were killed by a rauge vampire, I was in Mortada's "office" when the Blade came to me from a rack on the far side of the room, its been mine ever since, and it is more closely aligned to my powers then any other weapon ever created. So I most humbly refuse". Enieles resheaths his sword and buttens up his coat. "I never asumed tha a Lycanthrope was all you were, I assumed something like that long ago, and it almost cost me my life, but I'm sure you knew that already...Ezekeal" Enieles gave Ezekeal a knowing look, "We hunters are not without our...scanners, if you will" changing topics back to the matter at hand, "How am I suppose to figure out who this Elemental is, if even Mighty SWANS scanners could night find him or her?"

The three men surround Mikeal with obivious intent to do harm.
Mikeal readys himself in Drunken Master Style. One of the men pulls out a blade and thrusts it towards Mikeal with lightning speed. Mikeal seems to gracefully swagger back and down almost like doing the limbo under the blades arc, and then in an instant kicks his foot up shattering the mans jaw. The man lies there still... By then the other man allready has a chain swinging towards Mikeal, but it is snagged out of the air and Mikeal pulls the man into a wall knocking him unconscious. The last man after seeing his comrades fall, decides to pull a revolver out from under his trenchcoat, takes aim, and fires. Mikeal ducks the incoming bullet and with a headfirst leap, tackles the armed assassin, and swiftly snaps his neck.

Mikeal takes a knee, and looks around, a very strong gush of wind blows through the alleyway, old newspapers, and leaves form a twister and blow by him. A figure appears, surrounded in a cloak of flame. His eyes glow with the light of freshly burning embers. Mikeal knows that even he will be no match if this elemental being decides to attack.

Mikeal, "What do you want with me!?"

Mikeal, "Wha.. wha.... Noooooo AUghhh.........."

Silence

*Joseph takes the blade back in hand and tucks it away neatly behind his back*
"A man in tune with his weapon is indeed a weapon himself," he focuses on Enieles, the Phoenix blade begins to hum he draws it,
"****!" the hum turns into a dull throb "Its begun again!" His grip on the blade tightens struggling to keep the blade in check. "EZEKIEL!!!"

Ezekiel, startled by the sudden action of the Phoenix blade, takes a quick step back away from the table. He sees Joseph tighten his grip on the hilt and takes a moment to compose himself.

"When I tell you to, let go, Joseph." He focused his mind on the sword as a whole and envisioned stabilizing it. No sooner had he envisioned this than the sword's pulsing slowed and steadied, and the blade held steady paralell to the table over which it was held. Without shifting his focus, Ezekiel softly said, "let go." Without waiting for Joseph to respond, he telekinetically moved the Phoenix blade away from the pair seated at the table. It floated stably, laying horizontally, in the middle of the room. Ezekiel extended his right hand out and slowly moved the hilt of the Phoenix blade down until the sword was facing up, and moved the sword into his hand. His fingers wrapped around the handle, and his entire right arm convulsed. In his head, he felt a wolf howl in anger, and his skin began to throb. He hunched over as his gut contracted in pain, and his knees gave out beneath him. He sank to the floor and threw his head back, letting out a scream that was human, but the distinct sound of a wolf could be heard underneath it.

Slowly, the convulsions subsided and Ezekiel arose, holding the Phoenix blade in his hand still. He glanced down at his hand and saw the knuckles where bone white. He stood shakily on his feet, and looked at Eneiles. "I've seen something," he said flatly, "we need to go. Now." He turned and walked out through the hidden panel in the wall through which he had entered, leaving it open for the others to follow through.

Enieles quickly Fallowed Ezekeal, out through the hidden panal, woundering what he had seen.

*Joseph walks on through, looks at his hand, "Damnable thing." Spits. "The sword was given to me by my grandfather, Swordmaster Hyuga, he told me I would be able to master the blade along with its mates." He pulls aside his robe to reveal twin pistols one black chromium oxide and one brushed stainless steel. "the pistols are great, accurate up to 100 yards so i have no need of a rifle or scope." reaches down and pulls a small dagger from his boot. "this one has some elemental power, I seem to control it better than the sword. Good for the up close job(kill) or it can be thrown, never misses its mark. Give me the blade Ezekiel, it is my destiny to master it........................".

"Soon," says Ezekiel without turning.
Still haunted by his vision just moments before, he picks the pace up from a brisk walk to a jog. By his guess, they have only a few moments to get to the beastmaster if they're to reach him in time, and a few moments is exactly what they don't have. The jog becomes a run, and still he doesn't turn to see if the others are behind him. Even without them, he can handle what he saw in his vision, but only if he gets there fast. The underground corridor will take them directly to the center of the park, where the beastmaster is, but it is a long way away nonetheless. Ezekiel feels his muscles strain, and slows his breathing to ease his focus. His muscles go through a slight shift, becoming more canine, and he feels the rhythm of his beast inside him. He kicks his run up another notch, feeling the air brush past him.

He bursts through the base of an old bronze statue in the center of the park with absoultely no regard for any unfortunate bystander who might be in the way. A brief scan of the area shows there wasn't one anyway. He sees the beastmaster roughly 30 meters away and takes off in a run so fast no human could match it. One gift of lycanthropy was the physical boost, even when not shifted, and he used that gift now. He closed the 30 meter gap in less than two seconds and stood next to the beastmaster facing what he could only assume was the elemental they sought. He was shrouded in flame and carried around him an aura of death and destruction. Only then did he glance over at the face of the beastmaster...

...the skin was bright red, peeling, and had clearly been burned, but the man was still alive, just too stunned to move. He turned back to the elemental and said the only thing that came to mind. "Freeze."

Enieles remembered why he was never fond of Lycanthropes as he watched Ezekeal fly down the corridor. Enieles wasn't slow by any regards he was at the park only a minute after Ezekeal, and found the two in a stand off. He saw the beast master and how badly burned he was, and remembered Joseph saying that this elemental was of earth and wind, and was confused by the burns and the flame cloak. Then it dawned on him, he could create a wind powerfull enough to fan the flames of his cloak onto the beast master.

Enieles took up a position to the left of Ezekeal.

The catwoman suddenly leans over the bar and picks up a tattered old bag that was lying there, digging through it, she pulls out a bag of dark coloured herbs.....tipping them into her drink she offers some to the traveller. "Its Betony, it will protect against the darkest fears and demons which arise out of one's emotions and imagination, and has the ability to protect against dark forces and negative energy. Wont make your drink taste any better, but if it works....."

She sits, waiting to see the travellers reaction....when she suddenly gets a stabbing pain in her stomach and collapses.

Rushing to her aid, Marmon sifts through the leaves and roots in the woman's bag.

Taking a slight smell, he exclaims 'Poison.'

Reaching into his own pouch he pulls out a strange blusih liquid and pours a liberal amount down her throat.

'Drink my dear woman. This is the only boundry between you and the next world.'

Crippled by the blow, Mikeal rolls to the side, and hunches behind an old garbage bin on the side of the alley. Mikeal begins to chant and he is surrounded by a green aura... his wounds begin to heal with regenerative properties. (You see, that is Mikeals third gift... he can mend his own wounds) Within moments Mikeal is restored, but still weak, for once he heals himself it drains him and he is no longer able to fight. Mikeal steps back out into the alley way, seeing his new friends in combat with the Elemental wizard. By now the wind and the leaves are so intense it's like being in a hurricane... more and more leaves join the fray... leaving only glimpses of his foe in eyesight.

Mikeal yells out, "Perhaps we should retreat, and fight him on better grounds!"

At the end of his suggestion, a burst of flame as the leaves catch on fire from the elementals burning cloak creating a firestorm.

Mikeal quickly grabs Ezekiel, and pulls him out of the fray, but cannot find Enieles anywhere... soon the flame becomes too hot, and Mikeal retreats out of the alleyway.

Mikeal, "Well Pyro... hope you can handle all that flame."

Joseph draws both pistols, the sweat pours down his brow. He ratchets the hammers back. His pupils dialate a mystic blue aura surrounds him, the Phoenix blade hums against his back.
"Eat lead you elemental dillweed!!!!!!" His fingers tighten against the triggers, pistols blaze hot lead flies through the air draped in electricity. He turns and looks at Enieles, "I've never been one for formalities!" grins and squeezes the triggers some more, "Ahhahahaha!!!! TAKE IT, TAKE IT, TAKE IT, YA BICH HAHAHAH!!!!".....................

OOC (Out of Character): NoDoz...I didn't give you the sword back...

"Joseph, you bullets aren't having any effect, the wind gusts are too strong an blowing them away from him", Let me and The Dragons Breath Handle him." Enieles removes his coat and hat, unsheathes his sword, and takes off the sheath. "I for one am getting tired of this amutare playing at fire. Enieles begins to fosus, and his body tenses "stay with what you know, becaue fire burns!" The flames of the Elementals cloak suddenly extinguish. the same with the leaves that are cought in the wind. Enieles Focus' his energy along his blade, flames start to course along the edge, first orange, then blue, then white. Enieles began to smile....

Ezekiel resisted the pull of the beastmaster and turned back to the action just in time to see things really hit the fan. In an instictive mental motion, Ezekiel solidified the air around him into a solid layer that even an elemental couldn't break though and stood watching as everything started flying around him.

He saw Enieles maneuver into position to do something drastic and saw all the flames extinguish themselves, their energy having gone into the blade now held out by the fire bug.

"Ah, hell," muttered Ezekiel, "here we go." He chilled the air around him to compensate for what he knew ould be--to say the least--a heated confrontation. Off in the distance a ways, he saw the bar and wondered what was going on there.

Enieles felt the change in the air, and new that Ezekeal was using his power, "Joseph, retreat back to Ezekeal, its about to get real hot".

Enieles felt the his pwoer course through him, felt the fire ready to burst forth from his finger tips, knew that nothing could stand its heat, and knew that in realising that much power that he might loose control and destroy everything. This battlw wasn't going to be easy, Enieles didn't have enough cotrol over his powers to use them to there maximum potential, and the elemtal before him had full mastery of his powers. This battle was going to be up to Enieles sword, he couldn't use is pyrokanisis to defeat the elemental.

Enieles Charged at the elemental bring his sword down in a wild arc...

This guy's an idiot thought Ezekiel as Eneiles launched himself at the elemental. How can he expect to beat him with a sword?

With his air shield perfectly in place, Ezekiel noticed the lack of energy coming from the elemental. In a split moment, everything fell into place. Why the elemental with powers of earth and wind was able to create fire, why the beastmaster wasn't burned to a crisp, why he hadn't been forced to use any of his abillties, and why his vision was incomplete. He looked back at Enieles just in time to see the sword raised for a blow, but the elemental just stood his ground.

With a thought, Ezekiel threw Enieles sideways through the air and onto the leaf-covered ground. He then turned his gaze to the elemental standing before him, still unmoving, still with the glazed-over appearnace of a zombie.

With little more than a passive thought, Ezekiel crushed the elemental, and it immediately collapsed into a pile of leaves, dirt and mud, sticks, and rock.

He looked at the others who had stuck around. "That," he said, "was a decoy. We just let the bastard get away." He turned and headed back through the park towards the bar.

Mikeal: "Aye... what a day... I need a drink. Think I'll head back to the bar... not gonna sleep tonight anyhow"

Enieles picked himself off of the floor, brushed himslef off, and sheathed his sword. "I had everything undercontrol", he said as he started heading back to the bar.

Ezekiel laughed over his shoulder at Enieles.

"There was nothing left to have under control. The elemental was only controlling that...thing until he was far enough away that we couldn't catch him. My guess is, he's off-planet already. Now come on, we've got a meeting to make."

"that reminds me, you still owe me details about this meating." He jogged to catch up to Ezekeal. "Man I could use a drink".

"Joseph is going to take you ahead, I'll meet you at the skyport." He looked at Joseph, "fill him in on the way. I've gotta take care of a couple things first."

Ezekiel headed off in the direction of the bar, but went around back instead.

*fade to black*

"Green tea, and keep 'em coming." Sips tea and takes a drag off of a odd smelling cigarette. "The weapons work as a team, each one is tuned specificaly to each element. The pistols are tuned to earth, the dagger to wind and the sword to fire. If I master the three I will have mastered the elements as my forefathers did eons ago. *takes another drag "The elements is what gave our guild the edge." *scoffs "Hmph, how ironic that which had made us greatly feared is now what we fear the most." *Sips tea puts out cig. "What are you having Enieles?"

"Jack'n Coke" He looked at Joseph waiting for more details about the meeting with the Elemtal.

Mikeal leans back in his stool, taking the last sip of his cheap ale. (gulp). Mikeal sways back, and slams the glass down on the bar... "Hit me up with another Bar Tender Sir! *hic*

Bartender (NPC) - Listen ya dirty hobo! Your done, you allready owe me about 200 gil! I know ya saved me arse back there in Chulor but enough is enough!! I told ya I would serve ya anytime ya needed a drink.. on me, but for all dieties sake, Your gonna make me broke! Now... git outta my bar until ya get some gil to pay for your drinks!

Mikeal, "Uh can one of you guys spare a gil?"

"Bartender, from now on his drinks are on my tab. At least until he gets some gil", he looks at Joseph, "and I assume there's some sort of reward at the end of this?"

Originally posted by TheGreatMonkey
"Bartender, from now on his drinks are on my tab. At least until he gets some gil", he looks at Joseph, "and I assume there's some sort of reward at the end of this?"

Mikeal, "Aha! Your a good man! I tell ya what sonny... Seeing as your fightin the demon thingy, and I don't really have anything better to do at the moment (Or anytime for that matter) I'll stand by your side. I offer my aid to you... I am an experienced fighter and an avid beastmaster. You see...

The beastmaster goes thru a long story about his amnesia and lost past. He shows him a mark on his right hand which he uses to mend his wounds (Chi-Ka) and a mark on his left hand in which he calls/speaks to his animal friends (Chi-Ra)

Mikeal, "I will aid you in fighting your demons, if you help me with mine. ...help me find my past, and my life is a weapon for you to use. ...oh yeah... and a place to sleep... a clean set of clothing, food and drink"

Ezekiel sits at his desk, filling a box with an assortment of alien weapons, gadgets, tools, comm devices, and a few forms of entertainment--magic tricks, books, image cubes mostly--and listens attentively to the conversation at the bar through an earpiece in his left ear.

A grin spread across his face as he heard the beastmaster join the team. One more body, especially one who could control animals, would be most useful in a small, enclosed environment. He grabbed his badge, his pre-packed suitcase, his box of goodies, and his swords (yes, plural), and headed out the door to the rear exit of the building.

His landshuttle was waiting for him, as programmed.

:: A small fly enters the shuttle with Ezekiel ::

coincidence? ...or is the Beastmaster smarter the he lets off.

Mikeal sips his grog... he has no expression on his face, he stares blankly foward... his eyes are open but hardly aware of his surroundings... he seems to be in a different world.

Mikeal looks through the fly's eyes...
He sees a gadget filled Shuttle, a few servants, bodygaurds and Ezekiel. Ezekiel seems to be laying out some sort of plans.... however Mikeal can't get any details looking through blurry hexogonal eyes.
Mikeal listens through the tubes earholes...
He hears an echoing sound of the shuttle but not much more. A few other shuttles wiz by.

Mikeal sets his grog down, and rests his weary eyes.

Enieles gives Mikeal a small plastic card, "use this to get whatever you need. Your skills are of use to us, and you risked yourself to help me, I think you've earned my gratitude".

Mikeal takes the card and slides it in his front pocket, and nods at Enieles. Mikeal then Scoots over to the Tech-Cafe on the other side of the room, and proceeds to order a few necessities:

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Leather Gloves w/ powdered lead lining for added punch impact, holes open on the top too insure his marks of Chi show through.

Silk Gi, Black Sash, Black strapped sandals to replace his tattered worn clothing.

A chrome finished flask to store alcohol.

Mikeal also gets a room at the chin-gon Inn, and has his equipment sent there.
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Mikeal, "Enieles.... Corridor C6 Room 1254... for when you need me"

Mikeal, goes to get some well needed rest...

*Joseph slams a bag of gold and jewles on the bar.
"This should cover the tab." Turns and lights up another self rolled cig. *coughs "Being in the guild has its privledges. All supplies and weapon upgrades will be on the guild." Blows smoke, tosses cig and snuffs it under his foot. "This shall indeed be an experience. Perhaps I may be able to pick up a few tips and tecniques."..........

Heaving herself onto one elbow, the cat woman replies "Thanks. Im going to kill my herb contact....literally." Unsteadily getting up, and using the stranger to lean on she replies with a dry laugh, "Im Morgan, I guess I owe you a debt then as well."

Returning the herbs to her bag she turns her dark eyes on the man who helped her...."So whats it going to be?"

Standing up and sitting next to Morgan, the traveler removes his hood and speaks.

"My name is Hermon. And the pleasure is all mine. Please, do not be so quick to cast doubt on your herablist, we all make mistakes. The leaves were simply too old and have turned. We all make mistakes."

During his pause in speaking some features are revealed about the traveler. His ears are slightly pointed, his head entirely bald. His face is covered in a thick dark brown beard. His voice is very deep and soothing, tough almost lacking any hint of emotion.

"I will take you up on that drink. A warm cider would be excellent."

The traveler props his walking stick against the bar.

"What brings you to this fairly remote town? Are you a local or just passing through like me?

Without even looking at the Jewls Enieles pushes them back towds Joseph, "Reward me when this is over, I may not live up to such rewards".

As Ezekiel arrived at the SkyPort and had the shuttle brought directly into the cargo bay of his personal transporter that would take him to the cruiseliner where he would meet the elemental. He took all that he could carry, wound up making two trips to get all that he needed from the shuttle to the passenger section of the transporter, there was just too much stuff.

He heard a buzzing around his head and noticed a small fly circling him. He thought of crushing it and was about to simply telekenetically eliminate the insect when he remembered the beastmaster, and let the fly be. He did, however, swirl the air to blow the fly away from his face. When everything he needed was aboard the passenger section, he took a seat and listened to the ambient music. He closed his eyes and awaited the arrival of the rest of the party.

*Joseph takes a last drag off of his cig. " Then so be it," he takes the Phoenix blade in his hand and steps away from the bar, a flourish and a spin and the mystic blue aura envelopes the assasin. "I will master these weapons" he stops, shethes the blade, "come now Ezekiel awaits us."...........

Enieles downs the last bit of his drink, and stands up. "Alright, I'll meet you at Mikeal's hotel room in 20 minutes, I have to pick up somethings from my place, from there we'll meet Ezekiel at the skyport". Enieles settles his tab with the Bartender and heads toward the front door.

Morgan laughed and said "Im more or less here on some business. I had to take care of a problem for someone. But, that should be just about done by now".

Pulling a map from her bag, Morgan points vaguely to the North "Im headed up there next......got to see an old friend."

When returning the map to the bag, Morgan pulls out a bandage which she wraps around her hand as it appears to bleed for no reason.

As he passes Joseph notices Morgans map. The seal on the right hand corner is that of the Blood Angels. "Excuse me miss?..."

Time hasn't treated me very well, and life has yet to lend a helping hand. I was only 3 minutes away, 2 blocks out, and one care free attitude from saving her...or should I say preventing her from dying? Time moves ever so slowly now. This must be it's way of punishing me for my negligence.

The drudgery of each passing sun hurts...like a snails that passes over the sharp side of a razor. Each day is the same, yet the pain is different from day to day. My insides have rotted, and I am waiting for my exo-skeleton to collapse. I wish I could only cry, but, I have ran out of tears to do so.

Enieles walks out the front door. Once on the street, he looks up at the sky, the night stars are blocked out under a blanket of heavy clouds. "Its going to rain" he thinks to himself. He walks a short distance down the street, gets into a black sports car, and drives off into the night.

Inside his car, Enieles, pushes a butten on his car phone. He hears the click as somebody picks up on the other end, but nobody answers. "Master its Enieles. Phase one completed, moving to phase two". Enieles pushes the butten again and the line goes dead.

Enieles stops his car infront of a run down building, gets out and enters. He goes to the top floor where he unlocks and opens the door to his apartment. The apartment is baren, he no more furniture then what he requires. A cot, a desk and a chair. Its obviouse that he doesn't live here, in fact its only a temporary housing untill he leaves this town, which it apears he will be doing. He closes his laptop computer and places it and all of the attached equipment into a protective case, he picks up several other bags containing clothes, weapons and other miscilanious item and equipment. It takes him two trips to get all of his stuff into his car from his apartment. After aranging everything so that it will fit Enieles gets back into his car, and speeds of towards the Chin-gon Inn, to meat Joseph and Mikeal.

Back at the in Joseph begins to practice, the Phoenix blade whistles through the air a thin line of fire trailing behind the edge. He pops a melon up into the air with one swipe of the blade, draws both pistols and blasts the melon into pieces while its still in the air. Once again the same procedure only quicker with heaver objects. Beads of sweat form on his brow, a mystic blue aura glows about his body, his energy level steps up. "Arrhhgghhhh!!!!!!" ...........

Faster more quickly, the movements become. The rage power and fury of his painful youth come forth and manifests itself in the form of raw power. Each shell spits out of the pistols clinking on the cement. Each bullet hiting its mark. Blam Blam Blam Blam click click click. Joseph drops to one knee. Sweat is now pouring down his face. "Feel pain, Know life..........." his voice trails off into an hypnotic trance.


He snaps out of it.... footsteps approach, he whirls around Phoenix blade in his hand, *hoarsly*"Morgan?"......................

"Joseph", Morgan replies, smirking at the man in front her.

"You really ought to be more careful where you practice with those things.....you could hurt someone. And we all know how much I hate it when people get hurt."

Looking down and wriggling her fingers in the bandage, she begins to unwrap them...the bleeding having stopped and there still being no mark on her.

"The sacrifices we make for power," she mutters, "So what brings you to this dingy little inn?"

Leaning back agaisnt the wall, drink in hand, she realises the last time she saw Joseph was when he tried to talk her out going "freelance" with assassinations on the side of the Blood Angel work.

Joseph slams the Phoenix Blade into the ground burying it up to the hilt. He turns his back on Morgan.

"There is a threat to our kind........"

his voice trails off, once when he felt this vulnerable he nearly lost his own life. Self doubt, uncertainty, perhaps helplessness.......no...perhaps hoplessness.

"damnable this creature. I've not come across an elemental with such power. It's almost as if it were not a living being."

There is a humming then the ground starts to quake beneath the two.

"THE PHOENIX BLADE!!!!"

Up from the ground it tears flames shooting in every direction, then without provocation it flies towards Morgan....................

Mikeal wanders outside the hotel and gets railed by Enieles shuttle. In a blur of confusion and chaos, Mikeals drunken stupor has come to a screaching halt. The sky fades into the earth, the buildings blur outward. Everything is a flash of light faded into a dim pinpoint of reality. Mikeal lie dead on the street...

In a flash Joseph teleports in front of Morgan his arms crossed before him.

"Arrrhggggghhhh!!!!"

The Phoenix blade finds its mark.



Joseph stands. Bleeding, the Blade embedded frimly in his right forearm.

"Hmph, Feel pain............"

he passes out..............................

Morgan stands in shock looking at Joseph for what feel like an eternity before crouching over him and calling out "Joseph? JOE?"

Gingerly she tries to pull the blade from him arm, but its embedded to far.

"Sorry Joe, youre going to have to pull it out yourself...yuck", Morgan mumbles as she reaches into her back pack and waves smelling salts under Josephs nose.

Enieles brings his car to a screaching hualt after hitting something, he hurriedly get out to see what he hit, and sees that it's Mikeal. He checks for a pulsh and feels non, and desperatly tries to revive him, using small amounts of thurmal energy to massage his heart.

Ezekiel sits sipping a can of soda while he awaits the arrival of his companions. Suddenly, he sees a vision. A reality that has not yet come to pass. One of the ones he originally saw in his party is no longer among the group. However, in the place where the departed one was, there stands a new figure, veiled in shadow. This new figure stands slightly to the side of the group of unwilling adventurers, wavering in and out of this reality.

Just as suddenly as his prescience came, it disappears, leaving Ezekiel alone, with a can of soda in his hand.

"Oh, s**t," he whispers to the emptiness.

Enieles let the reality set in, and gave up, there was nothing he could to for Mikeal.

He Got back in his car, put it in gear and sped off to meat with Ezekeal, laeving Mikeals body to be dealt with by the authorities.

*sputters coughs*
Joseph attempts to brush the hair from his face he stops when he notices the blade frimly embedded.

"Damn I hate this vile weapon!"

he clutches the hilt with his left hand and yanks quickly,

"ARRHHGGHHHHH"

the room starts to spin and Joseph catches himself, he props himself up with the blade.

"Heh heh, it would seem that I've had this happen before.

Just like old times, eh Morgan?".......................

"Too much like old times my dear", Morgan replied dryly.

Realising the opportunity that literally lay before her, she quickly moved her body so she was straddling Joseph and lowered her face towards him until they were inches apart.

"So before I let you get up and help you with this nasty wound, I want you to answer a question for me. Do you remember when you told me Doylle was dead? You wouldnt have been lying about that would you? You see I could have sworn Ive seen my dead partner several times over the last few weeks. Very much alive."

She tilted her head in the way a cat watches their prey...waiting to pounch at the wrong movement it makes.

Enieles parked his car in the SKy Port parking lot, grabbed his Gear, four bags in all, one on hanging of of each shoulder, and one in each hand, and walked towards the hanger Ezekeals transport was in.

Joseph clears his throat,
"Ahem, yes ummmm......."
He quickly rolls over onto Morgan.
"Maybe, I missed............on purpose."
He winces as the weight of the blade cuts deeper..........................

"I ought to kill you for that Joseph. Of course you having the upper hand and all....right now anyway....I cant really do that can I"

Suddenly Morgans features begin to change until she becomes the cat and slips under Joseph.....making him fall onto the blade a little more.

Then she sits, watching him....waiting for him to pull the blade out and speak.

"Arrghhh!!!"
His face contorted with pain Joseph grasps the handle of the Phoenix blade. It hums then glows fire red instanly cauterizing the wound as Joseph pulls it free.
"Vile blade." *spits*
"Morgan we could use some one with your "skills" plus I'll make it worth your while."
He tosses a large bag of gold at Morgans feet........

"Money," Morgan mutters, picking up the bag, "Why Joseph you didnt forget the way to my heart."

She moves to a table and sits down, kicking a chair out with her foot and then crossing her ankles on the table top.

"Please do tell me, what I can do for your lovely money"

Enieles entered the passanger cabin of Ezekiels transporter, he put his gear down on one of the chairs, and sat down next to Ezekiel.

"Your Laky didn't meet me at Mikeals hotel".

"I know," Ezekiel said, setting down a cup of coffee he had been sipping.

"Have a seat," he said, gesturing to his right, "it'll be awhile before the next arrival. Oh, and keep your weapons handy, you'll need them." Ezekiel closed his eyes and focused on the memories of the possible futures awaiting them on their journey. "You'll need them often," he muttered as he drifted off to sleep.

Enieles reclined in his chair, put his hat on his head and started to nap. "wake me, when everybody is here".

It had just started to rain, big, splattering drops that found their way down the back of your neck, when Luna came upon the transporter. She brushed her wispy, white hair back from her face, and squinted into the gathering darkness. Now that she was getting on in years, with a wrinkled complexion and a slight stoop, she could not see as well as she used to. But that did not stop her from being nosy. She was known throughout the Old City as the 'Great Gossip', and the 'Meddling Mother', for her tendency to direct other people's lives.
But now she was not in any mood to direct anyone's life. She just wanted a place to sit down, after a hard day's shopping. Taking her basket of vegetables on one arm, she set off for the transporter, her rubber boots splashing water onto the hem of her flowered skirt as she went.


Sir Miles
-"Life is problems. Living is solving problems." Katala

He bandages the gaping wound in his arm
"Morgan I wont lie to you.............our quest involves an elemental. More specifically one that neither you or I have encounterd before."
he winces as he ties the bandage and extends his now bloodied bandaged arm towards Mogan.
"umm Morgan, could you.............."