Creating the Shade(Invite only quest)

The night hung light over new York. Which was pleasent enough for her. In fact it was excellent. The most perfect night to do what she planned. Mist that hung close to the ground gave it a mystical feeling to it. So all the better. Noone was really on the street. In fact for an odd reason everyone was hesitant to go out. Huntress stood out over an extravagent balcony. Eyes scanning over the oddly empty feeling city. Lips twisted into a frown. Phillip leaned against the railing on the opposite side. Arms crossed. Lost in some thought, While Elena emerged from a white curtain veiled room. Her hair was a jet black. Flowing like onyx silk. Eyes a blue sapphire. Her lither curves were covered by a slim fitting black dress. That trailed along the ground. Extravagent silver rings adorned her fingers. Bangles jingling on her wrist. Lips painted a ruby red. "It's a lovely night isn't it." She leaned against the railing beside Huntress. "I can practically feel the presence of magic. As if its converging on this spot." Elena took a deep drag of the air. Huntress turned to look at her. Green eyes appraising the woman she called her leader. "So do you think they'll come?" Phil asked coming from his deep thought.

His green eyes opened. Brushing caramel brown hair aside. All he wore was an open button up shirt and simple loose blue jeans. While Huntress wore tight fitting blue jeans. With artificial leather boots with a fluffy inside. A white tank top,and a simple leather jacket over it. Brown hair flowing down onto her shoulders. Elena laughed delightfully. "Of course they'll come. If I know Nightkill. He wont be able to resist. Though I can't say about the others." With that she walked into a large extravagent hotel room. Taking a seat on a bed adorned with red silk sheets. Phil took his place sitting on a wooden chair. Huntress on a marble countertop. Elena whipped her hair around. Perfectly manicured fingernails scrapping sliently across the sheets. She had made sure to give the exact address. Also making sure not to allow the info into the wrong hands. Which meant hero hands. Now to let the people come. To hotel room number 216. With that she waited. As the music of slience kept her amused. Under her new persona Helena Marien.

THE BLACK KNIGHT races on the rooftops, leaping off the edge of a 25 story building into the streets. He flew towards the ground head first, the gravity increasing his falling speed rapidly. Passerby's saw the figure falling from the sky, looking up and pointing at him in amazement. They all had known the hero well, he was quite famous. Seconds before impact, Mimic fired an extension cable from each wrist-launcher. The sticky residue on the cable latched onto a building on both sides of the street, and Mimic used his full velocity to swing off the cables and hurl himself further into the city.

The people pointed and gawked in awe, however something was different from this Black Knight. While he looked the same, he didn't carry the same gear. The wrist-launching cables had never been seen before on the infamous figure. Perhaps he had upgraded his suit? Mimic had a destination, heading towards the location of Elena and her group. He had no love for villains or working with others, but he knew to give The Black Knight a real fight for his money, he wanted to get others in on the action. Just like in the comics, several villains would team up on the hero in an attempt to take him down. Obviously, Mimic didn't want to kill his Hero. But deep down, he knew that his hero was immortal.

When he reached the location, he slowly stalked the establishment. Switching on his goggles to heat vision, he quickly found out how many people were within the structure. Keeping an eye on their movements, he crept around the establishment, clinging to the shadows.

Though he was highly intelligent, he was also cocky. He was still keeping his Black Knight projection disguise, his favorite to use. To mimic his favorite hero. Back against the wall, he was easily hidden from the others sight. Steve Leopard made his entry and Mimic quickly fixed his cybernetic goggles on him. He was approaching Elena, Huntress and Philip looking them up and down, sizing them up. Mimic grasped one of his dual laser pistols with his right hand, and an unactivated plasma shield projector in his opposite hand.

Obviously, he wasn't going to kill him. Or even try. He aimed the pistol and fired in front of him diagonally towards the ground to halt his movement. The laser pistol sounded off, echoing in the room with a sharp hiss noise. Out of the shadows... The Black Knight revealed himself.

"I'd suggest you not be so cocky if you are looking for partners." Mimic exclaimed. Only seconds later, mentally making his holographic projection suit shift. The light from the suit flickered, and a few seconds later, Mimic was an exact replica of what Steve Leopard looked like.

"Lone wolves die alone."

Elena eyed the first new comer. A bit cocky for her taste, but she said this was open to all "villans". She never really felt comfortable with the label. What was the point of the terms hero and villans. Villans were just the undesirable of society. If they were a nuiscence they were criminalized. Save a few people and everyone loved you. People were such tools. Made her goals so much simpiler to attain. Play on people insecurities, and the follow you like flies to a rotting carcass. Then the next man came. He had an odd look about him. Mostly was his suit. Black usually was always in style. Though that was somewhat of a moot statement to this. huntress eyed him with curiosity as he turned into the man who arrived a few moments earlier. Now at least a few people were present. "Okay let us not fight. "Elena held up her index finger. "Afterall we are allies i this little agreement of ours. I'm sure you all know of the "Heroes" as some call them. The good doers. Pain, the Phantom Knight as some call him to name a few. I'm sure you all know of the return of S.C.A.R, or at least heard whispers of it. That organization as I fear is doomed. It would have no real chance against the growing hero threat. So i propose that we all in this room begin a group of our own. One that won't make the mistakes S.C.A.R has." She cleared her throat. "Though where are my manners." She laughed slightly. "I haven't even introduced my self. I bid you all good evening. My name is Helena Marien." She pronounced the last name as mary-in. Wiht that she let the other speak up before continuing. Even hoping more came.

Then he arrived. Walking into the hotel, then into the hall, and then the room, the man came. He then knocked on the door, and patiently waited. In the meantime, he pulled out his IPhone and began checking some things.

The man was 5'8, and looked Indian. He wore an expensive black business suit, complete with tie. Few would guess he was one of the most powerful and feared beings on the planet, with a kill count easily in the thousands. There were three other men with him, and two women, all heavily armed. For protection. It never hurt to have a few guards, though Nightkill was confident he could handle the people in the room. Still, the pride came before the fall for many. So he brought these folks. The Atomos drink flowed through their veins, so they weren't real humans either.

He had seen Elena's latter. "All villains." Pah. Villain. Idiotic label, and one Nightkill had never cared for. It implied someone who didn't care about the world, who'd be content to watch it burn. That was the exact opposite of what Nightkill wanted. He wanted the world to come together as one, and for all humans to live peacefully together, and to bring on a [i]Satayuga[/i, a ] Golden Age.

Under his rule, of course. People couldn't do it by themselves.

So now he waited for the door to open, so he could step calmly into the future.

(Bump.)

(ooc:anyone else joining?...or can i post?)

(ooc:just gona post...)

Cain sees/hears the laser go off in front of him; he turns around and looks at the...replica of him. He raises an eyebrow "...hmm I’m not cocky...mostly" he says. Then listens to the quote "and a pack survives" he mutters. Cain leans against the wall arms crossed as he listens to the speech of the black haired lady. He nods and says "the names Vulsore, Cain Vulsore" he mutters "...I’m the New York and London vampire." He raises an eyebrow at the man that walks in with the guards confused as to why he would bring guards to here, and how rich he'd have to be to actually afford guards. Waiting for the other people to introduce themselves Cain takes out a dagger and cleans out his nails.

It wasn't exactly the response he was expecting when people saw the popular hero in their midst but perhaps they didn't see him as a threat. Not yet, anyways. Apparently the man he shot at claimed to be a vampire. His nose raised underneath the helmet at the comment, he wasn't a big fan of those with a superiority complex. Announcing his status as "The New York or London Vampire" as if there were only one there. Working with these might prove more difficult than he had originally hoped. He took it a step further introducing himself. Now Jerome really felt like he was in the comic books, where the villain was foolish enough to reveal everything about himself before a hero was going to die, and then the hero miraculously survives, only to foil the villains plans. Foolish.

Mimic twirled his pistol in a backspin before hooking it to his belt quickly, along with the plasma shield generator cylinder. The holographic projection started to shift as he changed back into his previous form, reflecting the image of the Black Knight himself. A mysterious figure appeared with henchmen. Jerome knew his type well. The type that preferred others to do his dirty work for him, one surrounded by crime and wealth. The types in the comic books that usually had limited to no personal strength, but derived their strength from their supporters. Working with him may prove interesting. A lot more interesting than Dracula. He'd find the henchmen more useful for being in multiple places at once rather than being actual 'muscle'. Jerome's hero could take them all out with relative ease.

He decided to remain silent unless spoken to.

Well this seemed to be getting interesting. A vampire was a suprise to be sure, but a man using the image of a well known hero. Looked like Elena got the most interesting bunch she could gather up. It made her smile. If only her son had the fortune to be here. How he would love it. Though she could waste her time being an emotional fool later. Right now it was all buisness. So she put on a serious face with a hint of bemusement. Especially with the man who brought in his little bodyguards. At least someone had some foresight. So she made sure to keep composure. Elena motioned Phil to open the door. Which he did with a certain grace. Ushering Nightkill in. " Welcome. Come in and make yourself comfortable. I assume that's everyone." She gave a pleased smile. Toes dragging slightly against the plush carpet. "The goal of this little meeting i suppose is a simple one. We are all "villans" as people of society deemed to call us. The social pariahs of the time. I propose we form a group so to speak. An organization i would say. S.C.A.R is going nowhere. Especially under its current management. It has no room to adapt. Chaos is in no position to go on. So at first i propose we recruit every member of S.C.A.R possible. Not only to weaken the group, but strengthen our numbers." She took a deep breath. "Once thats done we can use our numbers and completely crush Chaos. Destroying the competition as well as most likely gaining more support among the "villan" community." She said villan with heavy sarcasm. Elena hated that label. "So would anyone have any input about the first part of my plan?"

((OOC i have the posting order now. Elena Marie, The Ranger, Nightkill, Mimic))

Cain Vulsore raises an eyebrow as he watches the black haired lady. The ‘Leader’ of this group of ‘merry’ people as she continues on with her speech taking in every other word, he’s never been that smart and has a relatively short attention span anyway. Though when she says ‘group’ he rolls his eyes having already figured out that, that was the reason they were all here of coarse she wanted to make a group with us why else would she call us here. ‘Unless of coarse she wanted to kill us all’ Cain thinks to himself silently but returns his attention back to the lad- Elena. ‘Need to stop referring to her as the lady with black hair, or the lady speaking’ he thinks to himself making a mental note of it in his brain.

[font=Calibri]Cain waits till she finishes then speaks up “…for getting the people from this S.C.A.R group,I could ‘teleport’ in and try to find members who wish to join, unless of coarse someone here knows anyone who is in the group already, then that person would be much more help ‘Cause they could get that person to join and pass the word around to people he, or she, trusts the most” he mummers but loud enough so that the other members can hear. It's not the best plan in the world but hey, it’s the best he can come up with right then and there…and besides he’s never been the kind to make plans anyway kill first and ask questions later has always been his style. Though he does become quiet after he has ‘thrown in his two cents’ as some odd American he was talking with once said to him, and waits to see what anyone else in this ‘group’ has to say about the first part of what the la-Elena said.

(Nightkill is not a strange man, he and Elena have met many times before.)

((OOC: Now i referred to him as Nightkill))

Elena Marie wrote: Well this seemed to be getting interesting. A vampire was a suprise to be sure, but a man using the image of a well known hero. Looked like Elena got the most interesting bunch she could gather up. It made her smile. If only her son had the fortune to be here. How he would love it. Though she could waste her time being an emotional fool later. Right now it was all buisness. So she put on a serious face with a hint of bemusement. Especially with the man who brought in his little bodyguards. At least someone had some foresight. So she made sure to keep composure. Elena motioned Phil to open the door. Which he did with a certain grace. Ushering Nightkill in. " Welcome. Come in and make yourself comfortable. I assume that's everyone." She gave a pleased smile. Toes dragging slightly against the plush carpet. "The goal of this little meeting i suppose is a simple one. We are all "villans" as people of society deemed to call us. The social pariahs of the time. I propose we form a group so to speak. An organization i would say. S.C.A.R is going nowhere. Especially under its current management. It has no room to adapt. Chaos is in no position to go on. So at first i propose we recruit every member of S.C.A.R possible. Not only to weaken the group, but strengthen our numbers." She took a deep breath. "Once thats done we can use our numbers and completely crush Chaos. Destroying the competition as well as most likely gaining more support among the "villan" community." She said villan with heavy sarcasm. Elena hated that label. "So would anyone have any input about the first part of my plan?"

((OOC i have the posting order now. Elena Marie, The Ranger, Nightkill, Mimic))

Nightkill sighed. "I truly don't understand why we can't keep the name of SCAR, and merely expel Chaos from the group. He doesn't have any real power in any case, it's me and Victor who were running things, and you know that, Elena." He said. "Frankly, I see no reason for you to create a completely new group. Chaos is just the figurehead for SCAR, and he's the one attracting all the bullets while the rest of us can do the actual work that needs to be done."

He sat down in a chair, his bodyguards-heavily armed- remaining standing and alert. He turned to the other members. "And you are?" he asked, unimpressed with what he saw.