Is it a Bird? A Man in a cape? No It's A Plane! (Kubi)

There was something to be said about these Planes. For starters, they were Huge and seconds. Cargo rooms were really cold. Marcus had just left Canada, sneaking aboard this plane after his meeting with the wonderful demon queen of Arcadia, Madeline which was still something he felt was saddening, she was a good, fun and interesting person to talk to. He'd miss her indeed but he didn't leave empty handed, he had his new tattoo that inked his right arm, mystical like and all, it's ability was the real show stopper, not that Marcus knew how to fight with it right. A sudden bump on his leg brought the demon from his thoughts, the cause of the bump belonged to Lucian who in her Hell hound form, was asleep and obviously warm with her fire like eyes and the occasional lick of flame escaping her snout.

"Sorry Luci but I am freezing and I'd rather not resort to smelling like cooked flesh to do it." Marcus said as he stood up and walked to the wall which he was sure led to one of the cabins that would be full of passengers and melded, turning into a shadow before putting his head though the wall. Inside, Marcus would find a number of passengers that filled the seats of this double Decker aircraft.  While it seemed there were not as many passengers as the plane could have, it was still quite the number, family's, business officials, maybe the occasional air Marshall. Making sure to see no one near was looking, Marcus would walk the rest of the way though the wall of the plane before solidifying himself and quickly looking for a free seat. Finding one, he would plop down on it before relaxing. From the looks of it, it was night and many had found themselves sleeping, with the occasional passenger staying up. It looked rather peaceful, like any other ride and so Marcus sought to remain quiet, examining the serpent like tattoo that rested along his right arm, gliding along it's body with the fingers of his left hand and occasionally poking the red eye which at certain angles glowed.

Meanwhile...

The Pilot and his co were both heavy eyed, it was a usual night for them, clocking in, flying the airliner, passing the day. It was a simple job but tonight there was something off. The Pilot, being in his mid fifty's eyed his Co, who had been nothing but young nerves. "You ok kid? Your acting like it's your first flight." The pilot said with a laugh to which he heard a small chuckle come from his co.

"No.. But it is your last." The tone was dark, and the old Pilot eyed his co before fear began to seep in, the co stared at him, his eyes glowing before he saw a shining light in the younger pilots hand, the old mans hands went for the speaker but the light shot from the co and smashed into the Pilot's temple, sending him Unconscious. With the deed done, the Co would bang his feet on the ground below him, singling to his crew that he had control of the Cockpit. The Plan was in motion and one by the one, each member would crawl from the a small opening till they crowded the cockpit, six including the pilot. Each armed with a handgun and a rather clown looking mask.

When they were ready, the five clowns would prop themselves beside the door that led to the cockpit and wait patiently, for their new main Pilot to tell of there goal to the whole of the plane.

There were very few things Kubi Tsuru disliked. He could tolerate criminals, nor outright dislike the good guys. He was fine with most music, loved reading, watching television, and both Star Wars and Star Trek. But seven hour plane rides in the dark was enough to test anyone's patience, let alone Kubi's. And though he kept his own light on, the darkness surrounded him like a wall, reaching with claws arched and fangs barred to rip the skin from his bones and drink his blood.

That or his imagination was acting up again.

That was why, when a stranger climbed out of the wall and sat down next to him, Kubi didn't question it. At best, it was something to watch and talk to until day break; at worst … well, at least if he's crazy he couldn't be held accountable for his actions; he already broke the arm of his chair from squeezing it at nightfall. He was an interesting stranger; cute, but romance was a long way from his mind at this point on the evening. All that mastered was that the guy next to him with the snake tattoo was real and not, say, a hallucination brought on by fear.

”You real? Like, don’ mean t’ scare y’, but I'm kinda freaking out right now … and it's possible I'm imaginin’ ya. Wouldn't be th’ first I imagined sexy snake boys.” His voice was less confident than usual, lacking it's usual confident tones, but shit, that's the best he could do.

Marcus blinked for a few seconds before looking to his left, only to see the tallest god damn person he had ever had the moment to meet. It was majestic, this guy was tall as all hell and looking down, Marcus would see that he had managed to crush the arm of the chair he was sitting in.. How did Marcus not see this guy when he first came in. But even then he had to take in his words.. Did this guy just call him cute? "Friend. I'm about as real as the hell hound sitting in the cargo hold... Are you real? Holy hell your tall." Marcus would say as he shook his head and looked at the guy once more, who the hell would say that? Cute?

"Also, don't call me cute. That's just weird." Marcus said as he shifted in his seat and continued to stare and inspect the tattoo, he had also meant to inspect the stone Madeline had given him but right now, the tattoo was what mystified him the most. It was surreal in a way. However, his inspection was cut short when an incoming beep of the microphone turned on.

"This is your captain speaking, there is a red haired girl, teenage looking sitting among you. She is a little hot to the touch and has a red shimmer to her eyes. My five friends in the mask are going to find this girl and kill her.. If you would be so kind as to find her yourself and give her up. That would be awfully kind of you and might just increase your chance of survival. Thank you.. And happy hunting." The beep would go off, only to be closely followed by whispers among the hundred people seated in this deck of the plane and followed by that, were screams coming from above, where the other deck held even more passengers.

"Huh. This is a first." Marcus would calmly state as he shifted his sight to the other passengers, looking for anyone with a red head or with a cloak or really large hat, anything that could be used to hide one's hair, for his eyes were not the only ones looking and he was sure most of them would not have as friendly intentions as his own.

Heh. Kubi's confidence grew as the man engaged him in conversation. Apparently, calling him cute was weird. A grin spread across his face. This is just what he needed, somebody he didn't know to banter with, mess with, and quite possibly kiss with. Focusing on the stranger was lessening the shadows, causing the wall of darkness to, for once, not seem so impenetrable. That was as good a reason as any to continue the conversation.

”I'm very much real, cutie, why don't you-”

But what was shaping up to be a very inappropriate suggestion was cut off at the Captain's announcement. As the hijacker - obviously - spoke, the look on Kubi's face went from panicked to suddenly, scarily, happy.

”This is just fuckin’ awesome.”

And like a bullet he was off, hands moving with uncanny precision, each jab turning on another light. Up one aisle and down the next he moved until the entire cabin was flooded with light. And then, with a grin that could rival a certain cartoon cat famous for its grin, he addressed the passengers.

”The plane’s been hijacked, k? Gonna need y'all t’ sit near th’ back. They probably got guns, and some o’ ya are too t’ get shit.”

He punctuated this with a wink at the stranger; partially because, yes, he was cute, but mostly because it would make him uncomfortable, and that was always fun. But then he was all business - well, mostly. Honestly, he didn't need them to stand back, it was just a precaution. But his bulk should be significant enough to block any bullets that come flying out. He examined the door. Stainless steel, titanium lock, reinforced bolts. Impossible to open … for a normal person. For Kubi, it was a simple matter of knocking really hard and suddenly, the door fell over, more than likely harming one or more of the hijacker - or at least that's what Kubi hoped. If not, oh well. More to go out the airlock.

”Daddy’s home, bitches. Bend over.”

Marcus had done his best to ignore the more cutie words coming out of the giants mouth but now he realized this fellow might just possibly be insane. The first hint of this craziness was that first, he turned on every light in the deck, like, Every light. It wasn't needed, he just did it and then, he went and moved right to the large iron door that led to the cargo hold to which he spoke, telling everyone to move to the back. But the second hint of sanity, was that he winked right at Marcus, to which all Marcus could do was tilt his head with a frown at the giant as he stood up and moved past the panicking passengers, there minds focused on doing what the giant said to do.

But as Marcus moved towards the flirting giant, who at the time had just kicked in the reinforced door to the cargo, the door revealing to lead to bags, a large sleeping dog looking thing and more bags. Marcus would then reach the giant, tapping him on the lower part of shoulder blade, not bothering to try and reach the shoulder. "Nice introduction Giant but this is a double Decker. Most likely, they are going to be upstairs." Marcus said as he would move to the stairs that were next to them, his mask melting onto his face as he started to climb the stairs, only to be stopped by a blue faced clown.

Narrowing his eyes, Marcus would move his shadow's arms and send them at the blue clown, one wrapping around the clowns leg and the other plugging up the barrel of the gun he held before the clown had time to react. "Catch." Marcus would say in a demonic voice as he pulled on the shadow that was wrapped around the leg of the clown, causing them to fall and yell before he pulled harder, slinging the clown behind him and ether into the giant if the bugger chose to follow or into the wall of the plane as he continued up the stairs not caring which.

Upstairs

Four clowns patrolled upstairs, Green held the bottom left while Pink kept an eye at the bottom right with Brown and yellow opposite of those two. And with the plane on Auto pilot, the white colored clown stepped out from the pilots room, his eyes scanning the passengers. "Where are you Red?" White would call out as he cocked the gun he held which were mostly for show, seeing as a stray shot would put everyone on the plane in danger more so then any good that could come of it.