open A.R.E.A 51 (Supernatural/Battle/Slice of Life) Roleplay

[Samurshy 708]

Las Vegas, Nevada was certainly an evil place. A place where a man could buy an escort, gamble away his winnings, and get the best drugs money can buy all before dinner time. Yes, if there was ever a sign of the downfall of western civilization, Las Vegas would undoubtedly be it. Las Vegas was truly the bottom of the barrel, and a perfect place for someone like Masun Murray. Scraping the bottom of the barrel as if trying to break through the barrel and dig into the ground underneath; Masun was a broken man. And what other better place was there for him to drown and escape his sorrows? Las Vegas was disgusting, and that was alright with Masun. This place had everything Masun needed; various types of alcohols, various ways to lose his money, and various types of escorts he could pay for. Masun was a young looking man, possibly in his twenties, but that was far from the truth. Masun had been alive longer than any human could possibly dream of, except maybe the humans recorded in the story books from over two thousand years ago. Even though Masun had never read a bible, because just merely holding it in his hand caused him immense amounts of pain, he had decided long ago that they were nothing but stories told to children at bedtime. With everything Masun had endured throughout his lifetime, he knew there could be no God, at least, not one that was loving and caring. Masun still couldn't explain why certain things of a holy nature held power over dark entities like himself. Perhaps the reasoning behind holy water turning to sulfuric acid on skin contact with a vampire had something to do with magic. Masun tried to not think about that prospect, it always led to him thinking too deeply; and if Masun took time to think too deeply, his mind would always arrive at the things that he desperately tried to forget. Masun didn't want to remember the sole reason why he drank so heavily. The funny part about him drinking in excess, is that, if he wasn't a vampire, his liver certainly would have shut down years ago. Masun's vampiric nature allowed him to indulge in absolutely everything of a negative nature, and never suffer the adverse effects that mortals suffer for doing the same thing. Of course, at the same time, this meant that Masun could never truly find peace, or at least that is the conclusion he came to. 

"C'mon, roll the dice already", an impatient livid balding man said, from the other side of the craps table. Masun realized that he had just been sitting there shaking the dice in the cup for a few minutes now, lost in thought. Shit, I come here to escape, not to deep think. Masun thought as he threw the dice. He bet on snake eyes, but it landed on a five and a six. The casino employee took the chips Masun bet, which was everything, and with that, Masun left the table. Masun concluded he needed to heighten his blood alcohol content. He already heightened his blood content with that escort who passed out in his hotel room thirty minutes ago. Now he needed to work on that alcohol part. Mason sat down at the bar and ordered a Long Island Iced Tea. Masun never understood why it was called a Long Island Iced Tea. It wasn't even made from iced tea, nor did it taste like Iced Tea. It was made from Rum, Tequila, Gin, Vodka and Triple sec, with some lemon juice and coca-cola. And to Masun it just tasted like sprite with an alcohol bite. 

"That'll be seven dollars." The familiar goth looking female bartender said from behind the bar.

"Just put it on my tab." Masun replied and he reached for his drink, but the bartender slapped his hand.

"I would put it on your tab, if you didn't already have over eight hundred dollars worth of debt on your tab already." She said.

"C'mon, it isn't even the end of the week, yet. I can win the money tonight." Masun said as he reached for the drink again. Yet again receiving a hand slap.

"I'm sorry, but I am not letting you put more debt on your tab. You don't have to pay it right now, but I am not allowing you to drink for free anymore." the bartender replied.

Masun's expression quickly turned to a sour expression. "Listen," Masun reached over the counter and grabbed the women's nametag which read, Tally, Masun then cracked a fake smile as he attempted to convince the bartender, "Tally.  I know you only just started as a bartender at the Rabbit's Foot casino last week. And I am not going to tell you how to do your job. But the last Bartender here, Jace, he was a real swell guy. You see, he let me drink on my tab all the way up until the last minute of the deadline. And I always payed Jace his due. Now just let me..." Masun reached for the drink again and a final time received a slap on the top of his hand. Which this time Masun released a, "Fuckin shit." from under his breath.

"Listen, you asian shit. You can have the drink, but only if you pay me in tangible money. I am not Jace, Jace ran things fast and loose and almost never met the house quota because he let too many people get away with cheating him out of drinks. I will not allow the same thing to go on while I run the ship." Tally replied.

Masun rolled his eyes and opened his wallet to find it barren. Masun was about to get up to get money from the ATM, when a pleasant smelling woman in a business suit placed a hundred on the counter in front of Masun and sat down next to him.

"I'll pay for him to drink tonight" Said the woman in the business suit.

Tally rolled her eyes and reached for the hundred, but Masun held up his index finger as if to tell Tally to give them a second. Tally again rolled her eyes, left the hundred, and walked over to help other customers. 

"While it is true that I don't know every person that walks through this casino, I don't need a photographic memory to know an Area agent when I see one." Masun said.

The woman smiled at what Masun said, but didn't seem to be surprised.

"Well, it is to be expected of an old Area member like yourself to be able to spot one of their own. Right Masamune?" The woman asked.

Masun's eyes narrowed at the mention of his previous name. Masun turned his head and looked at the Area agent, taking her all in. She had black hair that was probably pretty long, but since it was in a bun on top of her head, he couldn't really tell. Her bangs were fairly long, which she attempted to keep out of her face with a barrette clipping her bangs to the side of her head, but a few loose strands managed to come loose and hang in front of the left lens of her bottom half rim glasses. She was resting her head on her right hand, her right arm making a triangle from the bar which acted as a stand for her head. She was looking at Masun and smiling a devilish smile that only seemed to make Masun even more angry. After assessing his opponent, he replied.

"The name is Masun Murray now, got it? I don't like bringing up the past." Masun's tone was that of anger. "Now that I have that out of the way, just who the hell are you?"

"Well, that depends. If you want the truth, you will have to accept an offer I am about to extend to you. If you want me to lie to you, then I can tell you my name right now." the Area agent replied.

"No deal. I am not going back to warmongering anymore. Not after Nagasaki and Hiroshima. I can't be responsible for lives anymore." Masun said preemptively. 

"I would understand your reservations about the failure to protect human life, but alas, that is what happens when you are on the wrong side of a war. However, if you wish to continue your decade long binge in Las Vegas, you might want to consider my offer." She rebutted.

"Okay, I am listening." Masun said.

"I'm going to get straight to it. First point: We need you. We are on the cusp of World War III, and we are currently collecting as many important forces in Area 51 as possible. We would like you to be the leader of a new group we are putting together. We are willing to do everything possible to get you to join Area 51, which leads me to my next point. You should check your bank account on your phone" the woman suggested.

Masun reached into his black suit and pulled out his iPhone and tapped on the Washington Federal bank icon. He typed in his information and password expecting there to be a large sum of money transferred into his account within the past hour because of Area. What he found, instead, was that his information was incorrect, or rather, it was as if his account had been closed. The rest of fifty-thousand something dollars that he had from his savings, gone. Masun crushed his phone into glass and microchip components in anger.

"Being an enemy of the US is quite a problem for someone with your... How should I say this? Vices? However, you come work for me and I will guarantee you will never be short on money, and you will always have access to any drink you want." 

Masun didn't like this, not one bit. He hated being forced to do something, this was something the old shogunate did back in his first generation of life. Something he fought against. But his need to forget the past outweighed his rebellious nature against the powers that be.
"Fine, you have a deal. Just give me back my money!" Masun said, angrily.
 
"My name is Felicia Davis, I am the director of Area 51, from now on, I will be your direct commander." Felicia extended her hand for a handshake.

Masun shook her hand and let out a, "tsch" his actions contrasting his vocal mannerism. 

"There is a black Lincoln Continental downstairs. It will take you to Area 51, you will be living there from now on." Felicia said.

Masun grabbed the Long Island Iced Tea and left the whole one-hundred dollar bill. He downed it in thirty seconds and then proceeded down to the car. Felicia was riding in the passenger seat, and the driver seat was taken up by a man in full United States Air Force attire. Masun opened up the back seat on the right of the car and sat behind Felicia. 


The car only drove on for about a an hour. Surprisingly Area 51 was only about seventy miles away from Vegas. They had to make various stops at checkpoints along the way, as they drove through government land. Eventually they arrived at what looked like an airport. They parked in front of a small building that almost looked like a shack that soldiers from the airfield would take breaks in. Felicia stepped out and motioned for Masun to step out and follow her. They walked into the small white building with only one window. There was only one person inside, and it was a women who looked to be in her late fifties who was tapping away at a keyboard. 

Felicia handed Masun a keycard. "This is your Identification card, it is how you will get in and out of the Area. Also step right here and look ahead." Felicia motioned Masun to stand directly in front of the desk where the woman was tapping away. There was a small wall extension that came out right behind Masun, that was completely blue. A bright flash came from a camera mounted on the desk. Masun noticed that the card he held hadn't had a profile picture until now. "Pretty cool, right? Our ID cards are dynamic, we can beam your profile picture directly to it." Felicia said with enthusiasm. Felicia went behind the desk and was standing right in front of the wood paneled wall that covered the entire shack. She placed her hand on the wood paneling it scanned her hand, and then the paneling slid upwards to reveal an elevator that could only go down from here. Felicia motioned Masun to come into the elevator. Inside the elevator was a hand biometrics scanner as well as a series of physical buttons to go down to certain floors which went all the way down to b66. Felicia scanned her hand and tapped a few buttons on the scanner and motioned Masun to place his hand on the scanner as well.

" Now you are in the system as an Area 51 Agent. Welcome aboard Masun Murray." Felicia said. 

She pushed the button for b1, the elevator droned on downward for about three minutes. They had to have descended more than three hundred feet by now. Before the elevator stopped on the first floor, Felicia got a phone call. Masun wasn't paying attention, but she sounded a bit frantic. "I have a meeting to attend, I wish I could show you around, but the only two floors you will be using are this one and b2 which is the living quarters. Make yourself at home" She said as she stepped out, "because this is your home now." Felicia went through the security checkpoint and was gone. 

Masun stepped out of the elevator into a brightly lit room which seemed to be a security checkpoint. There were two heavily armed soldiers guarding the door into the main area. Masun stepped over to the door with the two guards standing on each side of it. He swiped his card and placed his hand on the scanner, and walked into a massive room. It was a well lit, carpeted lobby area. There were various couches and recliners to sit down on, and a television hanging in front of every one. Masun turned back around towards the door he came in and saw a large map on the wall next to the door.

 

 

Masun looked around the lobby area for a minibar, and he found one embedded into the wall. He made himself another Long Island Iced Tea and found a nice leather recliner to sit down in. 

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Edited January 6, 2015 by Samurshy

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

Life. Mine will be short, or at least short than a Were, or a vampire. Perfectly normal by human standards, which I still technically qualify into. People spend years dabbling into its meaning, and yet come short of anything meaningful. Perhaps life was never really meant to mean anything. Some random gene glitch gave me the powers I currently possess, and an aptitude to learn more. By some standards, you could slap me into some tights and a cape and call me a super hero. But who really wants to wear all that plastic? ahh, I believe that beep is the door-guards reminder that I have nightly studies. And to wake up. These were the thoughts running through Samantha's head as she gazed at the star-map. The starmap was actually just a little plastic covering over a projector light pointed at the ceiling. She had requested it sometime between the mesh of time that was when she was picked up for this 'job,' and now. Funny, I thought I would keep time with it...

 

The door on locked as a groggy-looking male, lightly armed, motioned her out, "And study this time Samantha. The boss gets... well, he gets pretty pissed. And then he reports to his boss, an so forth. For my sake?"

"No worries Zac!" she pats his shoulder, "This week I'm ahead of my studies!"

"Yeah, and you said that last week."

"At least I didn't fall asleep at the door with a p-"

"You said we wouldn't talk about that anymore!" he says hurriedly, in a hushed tone. She winks and waves him off, headed towards the commons. Time to see what was going on in the world. After all, she hadn't really had many field missions. Meaning, moonlit strolls. Before she turned the corner, however, Zac stopped her. "Hey, wait a moment. Apparently, you've got mail."

"Huh?" she walked back to the door, which had a wall-mounted computer-lock. It was useful for a lot of things, but it also kept her familiar belongings all locked up and safe behind a presumabley uncrackable decription. Though, as with all things, that didn't mean one-hundred-percent safe.

 

>To: Dossier Zac Dragonov (Actual name can't be spelled)

>CC: Samantha Raelyn

>Subject: Reassignment

>Encription: Blue

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Attention Agents:

    This message is to inform you that you have been reassigned to Area 51. Your ride will arrive in two hours. Note that all magical possessions assigned to this facility will be <REPEALED BY DIRECTOR>. Your belongings must fit in a <REPEALED BY DIRECTOR>. This assignment will be  PERMANENT  until further notice. Please note that this means that this is your last hour on OPERATIVE TRAINING BASE ONE. Please pack any and all personal belongings. Any left belongings will be <REDACTED>.

 

Be ready in 1 hour.

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"Well Zac, I guess that means you've got an hour to get your scales collected. I've gotta pack."

"Scales? I don't shed scales in this form!" he replies indignantly.

 

"And you expect me to believe that you leave yourself in 'this form,'" she asks in a slightly mocking tone. "Come on. I need my door guard to protect me from the idiots who thing I plant wheat." Zac sighs and lumbers off, while Sam turns back into her room. Pulling open a door to reveal her closet, she pulled out her suitcase and started packing. Her clothes, of course. Emergency money. Journal, check. Lunar Tome, check. Ceremonial robes.... unfortunate check. Assorted items to make the new room feel like home? Double check. And, of course, her little light. Carefully taken apart and put back into the box, she slid it safely under some clothes. No need for the ride to break the light.

 

All ready to go, she met up with Zac and was rushed quickly into a tinted SUV. She noted, with a certain amount of euphoria, that it was indeed night time. This meant two things: One, she felt energy and connection rush back into her bones as her power source found it's tiny, lonely follower, and two-they could take the fast plane. Within another hour, they would be in Arizona... or wherever Area 51 was. That wasn't the news she followed anyway.

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Even with one of the fastest passenger planes on the planet, it couldn't compare to the fast plane. Which is why it mildly confused her when the Agency stuck a dragon posing as a human, and a mage connected to the night, into a regular old airplane. Sure, they'd gotten Silver class, which was better than Economy, but wasn't this whole thing supposed to be an illustrious but secretive schtick? The music on the speakers was not her favored Beethoven, or Motzart. It wasn't Avril Lavigne, either. Not Evanescence. Not even the Black Eyed Peas. In fact, it sounded like it was all by 'unlicensed local artist, according to the excessively dim screen. And to top it all off, it was all twangy country, and grungy rock. Suppressing a groan, she opted out of it and resolved to stare at the sky with her thoughts. 

 

So many places on this Earth. So many places, and I'm among the small number of Lunar Mages left. According to my studies, we lost-beat out hard-style by our supposed brothers of the Solar Sect. Probably because they were more appealing to a more normal audience. I mean, it's hard to garner allies when you're sleeping scheduled is the exact opposite of theirs. A bloody battle anyway, in some unfathomable pre-history. And hey cut us down to a point that I could be likened to some rare or precious artifact, down to the point where I could be 'hired' to be preserved. Lovely. Doesn't make it easier to learn my magic though.

 

At that point, she had to concentrate on controlling the random sparks of energy to ensure the safety of the flight, and her person. She took some suppressants, with a side-affect of drowziness, and fell asleep for the rest of the flight.

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When she awoke, it was still night. Or at least, nigh again. The black-tinted window had fogged up, leaving a mark where her now-cold cheek had been only moments ago. Night time in a desert. Cold, but not unfeeling. Perhaps if someone asked, her energy would fill them with warmth... Another sigh. To many in the last few hours. She was already missing "home". The gate was unassuming. The tech inside was not. Fortunately, having already been through her regularly scheduled ID update, the elevator ride was easy. Zac, however, had not. It's hard to remember when your older than a century, he would say. That, and the human form they used for his ID hadn't changed in the ten-ish years Sam had known the dragon. She slid her ID and rode the elevator down, shaking off the suppressant. She shuddered, glad she was alone in the elevator as the silver-light of her magic burst out of her and dispersed. An uncommon, but non-threatening side effect of the suppressant. On some people, it interfered with the natural flow of magic in the body-essentially their energy, which the Chinese had been known to call Chi, though the two weren't quite the same. Still, they operated similarly enough that it enhanced one's understanding. An unbalance in this energy could cause some quite serious consequences, but the drug (at least this version) was nowhere near strong enough. It didn't even lock the powers away. That being said, she was glad to have shaken it. With a sigh, she stepped out and showed the guard her ID behind a youngish man who smelled like a bar. Shaking fanciful images of her assumptions of this man's night from her mind, she went to find her new living quarters and 'set up shop'.

Edited January 6, 2015 by Octavia's Bow

[Chickey 383]

Charles had been driving his Range Rover for what felt like a day now since the airport. At this point he was surviving on pure adrenaline and caffeine. Thankfully the map on his smartphone attached to the dashboard was saying he was getting close now. The Stranglers - Golden Brown was playing on the radio as he drove into what appeared to be an airport complex. Charles happily sang along like a pro as he made a few turns. "Golden brown, texture like sun. Lays me down, with my mind she runs. Throughout the night, no need to fight. Neeever a frown, with golden brown." He saw a small white building in the distance and drove up. The GPS App interrupted his thought process with the robotic. "You have arrived at your destination" 

 

Charles parked outside and turned off the car. He batted at two fuzzy dice on his rear view mirror and still sang along with himself even without the music. He got out and walked over to the back of the car. "Every time just like the last. On her ship tied to the mast. To distant lands. Takes both my hands. Never a frrooown, with golden brown."  Charles popped the back door open and began to open a multitude of cases and storage containers. He grabbed a army green rifle sized duffle bag and slung it around his back by a sling, he holstered his revolver, and then sheathed his Bowie knife. By definition, Charles was now war ready.

 

He pocketed a bit of ammunition and closed the door. Charles grabbed his phone from the front of the car and then locked the vehicle and walked over to the door. He prepared himself with a sigh and then opened the door, but only saw a single old woman typing away. He hummed and slowly walked over to the elevator. Charles typed in the orders he remembered from a message on his phone earlier and took it downstairs. The transfer message he received wasn't something he was all too excited about doing, however he always did like a good adventure so he tried to keep himself open-minded.  

 

After a bit of waiting he finally arrived. With a ding the elevator opened and his trip was finally completed. Charles stepped out of the elevator and looked around. He appeared to be one of the first people to arrive besides the man setting on the recliner. "Well... this is quite the welcoming party" Charles joked sarcastically for small-talk as he made his way over to a couch and sat down. "I gotta say though mate, I was really hoping for a cake." He continued.

[Samurshy 708]

Masun looked over at the Australian man who sat down in a couch next to him.

"No cake. But if it is refreshments you are looking for, there are plenty of different alcohols to choose from." Masun said as he took a sip of his drink as a sort of gesture to show that there is, indeed, alcohol.

Masun was still in his casino suit, and it felt kind of dingy. He realized that he didn't bring anymore attire and wondered if there was anything to wear down in his assigned living quarters. Though, Director Davis never really told Masun what room he would be staying in. So he guessed they would have name placards on them. Masun was contemplating going down to see his living quarters, but he was comfortable sitting where he was, watching some sort of Liam Neeson movie that was playing on the TV.

[Glaceon 793]

Lenaria smiled a bit as she entered the small building.
She was carried with her a large and heavy looking black leather bag and wore a black long sleeved blouse with a white undershirt and a matching black skirt.
After a dull 14 hour flight and another 1 hour of driving towards the base from the airport; she was relieved to finally be here. She was told her previous ID card would be accepted here.
Lenaria followed the instructions given to her and put her palm on the wall. After a short moment the ding of an elevator arriving could be heard and she stepped into it.
After a few minutes the elevator doors opened, and Lenaria found herself looking at what would be her new home.
She stepped out of the elevator as it closed behind her.
She observed the two men near the entrance from the corner of her eye as she quickly studied and memorize the map of the area. One of them was obviously asian; probably Japanese. The other she guessed was probably from the Oceania region; either from Australia or New Zealand.
Lenaria remained quiet as she sat down on a chair across the hall to Charles.

[Chickey 383]

Charles thought for a moment before speaking. "Well there better be a bloody coffee machine too or I'll pass out on some of these missions. I even brought my favorite mug with me..." Charles added. He noticed Lenaria off in the distance and gave a wave. "G'day mate. I hope you didn't come for cake too or you'll be disappointed. Turns out there isn't any. I'm not sure which bogan runs the American division but they clearly forgot the importance of first impressions" He said as serious as he could as a joke before turning to the Tv for a few moments and then back to Masun. "So you got a name? Unless you want me to call you a bogan too?"

[Glaceon 793]

Lenaria turned to Charles. "I'm sure you can get some cake if you'd for it correctly." She replied to Charles. After a moment of pause she turned back to both Charles and Masun. "I assume you two are here for the same reasons. It seems like Area 51 has asked for a transfer of forces. How about we all introduce ourselves? I'm Lenaria Sarris." Lenaria noticed the Asian man was drinking quite a bit, but she made no comment.

[Samurshy 708]

"Konnichiwa watashi wa sumisu Masun desu. (Hello, my name is Masun)" Masun said as he took another sip of his drink. He didn't feel much like talking, and something about his native language seemed much easier to speak when he was feeling lazy. Masun went back to watching the Liam Neeson movie that he now realized was Taken 2.

[Chickey 383]

Charles stared for a few moments as his brain tried to decipher what he said. It definitely sounded Japanese based on what he heard on his own trips to Japan, but he didn't come in contact with the people enough to be familiar with the language. Though he did hear that phrase before to know what it meant. In order to get a laugh he attempted to be as wrong as possible now to see what Masun would do. "Say there... Konnichiwa, you don't happen to be one of those... uhhhh... what do they call em..." Charles started as he snapped his fingers and tried to remember. "Ah! You aren't one of those weeb people from the computers I hear about are ya mate? With the tentacles and the cartoons and stuff?" He asked, a small grin on his face. At this point he was just trying to be intentionally stupid. "I mean, whatever floats ya boat. Good on ya for liking what ya like mate. Not exactly my cup of coffee personally. I'm a simple man... I like cake." He finished. 

 

"Though back to brass tacks. My name's Charles Wallasey Foss. Charlie, Wallace, Wallaby, Foss, Sir Chärles Von Fossberg, Mr. Foss, DJ Fozz and Foss-chan are all applicable.  But Charles tends to work the best. You can even call me Suzy if ya like."

Edited January 6, 2015 by Chickey

[Glaceon 793]

((OOC Disclaimer: I do not know how to speak Japanese and I am simply using a book to help translate.))

Lenaria smiled a bit at Charles' reaction. "His name is Masun, Charles."
Lenaria then turned to Masun. "Watashi no namae wa Lenaria desu. Yoroshiku." She replied in perfect Japanese.
"Anyway, where are all of you people from? I assume Masun is from Japan and you are from somewhere in the Oceania region, Charles?" She added switching back to English.
 

[Chickey 383]

"Ahhhh well that makes more sense... Konnichiwa seemed more like a girls name mate." He continued his facade before with a chuckle and turned to Lenaria. "Bingo, very perceptive, I'm impressed. But then again most people get that impression of me rather quick due to the accent... I hail from Jabiru, Northern Australia." He clarified. "I travel a lot though, my goal is to see as much of the world as possible. Can't say this has been my first time to America. But I can say this will be my first extended stay." 

Edited January 6, 2015 by Chickey

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

Having gotten her things squared away (and shot Zac the room location), Sam changed into her robes. An unfortunate custom of magic. I seem to need to brand myself magical. Zac never has to wear robes... She smiled at a remembered conversation about racism, though more because the dragon had been actively telling jokes. It had come to her attention a while back that such memories were hard to explain to others. It's hard to tell people the closest thing you have to a brother is a dragon.

 

Her thoughts were interupted by a stray something under her feet, causing her to trip. With a sigh, she realized she'd thought into the stairs. Wonderful. Well, at least nobody was here to see that. She brushed off her robes and proceeded upstairs to the commons. She frowned when she found it occupied, and put her hood up. Sun is on the upswing. I don't wanna deal with people while I'm tired. She sat in a couch as far away as possible to watch some television.

[Glaceon 793]

Lenaria noticed a hooded lady make her way past the group and took a seat at the very end of the room. It was obvious that she did not want to talk, so Lenaria didn't bother her.
Though from the look of her odd get up she was obviously one of those people would call 'gifted'. Lenaria imagined what could the robes be for, but after a while she went back to her own business.
Lenaria took the time to fix her hair and make sure it was tidy while she looked through the various available television programs.

[Concerto Dusk 240]

(Wow, I fell behind. Now for my intro.)

 

Sitting on a plane to Nevada, a twenty something year old man is leaning back, apparently sleeping. In truth, he is anything but, he is deep in thought as to why he is working for someone who was his enemy just a few decades ago.

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Having just finished his latest job for Area 14, the Kitsune was in the form of middle aged man at the bar. Drinking more than most humans would be able to, but not as much as some creatures he has seen. Then again, he has seen more than most humans ever will. Sitting at the bar he plays with a pendant he always wears, the shape of a five tailed fox visible.

 

After his little recreational activities, as he would put it, he heads out and around back. There, he plans to change to his true form and fly back to the base. As he gets to the back, he sees a women and a man Standing there, as if waiting for him. The women Japanese and the man appearing to be American.

 

Having seen him, they step forward, the man reaching for his weapon. Knowing who the women was, Otonashi just watches them. "What the hell do you want? And why is he here?" He asks, in an annoyed tone.

 

"We are here to recruit you to your new assignment peacefully. I know your opinion on the Americans, but they need agents, so you got chosen. You can go willingly and not let the past hinder your abilities, or we can shove you in a crate. Take your pick." The man smiles mockingly at Otonashi, thinking he won a perfect victory.

 

"Very well, only because you asked. As for him, I am going to have to say he isn't traveling with me. And don't worry about me causing trouble, everything deserves a second chance. Even if I hate them." Get transforms and flies off.

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"What the hell am I doing? These guys nuked my home, and now I have to help them? What a load of crap." After landing he immediately walks out of the airport and sees the obvious Area car. Sliding into the back, he ignores the looks in the Mirror that he is receiving, probably due to the fact that his file doesn't have a real picture on his files. Arriving at the base,.going through the usual security measures entailed in showing up at an Area. Finally getting through with it, he shifts his form back to his true form as he walks up to the guarded door, seeing a few people inside already. "More recruits I guess." He says sickened.

Edited January 6, 2015 by Concerto Dusk

[Samurshy 708]

"Very funny, Crocodile Dundee." Masun said, as he pushed a few strands of his blue bangs out of his eyes. "It's quite presumptuous of you to make a lighthearted joke like that to a man you have never met. Had I been an angry man, I might have taken offense and attempt to get revenge of some sort." Masun paused to drink the rest of his drink. He placed the empty glass on the table to his right. "All I am saying, is that you might want to be cautious in the future. Apparently there are all sorts of monsters and demons living here. Wouldn't want to upset one by accident. Right, mate? Or is it, perhaps, that you feel the utmost confidence in your skill set, that you are willing to make such jokes because you feel that you are strong enough to defend against any threat? Or maybe you feel as though, since we are all in the same Area that no one would dare attack their comrade? In either case, be wary. Nothing is infallible, and no one is truly here for their comrades, everyone has their own agenda."

Masun turned to Lenaria surprised that she spoke Japanese perfectly, as she didn't look Japanese at all. "Yes, my name is Masun, Masun Murray if we are telling our full names." Masun intentionally left out his middle name, because he didn't think it was relevant.

Edited January 6, 2015 by Samurshy

[Chickey 383]

Charles gave a laugh. "Crocodile Dundee... Can't say it's the most original, but still a good one none the less mate." He started, still sounding rather carefree. "But I already knew you can't just be an angry man there. You're a drinker mate, and you have been drinkin' all night. I don't know bout you, but angry drunk men trying to get revenge over a joke don't scare me much in this situation." He explained, now looking up at the movie as he talked. "So... now we come to the next question. How confident am I with my abilities? I think I can say I'm comfortable enough to not walk on eggshells the entire time I'm talking to one." Charles finished. "Thanks for lookin' out for me mate. Since you were so generous I think I'll extend you a similar question. How confident are you in your own abilities with all that booze in your system?"

[Samurshy 708]

"With my certain archetype, alcohol doesn't affect me nearly as much, as say, a normal human. And, if we take into account the fact that I have quite the experience with drinking, I know my limits when it comes to alcohol. Though, if you don't believe me, would you rather have a demonstration?" Masun replied.

Masun extended his right arm in front of himself and clenched his fist as if he was grasping something in mid air. After a second or two black energy collected around where he was grasping until a katana and its sheath was fully conjured into his hand. Masun reached into his suit and pulled out a matchbook he get from the Rabbit's Foot Casino and threw it up ten feet in the air.  Masun then drew his katana, then he made a few slight articulated wrist gestures and then swiftly placed the katana back into his sheath. Masun released the grip on his katana and it faded away back to wherever it came from. The intact matches all fell down onto the long coffee table in front of Masun's chair in such a way that they created a teepee shape as each match leaned on top of one another for support. Masun did this all while sitting down, he reached down and pulled the leaver on his recliner to extend the leg rest and recline the chair, propping his legs up.

Edited January 7, 2015 by Samurshy

[Chickey 383]

Charles turned his attention away from the TV and over to Masun. He sat back and watched, looking genuinely entertained. As soon as the matchsticks fell into place he started clapping. "Well that clears that up don't it?" He commented with a grin and a slight laugh. "I've got a proposal mate, If I'm Crocodile Dundee you're Matchstick Murray? To think we're only a few minutes in and we already have bloody codenames. Now that's progress If I've ever seen it." Charles said in a serious tone before looking over to Lenaria. "Since me and my new best friend here are hitting it off so well, how about you show us what you can do?" He asked.

Edited January 7, 2015 by Chickey

[Concerto Dusk 240]

Walking into the room, Otonashi watches the display with the matches. "Very nice swordsmanship. Quite a display but, should you really be showing off like this?" Shifting the look like Masun. "But, if we are going to show off, shouldn't we all? And dude, what's with this suit? Seriously, why did I pick you to copy. Then again, I could change to someone else, but this could be a good way to screw with the guards." Sitting opposite Masun, he looks at him, " What's your name friend? I am willing to bet the name you say isn't your original, but that doesn't matter."

[Glaceon 793]

Lenaria muted the TV and turned to Charles. "Watch." She told him as she turned to the nearest Area guard passing by. "Hey." She called as she gestured towards the guard. As the guard turned to glance at what caught his attention; Lenaria spoke.
"Now, come over here." She asked the guard, her tone of voice different from her usual tone; it had an enchanting allure to it. Anyone within earshot would get a slight urge to heed the command of Lenaria's voice, but to the guard the established eye-contact had amplified the effect to a far greater extent. 
The guard walked toward Lenaria and stopped right in front of her. "Good. Now listen here; I want you to get your cuffs and cuff yourself to the table next to me. Afterwards throw the key to your handcuffs to that man over there." Lenaria commanded the guard as she pointed to Charles; her voice still layered with magic.
The guard helplessly nodded and did as instructed. Cuffing himself and throwing the keys to Charles.
"Now you will not remember how you arrived in this position, but you will not be angry or confused. You will accept that you are handcuffed to this table and not question how you ended up at this situation. Then you will ask that man very nicely for the keys to the cuffs, so you can return to your normal duties." As Lenaria finished her command the guard seemed to snap out of the trance.

He attempted to stand but realized he was cuffed to the table. The guard immediately turned to Charles. "May I please have the keys to my handcuffs, sir?" He asked sounding a bit puzzled.

Lenaria turned to Charles and gestured for him to give the guard the keys to the handcuffs.

Lenaria noticed Otonashi a bit late as he began to speak to Masun. She waited for Masun's reply.

Edited January 7, 2015 by Glaceon

[Samurshy 708]

"A kitsune, huh? Anata wa, eria 14 kara koko ni tensō shimashita? (translation: Did you transfer here from Area 14?)" Masun asked, testing the Kitsune to see if he spoke Japanese.

Masun watched the woman place a guard into a hypnotic like state. Masun felt the familiar small feeling of inclination that hypnotic suggestion made, but his vampiric nature fought against it. If Masun was at full power, the feeling would be considerably less, but as he hadn't drank very much blood as of recent, (he barely drank anything from the unconscious escort in his hotel room), he was more susceptible to everything. 

Edited January 8, 2015 by Samurshy

[Azura 1,107]

Auria was a killer, a murderer, and an absolute monster, or that's what she thought. There was just so much going on in her life. First a group called Area takes her in knowing that she wasn't completely human and two years later she gets sent over to Area 51 which was in USA. Auria didn't even bother reading the letter she received from the higher-ups, but she knew she had to go, and she couldn't escape because she knew they would just find her. "I guess I don't have a choice.." She mumbled as she took the MTR all the way over to the airport and got off with a small luggage and a backpack. Area provided her the money for a ticket, since she couldn't really afford it herself.

 

Eventually she got on the plane, where she was told that the ride was going to take around twelves hours. Surprisingly enough, the ticket was actually a seat in the first-class section, so that was a plus. It was her first time she got to ride in first class, but it didn't really matter to her. She sat down and tried to relax, but the thoughts of what kind of people she would meet and how she would get judged by others when she arrived worried her. It wasn't a big deal but it felt like it was everything to Auria. Her disorder doesn't help either. She groaned in frustration as she covered herself with her hoodie and fell asleep before the plane even took off because it was night time in Hong Kong and she was quite the sleeper, having the ability to fall asleep within minutes.

 

The plane landed quite smoothly and before you know it, everyone started to get off the plane in a hurry. She was woken up by the noise of others chatting off on their phone, so Auria grabbed her belongings and got off the plane. Her stomach growled as she headed out the gates, which isn't a good sign. She was starving since she didn't eat anything on the flight, and normal human food just wouldn't cut it. Auria needed flesh or else she would go insane. She held it in and left the airport. Auria spotted a recognizable Area car, so she got in without saying a single word as they headed towards Area 51. One of the agents handed her an ID card with her name on it, so she pocketed it. The car was going quite fast, but maybe it was because Auria was acting quite threatening, like a lion who was about to devour its prey.

 

Before she knew it, the car came to a halt so she got off and headed through the entrance. The thought of having to eat herself to satisfy her hunger sent a shiver down her spine, but she might just have to since she looked half dead, which isn't that surprising. Auria looked around and spotted the elevator, so she went over and swiped her card before she entered since that's what all the cool kids do nowadays. *Beep* went the card scanner as she entered the elevator and went down. With her ID card still in her right hand, she exited the elevator and flashed it at the guards before putting it back into her pocket. Her hoodie was pretty much casting a shadow across her face so it was hard to see how she looked like, but it was definitely a girl from the way she was dressed.

 

Auria spotted a group of people near the bar, but she didn't want to approach them because she looked awful, and it would give everyone a bad impression of her if they saw how she looked like right now. She headed to the toilet on the left and looked in the mirror. "Gosh, I look awful.. Aaah, whatever.." She said as she bit into her left arm and took a chunk of meat off herself. Even though she could regenerate it, it was definitely going to leave a scar behind for many years to come. It was the first time she has ever consumed her own flesh, but it wasn't that bad since she was half human after all. Auria felt relieved from hunger, but she was kind of disgusted that she are herself. Luckily, within a minute, the wound regenerated enough to stop the bleeding. "I feel better already!" She said cheerfully with relief as she washed the blood off her hands and headed out of the toilet.

 

She saw a girl with a cloak watching TV, and she was sitting quite far from the others. Auria didn't know if she should approach her or the others, but she followed her gut and approached her instead of the people chatting away at the minibar. Auria sat down on the same couch the other girl was sitting on and said "They look like they're getting along with each other quite well." referring to the others gathered around the minibar. Auria wasn't making any eye contact with her since she seems quite tired from what it looked like to her. "So, where are you from?" Auria asked as she tries to spark some sort of conversation.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

@@Azura, 

 

Sam looked at the other girl from under her hood. The humanoid next to her wore a hoodie that covered most of her features, reminding her a bit of Left 4 Dead. While an undead wouldn't be unheard of- oh... There's a bit of blood on her sleeve. It's not spreading, so she's not currently bleading... but... "Midwest training facility. Are you hurt miss? You've got a little bit of blood on your sleeve." Sam proceeded to take off her own hood to give the newcomer a tired smile. The darkening bags under her eyes making it clear that she was forcing herself awake. "They've been-*Yawn* yammering on like that for a few minutes now. Can't really handle a crowd while the sun's up, but uhhh..." She leans in as if to check the arm, then stops, "May I?"

[Chickey 383]

Charles twirled the key in between his fingers as Lenaria worked her magic. The revelation of what she was came to him as soon as he felt the inclination to do the same that the guard was doing. Siren He thought, taking a mental note. He stopped twirling the key and flicked it over to the guard with a entertained expression on his face. "Very impressive mate, I'll have to call you Silvertongue Sarris." He said as he leaned back in his chair. He looked around, adjusting his sunglasses and taking a few moments to think to himself. Matchstick Murray here isn't human from what he said, enhanced reflexes and red eyes lead to likelihood of being a bloody vampire. But can't be sure yet. Silvertongue Sarris has to be a Siren. And the doppleganger says he's a Kitsune... He thought before looking at the people sitting across the room. I couldn't faintly smell blood in the room until Hoody showed up. Human like blood from the smell of it too. And since Robecape is taking an interest on her arm it seems it's definitely her. Robecape seems to be the sleepy type, but not sure about anything else besides that. Robes are usually magical though. Goin' to need some more info for them. He finished thinking, turning back to Masun, Otonashi and Lenaria. 

Edited January 8, 2015 by Chickey

[Azura 1,107]

@@Octavia's Bow,

Auria glanced at her when she took off her hood. You could see how sleepy she was from the way she talked and the bags under her eyes. When Sam asked her if she was hurt, she looked at her own arm and noticed that there was a bit of blood left from what happened before. "Oh, it's not a big deal." She smiled in return. Auria rolled up her sleeve and showed it to her when she asked if she could take a closer look at it. There were bite marks and a different color to it, which was a bit paler than her skin tone, though it should fade off in time. "Name's Auria, what about you?"