The world to the average onlooker was one of wonder and amazement, flashy heroes fighting against all sorts of monster and villains, coming out on top despite the odds and flying off into the sunset to right another wrong. But the truth of the matter was much different then the feel good story that capped off the nightly news. In the back alley and the slum plenty of dark dealings still happened, terrors and darkness that would drive the innocent insane with fear at just how close their safe lives were to utter ruin on a day to day basis.

The thin line that divides good and evil is constantly under threat of breaking and requires a subtle hand to perform readjustments that allow the mundane world to live in a world where 'tomorrow' is a guarantee, rather then a terrifying maybe.

One would likely never begin to think to look for such a conspiracy in a large concrete building amongst the hundreds of other such buildings of the cities business district. Lines of cold stone broken up by the occasional overpriced coffee shop or restaurant, the kind of place anyone who looked vaguely confident enough amongst a crowd could enter into without having a second look toward their face. Within this buildings lobby was a plain lobby with a security desk, a single older man reading a newspaper behind the comfort of the desk only occasionally glancing toward those who entered. While there was a door marked 'stairs' it was a falsehood, anyone who tried to take them would end up in a pocket dimension of endless stone steps and florescent light.

Against the wall three elevators waited, two of them being similar traps to the stairs and the left most one only going down. It traveled at a seemingly normal speed, but once it opened one could feel how far down they had traveled by the heat that not even the cooling system could completely remove. Here under the city away from every possible prying eye the future Coats would meet for the first time, brought together either out of duty or bribery to ensure the shadowy organizations goal. But for now, amongst the just comfortable enough looking off white chairs and water cooler with paper cups there was naught to do but wait.

Enter Saranna Thorn - Walk into the Black Site like You Own It

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While far from average, Saranna did find the world full of wonder and amazement, and of course, she was Exhibit A. And, unlike the building, Saranna did not hide this. She'd strutted through the streets and the lobby alike in a shiny purple dress with a big bow on the front. (After the effort she put into holding that gait while carrying a cello case, she kept it up, yes)! Safe to say, she hadn't even tried to 'sneak' into the building, and her dress could not be meant to perform in any entrance test.

The supposedly empty lobby did not bother her. If these guys were worth their salt, they'd been watching her since at least down the block, and her entrance would not go unappreciated. Their approval never crossed her mind, nor really what she'd have to face. Little point in dreaming up strategies for dreamed up scenarios. Saranna would draw on experience and figure it out when she saw whatever test these guys had.

"From down the street," Saranna approached the security desk and set down a cup she'd just bought. It was from the tiny donut shop wedged between the buildings and the overpriced coffee shops. "They actually know how to make hot chocolate," she informed the man covering the desk before moving on. "And not for nothing, but if you get to watch our show from there, cheer us on."

Edited by CenturyEye on Jun 12th 2023 at 11:08:49 AM

Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives

Kellen Espinoza: The Scattered Ones

Kellen Espinoza didn't subscribe to the facade of safety the news spouted to the apathetic public. If it were true, he wouldn't have to intervene. Being found by the Coats was a stroke of luck fo him. Despite his terrifying presence, there was only so much one man could do. Eventually he would tire, and get sloppy. At least this way, others can take up his job for him.

With those thoughts swirling in his head, he sighs as he pays for a coffee from the nearby donut shop. He was being introspective again. Best to keep that down, get through the day. He sips his coffee with a grimace. "Overpriced, of course." he grumbles as he exited the shop towards the assigned site.

Wearing a classic black suit and sky-blue tie, he could be any one of the many businesspeople on their way to work, an image which is juxtaposed with the guitar case he carried over his back. He looked up at the assigned building, alike to the many others around, and nodded to himself. This seems like the place. He notes. Entering the relatively simple room, he scanned the area. On the side of the room he saw three elevators, and a door with a sign marked "Stairs". If the Coats were smart, they would trap the wrong doors. Which ones were they, however, that was the question.

At the security desk, he watched a security guard being spoken to by a woman in a purple dress and holding a cello case, shiny enough to be gaudy. He tsks at the lack of subtlety, but shakes his head of any assumptions. She wouldn't be here, dress as such, without good reason. He approaches the two, watching the girl give the guard a coffee and ask for his support. "And your name?" he suddenly asks.

You piss off the Venom T-Rex. Roll initiative.

Ymir Wolff

"Shouldn't we get a move on before we're sniped or something? I'm half-joking but... I don't think we're supposed to meet here," came a hush voice from... above, specifically from a shadowy figure seemingly hanging off of the wall in the small space above the front entrance. The figure then began crawling in an eerie fashion from the wall to the ceiling, only becoming visible when they left the shadows and crept into the light. A dishevelled, homeless-looking woman in faded and scruffy old clothes; dressed only in an oversized purple hooded jacket and an equally oversized pair of baggy black pants. She was barefoot and barehanded, the skin on her hands and feet appearing to be adhered securely to the surface she was climbing on, and nothing else covered her head or face. Her long mane of unwashed black hair hung down of its own accord, but not to the extent one would expect—it was so matted that it stuck in its resting position for the most part, rejecting gravity in a mildly concerning way.

Bright blue eyes stared at the two (three counting the receptionist) already present, a soft glow due to light reflecting back from her retinae making them stand out against the rest of her face. Small triangular reflective points were also visible beneath her eyes; two bright arrows under one eye each for a total of four, their purpose unknown but the end result unmistakeably inhuman. Beyond her sticking to sheer surfaces without any apparent difficulty, of course. The effect grew dim the further into the light she crawled, however.

"I'm going for the elevator. You two do what you like," the woman eventually sighed, continuing to crawl past as she headed for the space over the elevator. Despite her words, she looked to be deliberately slowing her pace so that she could eavesdrop. That, and when she actually reached the elevator, she'd just hang there and watch the others while sitting on the wall until they actually came over to join her.

Perhaps she didn't fancy going down there alone, despite her advice against loitering. It was probably wise not to go into a new location by oneself if there was company already due to join you.

Edited by Enirboreh on Jun 13th 2023 at 12:28:33 PM

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Laurie

A young woman stood next to the elevator, leaning against her heel. She pulled a worn sucker out from her lips, holding it between her fingers like a cigarette. She was dressed to impress, buttoned down suit hanging open, pulling stray strands of blonde hair away from her pretty face. She was a rare catch and she absolutely knew it, brimming with confidence.

If only she felt as brave and bold as she seemed. She shouldn't have had any doubts. This was what she was made for. She'd done plenty of work already even if it wasn't always pretty. But seeing her fellow agents gave her pause. They didn't seem that bad. Anyone who gave the old guard a cup of coffee was okay in her book.

But something about them was... off. She'd barely known them but she could tell at a glance. She wasn't in danger. Anything went wrong, she could take care of herself. But it was already leaving a bad taste in her mouth.

She glanced up at the wall. She didn't need superhearing to tell when someone was loitering. She hadn't expected to see the world's first wall-crawling hobo, but it wasn't the strangest thing she'd born witness to.

"Are you going to hang around up there all day or is that just your way of saying hello?"

Edited by kkhohoho on Jun 13th 2023 at 10:05:43 AM

Vivian

From inside, the assembled people could likely hear a heavy THUD!, as well as the annoying sound of a car alarm woken from its slumber.

Vivian pushed open the door and ambled in, a bottle of something that wasn't juice swinging in one hand and a small bag of "Super-hot Pretzel Bites" in the other. She was dressed in a pair of tan jeans, heavy black military boots, and a t-shirt with the words "Exercise Your Demons" below a picture of a cute demonette in 80's workout gear. A pair of sunglasses and a battered orange denim baseball cap finished the look.

Taking a swig of the bottle, she carefully walked over to the group by the lift, giving the doorman a carefully-measured nod. "Hi. What's all this?" Seeming to remember them for the first time, Viv offered the bag to the others. "Anybody wanna yummy pretzel thingy?" Another slug. "They're really......yummy." As she caught sight of Ymir on the wall, Vivian snorted, alcohol suddenly spraying out of her nose. "Ow! F*ck! You startled me! Goddam ninjas!" An unsteady and accusatory finger was aimed at Ymir. "Wall-ninja! You guys see her, right?"

Kellen crosses his arms, then shrugs. "Good point, wall-crawler." he mutters, and turns towards the elevators. He walks over to where Laurie was and nods curtly to her. "How many more are we expecting?" he asks to, well, none of them in particular. If he got an answer, the better. Vivian's entrance makes him narrow his eyes. Another one. This one seems... interesting. he notes. So far, there are five of us. With hardly a clue as to their powers (except for the homeless woman, who looks like some sort of animal, possibly a bug or something similar), he couldn't gauge them correctly. Perhaps he could test them later. He can't be too careful... He shook away those thoughts again. Can't start doubting his teammates without cause.

"You're not the only one." Kellen responds, slightly annoyed. "If we didn't draw attention before, we might now."

Edited by Jules-Firenze on Jun 13th 2023 at 11:31:08 PM

You piss off the Venom T-Rex. Roll initiative.

Her Name is Saranna

---

"I had not thought of that," Saranna's own voice stayed rough and deep, as when she spoke to the security dude. "To think if they went through the trouble for me." She smiled widely and sounded a bit hopeful.

Saranna, only turned her head to view the wall crawling newcomer. It wasn't nonchalance, her beaming smile helped prove that, just economy of motion. Saranna's jaundiced grey eyes did not quite meet Ymir's clear blue set. The former were obscured by sunglasses. Proper eyeglasses hung on a chain around her neck. Saranna's red hair was tied in a neat bun, and she wore a rhinestone belt. She seemed to be approaching middle years, and either her blue-purple lips were severe cyanosis or another color for the set. Saranna was covered in colors. Her skin was also very pale, and she was barefoot herself. But she could be very human to any casual glance.

"I'll go first," Saranna answered the man, briefly propping her cello case on the desk before spinning and not sticking the ending. Both she and the cello case slipped and fell. "I am Saranna," she said in between laughter from the floor before working herself back upright. "And your Saranna is not always on her back like that."

Saranna shook her head at the loud one's offer of pretzels. She hadn't stopped smiling, not least because Wall-Ninja was the newly dubbed wall-ninja's new title. "I love these entrances," she mostly looked at the one who had asked her name, but she wasn't speaking to anyone specifically. They'd all had great entrances. "I was much too subtle."

When Saranna reached the elevator, she didn't really hesitate or plan. She just pressed every button. If this was a puzzle, best to get moving on what the buttons did.

Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives

Basil

The next man to enter was handsome, dressed in a suit and fedora that exuded ritz, and when he walked it was with a cool confidence that seemed unshakable.

His every step was smooth, nearly silent, and his new teammates would likely be able to tell he was an experienced combatant simply from how he held himself. Hazel eyes swept the room, and he smiled devilishly as he beheld his potential new coworkers.

When Saranna did her introduction, he clapped, and it wasn't even sarcastic.

"We've got quite the menagerie, it seems." He took off his hat and pressed it to his chest as he bowed, a grandiose and sweeping gesture, as though he were an actor doing curtain call. "Basil Adami. I look forward to working with you."

Rising, he dropped his hat back on his head and strode casually to the elevator, only to find that all the buttons had been pressed. He clicked his tongue, though he was amused rather than annoyed. He settled for leaning against the wall, glancing at Saranna with mirth in his eyes.

"Adventurous sort, aren't you, signorina?"

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?

Saranna Thorn - The Adventurous Sort, Yes

---

Saranna watched Basil's entire grandiose intro and before that. That suit and hat just won. She returned his bow once he reached the elevator. "They promised traps and horrible fates!" She stretched her arms out before holding her face and dramatically averting her eyes. "I may have to check out the stairs and the other two lifts later," she added as their elevator finally dinged.

"Hm," she put a finger on her chin as if finding some revelation. "Oh. Yes. Yes, I think I am quite adventurous. You're welcome to watch and judge for yourself though."

Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives

Ymir Wolff

Ymir slipped into the elevator as the doors were closing, contorting herself inside with little difficulty and allowing plenty of room for the others with her decision to sit upside-down on the ceiling. She genuinely didn't seem bothered by it, eyeing the others present with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. She had nothing to occupy her hands with, so she just sat there looking between the others with little to no shame.

"I'm not a ninja, by the way," she said after a moment's silence, her lips pressed together tightly in a tense manner. "I'd like to be. Don't know who I am but I know I'm not that. It's a cute nickname, though. I don't hate it that much."

Adventurous. Yeah. That's one way to put it.

"Name's Ymir. Ymir Wolff. Not my real name. Don't know it. I'll tell all later on, not that there's a lot to tell," she continued, eventually crawling down so that she occupied the elevator's wall instead of the ceiling. It was a little easier to talk while facing the right way up. "Guessing we'll be working together. I've seen worse groups. Like the one that all died. That was fun. Bunch of idiots tried capturing a kid psychic; she went nuts... killed 'em all like it was nothing. Crazy stuff. I got away, though. Slipped out in the... confusion— anyway..."

She waved her hand dismissively.

"What do any of you care? New start. This all your first time doing something like this? Joining a big group of bureaucrats? 'Cause it ain't mine. Or is this a real group of upstarts...?"

Edited by Enirboreh on Jun 13th 2023 at 10:37:08 AM

bork

Laurie

Laurie slipped into the elevator. She knew the way down. She'd been with Cowls long enough to know a secret entrance when she saw it. All that button mashing made her heart skip a beat. If it kept up, she wasn't sure if she'd have stopped her or join in, but she was glad it was over.

She moved towards Basil, bowing in turn. Compared to the others, he seemed more approachable. He was certainly a handsome devil.

"Well, hello hello! I see I'm not the only one with good taste. Nothing against this crowd, but they don't have such wonderful sense in fashion. You can call me Laurie if you please...,"

But then the wallcrawler had to go and ruin the mood. She squinted and stared, mouth nearly agape. She'd witnessed her share of horrors, but she'd never seen someone talk about then so casually.

"...no. No it's not, thanks for asking. But I believe this is the first time you've engaged in casual conversation. Is this always how you start discussions or is this a special occasion?"

Edited by kkhohoho on Jun 13th 2023 at 5:20:24 AM

Basil

"Oh, I'll certainly be watching." Basil kept that devilish smile on his face as he stepped into the elevator. His gaze flicked from Saranna to Ymir and then to Laurie.

"A pleasure, Laurie. And grazie. I do like to keep myself presentable. Even if our work isn't the most glamorous, professionals should have standards, no?"

Here he looked back at Ymir. "I'll admit I haven't worked in such a group before, but so long as we don't trip over each other's feet, I don't foresee any problems. Like with any dance, it's all a matter of getting to know one's partners."

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?

Bill rushed into the building, just barely avoiding hitting his head on the door. Had he departed sooner he could have avoided such a hurry, but he had decided that morning that he would try arriving in a hurry. Doing so was an experience he had observed humans engaging in many times, but he never tended to do so himself. He preferred to go quite far in the opposite direction and arrive days early. He had stopped this practice after discovering that, for reasons quite obscure to him, humans tended to find this behaviour discomforting. All in all, tardiness had been an intriguing experience, but he couldn't see why anybody would choose to seek it out.

He raised an arm in what appeared to be an attempt to wave hello. "Please hold the lift for a moment. I assume you are my new compatriots in this endeavour."

Edited by bobbitwormhobbitwyrm on Jun 13th 2023 at 1:01:42 PM

Saranna - Timeshare

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I know. Saranna had not answered Basil aloud, but it was a very knowing smile she had.

She didn't hold the elevator door open, if only because Ymir had already just barely made it. She just pushed the open button instead for the latest arrival. "Hurry up," She said waving. "These timeshare conventions always run out of free food in like five minutes!" She'd correct that if he hesitated. Maybe.

"O' great Wall Ninja," She switched to addressing Ymir, in a tone playful rather than malicious. "I'll try to meet your expectations. If you like your name, by the way, it's real enough. Have more stories? Maybe more on that story?" That's what she cared. Who didn't like good stories? No, she didn't exactly answer whether this was her first rodeo. They'd just have to see.

Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives

Kellen Espinoza - Oh Boy More People

Kellen tried very hard not to facepalm at Saranna's spin and fall, and intones, "We don't need flashy entrances. We're entering a black site." He nods curtly at each of the newcomers (Oh boy, more people. he thinks to himself as he enters the elevator), and listens intently to Ymir's brief story. A lab experiment? Might explain her... animalistic traits. "Not the first time I worked with others, but it was a long time since then." he replies to the newly nicknamed Wall-Ninja.

Perhaps it wasn't necessarily a bad thing that they were getting chummy with each other, but it still worried him somewhat.

"Perhaps we should use codenames instead. Security reasons."

Edited by Jules-Firenze on Jun 13th 2023 at 9:53:58 PM

You piss off the Venom T-Rex. Roll initiative.

Bill rushed into the elevator. He wasn't quite sure what the pale woman meant about a timeshare meeting since this was clearly no such thing. It was probably just an attempt at humour. He surveyed the people surrounding him, they seemed quite boring at first appearance, though with luck that would turn out false. There was only one person who was obviously inhuman, the woman clinging to the ceiling of the elevator. He had no idea what sort of thing she was, and that was very interesting.

He turned his head up to look at her. "Just what are you exactly?"

Ymir Wolff

"I don't normally start conversations like that, no. Never get the chance to, usually..." Ymir shrugged in response to Laurie, before turning her attention to the others' questions. "Don't have more to add to that story. It's... whatever it is. Haven't thought about it since until just now. Like I said, though. I'll tell all later. We'll get more chances."

She hummed at the suggestion of using codenames instead of real names, and nodded slightly in agreement as she adjusted her weight on the elevator wall. The elevator slightly creaked in response.

"If it comes up, call me... Wolf Spider. That's the usual, anyway. It fits," Ymir decided. "Had a chance to come up with a new one just then, but I didn't. Oh well."

She flicked her eyes over to Bill at his question, privately surprised that he was the first one to ask this so late to the party. She'd expected it to be asked way before any of the other questions. But they got there in the end.

"Don't know what I am, exactly. At least a part of me's a wolf spider. Or all of me," she answered, taking her hand off of the wall she was clinging onto and showing the group her palm. It looked ordinary at first, but upon close inspection one would catch sight of the thousands of miniscule barbs layering the underside of her hand, concentrated most greatly on her fingertips. "I never figured out the where, why or... how, even if I've got the 'what' part half-figured out. Anything more than that... no idea. Know how I said I'll tell all later? I'll show all too. It's easier than explaining."

bork

Viv-Going Down To Mystery Town

She'd been leaning against the wall as the elevator filled up, still nursing the bottle. Each of the newcomers got an interested look, but her face fell at Basil's mention of "dancing." "I used to like dancing. Ground dancing, sky dancing...did you know that clouds are water, but they don't make you feel clean? And they don't wash off blood?" She sniffed sadly and took another long swig. Then she leaned forward when Wall-Spider started talking. Viv even clapped her hands, the sound slightly too loud in the close space. "Ooo, stories! Maybe we should all tell one! After all, we might be in here awhile."

"I once rescued a cat from a ledge. Then a bird decided that I was too near it's nest and attacked me as I was flying. Then the cat tried to eat the bird as we were getting away. So I flew down and avoided the bird, but then I flew into a water tower and everyone got wet. Which made us all unhappy." She took a drink, smiling now. "I still have the cat. Her name is Paws Bandito."

Edited by Booky on Jun 14th 2023 at 5:55:43 AM

Laurie

"Exactly! Professional is as professional does. If everyone else in our profession bothered to properly dress ourselves, perhaps they'd be in better spirits."

The long armed freak nearly took her by surprise, but she'd already been briefed. He was strange, no doubt. But she'd seen stranger. She'd taken a sip from her own bottle to calm her nerves, but soon spit it out. She sprayed it across the floor, glaring at Ymir in bafflement.

"Don't. Please don't. Any other day I'd be all for it, but for the love of all that's holy, please have some restraint."

She took another sip. It wasn't as if she didn't appreciate some skin, but they were supposed to be professionals. The more she listened to this poor girl talk, the more she was convinced she was insane.

"You can call me Jester if you so wish. Perhaps I don't look the part, but who does? Though if we're swapping stories, I do have some some amusing anecdotes to share... "More than a few, but she was being modest.

"I can't go into the details, but about a month ago, I was in the most nasty scrape. Never before did I believe elephants could fly, but alas, I was sorely mistaken. On at least one occasion I found myself staring down the barrel of a gun. Wouldn't be the first time. Of course, it wasn't long before they were staring at me. I don't mean to brag, but I often prove to be most irresistible."

Edited by kkhohoho on Jun 14th 2023 at 9:05:19 AM

Kelly- The One Where He Shows Off His Cool Nickname

Espinoza tries not to stare at Wolf Spider. Seems like an interesting girl to study. He then turns to Laurie, covering as much of his body as he can from her Spit-Take. "Watch it," he warns, shaking his arm. "Seems you all are a lively bunch. Should make missions... interesting."

At their mentions of storytelling, however, Espinoza nearly smiles, despite himself and his initial misgivings. Seems everyone's getting closer. Good for team morale. Perhaps I should join in, to integrate myself. he thinks. "Hero of Justice. Hero, Justice, whatever you want to call me is fine." He nods, as if he doesn't know (or care) the nickname's pretty cringe, with a weird half-smile.

I think it's working. he nods. He stretches out his gloved hand. "If we're working together, we should at least know a little about each other." Once someone shakes his hand (or no one does), he puts it down and crosses his arms, furrowing his brows in thought. "What do you all bring to the Cowls?"

Edited by Jules-Firenze on Jun 14th 2023 at 10:32:14 PM

You piss off the Venom T-Rex. Roll initiative.

"If you ever find out what kind of thing you are, please tell me"

He turned his attention to the rest of them. This "hero" fellow seemed to want a demonstration of their abilities, and he was more than happy to oblige. He drew upon the "material" left over from his past excursions, manifesting it physically as a shimmering rubbery substance. Slowly it took shape in his hands, until he was holding a mewling wormlike creature in his palm. He let it drop to the floor, where it began to wriggle about.

"My alias is Daemon. I'm knowledgeable about extradimensional science, and I can make things as I just did."

Saranna - Point and Annihilation

---

"Security, my Hero?" No one was tracing the name Saranna herself made up anywhere helpful to their cause. What her diminutive god called her was a title not a codename and yet arguably... "I'm used to giving my real name to my playmates," she held her face pseudo-shyly. "They have to shout it."

A Daemon and a Hero of Justice. That's so cool! The 'Jester' she hadn't heard speak in anything but complaints and hysterics, so that was probably ironic.

"I'm unsure of what I'll bring for the Cowls?" Saranna started in apologetic tone, shrugging with a good-natured smile. "I won't know what they expect until they ask me." One hoped that the Cowls would point out their annoyance and leave the rest to her.

"And I have precious few stories, given Laurie's sensitivities..." Saranna thought for a moment. "I did get this dress from a fishing trawler last night, so I guess I can find great things in unexpected places. 'Slinking ginger' with a winning smile gets you in alot of those places." Just not quite that ship. Not that that ruined things. I wonder if pieces of it are still drifting. The ship was one thing, but she'd never wiped out a retrieval team before. There was this one, but then I'd have to find these adventures all by myself.

Edited by CenturyEye on Jun 14th 2023 at 5:22:03 AM

Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives

Basil

"My codename is Gentleman, though when we're in private I prefer Basil. No need to be so formal between friends." His smile seemed genuine, though those who looked close would slowly realize that his teeth were a bit too perfect. As was his face, if you stared a bit. Too symmetrical, too clear of blemishes. Almost like a doll, strangely.

He took Kellen's hand and shook it firmly. At the man's question, Basil 'hm'ed and listened to the others' stories.

"I'm quite good at killing people." He said, in a tone so matter of fact you'd think he was discussing the weather. "That is our job here, after all. Well, not always killing, but it's that sort of dirty work."

He tilted his head and began to reminisce. "I believe my skill is what caused the Cowls to notice me. A villain group killed my father, and I took it rather... personally. Suffice to say, that group no longer exists. Might have gone overboard, honestly, but I'll never regret it. No point. È la vita."

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?

Kellen (He's Trying His Best, Okay)

Daemon's demonstration elicits a nod from Kellen. "Some kind of creation power. But what is extra dimensional science? I'll ask later.'' he makes a mental note, and tries another half-smile as Basil shakes his hand. "If we're sharing reports of previous missions, there was one where I scammed someone I crippled, killed his wife, then him. I think that's a pleasant enough story." he intones. "He was an asshole who stood in the way of justice. I ended him." he tries to clarify.

Edited by Jules-Firenze on Jun 16th 2023 at 5:07:08 PM

You piss off the Venom T-Rex. Roll initiative.