[The Circle] Day 1: Morning (IC thread)
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				Title: <strong>[The Circle] Day 1: Morning (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>02-11-2014, 22:20:09</strong>
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				<em>Day 0, 9:34 pm:</em> The police received a call from a panicking young woman on the outskirts of Seattle. After finding her location and responding, the police found her with several claw marks. Many of the wounds seemed to have an odd purple discoloration, more so then standard bruising could accomplish.<br><br><em>Day 0, 10:12 pm:</em> Chief of Police John Diaz calls the owner of the One Shot Only gun shop, Harold Dean, and informs him of this odd circumstance.<br><br><em>Day 0, 11:42 pm:</em> After visiting the attacked woman in Virginia Mason Hospital, Dean and his son Angelo travel to the site of the attack. There, they find unmistakable evidence of a Shadowland forming. <br><br><em>Day 0, 11:50 pm:</em> Angelo involves all current members of the Circle of this dire situation, and invokes a gathering of all available members with the code phrase "The Circle Starts Again". <br><br><em>Day 1, 9 am:</em> A few members of the Circle that were able to respond immediately have gathered at the Renaissance Seattle Hotel for a short briefing and breakfast with Angelo, Dean, and the responding members.<br><br>(I would like for everyone to post an introduction post for themselves, and then Angelo will give the briefing. The tag below is for you guys, use it please.)<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[b]Name:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Tagged:[/b]<br>[hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Circle and the Shadowland, Day 1: Morning (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>02-11-2014, 23:15:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/Sophia1_zps5fe50fbe.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sophia Wellims / Miss Knight.<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Renaissance Seattle Hotel<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Angelo and Dean<br><hr><br>There was an empty porcelain plate in front of Sophia with a neatly folded and used paper handkerchief resting on top of some croissant crumbles. Next to it was an another smaller plate on the table with a wet stirring spoon on it. The tea cup belonging to that plate was held in a loose grip between Sophia's forefinger and thumb as she raised it to her lips - a gentle blow washed across the surface of the cup. A small cloud of hot air rises from the tea cup. She closed her lips again and places the cup back on it's plate to cool down further. <br><br>She would have thanked Angelo with a friendly smile for the brilliant service of his hotel and asked if the bakery was made here or brought from some local place, but the mood of this morning had kept her expression and mind in the anxious stress zone. She wasn't there to greet a friend today, she was representing the Wellims family's concern for the future of Seattle and by extension, the world. Fittingly, Sophia had chosen a rather formal outfit for the occasion; a dark blue suit tailored specifically to her measurements. Her trademark steel ball tipped dark cane was resting against the chair. Placing her elbows against the edge of the table, she leaned forward over her cup to to glance at the others that had gathered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Circle] Day 1: Morning (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NubianLegend</strong> on <strong>03-11-2014, 06:08:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Kendrick King</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/227/b/e/donovan_culver_by_bayanghitam-d46m6jg.jpg)</div></div></div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kendrick King<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Renaissance Seattle Hotel.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr> <br><br>Kendrick spent the early half of that morn recouping in a dormitory bed of sorts, fresh from a rather eventful night he shared in company of an insatiable beauty whose name eluded him. It was something vaguely Hispanic sounding but he was certain the girl he had been with the night before was Asian - or least to him she felt that way. Could it have been Mei? He met her the night before at a sports-themed bar and before he knew it things had progressed and he was at her place admiring her walls. <br><br>Kendrick mired in a state halfway in-between alert and unconscious,&nbsp; in a bed that was almost too small for two but somehow they managed to make it work in spite of design. He was eventually roused by the distinct smell of starbuck's fresh roast and what else but the smell of turkey bacon, eggs and some type of fruit. The woman in question whom he spent the previous night with came into view carrying some type of serving tray, dressed in little more than a seattle seahawk's jersey and one of those trendy matching NFL skully's. "Last night was amazing, it was almost like you made the bed levitate or something. I got up early so I made breakfast for us. I'm muslim so I don't do the whole bacon thing. I hope turkey bacon is fine with you. " <br><br>Unceremoniously, he stirred about the twin size to properly assess himself. "Yeah turkey bacon is good...Listen..." He felt her name on the tip of his tongue but something kept him from giving it form, his eyes spanned about the quaint flat like he was looking for something in particular. His eyes finally settling on his prepaid burner phone arranged on the nightstand to his blindside. Odd, he didn't remember placing it there.&nbsp; <br><br>"It's Mei but my friends call me Maya. I went ahead and logged my number into your phone."&nbsp; Setting the food upon the same nightstand then she maneuvered herself to him in such a way that she sat herself directly ontop of his lower body.<br><br>"Uh...thanks" He seemed largely uninterested in the girl but he didn't want to be a dick about it. She then said something to him to the effect of "What does the circle starts again mean?" which set him off. <br><br>"None of your goddamn business. That's what it means. Listen Maya or Mei, it was nice but there's somewhere else I need to be. I probably won't be seeing you again but if I do I'll be sure to give you a nice pat on the ass or something." Of course he knew she wouldn't take it well but he managed to grab a few slices of turkey bacon, an orange and a cup of roast on his way out of the complex to where he thought he'd find his bike secured outside. On his way out, she managed to open the latch of the window overlooking her flat&nbsp; She screamed something out of her window which filled him with dread. "RAPE. That asshole right there raped me. Isn't anyone going to do anything about it?" He wasn't going to stick around long enough to see if the campus would investigate such a thing. His Suzuki gsr 600 revved in the distance as he made his turn into the main street navigating the morning traffic. His destination was not far. A grand hotel ten or so miles down the road.<br><hr>He finally made his route at around 9 or so pulling up at to the entrance of the Renaissance. He cast his helmet aside and let his black beauty purr between his legs until his engine crept to a cease on its own accord. Now what?<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Circle] Day 1: Morning (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>03-11-2014, 16:39:35</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Cloakedmage.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jake Avernia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Renaissance Seattle Hotel<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sophia, open.<br><hr><br>Jake wandered in to the gathering for breakfast and gave a small nod of greeting to those who were there before him. It seemed he wasn't too late -thankfully- and he may just get a bit to do in this gathering. He was wearing a simple blue-grey hoodie at the moment whilst he was indoors and with pleasant company, he was a Mage and when it came to doing Circle business he loved to crack on with the hooded cloaks and moving things to the beat of his drum, but not now. No need of it now. He took a seat next to Sophia for the moment and made sure the next seat to him was untaken for someone else as he took a look over a menu on the table before him for breakfast.<br><br>"Hm, do I want a nice greasy full one... Or something small and simple to start the day..." he mumbled to himself in a small tone, "Well if I've been brought here then it's likely gonna be a day that could be my last... Lets go for bacon, bacon and more bacon...". He looked up from the menu and announced to noone in particular, "I think I'm gonna have the full breakfast with eggs, sausages and double-bacon... Rice pudding and syrup for desert... That should keep me going for the rest of the day, looks like I'll need it given the circumstances..." he grinned, something that soon faded if everyone else looked flat at him. "Whilst that's getting sorted for me... Anyone care to fill me in on what's happened round here <em>this time</em>?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Circle] Day 1: Morning (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>03-11-2014, 18:29:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Brqmdaj.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adreanna Tenebris<br><strong>Location:</strong> Renaissance Seattle Hotel<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kendrick King, open<br><hr><br>Adreanna... Wasn't a person who valued luxury. Sleeping on the street wasn't something that was considered a luxury, and hence, she was sleeping on the street. It didn't bother her much though. Sure, there was the occasional hobo that thought she had a penny or two to spare (And that quite violently would try to take them) but they were easily put aside, scared by the supernatural. It was one of the biggest advantages with darkness magic, it could easily be used to scare people, and if they told anyone, they would look like they were lying their teeth off.<br><br>She was woken up from her sleep by the sound of someone calling someone else a rapist. It seemed a bit silly, so she decided to check it out, slowly getting up from the sitting position she had found herself under a heat went. She brushed off her clothes, before walking out of the slim alleyway, hearing the shouting of someone in a second floor, and seeing a very recognizable motorbike drive off. Good grief, this could be problematic.<br><br>And hence, she ended up doing the cleaning duties. If it had been anyone else, she would have ignored it, but if it was someone that was a part of the circle, it was probably for the best to make sure nobody ended up in unneeded trouble. And hence, she went through the dreadful process of taking a hold of every single person nearby, blowing a little darkness into their minds, making the event cloudy. Luckily, she was able to quickly go from person to person since the sun wasn't where she hated it being, right above, creating minimal shadows for her to work with.<br><br>After that, she chased after the motorcycle. She knew where it was going, but it was more fun following it, using each shadow she bypassed to push herself to the next, quickly covering the distance, and with humans' lousy eyesight, they didn't manage to pick up on it either. She quickly caught up with the motorcycle, before passing it, leaving her waiting for Kendrick outside of the hotel with an envelope in one hand. As he pulled up, she jumped down from the small pillar she had been sitting on, landing gracefully on the ground. To all bypassers, she was wearing a trench coat looking like it was at least 350 years old, and she just had pale skin, while her actual appearance was visible to him thanks to him actually knowing that magic exists.<br><br>She stepped up to him in a few short and graceful steps, before handing him the envelope, opening it while making sure he was holding it, before pulling out the small letter inside, folding it open.<br><br><div align="center"><em>What's loud at night and leaves with a scream?<br><br>Turn me<br>V</em></div><br>She didn't give him time to guess, she just took a hold of the top of the paper, before turning it around.<br><br><div align="center"><em>You<br>Master of everything but pleasing ladies I see</em></div><br>It was ended with what would have been a pretty cute giggle, though the mask covering Adreanna's face made it seem more like the kind of giggle a psychopath would have before chopping his victim into little pieces. The mask didn't have cutout for eyes, it was just a full surface, so there was no way reading her mood based on expression.<br><br><strong>"Don't want to be late, do we? Ladies first"</strong> She said with a carefree tone, holding the door open for him in a butler-like manner, signaling for him to step inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Circle] Day 1: Morning (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NubianLegend</strong> on <strong>04-11-2014, 13:31:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Kendrick King</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/227/b/e/donovan_culver_by_bayanghitam-d46m6jg.jpg)</div></div></div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kendrick King<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Renaissance Seattle Hotel.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Adreanna Tenebris, Open<br><hr> <br><br>Not long after parking his bike before the very hotel and designated match point in question. He was approached by what could only be described by some as a creepy masked kunoichi. He knew her as another agent of the circle, but he didn't really know her. She was one of those types. The unnerving Adreanne Tenebris. Kendrick mostly unenthused by her unorthdox tendencies, greeted his colleague with a rather weak response. It's not that he didn't care for her, he worked with people he didn't like all the time it's just that she never really seemed like the type he'd hang out with or do anything else with. "<strong>You know normal people say hi to their colleagues. They don't sneak up behind you and..</strong>" Before he could complete that thought he was handed an envelope of something.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>What's loud at night and leaves with a scream?</em><br><br>Turn me<br>V<br><br>She didn't give him time to guess, she just took a hold of the top of the paper, before turning it around.<br><br><em>You<br>Master of everything but pleasing ladies I see</em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"<strong>Oh cute. You like to watch people while they think they're in private company. I get it . </strong>" He crumbled the paper up in his hand and tossed it aside where it henceforth was whipped away by a most strange gust of wind. He watched her of course. Not sure what to make of her little riddle ruse. Her giggling implied innocence but there was never knowing with someone of her disposition. As he went for the entrance, she had already allowed herself to open the door in a gentlemanly fashion. <br>"<strong>You sure you want to do that</strong>?" He forfeited an orange on his way inside as her tip. He paused taking a good look of the hotel for where he might think to find his familiars . "<strong>Now...</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Circle] Day 1: Morning (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>04-11-2014, 14:12:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Puppet%20Master/a20b75106403cdd934a46354424792474ddfe32a_zps720bd2ec.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br>Tora Rozkov<br><strong>Location:</strong><br>The Renaissance Seattle Hotel<br><strong>Tagged:</strong><br>None/Open. Mentioned: Sophia, Jake, Angelo and Dean<br><hr><br>Tora had arrived early within the morning, transitioning from a private flight to even a van ride to the rest of the destination. He had his fair share of sleep along the way and had found himself woken at the arrival of the Hotel just before six in the morning. Of course, he was still a bit groggy from the short nap he had obtained. <br><br>He wasn’t alone, a dark haired girl with crimson eyes had departed from the van with him, although the female appeared mostly human, she was far from the equivalent of such. The clothing she adorned shrouded the sockets for additional artificial parts, items that Tora had brought along on the journey. They were shrouded in the large metallic box, the object alone enough to draw plenty of attention from its humanoid height and width. Some may even mistake it for a coffin and others may wonder how such an object was being carried around, by the girl no less that accompanied him. Tora and the female paid no mind to the residents of the hotel, even less when they ascended the flight of stairs to their room after checking in with reservations. <br><br>They made themselves at home, Tora setting his belongings to the side, the duo ever so silent, a single bedroom not even bothering them in the slightest. He went through his briefcase, preparing a change of clothes and also setting his alarm clock to wake him before eight in the morning. His body thumping itself upon the bed in exhaustion, relishing the short nap he would achieve before the time came to awaken.<br><br>After the alarm sounded, he went ahead to call for room service, ordering a small meal, before going about his daily routine; showering, brushing his teeth, and further grooming himself and maintaining his proper hygiene. He strutted out of the bathroom area bare, unconcerned of his artificial companion that may be watching him as he properly dressed himself into something bit more formal wear. It wasn’t a suit, but it was dark dress clothes, a white collar shirt laid beneath his opened ebony one. He adjusted his tie and soon slipped his headphones over around his neck, pocketing his ipod. Just in time the door ranged and he answered it, tipping the individual and eating his fill. <br><br>When he was done, he glanced to the clock, seeing it already half till nine; deciding to dabble no longer he took his leave, instructing his companion to remain behind.<br><br><hr><br>He descended by the elevator, at least it was the safest and quickest route, soon arriving in the reserved lobby where the meeting was to take place. His yellow hued eyes glancing over the few ones that were gathered and the others that were sitting at a table. His gaze literally looking down at them, a habit he had with almost everyone he may encounter, a haughty attitude some may even call it. His glance parting from where Sophia and Jake sat, not even batting them a nod or any gesture of proper greeting. He didn’t even entertain the thought of joining them, moving through the room and glancing at the other empty seats, but never taking one for himself.<br><br>Instead, he moved to a nearby wall and leaned against it, his arms raising, dark sleeves lowering a bit to expose his wrists as he lifted them and gripped his headphones. It was still going to be awhile, he could tell, not everyone was here and more importantly the meeting had yet to start. With this obviously presented, he saw no need to entertain himself with idle chatter or banter with the others here. The silver headphones soon covering his ears to drown out the noise, one hand dropping into his pocket to turn his ipod on, the volume was of a low, enough to drown out the sounds within the room presently. <br><br>Quietly he bided his time, waiting patiently for things to begin. He was sure everyone had their reasoning of being here, but his was strictly business and he saw no point in indulging his time with those presently here anymore than he may necessary have to. The music was more soothing than any of their chatter could possibly be. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Circle] Day 1: Morning (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>04-11-2014, 17:50:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Brqmdaj.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adreanna Tenebris<br><strong>Location:</strong> Renaissance Seattle Hotel<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kendrick King, open<br><hr><br><strong>"If I first were to watch someone at night, I'd pick someone attractive"</strong> She teased. Only god knew if there was a smile hidden under the mask, but going from her tone, it was very likely. <strong>"The building's heater was nice and warm"</strong> She said, revealing that it had been mostly a coincidence that she had been where he was at that time, and honestly, she hadn't really heard anything, she had just gone by the fact that the girl whom he had been with had called him a rapist as he drove off.<br><br>The way she walked would make most throw a second look to make sure what they had seen was right. With both hands out to the sides, hanging slightly down, she walked as if she was balancing on a thin line, one step lined up perfectly in front of the other. Her shadow however, didn't respond to this, it just walked normally, disconnected to her feet. Besides that, every shadow in the room seemed to naturally flow towards her, ignoring the placement of the lights. They just automatically directed themselves towards her, as if they were hoping for her to pick them up and pet them.<br><br><strong>"I'm never sure if I want to do anything. I was considering to throw the door in your face when you walked in the door, but god was on your side"</strong> She replied, the nerve-wrecking giggling repeating itself. She walked up to his side. Even with the tall sandals, she was still notably shorter than him, without it bothering her the slightest. She kind of liked him, not in a very romantic way, more so in an "don't-immediately-hate-him" kind of way.<br><br><strong>"And I'm considering to have your own shadow knock you over, but yet again, god seems to favor you"</strong> It wasn't really a threat, more so just a joke, despite it being awfully mean and worrying, seeing that she was perfectly capable of solidifying his shadow and pushing it in front of him, making it hard not to trip on it. It was mostly how she used her powers on an everyday basis, just messing with people she thought deserved it, be it if they did or not.<br><br><strong>"Either way, I'm out of jokes, I'll have to come up with some new ones on the way. Where are we supposed to meet with the others?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Circle] Day 1: Morning (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>04-11-2014, 19:54:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/Sophia1_zps5fe50fbe.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sophia Wellims / Miss Knight.<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Renaissance Seattle Hotel<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jake, open. Mentioned: Tora.<br><hr><br>Sophia turned her neck towards the lobby entry as she noticed a first familiar figure stroll in. She felt her lip twitch to a small grin while watching him approach. In her eyes the man looked as comfortable with himself as ever and wearing whatever he was most comfortable in. For a moment she felt a tingle of jealousy over his carefree attitude and wondered if she might get there too one day, but another mental image of herself wearing sloppy slacks and flip flops quickly made the idea seem hilariously far fetched. Sophia straightened her posture a little, supporting herself against the back rest. Her hands seemed to find a hold of the teacup again and raised it over her lap as she prepared to check if the drink had adjusted to a more adequate drinking temperature. <br><br>The hint of a grin that had threatened to grow disappeared when she gave Jake a curt nod and greeted him with the assertive tone she used when things weren't looking to be all sunshine and rainbows - days like today.<strong> "Good morning mr Avernia. Glad to see there we re more who could make it."</strong> She nodded to her response, but moved to assess the tea cup's contents again.<em> "Still a little bit too hot, but not for long."</em> She swirled the cup around, making a small whirl form in the middle.<br><br>Behind the swirls of rising sencha scented vapors she noted another figure entering the cafe area just as Jake began mumbling. Not a local, she could see that much, and definitely a circle member - regular folk wouldn't have been able to keep such an indifferent expression when glancing over someone who had inherited the majesty of Wellims. She answered stare with stare, slightly rising her eyebrow and tilting her head slightly at the empty seat next to Jake. Her tablemate had just the timing to make everyone give him a mean look for treating today as just another regular chat &amp; breakfast. Her lips parted in amazement of how tacky he could be at times as she gave the short man a meaningful glare. The emotion was palpable through the stiff calmness of her voice.<strong> "Not the best morning for jokes. We're still waiting for some others, Angelo has kept the topic somewhat mysterious."</strong><br><br>Sophia's eyes were peeled off of Jake as she caught the yellow eyed man walk past them and ignore her subtle invitation as he went to lean against a wall. Her mouth closed and the its corners fell into a slight frown.<strong> "Tsk, I really hope it's not that bad."</strong> She commented to Jake while raising the cup just underneath nose and closing her eyes to savour the aromas.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Circle] Day 1: Morning (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>05-11-2014, 00:09:12</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Angelo</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i44.tinypic.com/egtrm9.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dean</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://blog.friendster.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/Human-Warrior.png)</div></div><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo &amp; Dean<br><strong>Location:</strong> Renaissance Hotel<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone, open.<br><hr><br>A voice blared out over the PA system, reaching every inch of the Renaissance Hotel. "All members of the Six Rings Water Park planning committee, please come to the 2nd floor conference room." Six Rings Water Park was a code name for The Circle, used when saying their organization's name was too dangerous. Angelo himself was already in the room, with his father, Dean, standing next to a small projector. Once the few members wandering the halls found their way to the room, Angelo began. "I'd like to thank you all for coming on such short notice. I'm afraid I wasn't able to put too many details in the message I sent out, too much chance of being intercepted. If everyone will take a seat, I can explain."<br><br>Dean started up the projector, revealing an image of a woman with several claw marks on her back, and most of her back having turned purple. "At approximately 2100 hours last night, a woman was attacked by an unknown creature." Dean started. Angelo glanced at him, giving a look of 'what the hell, man?' but Dean kept going. "She managed to escape and call 911, and by 2140, the police were able to respond, along with paramedics. I was called half an hour later by Chief Diaz, at which point, me and Angelo got involved."<br><br>Angelo nodded. "Upon a brief inspection of the woman's wounds, we recognized that this was something more then a lab experiment gone awry. We traveled to the scene of the attack, and, well..." Dean clicked a button on a remote, changing the image to a new scene, one that looked like a cross between a nuclear wasteland and a forest fire. "What you are looking at is a few miles northwest of Wallace Fairs State Park. And what you are looking at is the outskirts of a Shadowland." <br><br>That word was very huge. Shadowlands were nightmares-places where all life was gone, devoured by an unseen force, and the damn thing spread like a cancer on the world. Angelo sighed and continued. "I'm sure I don't need to remind you of the danger of such a thing. Which is why I sent out that message. Luckily, we've got a head start on this, and on anyone that might want to...exacerbate the problem. I stayed up last night checking Circle archives for any trace of information, but no dice-I'm sadly not liked enough to get the really juicy stuff." He shook his head. "Still found a little, including a brief description on some of the monstrosities that thing will produce. But I get the feeling I'm going a little too fast-I open the floor for questions and comments." He said, grabbing his mug of coffee and taking a sip. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Circle] Day 1: Morning (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>05-11-2014, 00:15:21</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Cloakedmage.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jake Avernia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Renaissance Seattle Hotel<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sophia, Tora, open.<br><hr><br><strong>"Good morning to you too, Sophia... Don't be afraid to smile mind, I don't think it'd crack your face just yet..."</strong> he grinned to her. He knew she'd hardly take it well, but then... He didn't say anyone else saying it to her, but alot who'd think it. Jake's eyes drifted over Tora and he couldn't help grimace at the look he and Sophia were given when he entered and how he stood alone away from the table. Jake sighed, let out a small shrug and sat back in his chair now breakfast was assumed to be on the way... He could care less from the looks everyone else gave him. At least they had a reason to look at him like that.<br><br><strong>"Never is the best time for jokes when it's Circle business..."</strong> Jake replied, though he made it clear it wasn't particularly only Sophia he was making a point to, <strong>"But I wasn't joking... Ya gotta have a bit of gallows humour coming in to do what we do or you'd lose your mind on the first job..."</strong> he clarified. <strong>"Today I actually might fall in the line of duty, so excuse me for wanting my last meal to have a shit-ton of bacon in it..."</strong> His previous carefree grin disappeared roughly when he mentioned about doing what they do, replaced with a rather stoic expression. He took a breath and his grin reappeared, <strong>"You're right though, I hope it ain't that bad either..."</strong><br><br>Then the PA blared to life...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Circle] Day 1: Morning (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izaya Orihara</strong> on <strong>05-11-2014, 01:09:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/069/c/5/c51bbef67c3be26a440b0c92211132c2-d4sa22b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Cornelius von Hohenheim<br><strong>Location:</strong> Renaissance Seattle Hotel<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>The silver haired young noble of German descent had but recently arrived, having gone about his usual tendency to bring a veritable library of books with him when travelling. He'd not often been to the United States before, usually tending to stay in countries in Europe, though sometimes to North Africa and the Near East. Alexander, whose progenitor in Renaissance times was the famed Paracelsus, was perhaps somewhat obsessive in certain areas of interest, and he rapidly absorbed knowledge both old and new with a veracious mental appetite. Several servants had already been sent ahead, bringing all that was required in his own room at the hotel.<br><br>Alexander had little to carry by himself, save an old leatherbound book of inconsiderable volume titled the Hieroglyphic Monad, in one hand, and a long, darkly ornate, ruby-hilted sword cane in the other. His clothing was fine, perhaps what some would consider a little 19th century, with patterns in the clothing accentuating its style. As he took into view the surroundings, his eyes flickered a deep, illuminating crimson for a moment, before returning to a misty grey-blue. Having exited the car merely a few moments earlier, a Rolls-Royce Silver Wraith, he advanced smoothly towards the hotel's entrance.<br><br>The wind, little more than a breeze, caused Alexander's silky pale hair to flow faintly, briefly, before settling. He carried on, uncaring of such minor distractions as he neared the door, which was closed. A shadowy tendril crept forth, avoiding direct light, and swirling as it seeped into the door. The entrance grew perceptibly darker, veins of obsidian night appearing in a complex pattern across the door, before it opened of its own accord, seemingly. Avoiding the need to pocket his book temporarily, or put down the cane in his right hand, the German stepped into the building, an oddly mysterious element to his gaze as he began to enter. <br><br>Fortunate timing, as the PA system thundered an announcement. His mind elsewhere, and paying little attention to what lay directly beyond the entrance, Alexander decided to take a short cut. Darkness blossomed around his form, shimmering and eddying. He seemed to become one with it, melting into the blackness that lay at the corners of the room, travelling through these shadows, moving unseen, rapidly, through rooms, a crack in a room of the second floor. He soon reached the conference room, the inky darkness at a corner of the room drawing itself up, temporarily defying the room's lighting as it took upon a humanoid shape, the cascading shadows vanishing to reveal the German occultist and mage. Cane tapping against the floor, he glanced towards Angelo and Dean, smiling faintly, and taking a seat as they spoke and went through the various factors in play with the current situation, accompanied by the projector. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Circle] Day 1: Morning (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>05-11-2014, 15:26:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Puppet%20Master/a20b75106403cdd934a46354424792474ddfe32a_zps720bd2ec.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br>Tora Rozkov<br><strong>Location:</strong><br>The Renaissance Seattle Hotel<br><strong>Tagged:</strong><br>Angelo and Dean/Open. Mentioned: Sophia, Jake, Alexander<br><hr><br>Tora’s hands rose to shift his headphones off the moment Dead started the projector. The gesture towards a seat was never taken, even if he had heard it, Tora would of likely just as well ignored the invitation. He saw no need to mingle with any of the others, as few as there presently seemed to be and just as much enjoyed his solitude there in the back of the room. As long as he was listening and paying attention, it shouldn’t matter whether he was sitting down, standing up, or tap dancing.<br><br>Even as they finished their explanation and brought up the topic of questions and comments, he could see hardly anyone making a move to ask. Maybe they were just soaking it all in still, but Tora’s mind had already recorded and shuffled aside the information in one of the many archives of his memory. Despite his, despicable mannerism towards people, he was a very bright lad, possibly even the youngest present here which spoke plenty for itself and also reflecting on how he likely saw himself so ‘high and mighty.’ His body shifted forwards, simply raising his right hand briefly as he pushed from the wall, but made no further movements from that position.<br><br><strong>”Yea, about that, before we do get into further detail I have a set core of, rules, of participation.”</strong> He spoke as if it was an option, which to him it was. He expected any that may wish to partake would want compensation, after all, they were risking their lives and he saw no reason for jeopardizing his own if the rewards weren’t beneficial to him. Saving humanity, the good will of the world? Those things did not interest him one bit. He was sure others would step up to the plate if he didn’t so whether the answers that may follow wouldn’t be a complete loss either way on their ends, other than a waste of time.<br><br><strong>”One. In addition for paid compensation, I will be taking samples or even bodies of the variety of monstrosities as further payment for my services. In accordance of such, what information gathered from the specimens will be returned to you and other higher ups in detail, but the bodies themselves will be mine to do with as I please.”</strong> It should be more than fair, he would have valuable material for research down the road, especially once it was preserved correctly. What abominations from science and magic was anyone’s guess, though Tora would leave it at that. <strong>”Two. In the regards of team pairing, I will have full command over who I am with. If they die from a failure of following orders, than I cannot be held responsible in the slightest. Of course, off hand all orders that are followed, I will take responsibility, even if the measures may come off, extreme. Should no one wish to follow me, than I will act as my own independent unit in accordance to the mission‘s success.”</strong> He waited for that to sink in, not paying attention to those sitting, if the few ladies and gentleman may get peeved by it, than boo-hoo. <strong>”Three. Anything falling away from the priority of the mission will compensate me further in expanses, especially that of maintenance of material I own damaged in any event of something outside of protocol happening. These rules are nonnegotiable for my service.”</strong> He wasn’t trying to be an outright dick about it, he was just making sure he wasn’t wasting anyone’s time here, especially his own. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Circle] Day 1: Morning (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NubianLegend</strong> on <strong>06-11-2014, 06:33:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Kendrick King</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/227/b/e/donovan_culver_by_bayanghitam-d46m6jg.jpg)</div></div></div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kendrick King<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Renaissance Seattle Hotel.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Adreanna Tenebris, Open<br><hr><br><br>Kendrick strided collectively to the other end of the corridor, believing the lobby to be the most opportune place within the hotel to do any finding of professional leads.&nbsp; Towed in close proximity was the eerie masked tag-along <em>Adreanna Tenebris</em>, making what she thought was acceptable casual conversation on their tour into the renaissance. She said something about him not being her cup of tea, to which he replied <strong>"Well, we can't all be pretty enough to hide our face behind a children's halloween mask. "</strong> A dig at her full-grown height and her lack of facial transperancy, He treated most of what she said with cold ambivalence,&nbsp; though her comment about God caused some stir within him. <br><br><strong><em>"You believe in god? Then let me share with you a story of my own salvation. When I was a brat, crawling around in that concrete jungle, it seemed God and Love were always sold out when I went looking. Before I knew better, I clung to God and prayed to Him every single night — yeah, I believed in God right up until that night some cops took me in and "interrogated" me for four whole days...just because. I prayed that god would give me justice for such a horrendous misgrievance-I was a choir boy afterall. When the trial came, the cops involved were acquitted... just because. <br><br>All they saw when they looked at me was another little ghetto rat. With no power and no God, what's left for kids like me to rely on? It's money, of course, and guns- in my case a fine blade. With these two things in abundance, the world becomes a bit more tolerable. That's your god. He rewards those with power and punishes those without it. "</em></strong><br><br><hr><br>He had to ponder if only briefly what cause had assembled he and his associates for. Like most other agents within the circle, Kendrick abided to his own schedule keeping in line with his lifestyle, though collaboration was not something completely foreign to him either. He proposed himself to the idea that there would be some type of restructuring within their ranks in response to the rumors about a string of mysterious supernaturally-involved assaults, most recently with a local woman who described her attacker as demonic if he recalled correctly. The rest of the pieces fell into place naturally. This wouldn't be the first or last case of such an instance, he surmised. He wondered how many other victims were the unlucky ones not to recount their experience before the press. He was convinced, either Angelo and Dean were sitting on vital information relating to the crime.<br><br>On his way to the announced meeting spot,&nbsp; he prepared his special hand-roll, tucking the cigar into his outer pocket for later use. He secured a position for himself along the stretch of wall,&nbsp; at the opposite end of the room where he leaned on during the presentation.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Circle] Day 1: Morning (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>06-11-2014, 22:10:20</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Angelo</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i44.tinypic.com/egtrm9.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dean</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://blog.friendster.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/Human-Warrior.png)</div></div><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo &amp; Dean<br><strong>Location:</strong> Renaissance Hotel<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone, Tora in particular, open.<br><hr><br>Angelo was rather unfazed by this-but being an Aether mage, no one could really tell if he was calm or if there was a storm behind his eyes. Dean was also doing his best poker face, but since Angelo knew the way his father worked, he knew Dean would come unglued in about a minute. "Compensation will be provided, of course. Additionally, we will be taking several samples if not outright bodies of the Shadowland creatures-we all need to know as much of our enemies as we can. I ask only that all containment procedures are followed-that part is also non negotiable." Angelo said, repeating Tora's words. "If we discover you are not following the containment protocols...well, let's not get there, alright?" <br><br>"Now about your command-" Angelo was cut off by Dean. "Really? You think you can walk in here and start telling all of us what to do?" Angelo turned to his father. "Calm down, Dean." Dean was still pissed, and it showed on his face, but he held his tongue. "Well, if you desire a position of command, Mr. Rozkov, I suggest you start by earning the respect of your fellow Circle members." "And making demands is a fast track to losing respect." Angelo shot Dean another look-only this time Dean was smirking. "And as for your third...request, we'll deal with that when we get there." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Circle] Day 1: Morning (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>06-11-2014, 23:32:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Brqmdaj.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adreanna Tenebris<br><strong>Location:</strong> Renaissance Seattle Hotel<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kendrick King, meeting the conference room party, open<br><hr><br>Adreanna adjusted their direction towards the newly announced location, keeping up the strange walk. <strong>"I believe in god, yes, but, I'm not religious, so that makes me my own god, and I believe in myself. I favor you, so I'm not making you trip"</strong> Adreanna said, laughing cruelly. She found it funny at least, though she doubted that Kendrick did. It was a cruel way to tease him, she was fully aware of it, and most couldn't handle it, at least in her experience.<br><br><strong>"I see everything, what I want to see, what I don't want to see, what others want me to see, and what others don't want me to see"</strong> Aderia said, laughing, stepping up before him, putting her thumb under the chin of the white mask, slowly pulling it off, gazing into Kendrick's eyes. Her eyes were hollow, a complete lack of any kind of emotion lying under them, it was like looking straight into a wall - Nothing to gather from them. Just two red orbs looking like they were gazing straight into his soul. Her lips however had a sly grin across them as the shadows in the hallway started to deform, shaping into buildings, people, resembling the tragic past of the before her. It was one of her favorite little games. She only let it go on for a few seconds however, before she returned the mask back to her face, covering over her eyes yet again. The mask wasn't necessary to block the magic, but it locked it away, preventing it from ever activating on accident, something that happened more frequently than she desired.<br><br>And then, they were by the door. She gave Kendrick a few seconds to prepare himself, before she gently pushed open the door, using enough force for it to stay open long enough Kendrick to get inside. She didn't say a single word as she silently walked over to one of the free seats, pulling it out with one hand, before sitting down on it in a smooth manner. No introduction, no "Hiiiiii!", no nothing, she was just sitting there, waiting for the interesting bit to begin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Circle] Day 1: Morning (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>06-11-2014, 23:37:46</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Cloakedmage.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jake Avernia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Renaissance Seattle Hotel<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tora, Angelo and Dean.<br><hr><br>Jake had been pretty silent once he'd finished his little speech and let the pair holding the meeting do their presentation and also he stayed quiet through Tora's speech. When the pair replied to the younger lad, Jake put a hand up. <strong>"Well... Now the young 'un's done with displaying his cock for all to see so we don't try any measuring..."</strong> Jake grinned, <strong>"... I do actually have a question, which is probably kinda obvious but it seems like we'll be getting intel on whatever could have attacked the lady, so I'm not gonna ask what attacked her, which usually would be the first question out the gate..."</strong>. Jake was one for beating round the bush and over-analysing and explaining at times...<br><br><strong>"Just wanna know when you want us to go and how would you like us to sort this out? I take it the usual pairing of us when sent out is in effect... Guess I should ask who we're gonna be paired with too, now I come to think of it... Do we get a choice or do you assign us based on our powers or something?"</strong> he spoke, once again slightly babbling... <strong>"Just don't set me up with 'Little Man complex' over there..." Jake thumbed to Tora, "I'm a man of liberty so I don't see me doing what he's gonna order me to..."</strong> He took a sigh, <strong>"Sorry to rock the boat, Angelo... Dean... Guess I'm just saying I'm ready, so stick me with someone and lemme at it..."</strong> he smiled, a little more serenely this time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Circle] Day 1: Morning (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 14:28:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/Sophia1_zps5fe50fbe.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sophia Wellims / Miss Knight.<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Renaissance Seattle Hotel<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone/subtext of her speech hints most at Tora, open<br><hr><br>Sophia sat through the first couple of minutes of the announcement with grim anticipation painted all over her face. <em>"Shadowland..."</em> the word had an playful eeriness to it in her mind where they sat in the same corner with all the other childhood boogieman stories. She had never quite anticipated that she would have to face it within her lifetime, much less here; in Seattle. This was hardly the capital of sorcery and supernatural, she could not fathom what had made the cursed stain appear here. Sophia was sitting at one end of the table, just lost in thought and staring at the projected image of the land touched by an unearthly force when the haughty acting young man spoke up. Despite intending to stay neutral towards the 'impudent youngster' (as her mind was already calling him), she crossed her hands under chest and cast a somewhat doubting glare towards Tora.<br><br>She found her frown deepening at the mention of paid compensation. Human lives were at stake here; innocent lives that did not even know what was going on. To protect those who can't protect themselves from magic was such an obvious idea to her that seeing someone so openly disagree with it was beginning to make her blood boil. Her glowed fingers tightened on the ear of the porcelain cup as Tora went on, demanding just about anything that he could think of from samples of the Shadowland creatures to full dominion over those working with him. She sighed, letting the building up frustration blow away as Angelo began speaking with his deeper, more soothing voice. It was Dean's answers to Tira though that echoed her own thoughts, and bore just enough hostility in the tone to be satisfactory. A small smile rose to her lips. She couldn't help it.<br><br>Her eyes joined the smirk when Jake added his own bit to it. However, that beginning of a grin was soon flattened into to the regular calm mood when she noticed that the one opening sentence had packed all the sharp of Jake's reply and the rest was a fumbling fountain of disarrayed thoughts. <em>"It fits his style though,"</em> she thought, resting her eyes on his profile until it ended. She nodded, then raised her head and voice to a mostly neutral tone, though some of the words held a slightly condescending edge. She addressed everyone in general, but it was clear that the comment was mainly intended for Tora. <strong>"I would just like to remind everyone, just in case it wasn't clear that we must keep in mind certain level of subtlety when it comes to deciding the course of action, especially if there are mundanes involved. Any sort of <em>extreme</em> measures should be first of all avoided and secondly consulted with everyone involved before going&nbsp; along with them.”</strong> Her eyes hopped between the others, seeking to meet any that made eye contact with her when she spoke. Finally she ended up looking to Angelo on the other end of the table and him a friendly smile. <strong>“I just had to add that, please keep on. I'm sure the rest of us are just as eager to get to the heart of the issue as Jake.”</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The Circle] Day 1: Morning (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>08-11-2014, 15:22:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Puppet%20Master/a20b75106403cdd934a46354424792474ddfe32a_zps720bd2ec.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br>Tora Rozkov<br><strong>Location:</strong><br>The Renaissance Seattle Hotel<br><strong>Tagged:</strong><br>Pretty Much Everyone<br><hr>. <br>Tora’s shoulders rose in a shrug towards the answers he was given. The responses did not seem to bother the youngster in the slightest, especially with how unsettle he had made one of the two in charge of this operation, He had no desire to argue with anyone, it was a waste of his time. In fact, the most he already gotten out of this exchange was sizing everyone up of how useful or useless they would be with him. He knew from the start that not many would be so willing to go along with it, he just wanted to see just who those people were to avoid unnecessary complications later down the road in missions. In hindsight, this was all part of his plan, equating the best possibilities for an efficient end outcome once everything was said and done. <br><br>Out of the two others standing, he could gauge that the younger one would not likely go along with anything Tora may devise. The older, well, more than likely he would wish to retain a leading position so working with him was also out of the question. The two that were sitting close enough, the ignorant older man that took everything for a joke also made it clear of impossibility of cooperation. Tora had better things to do than prattle with that simpleton. The woman was also likely to raise issues with her wording, too diligent, noble, and those types of thinking could also run things into a snag. The other three, from the silent shadowy man to the two that had enter, Tora was unsure of. Still, he would make one last evaluation to get his point across.<br><br><strong>”That is fine. As long as we are clear on that. As for respect.”</strong> Tora paused, coming to a chuckling shortly afterwards. It was an amusing concept, but he soon contained himself and decided to better paint the picture across to them. <strong>”Does respect equate results? I do not have time to get buddy-buddy with everyone here. I am here to do a job and see it completed. If I cannot utilize those around me than they are nothing more than deadweight to me and with inefficient materials, you get an unappealing end outcome. Though we have much more to do than argue over such theatrics. If you want success, either put those with me that know how to shut up and do what they are told or let me work alone; of course, I can guarantee their lives as long as they know how to follow orders.”</strong>&nbsp; Tora sighed, soon shifting back to lean against the wall and return to his proper rest. Now that that was out of the way, perhaps everyone could move on to more important things of business. 
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