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[attr="class","nox"]EXT. MIDDLE OF NOWHERE — DAYS EARLIER[break][break]

NOX (31) a blue-furred devil stood in a nondescript area. He tosses one of his blades into the air and catches it. Over and over again. His goldenrod eyes dart from side to side, only glancing at the blade. There’s a fresh track of footsteps next to him.[break][break]

A mischievous, self-assured smirk crosses his face.[break][break]

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Can’t wait to get started.

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EXT. [REDACTED LOCATION] — NIGHT [break][break]

The crescent moon hangs above the sky. [break][break]

There’s an otherworldly door, slightly ajar. When you look inside it stares back. Congratulations, if you were one of the lucky few to receive THE MESSAGE. Perhaps through formal request per your occupation, perhaps through carrier pigeon, perhaps through smoke signals. Those who received the message would have been provided with coordinates that guided them to this location. Only the brave dare to enter. [break][break]

The message reads:[break][break]

The future of this country will be decided tonight, attend if you wish to participate in it. [break][break]

Someone steps into the door. The world melts away around them. [break][break]

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INT. [REDACTED LOCATION] — NIGHT [break][break]

On the other side is an empty building whose interior does not match any of the adjacent buildings of the door. When they look back they’ll see the same gate staring back at them, but… it’s different.[break][break]

Standing just out the door is a blue-furred devil. He’s holding his hand against the bridge of his nose. There are a few people mulling their thoughts. Tension’s high but the chattering persists. [break][break]

NOX[break]
Y’know what’d be fun? The quiet game.[break][break]

CRIMINAL #1[break]
You were all laughs earlier…[break][break]

NOX[break]
Holding the door gives me a headache. If I didn’t risk puking my guts out, I'd give some gab.[break][break]

CRIMINAL #1[break]
Oh. Don’t get it on my shoes.

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Nox opens his mouth slightly, readying two fingers. [break][break]

NOX[break]
Then step away, buddy. Because your shoes are in the blast radius.

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The no-named criminal steps away.[break][break]

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I’ll give it ten minutes…

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Note: This is a villain-only event pitched by Blah and approved by staff that nets you 500 exp for participating. Let's cause some problems, woo.

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[Rui Matsui]

''Ay ay!! Are you sick bestie? I'll totes patch you up free of charge unless you wanna vom for the bit! If you do, let me get in on video!'' What a coincidence! Another devil, this one a young woman with pointy horns and piercing eyes walked right up to Nox the chivalrous door holder. She was wearing frayed witch's robes with a small pouch attached to her hip, only concealing her true identity with a black facemask. To those who hadn't heard about her, which was probably most of the people that were going to show up today, she could easily be mistaken for an amateur cosplayer.

''Anyway, aren't you totes stoked to see what this is all about? I haven't received an invite like this in ages! ~'' Bubbly as she was she was also getting ahead of herself. ''I'm Mummy BTW! What's your name bestie? Gimme like, the real one or the business one I don't care either way! I can also just call you bestie if you want!! That reminds me my friends are going to be here soon! Oh my gosh you should totes say hi to like, all of them they're so cool and would totally dig your fit! All I'm seeing here is flames BTW you look fire!'' With no one else to go socialize with for the time being, it was clear that Rui had glued herself to Nox and was trying to trap him in a lengthy conversation about nothing in particular.

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[Taro Yamada]

GAME ON!

HP: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰100/100

The Message. Yeah, Taro was able to get one of those. Well. In truth, the gang leader of the season who hired him was the one who got The Message. They were paranoid about their own safety though- have too many unsavoury folks under the same roof and a fight was sure to break out. Someone will probably die.

So it seemed natural to send in someone who just comes back whenever he does.

The digital entity was sent in to scout the joint and report back the discussions had. Very different from his usual jobs, especially when he's not allowed to break anything in this one. No EXP quest. Bummer.

But he was promised a bigger role in the next one should he succeed, which meant more things to break. Less of a bummer.

So Taro was one of the first to arrive, situating himself upside-down on one of the exposed beams in the ceiling. Gotta love never having the case of nausea. He would just casually wave at the guests from there as they filed in through the magic door, waiting for the presentation or whatever else it was going to be to start.

₦ØӾ Rui Matsui

[kanna]

"Yo Yo Yo! Yag-yo is here!" Yagyo bounded up to the door, pausing to throw spike-tipped arms in the direction of the door holder on each 'Yo' - including the one in their chosen name as villain. Entirely concealed in a full body costume, Yagyo was vaguely around five feet tall and the costume in question was blue and white with purple spots and big ears and a floppy tail. And to make it completely, unmistakeably clear that it was a costume there was a big fat zipper on the front.

Yet with how weird quirks were, who could say if Yagyo really was wearing a costume or not?

"I got the message!" Yagyo declared before taking note of Rui, throwing both arms up overhead in a mix of surprise and delight. "You got a message too, huh? Now I know it'll be fun!" Yagyo held one arm forward in what was probably a thumbs up, but the hands of the costume made it kinda hard to tell for sure.

Settling down for a bit, Yagyo was going to join Rui in pestering Nox, nodding along and adding random interjections here and there. Inside the suit, though, Kanna wasn't sure how she felt! She hadn't had this kind of big villainy meetup before, didn't know what they had planned. Would it actually be fun, or would it be really not fun? Would it be some kind of trap by the cops? She had no idea and even though she was determined to enjoy herself and see what adventures she could get into, she couldn't help but feel a little spooked all the same.

[Kushiki Kioko]

I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP

AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP

Foolish.

A single word to encapsulate the idea of summoning Tokyo’s underworld to a centralized location. Whether it be from interpersonal conflict from the combination of strong personalities and the lack of both morals and often intelligence or the possibility of being corralled into one place for a raid from rivals or the so-called authorities outside the fractured collective of criminals, the potential consequences of meeting were daunting. Yet Kioko still answered the call to assemble.

It was not because they were her people. Far from it. They were, however, her clientele. The people whose blood money kept her from sleeping on the streets. Again. From heiress to homeless to homicidal in less than three years. Now she was one of the few that sat atop the black market tech industry in Tokyo. Fitting given the throne that had been usurped from her by her uncle.

All silver and shadow in her appearance, the Villain known as Meliora descended silently upon the designated meeting point. She swept past with long-legged strides and icy eyes meant to wither those caught in her metallic gaze behind the mercury forged mask adorning her face. Past those that seemed to be children playing pretend. Past the devilish doorman. Past all the trivialities. Monolithic stature and malice emanating from within the woman made their mark in keeping the lowest of miscreants away as the Silver Serpent took her place among, but aloof from, the crowd to wait for the guillotine of tension to snap and clear away the mystery of why their various presences had been requested.

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[Umeko Matsui]

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[attr="class","carvetext"]An invitation? Last one to bed, last one to rise as usual for Ume as she sat at the table listening to her siblings discuss some sort of invitation they had received. How they were able to track them down was beyond her and not more important than the bowl...well if you could call it a bowl since it was the size of a wok and filled to the brim with cereal. She munched loudly as Lili and Rui both discussed with her eldest sibling being more skeptical and her middle sibling was willing to throw caution to the wind and just go. It seemed that neither would budge and Rui was...well she wasn't the strongest of the siblings that was for sure. Taking a large gulp, swallowing most of the cereal whole she spoke up "I'll go. To protect nee-san when she gets in trouble." despite her sister's yammering she pushed herself away from the table and pulled out her phone to text Yagyo. The more people in their corner the better if they were walking into a trap and with Lili refusing as didn't trust it Yagyo was the only other person she knew who was trustworthy.


Showering as she had basically just woken up she cleaned up and when she went to go meet Rui she discovered that she had already left. Exactly what always happened since she was in a rush and probably was up at the ass crack of dawn as usual. With a yawn Ume was about to leave when Lili stopped her, suggesting that she should probably put some effort into hiding her appearance slightly in case it was a trap. She definitely did not care if people knew who she was most problems could be solved by eating but since she had Rui with her this time around and Lili was the smart one perhaps not the worst idea.

In her closet, she pulled out the hanya mask she wore during her siblings' crime sprees, a kasa hat to hide her obvious horns, sunglasses so she could seem tough, and wore an oversized black hoodie. Following the directions after leaving their place arrived at the abandoned building. Seemed unremarkable and seedy enough that maybe it wasn't a trap like Lili said. Wasn't very hard to find his sister as she was talking someone's ear off so Ume approached her and tugged on her robe to get her attention and began to pull her away from Nox "We need to go inside." she gave a nod to Nox before waving to get Yagyos attention as she dragged her sister off anticipating resistance while also recognizing that there wasn't much Rui could do about it.

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A terrifying presence had entered the room…[break][break]

No one could possibly pinpoint when it had happened, but sooner than later, they would all feel it, even the devil at the door. It did not join in the childish chatter, nor did it seek to start any conversation with those who separated themselves from it. All across this dilapidated warehouse, its silence rang louder than any words. It evaded even the most serpentine glares, but all the same, its presence was palpable. Hairs standing on the back of the neck, a chill running through the spine, a cold sweat pouring down from the forehead. Something else was out there. Waiting. Watching.[break][break]

No more noticeable than a shadow on the wall or the wind howling in the night, that thing loomed over Japan’s inner enemies like a ghost. Villains. That was the name the media had gifted upon them. One could only wonder what it made of this colorful cast. Of the pair of oni chatting up their fellow demon; of that childish suit, and perhaps the horrors that lurked beneath, the boy who hung from his feet like a bat, who hung closer than most, but as blind as the rest; what would it have to say of the silver-haired serpent who failed to hide her contempt behind that mask? [break][break]

For as different as they were, these criminals all shared an immediately apparent similarity that tied them together, demons, serpents, and teddy bears alike. Age. Save for the chatterbox at the door, none of these so-called monsters looked a day over 25. Given their career choice, living long was not to be expected, even still, the entity couldn't help but wonder. Was this what kept one of the mighty Asian Tigers awake at night? Children in costumes, even if some thought theirs too ornate or too ominous to fall under that umbrella. It didn’t matter how they carried themselves, the fact of the matter was that they were no more than babes, each marching blindly to their slaughter.[break][break]

Still, the ghost that hung over the room made no move, not yet. It had not come this way for neither their blood nor their tears. For as haunting as it was, this faceless omen had been attracted by the same reason as all the others. That cryptic message. Its contents carried enough to draw even this phantom out. [break][break]

The future of this country will be decided tonight.[break][break]

That much was undeniable, even if the host dared disappoint, this thing would make sure of that. The future. Tonight, it would decide which parts of it were worth keeping, and which ones were best served with a quick end. War was coming, and it was time to draw the battle lines. Whether in chalk or blood, that had yet to be decided.

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[attr="class","Felonixtextie"]Masses gathered through the mysterious portal as an unassuming American took his place in the back of the room. Long Blonde hair draped over his shoulders as he studied the layout from his shadow-polluted corner. As one of the first through Nox’s gate, Levi had to make sure he had a good position.[break][break]

Alright, if I take that out there… Turn that on over here… Ooo, I can get at least three of them with one here! Is he standing… HE IS![break][break]

See, Levi too had received a message. One that only took the slightest deviation from the one everyone else had been presented. His was, in fact, a job. An opportunity. The chance of a lifetime to bring everyone into one room. How could he possibly say no?[break][break]

One by one, he watched the door, plotting his every option. In a room filled to the brim with expensive tech and gear, he had to do his best to conceal a smile. It’s like a fricken candy store in here…[break][break]

It didn’t take long to reach the agreed-upon time. The seconds ticked down, an absentminded clock in the back of Levi’s mind, until…[break][break]

Showtime.[break][break]

In perfect timing, the lights in the room flickered out, one by one, til none remained. For Levi, a parlor trick in trade for his left eye. Muffled muttering and gasps in the crowd from low-level lackeys slowly died out until silence fell. Next came the vocal cords as a robotic female voice from a cell in the direct center of the room broke the tension.[break][break]

**I’M SURE YOU’RE ALL WONDERING WHY YOU’VE BEEN BROUGHT HERE.**[break][break]

Another voice, from the far reaches of the room spoke out, this feminine voice sounding like that of a fruit-like device.[break][break]

**WHY YOU HAVE RECEIVED ‘THE MESSAGE’.**[break][break]

A third joined into the fray, masculine and Austrailian, yet still unable to hide its speakerphone-like quality.[break][break]

**WHY YOU HAVE BEEN BROUGHT BEYOND THE OTHERWORDLY PORTAL.**[break][break]

Soon a fourth, a fifth, a sixth voice joined the fray as nobodies in the crowd frantically reached at their seemingly sentient devices, panicking to shut them off to no avail. Levi had been hired to put on a show, he’d be a fool to let peons ruin that so easily.[break][break]

**EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU HAS A REASON**[break][break]

The cacophony of smartphone assistants grew louder in their united voices, soft drumming in the speakers ramping up slowly to add to the tension.[break][break]

**A VITAL PURPOSE**[break][break]

The drumming grew louder as nearly every cell phone in the building fell prey to CTRL.[break][break]

**A HIGHER CALLING**[break][break]

The pace of the drum beat grew louder, rhythmic, pounding away like a heart on the verge of collapse. The volume of the smart voices at its absolute limit, they finally screamed out.[break][break]

**THE FUTURE OF THIS COUNTRY WILL BE DECIDED TONIGHT**[break][break]

**LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…**[break][break]

In an instant, the drumming ceased. Silence filled the room, a single second of lingering tension as a single light illuminated the center stage. The voice of a calm, unassuming yet decidedly American male filtered through the phone of the person remaining isolated in the light.[break][break]

“unKnown.”[break][break]

Nailed it.

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She took one last look out at the crowd. Noticing that quite a few people had shown up. Honestly, she had thought that some of the big names would ditch. But no, there she was the tech goddess herself Meliora. Famed for the various gadgets and supplies she had supplied the villain world with since coming onto the scene. Clearly a tech wiz for sure, and a very bright mind at that supplying the crowd. Demon-kun in the back who was the first she contacted. Having him set up all the invitations as well as using his quirk as the gateway since the best way to make sure nobody was going to crash the party was if no one knew where the party actually was. And of course, eyepatch here who was setting the stage for her. And plenty of other faces she certainly hadn't seen yet. But she figured if Demon-kun was willing to send them out in their invite list, they were people either she was supposed to know, or that she should know.[break][break]

However, she had a cue and she knew that as the host, she had to make as dramatic an entrance as possible. Sure, she had never done something like this before. Hell, if she was actually good at her job, most people here would never have heard of her before. Maybe of the mysterious disappearances, she caused for her collection. But that's why she was so good at her job. Is that she was never caught. After all, how could she call herself unKnown if she was actually known by everyone?[break][break]

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Showtime.[break][break]

Allowing his full light show to play out, she had to admit. Eyepatch did a good job. He promised her a show. He promised her an entrance. And he was here delivering as she watched the spectacle unfold. And while there was a slight tinge of worry. What if she came out wrong? What if she tripped? What if what if what if? Slapping her cheeks once and giving them a slight red hue.[break][break]

Darkness for a moment. A singular light was cast as most certainly everyone's attention must be drawn here by now. Hell, if you didn't find that light show spectacular, well, she didn't know what else would do it. Stepping into the light she'd smile. A practiced grin that practically invited you in and radiated positivity. Forming the words she had practiced hundreds of times before.[break][break]

"Heya! It's me. unKnown. And I'm sure you're wondering why you're here today." She'd reiterate.[break][break]

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"Your talents are being underused. Wasted. And Japan is growing stale. Boring. There lacks... excitement." She'd finally say, before spreading her hands towards everyone and generating yet another wide-mouthed smile. "But that's where you come in! You see. You're either the biggest and nastiest of Japan's worst. Or you're the up-and-comers who're here to meet them. Either way, tonight is the prelude. Because we're going to change the world. And each and every one of you has the talents that are wanted for that to happen. Each of you has a part to play." She'd say with that same smile. "So tonight is the night where you go and spread your influence. Be merry. Meet as many as you can. Make your friends that will last your lifetime. We all know just how short life is." She'd say almost in jest. The people grow content with their lives under the radiance of the heroes and the branding of villains. But we, here in this room? We have the power to change that. The stage is set. The actors are gathered. And I think it's about time we put on a show. Let's hope you don't disappoint." She'd say as she'd step back out of the light. Allowing silence to finally fill the air once again as she'd rush to the side where Eyepatch was and let out a sigh. "Oh that was so scary! I'm never in the spotlight. Howdya think it went?" She'd say continuing her innocent act. A true wolf in sheep's clothing.

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[CHUCK MCCOY]

✧ RIP ✧

I was hella late again!!

I finished some hits off of the coast and then my fatass went to Costco and got a dozen chicken bakes! I got the chocolate sundae, just cause I could, and rolled up to the wicked door of the Vestibule double fisting food, a third arm with a bag of the rest. With my mask tipped slightly up so I could eat, showing off my uglyass scarred-gnarled jaw, I grinned at Satan at the door. Dripping in blue and sin, all spooky and shit. “Here ya go buddy thanks for your troubles.” I handed him one if he wanted it, then proceeded to march through the door and into the hellscape of other Villains. ‘Cept it ain’t so bad, from what I could see of my short vantage point. Put my back to the wall near the other American before he started the most insane light and voice show.

“Damn that’s crazy!” I chomped away at one chicken bake then another, whistling in awe as the voices intertwined and rumbling crescendoed by the second. Then when the super sweet chick went up, how could she be so happy in a world like ours? I nodded all the while, loudly SLURPING at the sundae. Change the world?? Talents? Part to play? Oh shit, did they invite the wrong guy? Like the other guy was hella artistic - was this one of those flash theater things? Don’t disappoint?? They definitely got the wrong guy!! I sipped, slower this time, thinking it was too late to leave now! It didn’t help I wasn’t paying attention to the full thing! When UnKnown finished her speech, I pondered my options.

I figured my wife wouldn’t want me getting chummy with all the beautiful women and demon girls and I hella wouldn’t want to either; then I couldn’t tell that the girl under the kasa hat was none other than a long lost friend. So that left me a few options. The dude hella suspended BAT-ASS crazy on a beam; the guy who oozed ancient evil incarnate, death in the flesh; Satan, if he came back through the door; and the light show host from earlier. Was I RACIST if I talked to the only other American in the room first?? Shit.

I swallowed another chicken bake whole, walking up to the suspended avatar.“Hi I’m the Zombae,” I say, reaching out a fourth arm to shake his hand from the ceiling. “IS this uh… this IS the Villain thing?? Am I in the wrong room?”

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I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP

AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP

Huntress of those deemed damned by the deposed though she was, there came a moment where balance of predator versus prey perched ever so precariously on nothing more than a proverbial knife point shifted. Primal instincts of one hunted rather than hunting overtook more conscious aspects of Kioko’s senses. The back of her neck prickled. Nostrils flared beneath the veil of metallic intricacies. Muscles tensed. Slitted eyes flitted to and fro. For all intents and purposes, she was a snake coiled to spring out and sink her fangs into whatever threat loomed over her — but there was none.

At least none that could be seen.

Absence of a visual target did nothing to quell paranoia and fear, but she could hide it well. The only obvious indicator of awareness and concern being her further reorienting to ensure that her back and at least one other side were covered by the barrier of walls. Her senses would have to be enough to cover what remained exposed and were that not enough, there was something equally as deadly to her forked tongue lying in wait behind dark painted lips.

Even those with neither senses nor sense could not ignore what came next though. The room erupted in sound even as light faltered in its wake. Kioko was quick to act. Most things in her life were as disposable to her as she had been to her family. In the darkness, silver flowed into her hand. She couldn’t assume she was fully unseen even in a total blackout and allow the mercury to flow freely into existence in shadow. Not in a world of Quirks and technology. The metal coated the additional cover of her palm before she reached for the phone on her person that had been turned into an agent for another. It was simply unacceptable.

Hydrargyrum transference between hand to device completed and in an instant crushed it beyond both repair and recognition within her pocket. Yet still Kioko could hear the faintest of sounds rising from within the miniature mercury maiden she had constructed. Her frustrations did not end there as the stage had been set for a reason and the reason revealed itself to be a speech that did not interest Kioko in the slightest aside from the call out ascribed to her through a moniker which was met through audible disapproval in the form of a hiss that in turn proved its accuracy.

The perceived offense against her combined with her own beliefs being a complete antithesis to the message delivered to the masses led to Kioko pivoting away from the makeshift stage as soon as illumination had been returned. She had no reason to remain. They would come to her for their weapons of war or they would not. It was as simple as that. Kioko neither needed or wanted friends from among society’s trash. The two she still had were baggage enough with the oaths she had to fulfill.

She would have left immediately. The push through mingling menaces eased by the fact she towered a great deal over most of them. While she was not strong, Kioko looked strong due to her stature and the aura radiating from the Quicksilver Queen was imposing enough on its own to part the soon-to-be-dead seas. They were all just nameless NPCs in someone else’s story to her. Or they would have been if Kioko had not caught sight of someone familiar. Or rather, something familiar.

A solitary individual off to the side bore an insignia on an otherwise nondescript black uniform that singled them out as a member of the Umbra Syndicate that had likely been sent as a representative on the behalf of Kioko’s uncle. Her own disguise and the low profile she had maintained upon being released from prison was sufficient enough to prevent them from recognizing her in turn. For now. Kioko stepped back into the shadows of the wall to watch and wait. Knowledge was power, after all. Especially in the hands of someone like Kioko. If she gained information about the others roaming around and making friends, then that was just a bonus.

Notes & Tags: Just lurking, so no tags again. <3

[Taro Yamada]

GAME ON!

HP: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱ 90/100

Taro was ever patient from his vantage point, eyeing the rather colourful cast of people coming in. A surprising amount of demonic-looking folk, someone in an oversized monster costume, a woman who towered above all in both height and contempt. There was also another presence that he couldn't name. He didn't have the bodily functions of standing hair nor crawling skin but there was a sudden need to be alert. Someone was lurking in the darkness, waiting for their time to strike.

But the digital entity didn't have night vision; didn't have time to really look before the room went dark and the show began.

And what a show it was! Just like that he was thoroughly distracted from the last person in hiding. The voices coming through everyone's phones? Freaking sick in Taro's eyes, even his own lit up and joined the cacophony of speakers as they announced the reason everyone was here. He took it out of his pocket and placed it on the beam so it was no longer muffled by his own clothing.

Once the opening act was finished and the host walked on stage, Taro clapped, throwing in some whistles for good measure. It made him attentive to the following speech by unKnown; of how they're going to change the world; how each of them had a part to play. And it was a good speech, very emotional and uplifting.

Though Taro couldn't help but wonder if that was it.

The meeting seemed so important from how only those of the underground were invited. The Message was very clear: the future of this country will be decided tonight. They were told they could change the world, but not how they were going to do so. No grand plans spoken that involved their talents. No script written that explained their parts in it. It was strange. He was pretty sure if he told his boss this they would've said the whole thing was a waste of time.

Before he could pick up his phone to relay the events though, someone addressed him. Which was surprising since he was on the ceiling. He tilted his head upward to look down at a dead-looking man with four arms and a lot of chicken. The name made sense for his skin. He shook the guy's outstretched hand with a smile. "Yo Zombae, name's Player One. Yeah this the place."

It was probably rude to continue the conversation from so far away, but he couldn't really go down the same way he went up as that meant walking away from the zombie. So Taro pocketed his phone before hopping off his perch, falling to the floor instead.

Static would take on his form from the fall damage, settling by the time he stood at full height. "Dunno why we're here though if it was only for that speech. Mingling maybe?"

CHUCK MCCOY

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Hell yeah.[break][break]

The reactions Levi garnered from the crowd were exactly what he had been hoping for, but on top of it all someone cheered! The speech hadn't even been given yet and he had already done an outstanding job! The shadowed room hid a smirk that came straight from his ego in response.[break][break]

And that speech! Rousing! Riveting! Every person truly did have a purpose, and what better way for that purpose to begin than an industry mixer? He began patting around the inside of his jacket, excitement playing out through his motions as the lights came back up. A fresh batch to hand out to new clientele? Gah, it was like freelancer heaven in here![break][break]

He had only managed to find his small clip of cards before unKnown rushed him in the corner. "Nah, you did great! I couldn't tell at all, you seemed so calm up there! And why wouldn't you? The stage was set perfectly! That one light? I did... YOU DID such a great job!" Levi couldn't possibly resist the opportunity to verbally pat himself on the back. Someone cheered him! "All things considered, I think you're gonna help these guys make some great waves! And look..." He presented a thin, plain white business card to unKnown. "I know ya already tracked us down and all, but give me a call sometime! I LOVE these jobs! I'm gonna pass some of these out and grab some punch, yeah?"[break][break]

His own excitement combined with the distraction of his show covered the chill he should have felt down his spine. Something in the room seemed amiss, even if he wasn't aware of why. A room full of villains, sure, that he got. But this? This was different. This felt like her.[break][break]

Levi pushed forward, passing his business card to every hench, schmuck, and underlord who'd take it, all the while chanting the only words printed on it's face as if it were his motto.[break][break]

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Skylark rippled around his wrist as the card hung in the air. The dawn of realization washed over Levi like a tidal wave in a kiddie pool. He was holding the card out to no one. An empty space. Or rather, what should have been an empty space. No, instead of thin air, the faint lining of nanotech lingered, outlining the shadow of a man shrouded to nearly everyone's eye but his.[break][break]

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Am I a father?

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The thoughts echo through his head before doubt begins to creep in.[break][break]

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The house lights dimmed, and the performance was underway. Countless voices rose in robotic unison, heralding the arrival of the host and hiding the monsters they had called. It was a crude display of showmanship. Unnecessarily grandiose, so much so, it blinded the specter to the technical wizardry and the temperament on display. For a moment, an uncomfortable memory would resurface, but it would pass. Once it was all said and done, nothing could stop the phantom from seeing this for what it was. [break][break]

Empty excess.[break][break]

The girl's eloquence and enthusiasm were wasted on the apparition. Were it still alive and green, he may have been swayed by them. The thought of this new world, the prospect of change, the riches that came with it and the potential of playing a part in it. It had an undeniable allure to it, one the ghost could see through. This was not the first time someone had courted its favor. In its ears, each promise rang more hollow than the last. Only vague whims and reckless enthusiasm seemed to guide this doomed rebellion. All she managed to prove was that youth was wasted on the young.[break][break]

Despite his distaste for her theatrics and disagreement with her methods—or lack there of—unKnown was right about one thing. This was an opportunity to scout the playing field. Separate wheat from chaff. The unseen presence hadn’t forgotten about that. His quiet reconnaissance had yielded four targets of interest. [break][break]

The devils, despite their appearance, were mere distractions. Children swayed by extravagance. Of them, only two were worth his attention. The one at the door, someone he’d need to track down at a later date, and the one who hid her horns. Her disguise concealed her features well enough, but her mannerisms betrayed she was the one in charge of the other two children. The rest were beneath his notice, especially those who hung by the rafters. [break][break]

Of the crowd, the silver-haired serpent was the only one who had acted accordingly. The only criminal who took the precautions the terrifying presence warranted. They wouldn’t have saved her, but the intent was admirable. [break][break]

There was unKnown. The less said about her the better. She would be the end of anyone who approached her. Still, she had her uses. The response to her speech proved that much, and if she could summon someone with this kind of expertise, then it was best to keep tabs on her. Speaking of whom, the fourth person of interest was fast approaching.[break][break]

The shadow on the wall did not move as the businessman made the most of this opportunity. At first, he thought he might’ve wandered away in search of someone else, but as he got closer and closer, the phantom could not deny the truth. Somehow, this man had detected it, with shocking accuracy, too. Impressive. As he extended his contact information, the spirit would not miss the sudden pause in his well-rehearsed speech. Had he gotten a glimpse of the butcher’s true face? Of what hid behind veils of machinery and medicine? No. He was far too composed for that. If he saw that, he would likely be grasping for either a weapon or his breath. There was some other way it could detect it. Another matter to investigate at a later date.[break][break]

For his skills, the man known as CTRL would be rewarded with a glimpse at the ill omen that haunted this building. The empty space in front of his eyes would begin to shift. A colony of mechanical scales shifted, revealing a window into the man behind the phantom, one only he could see. His lips did not move, they did not need to. A set of blue eyes and a patch of charred skin stared through it, towards the hand left outstretched, and with them, came an unspoken message.[break][break]

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The arm would not move another inch, lest he wished to be relieved of it.
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Then, his sight moved to meet Levi’s own for a monumentally long moment. For a moment, that pair of blue eyes served as a window. The heavy bags that surrounded them, the wrinkles of scarred skin and the unflinching fire that lied at the bottom of the abyss, and in return, the phantom’s eyes seemed to stare back into Levi’s soul.
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One could only wonder what kind of things he saw in him. Soon enough, though, judgment would be passed down. CTRL’s sentence passed out in the form of a nod of acknowledgement. The business card disappeared into the layers of cloth and nanomachines with a flick of an invisible wrist. The presence had found him worthy, and with that, the window would close. Camouflage covered the phantom’s eyes as he moved away from Levi and soundlessly ascended to the roof.[break][break]

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