"La Data di Oggi e"

There was a small rapid thumping sound. It was fairly silent at first. The sounds of the nearby city oftentimes had such noticeable sounds, but they were almost always ignored. The sound grew louder, a sign that the sound was drawing closer to the Villa. There was a tiny dot in the sky. the occasional airplane could be seen from the Villa's location. It was Gunslingers helicopter. Heading right at them. This helicopter was fully armed with 8 missiles and a nasty 25mm Gatling gun mounted on the nose of the helicopter. The sound god louder as he approached. Creating a gradual breeze that was created by the propellers. The more Gunslinger approached, the more the noise and breeze kicked up. It eventually became hard to breathe from the wind blowing around, and the noise was enough to make any normal person's ears ring.

Gunslinger finally reached the Villa main building. making the trees lean away. Gunslinger pulled back on the controls, making the helicopter lean backwards and dropping slightly in altitude. He stopped, leveled out the controls and the helicopter, hovered and looked around. noticed the Helipad on the roof. He went to land on the roof. Landing a helicopter was always tedious and time consuming. He landed and flipped some switches and levers, turning off the helicopter. He took of his ear phones that dampened the sound and placed them on a hook above him. He opened the side window of the helicopter, allowing him access to a ladder to climb out. He shut and locked the window on the way out. He did not want anyone getting in there and hijacking it. The windows were bulletproof so he wasn't worried. He still had to jump down since the ladder did not extend to the ground.

Gunslinger was dressed on his usual trenchcoat lined with many different guns on the inside of his trenchcoat effectively doubling as a layer of armor. He wore an impact/peircing proof vest, along with a belt of grenades over his shoulder. He has a belt of many gadgets around his waist. The rest of his weapons was in the helicopter but he assumed he did not need them at the time.

Gunslinger noticed a door leading to the inside of the building. He walked over to it and knocked on it.

The train ride passed smoothly into the late afternoon; the wine country looked endless from behind the plastic reinforced windows of the train. Against the landscape of vineyards and rolling hills, Bliss could see a faint reflection of herself in the window. She rested her feet on the seat next to her, as her body held itself up against the plastic armrest of the window seat; the vacant car offered no static to her thoughts tonight. Her head merged with a reflective doppleganger that followed her motions in perfect unison. She gazed at the vineyard, but wondered what the reflection saw as it gazed inside. Her eye blinked in fatigue, but she realized an important component of research in her Cartesian thought. Entanglement and epistemology shared a common bond-- an almost entangled relationship themselves. She pulled a pen out from her jeans pocket and lifted the sleeve of her sweatshirt; scribbling a brief note on her arm.

The train pulled into its destination; a lovely little town in a forgotten valley of the world. Bliss grabbed her bag and threw it over her shoulder, as she made her way to the front, childishly touching the headrest of every seat on her way out. The air offered up a warm moisture with just enough of a breeze to ferment complacency with the climate. A suited driver stood before her with a sign that read, 'Fokokama.' She stopped to read the sign on the lonely pier and raised her eyebrows. "Close enough."

The car traversed the lovely landscape for several minutes, before arriving in the front of a majestic villa. She grabbed her bag and walked the path to the gate, unhinging the locking mechanism and entering. The iron gate closed behind her and she continued her path down the little road that led up to the impressive manor. The rows and acreage of grape vines stretched out for miles and the aroma of the fields lingered lustfully in the air. Trimmed hedges erected barriers for the garden of paradise, for once one entered in and partook of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, one could never return.

It had been awhile since Gregor had been to Italy. For some reason he's been to Europe quite frequently lately. This time was for business and less for pleasure, as opposed to last time, though he ended up on business anyway. Gregor had decided to not ride with Gunslinger, wishing to find his own way to the manor where he had been asked to go. He didn't really know why he had agreed to join, perhaps a little greed, added to the fact that Gunslinger was seriously considering it. Plus a little birdy had told him that another friend was joining the ranks of these "Thrones". And it was with this that Gregor had gone ot Italy in search of this group. It wasn't long after his searching had begun that Gregor had found the manor gates. With some quick foot work, Gregor had scaled the outer walls, catching site of a familiar beautiful face from just a few days prior. "Well hello Miss Bliss. Seems someone else has gotten a hold of your phone," Gregor called to the woman in front of him, recounting the few phone calls Gregor had placed only to be answered by an Australian man.

"Why, did someone actually call you from it?" Bliss curtly cut in her most pleasing of demeanor. She continued up the stairs, before tipping her head and wondering about the meeting. She put so much time into the rude gesture she took all the wonder out of meeting Gregor in such an odd place. She turned around and looked at Gregor "Why are you here? I thought you were in a desert."

She dropped her bag on the ground before a steward. "Would you be kind enough to take this to my room, while I catch up here?" She asked to the help.

She stood several steps above Gregor, bringing her to around his height. "I'm dying to know how this fits into your life philosophy."

"Other way around. I tried calling you." Gregor chuckled. Another steward came to take Gregor's bag, before being politely waved off. He continued his conversation with the beautiful woman in front of him, much more interested in her presence here than in his room. "I was in the desert, some stuff happened, I got drunk on 200 year old whiskey, flew a helicopter, weird day. Me and my buddy both got invited here since we're inventors and vigilantes of sorts. Gotta make money some way, I figure merc work is as profitable as anything. That and I can choose my contracts while still going out and helping those that can't pay." Gregor adjusted his weight and returned a question, "You being here is a pleasant surprise. Tell me, are you even more interesting than you let on dear Bliss?"

"I don't know where to draw the line between interesting and not worth the effort. You apparently don't." Bliss began walking up the stairs towards the main door. The staircase placed the entrance of the house about ten feet above the ground level. "But, moving in the direction of things to come, how lovely is the country out here? New York hardly offers anything of substance to this view." She popped to the toes of her right foot and set her left foot out for balance. "I love the smell of air that isn't erupting from a tail pipe, or smoke stack." She lowered herself and began to walk over towards a metal rail that lined a garden. The rail stood four feet above the level she stood upon, but scaled the horizon of the ground below that. The black rail seemed sturdy as she hoisted herself up upon its narrow path. She placed her arms out to balance as she walked the narrow rail. "It seems safe here." She spoke with her concentration divided between the conversation and her balance. She took another step farther down the rail. "I feel safe here."

"Well excuse me for being interested in those things that grab my attention. You being the formost lately, Bliss." Gregor walked with her as she balanced on the guardrail, strolling the lengths of a garden on the thin length of metal. He kept a close eye on her feet as she walked making sure she didn't tumble, and if she did, that he'd be there to catch her. "It seems so, you're fairly upbeat today." Gregor shifted the weight of his bag on his shoulder, regretting now the dismissal of the steward. "If you don't mind me asking," Gregor said as he slipped his bag off of his shoulder, dropped it to the ground, and kicked it across the ground, the bag coming to a rest at the wall perpendicular to the door, "What brings you here today?"

(no recognizement of meh?)

Bliss turned and faced the villa, abducting her arms away from her body to form a T-shape. "We're here for the same reason physically, but not existentially." She leaned back slightly to see how far she could go while maintaining her balance. "I'm not saying I'm important and he isn't." She lifted her left leg and placed her balance upon her right to hold her upright. "I'm only insinuating if we gave you the same effort, we would take something for ourselves differently." Her balance hit the fulcrum; she now faced the task of whether to go back to her original form, or to push further. She opened her eyes and fell back, pushing off with her right leg. She flipped in a straight stature with her right leg extended. The height of the rail over the terrace made her flip look more impressive. "Two people being somewhere for the same reason is just out of the question when you really think about it."

Brainiac had taken five taxis to get to the villa, having to sit through every snicker and remark that the taxi drivers gave him. Next time, I'm going flying, I don't care if they find my costume or see my wang, all I know is I'm getting on a first class flight. Damn taxi drivers, I knew I shouldn't have worn my costume, why the hell did I? Brainiac sighed, took a few deep breaths and turned on the massage function of the suit. Well, at least I'm here, that's all that matters for now. I wonder what the reason for me being called here for could be... Wow, this villa is huge even compared to what I've seen online. Brainiac walked in and gave his bags to one of the servants. "Please take this up to my room, I'm Brainiac, teenage genius." Before Brainiac could ask anything else, the servant had already left. Brainiac looked around and saw a servant pulling on someone who clearly wasn't and asked her, "Excuse me ma'am, would you happen to know where I'm supposed to go?" After Brainiac had asked the question, he telepathically turned on his X-Ray vision and looked through the beautiful servant's clothes, liking what he saw.

((OoC: Sorry, he's a pubescent teenager with the ability to see through clothes, what did you expect?))

Damian drove up in a long limo and stepped out paying the man and turned around walking towards the villa. Damian was a young handsome guy who looked in his very early twenties, he wore a Gray suite made of very expensive silk and wasd Gray all the way down to the tips of his shoes except a white long sleeve silk shirt under the Gray jacket. His hair was shoulder length and solid black like the feathers of a crow or raven and his eyes were a strong stormy gray. He carried a cane in his right hand the handle piece in the shape of a wolf's head and walked with a air of confidence and personal knowing as if he faced all his demons and won. He stopped at the front lawn and looked around spotting two people and walked over and seeing one was a lady he removed his Gray Bowler hat and smiled to them both revealing sparkling white teethe. "Hello there I am Damian Gray I believe I was contacted to come here in this hour and hope I am not too late to meet my fellow members." It wasn't stated as a question more of as a observation and the longer they were around him they would learn he never asked a direct question except when in battle. For to Damian questions were the height of rudeness preferring that something be spoken as a Observation, Statement, or a desire to understand than asking directly.

Damian had lived a long time and was himself never in a rush believing that normally everything would work out in it's own good time and Questions that seems urgent may be no more than a ripple in a pond and those were the ones that Damian gave subtle hints to preferring a person to find it on his/her own that way they understood it fully and now knew the answer for themselves since a answer that would satisfy Damian may not satisfy another. Damian was lean and tan bitten by the sun and wind standing about 5'11. he looked between the two waiting.

Mid air, somewhere in the frontyard, a small speck of light emerged from...well...nothing. It just emerged. And expanded rapidly until a gaping blue vortex erupted, which on it's turn transformed in mirror like thing. The odd thing was (besides of that the thing was floating in mid space) that the mirror showed a totally different image than it should. Instead of the villa, one could see a place called 'Jimmy's Gas and Snacks station'.
Suddenly the surface of the mirror rippled and a nose, a face, a head, a torso, a man appeared. A very short man, fuzzy black hair, black beard, unwashed. As he made his way to the front door, the portal closed behind him. The small Indian guy slowly climbed the stairs, before almost leaping towards the door and ringing the doorbell.