(IC) Chaos Series: Good For Business - Beginnings

[dysmorphia]

This is the beginning main thread for Good For Business. This is where the main action will occur.

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You have each been summoned by your Family. You have not been told the reason. When you arrive, you are escorted to a door. You do not meet anyone on your way there. The door before you remains locked, no matter what you do to try unlocking it. Then, a panel on the door lights up. The following message plays across the screen and waits for your input.

The Council extends its welcome.
Before you are allowed inside, please enter the information on the next screen.


Character's Name
Family
Code Name/Nickname (if applicable)


Thank you.
Processing...
Processing...
Processing...

Access Granted.

The door slides open; inside, you find your handler is already there. Your handler greets you and tells you not to get too comfortable.

"The Council should be ready for us soon. And don't ask what this is about. I don't get called to these meetings anymore than you."

[Darius Vibrtrar]

Anon Enters the room. Beneath his mask his eyes roll. Blue hands from beneath his suit reach out and key in the appropriate information.

He waits for the information to be received. Lyrical words fly through his mind as he thinks over what he should say. He decides against it as his handler Apears. He pulls out his phone and begins pressing buttons. Playing Fruit Ninja to kill time. He nods when his handler tells him to get comfortable. His Guy Faux Mask Firmly affixed to his face.

[Walksal0n3]

Hetaze raises a single finger as his handler starts talking in order to hush her. He takes a long drag from his cigarillo before blowing smoke rings in her face.
"Full disclosure: I'm hungover. You had better stop that shrill sound you make with your face hole, or I'll eat your soul."
Hetaze runs a clawed hand through his hair, straightens his jacket, and approaches his handler's side before crouching like a gargoyle beside her. He occasionally takes a deep drag of his cigarillo, as he waits to hear why he has been summoned here today.

[CodyBrenizer]

Alexi stumbles into the door reeking of alcohol, sulfur, and other volatile substances. His clothing matches that of a vagabond, as the handler starts to speak Alexi holds up a single dirty finger.

With a heavy Russian accent. "Comrade, you know I have no questions other than how much the payment will be"

Alexi then leans against the south wall of the room and begins to tug at articles of his clothing, his hood, shirt, the sleeves of his jacket etc. ((Deactivation and reactivation of glamored bracers, shirt, and hat of disguise)) As he does this for a short time his true demonic form is exposed, an ash gray Teifling with constantly shifting black stripes and eyes that glow like ignited coals.

Quickly though almost in the blink of an eye he now appears in a three piece suit with a bright communist red tie, and clean-cut with his long black hair tied into a tight ponytail.

"I'm ready when you are comrade"

[dysmorphia]

When Anon entered the room, the disguised Sinon Aesimuson straightened by the far door. The kitsune stood short, wearing the disguise of a gnome trader. Sinon fiddled with a ring on his finger, his eyes watching Anon. The man remains silent, giving time for their summons.



Elizabeth Bathory straightens at being spoken to so rudely. Her fingers shake loose the dagger hidden in her billowed sleeves, even as she crosses her arms under her corseted bosom.

"Hungover? You were given the summons last week," she growled, her eyes narrowed. As she growled, a peek of her fangs from her full, parted lips. "I can only hope the other is not."

She turned from him and sat by the far door, smoothing out her dress.



"Comrade," Vukan Ada greeted with a slight bow. The ifrit-blooded Russian straightened and watched Alexi, then nodded once more. "We await the summons... when the council is ready to see us. You should get comfortable, comrade, as the council takes their time."

[deppader]

A terrible stench fills the room as Batah enters. Batah is a ratling dressed in a tattered grey cloak and carries an essence of death around him. "Dey pull me away from my works for dis! Dis must be importa I'm trying to re-animates a bull with my cousin Maüs"

[dysmorphia]

The moment the door slid open and Batah scuttled inside, his handler from Barrium's Hand resisted the urge to cover his nose and mouth. Instead, Enki stands a little straighter and shakes his head at the ratfolk's words. Hair as blue as the crystal lakes of his homeland falls over one shoulder.

"We come when the council calls... they never tell us their business until it suits them, and never the whole truth. Be wary of what they say in there."

[Ruxik]

Ruxik grumbled with a sigh as he keyed his name in before entering the room, his gold eyes moving from the handler on the far side of the room to the other body in nearest him, the stench of their cigarillo more than enough to make him scrunch up his own features in displeasure. The things he did for Family...

"If I'm intruding, I can come back later for my assignment." He gestured with a quick jab of his thumb over his own shoulder at the door closing behind him. He knew there was no leaving until the handler said so, but it was strange to share a debreif with another member of the Paylram family.

[dysmorphia]

As soon as Ghost entered the room, Elizabeth stood with a wide grin and came over to him. "There you are! I was beginning to worry you'd missed my message. No, no need to come back later, we'll be called in soon enough. The council shouldn't take too much longer with any private matters..."

She wrapped an arm into Ghost's pulling him over to Hetaze. "Besides, I think you two will be working on this mission together... so I suppose you should at least exchange pleasantries. At any rate, make sure whatever you do, you do for the good of the Family." Her eyes went to Hetaze, narrowed. "Both of you."

Then, as she was about to sit ...



The far door in each antechamber opened. A page entered and announced, "The council will see you now."

Each handler nods, then turns to their charges. "Do not speak unless spoken to. Anything said beyond this door does not get repeated. Understood?"

Then the handlers lead the way out of the rooms, down a short hallway, and into a another room. This new room remains obscured in shadow, dim lighting making the shadows all the deeper. A single light on a huge horseshoe table gives you the sense this room is far larger than at first glance.

In total, there are six handlers in this room, all entering at the same time as your own. People come in after each handler; some handlers lead one, some lead two. You may recognize some of their faces, but most are obscured by the shadow.

Finally, another door beyond the table opens, and seven people enter the room, six taking a seat at the table. The seventh remains standing at the center of the table, not taking the seat prepared for him. He draws the attention of all before him, exorbitantly tall with long black hair and extremely pale skin, almost a grey pallor, yet gives off an air of command and charisma. The shadows in the room seem to cling to him, leaving much of his actual figure in darkness that none of you can see through. He is the first to speak, and when he does, his voice seems to resonate inside your head, a silky sweet voice, deep, soothing, and yet you get the sense that you should not trust this man. Ever.

“Welcome. I’m sure you have many questions, and there will be time for that later. I am Natasha Prevara, the head of this Council. You are here recommended by the Elders of your respective Families. You are the best, most lethal, most cunning of your associates… and you are hereby called upon to perform a highly sensitive mission for the good of us all.” As if this was a joke, the man’s lips curl into a cruel smirk. “Well, the good of our bank accounts… and future endeavors.”

“Your mission is not a simple or easy one,” one of the women at the table speaks up, shifting in her seat, “and choosing you for it was equally difficult. The World Governments want to destroy us, criminal activity all over the world, and any us who live in the shadows.”

“Casandra is correct,” says a blue-skinned man at the other side of the table. “The Governments conspire against us. Someone tipped them off to our manipulations and we have been exposed completely. They seek to sign a Global treaty – one you must stop from happening.”

Natasha Prevara nods his agreement and speaks again. “Like the shadows, you must not be seen, you must not be heard, you must not be discovered. The leaders of the world must be dealt with, and all those who could stand to take their place with a backbone must share their fate. Place the blame for their deaths squarely on shoulders of the other governments. Nothing must lead back to you, or this Council.”

“The treaty is supposed to be signed in three weeks, in New Geneva. The whole process will take a week on its own, what with all the representatives that are required to be there and sign the damn thing,” says a gruff-looking man in a suit. “You f*ers have two weeks to get there, scope out the place, and figure out how you’re gonna make their deaths look like some government is going rogue.”

“Very eloquent, Mr. Ivanov,” Natasha said before another could chime in. “If this treaty is signed and put into place, every safe refuge for our kind will, make no mistake, be wiped off the face of the Earth. We are placing a lot of burden on you… and of course, your reward for success will be equally great.”

A murmur of consent spreads around the table before Natasha holds up a hand.

“However, should you fail, the last act of this Council, before we are overrun by the World Governments, will be to place a rather hefty sum on each of your heads. If we go down, we are taking you with us.” As he spoke, Natasha scanned all those gathered before him. Then he smiled. “Now… are there any questions?”

[deppader]

Batah snickers "haha me surprise yew trust with such small hesitate; but if yew trust me with job job, me do best job time ever. Me make big death, many splosions, and dey won't no who dids it! I make death yes, big death yesss, no one will see! Me hide, me hide good, me stay underground, where the dark dark lives."

[Darius Vibrtrar]

As the council asked for questions an electronic ding goes off as a male voice chants out

"Candy Crush!"

a small chuckle comes from under Anon's Guy Faux mask.

"Salutations Spymasters, Self-interested Samaritans, I Seqester Support. Survery's Studied? Searched with Scrutiny? "

As the Words slipped out he leaned forward, powering down his phone as his mind reached out, taking careful note of everyone within 30 ft of him, thier minds visible to him, even if their bodies were hidden.

[dysmorphia]

The blue-skinned man narrowed his eyes at Batah. The suli, Barrium, frowned for a moment, then spoke.

"Large deaths, large explosions, will not draw the conclusions we want... As the head of our council said, you must not be heard, discovered, or traced back to us," the suli replied. "Large explosions... will point them in our direction."

Then Anon's phone dinged and the kitsune at the table straightened, narrowing her eyes. Her ears twitched at the sound, then again at the shift of the Head of the Council.

Natasha sat in the large chair at the center of the table, making the chair move back a little. He said nothing, though his eyes narrowed at the words. And something else.

"The council's quartermaster will supply maps, supplies, transport... anything you need. But the method is up to you and your ... partners," Kuzo-no-Ha replied, her eyes darting to the others in the room. She did not seem impressed with those chosen. "I trust you, at least, understand that you cannot cause too much of a commotion."

[Darius Vibrtrar]

Anon nodded as he laced his fingers together, intertwining them into a small temple, fingers pointing forward.

"Definitly, Desceptions, Distractions, Daredevil Deeds,"

His eyes dart to a few others in the room.

"Discipline...Definitly Determined. "

He rises looking to the rest of the group.

"Determination Dejects, Detox your doubts"

[Walksal0n3]

Hetaze makes an over the top stretching gesture with his arms stretched high above his head, before making an exceptionally deep bow directed towards Casandra.
"My lady," he says, clearly ignoring the rest of the council. "Forgive me a moment. I feel unsteady."
Coming up from his bow, he gently sets an arm over Ruxik's shoulders before whispering in his ear, "She's as breathtaking as ever, isn't she? Our beautiful banshee."
Raising his other hand as though to offer it as a handshake to Ruxik he begins to introduce himself.
"Can't tell if we've met yet. Name's Hetaze, the crazed blaze." A creepily huge grin on his face. Wisps of smoke drifting out of a mouth full of sharp dagger like teeth.

[Ruxik]

The voice of the council leader registered with Ruxik, even if he was unable to place why it was familiar to him, as he narrowed his eyes at the man standing before of the group. It was easy to forget what was happening around him as the assignment was explained, complete with the usual threats for failure. That was until the sudden hand appeared before him. Was he just flirting with the Lady of the House? Golden eyes move from the offered hand to Hetaze's face, noting the features distorting as he watched the man attempt a smile.

"My friends call me Ruxik." He finally answered back before tipping his head in a slight bow to the Elders, leaving the offered hand untouched. "You can call me Ghost until then."

[deppader]

Batah looks down at his feet, his eyes far away.
"Quiet deaths is what you wants?... Quiet small deaths can lead to loud big suspicions. Lead to conspiracy yes?... Me seen it happens in the long time ago. We needs big death, big death so they suspect other governments... and small suspect us. A quiet assassin is not good, no. Then they are only assassin, and that's when claws get pointed at us. No one die in sleep peaceful in real world. Plague is best way to kill. It's silent not quiet and it spreads from the dead..."