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Vincent, Katarina (who was on the dog), and everyone else arrived outside of the bar. (Except David if I read correctly.)
Rei welcomed everyone to the base and led them inside, Vincent going around back with his dog.
Inside of the casino, it looked a little older than most places, with only a few attendants. Jen was already inside at the bar.
The bartender was a younger fellow, probably only 21. Rei walked up to the bar and tapped on the table. "Hey, Percy. Shot of rum with a hatch on the side."
Percy poured a shot glass full of rum and pulled a lever, which looked like it was hooked up to an old soda machine, but it opened a hatch almost right next to Rei. Rei jumped on down the hatch.
"I'm sorry, its either I had too much to drink, or you just let her/him (Forgot) go down a hatch?" She placed down the drink on the table and stared at the hatch. "Huh..." She spoke, taking her drink and chugging it down like there was no tomorrow.
"I'm sorry, its either I had too much to drink, or you just let her/him (Forgot) go down a hatch?" She placed down the drink on the table and stared at the hatch. "Huh..." She spoke, taking her drink and chugging it down like there was no tomorrow.
Percy cleaned out a glass with a nice embroidered handkerchief. He spoke in a very attractive and refined tone. "Don't worry miss. Rei is down in the main part of the base. I'm Percy. Bartender and guard of the base." He pointed down the hatch. "He's down there waiting for all of you."
"M-Me?" She replied pointing at herself. "Uhh..." she chugged down her drink and jumped in, no more questions asked. She sighed and tried to think what could await her beneath some fancy casino.
((Lol at Endgame Tier. Indirect reference to Lahire ftw. Wouldn't be fun? If it's combat based, it's automagically fun. Also... Warp gating is going to be a thing when the time comes to travel.))
Lahire followed the group in, taking note of the one girl that had joined them as well as the fact that David didn't bother to tag along. Oh well, he was a boring one anyway, life was all about setting a new high score. 'Well, I got infinite lives... Might as well get a bit more into combat next time.' Lahire thought, remembering what the man had said earlier. He still didn't see why David had to be so irritated by the measures, or lack thereof, taken by Lahire. It's not like they weren't going to attack. They clearly said they were. Lahire was only letting them get their attacks in so he could see how serious he'd have to be. If they had told him to kill, he would've killed the two men along with the lady that had came to retrieve them.
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The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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When you all reach the bottom of the hatch, you fall into a large underground lake. The lake leads along a river which leads to an abandoned underground town with a lit up hotel.
Amos arrived at the Diamond Jo casino moments after everybody had gone down the hatch. He admired the exterior of the building and all of its extravagant beauty. It reminded him greatly of mardi gras and all of the jewels that came with a good old fashioned New Orleans party. On top of that, the scent of food permeated the air, giving off a strong impression that this was quite a happening place. Amos smiled beneath his broad-brimmed straw hat and flicked his wrist so that his cane rested on his shoulder. Though this casino felt like the kind of place where one should show up wearing a top hat and flaunting one's wealth, Amos got the impression that he would have quite the adventure here.
Wearing a very tight-fitting, black muscle shirt that further accentuated his brilliantly toned physique and exposed portions of his tattoo, Amos attracted a lot of passing stares. He could sense that those who were staring at him were feeling one of three primary emotions: jealousy, admiration, or lust. He relished the attention. It wasn't every day that somebody from Iowa sent a letter all the way to Louisiana just to ask you for your help. He was impressed at the conviction of whoever had sent that letter. While Amos had been quite the local spiritualist for a while, he was relatively new to the whole of the hero business. Amos thought for a moment and then realised that's probably why he was asked to join a team in Iowa and not, say, New York.
Amos hadn't wanted to go on this journey originally. In fact, he was quite comfortable with his old life back in New Orleans, but he had been instructed by Papa Legba himself to travel here and join the super group. Knowing you can't turn down an order from the guardian of the crossroads, Amos went. In fact, he booked the next flight to Des Moines International Airport and was off as soon as he got the order. Despite this Amos was hopeful. He knew that whatever was in store for him here, he would enjoy it.
Without another thought, Amos tipped his straw hat downwards and stepped briskly into the casino. As he opened the door, he felt a rush of cold air coming from the establishment's industrial air conditioner that very nearly knocked his hat off. He gripped the rim of his hat and stepped to the side of the door, taking in the scenery. He could clearly hear the shouts of drunkards and the roll of dice. He could smell the mixture of hard liquor and good food that hang heavily in the air like the subtle touch of a Louisiana Mardi Gras sweetheart. He could see the looks of hope, desperation, rage, joy, arrogance, and humility in everybody's faces as they drew card after card in games of Texas Hold'em and Blackjack. Each bust brought about a wash of rage and rekindled hope. Truly, Amos was in his element.
Amos briefly considered sitting down at one of the many poker tables and try his hand. He knew he'd do well, and, if he didn't have a job to do here, he most-likely would have gotten his fill of excess. Amos sighed and removed his hat, placing it upon his back and revealing his glistening, bald head. He attracted even more stares as he did so, but he didn't pay any attention. He had wasted too much time taking in the scenery to dwell on the opinions of other people, no matter how flattering they were. In fact, by the time he had finished stopping and smelling the flowers, everybody else had already dropped down the hatch.
Amos, confused as to where to go, decided to approach the bar and take a seat. He grabbed one of the many rotating stools and looked at the bartender. The man who stood there was quite young, especially for a bartender. Not wanting to test the man's cocktail knowledge, but still wanting a little slice of home here beneath the Iowan sky, Amos began to speak in a thick, yet beautifully refined deeply Haitian accent.
"Bartender," He exclaimed politely, "If it isn't too much, I would like two things from you." Amos placed $15 on the counter and raised his hand beside his glistening head and began to count simultaneously with both his fingers and verbally. "Firstly, I'd like a Hurricane and secondly, I would like a favor. Could you tell the man who's running the super group that I'm here on the invitation he sent me."
As Vincent's dog came to a halt, Katarina leaped down the massive canine and viewed the casino.
"Pretty cool place you got here," Katarina commented to Rei. Once everyone was inside the casino, Katarina cautiously took into her surroundings. Not for any particular reason, as it was a habit she developed in her time in the army, where it was necessary to check the are area while in combat or in hostile territory. The coast is clear guys! She decided it was best to leave that for herself.
Rei then approached a young man, as handsome as him, and he asked to order a drink. Katarina was unclear why Rei needed one, perhaps it was a code to lead us to another room or so. She remembered watching lots of shows that followed that type of cliche. When the young man poured the glass for Rei, he then turned around and pulled the lever hooked to a soda machine. Which then caused the ground beside Rei to collapse, revealing a trap door. Rei then jumped into the exposed ground, and Katarina ran toward it and looked over it. It was rather dark in there, and she was unsure how deep it actually was. It was clear the group would need to meet Rei down as well, but Katarina didn't hesitate to even think about jumping in. Katarina then took a few steps back, looking over her shoulder to check for distance. She then faced the hatch and began a slow-paced run. She then jumped in, keeping her legs together and at an angle, and letting her arms hang loosely to cover more area. Once she thought she was able to see the ground, she prepared to roll. The second she felt the shock of her feet from touching the ground, she bent her body forward and pushed herself with her feet, completing a successful roll. She then stood up, looked at Rei and the surroundings ahead of him. It was a large lake that extended into a river one way. Looking down the river, she could make out very dull lights in the distance. Katarina then faced toward the faint beam of light that came from the hatch.
"Alright guys it's safe!" She called out. A few seconds later one figure jumped down, and she quickly moved away to prevent getting crushed from another being. However, this person was different. It was a girl with coloured cans hanging at her waist and a vivid attire mixed with black.
Jen looked up at the ceiling and brushed her short hair backwards. She turned to look for the man that jumped down before her, but there did already seem to be quite the number of people down here. She examine the floor, seemed like normal pavement, "Impressive, Robin(Her Sister) would love to see something like this." She spoke her breath, keeping one hand on a spray can just in case.
Amos arrived at the Diamond Jo casino moments after everybody had gone down the hatch. He admired the exterior of the building and all of its extravagant beauty. It reminded him greatly of mardi gras and all of the jewels that came with a good old fashioned New Orleans party. On top of that, the scent of food permeated the air, giving off a strong impression that this was quite a happening place. Amos smiled beneath his broad-brimmed straw hat and flicked his wrist so that his cane rested on his shoulder. Though this casino felt like the kind of place where one should show up wearing a top hat and flaunting one's wealth, Amos got the impression that he would have quite the adventure here.
Wearing a very tight-fitting, black muscle shirt that further accentuated his brilliantly toned physique and exposed portions of his tattoo, Amos attracted a lot of passing stares. He could sense that those who were staring at him were feeling one of three primary emotions: jealousy, admiration, or lust. He relished the attention. It wasn't every day that somebody from Iowa sent a letter all the way to Louisiana just to ask you for your help. He was impressed at the conviction of whoever had sent that letter. While Amos had been quite the local spiritualist for a while, he was relatively new to the whole of the hero business. Amos thought for a moment and then realised that's probably why he was asked to join a team in Iowa and not, say, New York.
Amos hadn't wanted to go on this journey originally. In fact, he was quite comfortable with his old life back in New Orleans, but he had been instructed by Papa Legba himself to travel here and join the super group. Knowing you can't turn down an order from the guardian of the crossroads, Amos went. In fact, he booked the next flight to Des Moines International Airport and was off as soon as he got the order. Despite this Amos was hopeful. He knew that whatever was in store for him here, he would enjoy it.
Without another thought, Amos tipped his straw hat downwards and stepped briskly into the casino. As he opened the door, he felt a rush of cold air coming from the establishment's industrial air conditioner that very nearly knocked his hat off. He gripped the rim of his hat and stepped to the side of the door, taking in the scenery. He could clearly hear the shouts of drunkards and the roll of dice. He could smell the mixture of hard liquor and good food that hang heavily in the air like the subtle touch of a Louisiana Mardi Gras sweetheart. He could see the looks of hope, desperation, rage, joy, arrogance, and humility in everybody's faces as they drew card after card in games of Texas Hold'em and Blackjack. Each bust brought about a wash of rage and rekindled hope. Truly, Amos was in his element.
Amos briefly considered sitting down at one of the many poker tables and try his hand. He knew he'd do well, and, if he didn't have a job to do here, he most-likely would have gotten his fill of excess. Amos sighed and removed his hat, placing it upon his back and revealing his glistening, bald head. He attracted even more stares as he did so, but he didn't pay any attention. He had wasted too much time taking in the scenery to dwell on the opinions of other people, no matter how flattering they were. In fact, by the time he had finished stopping and smelling the flowers, everybody else had already dropped down the hatch.
Amos, confused as to where to go, decided to approach the bar and take a seat. He grabbed one of the many rotating stools and looked at the bartender. The man who stood there was quite young, especially for a bartender. Not wanting to test the man's cocktail knowledge, but still wanting a little slice of home here beneath the Iowan sky, Amos began to speak in a thick, yet beautifully refined deeply Haitian accent.
"Bartender," He exclaimed politely, "If it isn't too much, I would like two things from you." Amos placed $15 on the counter and raised his hand beside his glistening head and began to count simultaneously with both his fingers and verbally. "Firstly, I'd like a Hurricane and secondly, I would like a favor. Could you tell the man who's running the super group that I'm here on the invitation he sent me."
Percy pointed down the shaft that was still open.
Rei stood down there. Vincent and his dog emerged from the shadows nearby.
"Welcome to my secret cave hotel hideout. Make yourself comfortable. I need to discuss business with Vincent." Vincent and Rei stepped off down the alleyways.
Rei stood down there. Vincent and his dog emerged from the shadows nearby.
"Welcome to my secret cave hotel hideout. Make yourself comfortable. I need to discuss business with Vincent." Vincent and Rei stepped off down the alleyways.
Not only did the bartender not pour Amos that Hurricane, but he didn't even say a word. It seemed that he either was dealing with too much to be bothered, or he had just been dealing with some rough proceedings with his previous customers. Either way, it seemed like the bartender didn't want to talk much and instead just pointed into a shaded hatch next to an old soda machine that seemed to have been made to conceal whatever was behind said soda machine. Amos didn't take the obvious rudeness too harshly and grabbed the money he had placed on the counter. He put the money in his pocket, placed his straw hat back on his head, and hopped over the bar in a wonderfully executed slide. After very nearly hitting the bartender with his feet, he tipped his hat to the bartender and, in the same elegant Haitian accent, told him, "Well, in lieu of that drink, I'll give you my blessing. May the loa guide you and protect you on your journey."
Amos smiled and decided to make a small pun to lighten the mood. You never know if these people won't accept the blessing. "As one would say while drinking. Down the hatch!"
With that, Amos ducked into the hatch and began sliding down into the underground cavern. While the slide was at a relatively low incline, the pitch darkness made the whole ordeal just that much scarier. While the incline was terrifying, it was over quickly as Amos was spat out at the other end onto a small platform nearby a lake, just in time to see two men duck out into an alleyway nearby an old, rickety underground hotel. Amos knew this had to be the place where he had been invited to by the colorful cast of characters he saw before him. He could see the all too telling looks of determination, confusion, and most of all heroism in their faces. It was a refreshing sight to see so many people looking to do good, especially when one's primary source of income attracted so many unsavory types. Truly, the loa had quite the adventure in store for Amos.
After landing on his knees with the wide brim of his straw hat shading his face from view, Amos stood up. Standing clearly exposed his tight-fitting, black muscle shirt that further accentuated his brilliantly toned physique and exposed portions of his tattoo as well as his dark gray jeans. He looked around at the people nearby and noticed that some of them were staring at him. Amos didn't notice malice in their eyes and, thus, he decided in this moment that the best way to get acquainted with these people was to introduce himself.
Speaking clearly in his token Haitian accent, Amos tipped his broad-brimmed straw hat and tapped his cane on the floor of the cave. "Hello everybody! Sorry I'm late. People in the business of superheroing call me Legba. It's a pleasure to meet you all."
Lahire noticed yet another face drop through the hatch. He wasn't sure who or what he did, but it was clearly a guy. Assuming he was just a late one, he didn't seem to care much. It wasn't long before Lahire disappeared with a black splash-like effect. (Inhert Zero Shift. Z.O.E) He didn't want to risk any sort of unnecessary fails on his part, so ZSing would be the easiest way to avoid that. He reformed a ways off from the main group, staring at them. He walked back over, noticing the paint can in the new girl's hand. 'Does she plan to do some graffiti? That'd be kinda cool.'
The man from earlier had introduced himself as Legba, which was probably just an alias. That's what anyone would assume from how he worded his sentence. He was obviously into keeping his physique at top condition, or at least it seemed like it. 'Maybe he's your everyday super strength...'
"So... Now what? Kinda waiting for some groundbreaking exposition dealing with what exactly this place is..."
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He felt all of his life slowly slip away, leaving him barely alive, turning the mana swarming his hands to grow infinitely, swirling himself with ridiculous amounts of mana.
"Dark Ritual....."
He felt even more mana, the very ground he stood on dark black with power.
"FIREBALL!"
All of this mana was focused into one huge ball of energy, spent spiraling at his opponent.
His opponent chuckled, seemingly unfazed by the imminent destruction.
"Misdirection?"
Blue power swirling around his opponent, it seemed as if Jack was to be outsmarted.
"Heh, you think I didn't think of that? Force of will!"
Shocked, the opponent's mana disappeared just as it had appeared, mearly by a few thoughts on Jack's part. The fireball exploded, easily scorching the opponent alive.
"Simulation end."
Jack smiled, taking off his oculus-like googles, and removing the suit that had surrounded him. He removed his deck of cards from the container they had been put in, dusting off his sleeves.
"You're pretty good, but I don't think vintage is the format for you."
Jack turned to his friend, who was also smiling. His friend's British voice poured into the room, overjoyed.
"The fact that I even got to play virtual MtG is enough man. You're insane!"
"It took very long to make. I'm not insane, just patient."
Both of them bantered back and forth for a while, before Jack checked his watch - not really anything like a watch, but it was on his wrist and told time, didn't it?
"I'm so sorry Russel, but I have to go. Talk to you later, okay?"
Russel was ever so slightly dissapointed, and his voice betrayed this.
"Sure man, any time."
Jack pressed a few buttons on his watch, and the man dissappeared, having been successfully teleported back to his home. It only took a few more buttons before Jack was in front of the bar, dressed in a suit and tie, a white dress shirt, and black khakis. He had bullet proof armor under this, and several gadgets, but all were rather well hidden. It was near impossible to tell that he had anything other then clothes on.
Walking up to the waiter, Jack asked where the group he was invited to would be held.
He felt all of his life slowly slip away, leaving him barely alive, turning the mana swarming his hands to grow infinitely, swirling himself with ridiculous amounts of mana.
"Dark Ritual....."
He felt even more mana, the very ground he stood on dark black with power.
"FIREBALL!"
All of this mana was focused into one huge ball of energy, spent spiraling at his opponent.
His opponent chuckled, seemingly unfazed by the imminent destruction.
"Misdirection?"
Blue power swirling around his opponent, it seemed as if Jack was to be outsmarted.
"Heh, you think I didn't think of that? Force of will!"
Shocked, the opponent's mana disappeared just as it had appeared, mearly by a few thoughts on Jack's part. The fireball exploded, easily scorching the opponent alive.
"Simulation end."
Jack smiled, taking off his oculus-like googles, and removing the suit that had surrounded him. He removed his deck of cards from the container they had been put in, dusting off his sleeves.
"You're pretty good, but I don't think vintage is the format for you."
Jack turned to his friend, who was also smiling. His friend's British voice poured into the room, overjoyed.
"The fact that I even got to play virtual MtG is enough man. You're insane!"
"It took very long to make. I'm not insane, just patient."
Both of them bantered back and forth for a while, before Jack checked his watch - not really anything like a watch, but it was on his wrist and told time, didn't it?
"I'm so sorry Russel, but I have to go. Talk to you later, okay?"
Russel was ever so slightly dissapointed, and his voice betrayed this.
"Sure man, any time."
Jack pressed a few buttons on his watch, and the man dissappeared, having been successfully teleported back to his home. It only took a few more buttons before Jack was in front of the bar, dressed in a suit and tie, a white dress shirt, and black khakis. He had bullet proof armor under this, and several gadgets, but all were rather well hidden. It was near impossible to tell that he had anything other then clothes on.
Walking up to the waiter, Jack asked where the group he was invited to would be held.
"I heard they were supposed to be meeting here?"
Percy pointed down the still open shaft.
Lahire noticed yet another face drop through the hatch. He wasn't sure who or what he did, but it was clearly a guy. Assuming he was just a late one, he didn't seem to care much. It wasn't long before Lahire disappeared with a black splash-like effect. (Inhert Zero Shift. Z.O.E) He didn't want to risk any sort of unnecessary fails on his part, so ZSing would be the easiest way to avoid that. He reformed a ways off from the main group, staring at them. He walked back over, noticing the paint can in the new girl's hand. 'Does she plan to do some graffiti? That'd be kinda cool.'[/i]
The man from earlier had introduced himself as Legba, which was probably just an alias. That's what anyone would assume from how he worded his sentence. He was obviously into keeping his physique at top condition, or at least it seemed like it.'Maybe he's your everyday super strength...'[/i]
"So... Now what? Kinda waiting for some groundbreaking exposition dealing with what exactly this place is..."
Rei and Vincent return.
Rei looks at everyone who has arrived. "Welcome to Casa Del Rei. I found this when I first got to town. I met with Percy and he said no one was using it, so I took this place for my own. Well, make yourselves comfy. There is the hotel where I live. There are a couple buildings that are around here you can stay in. Make it your home."
Jack walks down, coming in at about the same time as Rei and Vincent. After quickly greeting everyone, Jack commented on their offer, his voice curious.
"I really appreciate the offer, but I have a house I'm already rather comfortable with. Do you wish to have us all close in case of a mission? Why not just use some sort of communication device that works off thought instead of moving everyone?"
Jack walks down, coming in at about the same time as Rei and Vincent. After quickly greeting everyone, Jack commented on their offer, his voice curious.
"I really appreciate the offer, but I have a house I'm already rather comfortable with. Do you wish to have us all close in case of a mission? Why not just use some sort of communication device that works off thought instead of moving everyone?"
Rei sighed. "I would rather have everyone in the same city at least with easy means of location. If you need to live in your house, this can be like a hotel." Rei points at the beat up old hotel building. "But if you live in town, then yes you may commute from home."
"W-well...I hate to upset you, but wouldn't all of us in the same place make us easier to attack by outside forces? If someone catches us by surprise or defeats our defenses, I think all of us being together would be a downside. If transportation is an jddue, or communication, I'm sure I could be of service. Maybe only meet in the hotel when we need to do something important?"
||Sounds good to me.
Everyone has arrived at the casino.
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Vincent, Katarina (who was on the dog), and everyone else arrived outside of the bar. (Except David if I read correctly.)
Rei welcomed everyone to the base and led them inside, Vincent going around back with his dog.
Inside of the casino, it looked a little older than most places, with only a few attendants. Jen was already inside at the bar.
The bartender was a younger fellow, probably only 21. Rei walked up to the bar and tapped on the table. "Hey, Percy. Shot of rum with a hatch on the side."
Percy poured a shot glass full of rum and pulled a lever, which looked like it was hooked up to an old soda machine, but it opened a hatch almost right next to Rei. Rei jumped on down the hatch.
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"I'm sorry, its either I had too much to drink, or you just let her/him (Forgot) go down a hatch?" She placed down the drink on the table and stared at the hatch. "Huh..." She spoke, taking her drink and chugging it down like there was no tomorrow.
Percy cleaned out a glass with a nice embroidered handkerchief. He spoke in a very attractive and refined tone. "Don't worry miss. Rei is down in the main part of the base. I'm Percy. Bartender and guard of the base." He pointed down the hatch. "He's down there waiting for all of you."
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"M-Me?" She replied pointing at herself. "Uhh..." she chugged down her drink and jumped in, no more questions asked. She sighed and tried to think what could await her beneath some fancy casino.
((Lol at Endgame Tier. Indirect reference to Lahire ftw. Wouldn't be fun? If it's combat based, it's automagically fun. Also... Warp gating is going to be a thing when the time comes to travel.))
Lahire followed the group in, taking note of the one girl that had joined them as well as the fact that David didn't bother to tag along. Oh well, he was a boring one anyway, life was all about setting a new high score. 'Well, I got infinite lives... Might as well get a bit more into combat next time.' Lahire thought, remembering what the man had said earlier. He still didn't see why David had to be so irritated by the measures, or lack thereof, taken by Lahire. It's not like they weren't going to attack. They clearly said they were. Lahire was only letting them get their attacks in so he could see how serious he'd have to be. If they had told him to kill, he would've killed the two men along with the lady that had came to retrieve them.
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When you all reach the bottom of the hatch, you fall into a large underground lake. The lake leads along a river which leads to an abandoned underground town with a lit up hotel.
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Amos arrived at the Diamond Jo casino moments after everybody had gone down the hatch. He admired the exterior of the building and all of its extravagant beauty. It reminded him greatly of mardi gras and all of the jewels that came with a good old fashioned New Orleans party. On top of that, the scent of food permeated the air, giving off a strong impression that this was quite a happening place. Amos smiled beneath his broad-brimmed straw hat and flicked his wrist so that his cane rested on his shoulder. Though this casino felt like the kind of place where one should show up wearing a top hat and flaunting one's wealth, Amos got the impression that he would have quite the adventure here.
Wearing a very tight-fitting, black muscle shirt that further accentuated his brilliantly toned physique and exposed portions of his tattoo, Amos attracted a lot of passing stares. He could sense that those who were staring at him were feeling one of three primary emotions: jealousy, admiration, or lust. He relished the attention. It wasn't every day that somebody from Iowa sent a letter all the way to Louisiana just to ask you for your help. He was impressed at the conviction of whoever had sent that letter. While Amos had been quite the local spiritualist for a while, he was relatively new to the whole of the hero business. Amos thought for a moment and then realised that's probably why he was asked to join a team in Iowa and not, say, New York.
Amos hadn't wanted to go on this journey originally. In fact, he was quite comfortable with his old life back in New Orleans, but he had been instructed by Papa Legba himself to travel here and join the super group. Knowing you can't turn down an order from the guardian of the crossroads, Amos went. In fact, he booked the next flight to Des Moines International Airport and was off as soon as he got the order. Despite this Amos was hopeful. He knew that whatever was in store for him here, he would enjoy it.
Without another thought, Amos tipped his straw hat downwards and stepped briskly into the casino. As he opened the door, he felt a rush of cold air coming from the establishment's industrial air conditioner that very nearly knocked his hat off. He gripped the rim of his hat and stepped to the side of the door, taking in the scenery. He could clearly hear the shouts of drunkards and the roll of dice. He could smell the mixture of hard liquor and good food that hang heavily in the air like the subtle touch of a Louisiana Mardi Gras sweetheart. He could see the looks of hope, desperation, rage, joy, arrogance, and humility in everybody's faces as they drew card after card in games of Texas Hold'em and Blackjack. Each bust brought about a wash of rage and rekindled hope. Truly, Amos was in his element.
Amos briefly considered sitting down at one of the many poker tables and try his hand. He knew he'd do well, and, if he didn't have a job to do here, he most-likely would have gotten his fill of excess. Amos sighed and removed his hat, placing it upon his back and revealing his glistening, bald head. He attracted even more stares as he did so, but he didn't pay any attention. He had wasted too much time taking in the scenery to dwell on the opinions of other people, no matter how flattering they were. In fact, by the time he had finished stopping and smelling the flowers, everybody else had already dropped down the hatch.
Amos, confused as to where to go, decided to approach the bar and take a seat. He grabbed one of the many rotating stools and looked at the bartender. The man who stood there was quite young, especially for a bartender. Not wanting to test the man's cocktail knowledge, but still wanting a little slice of home here beneath the Iowan sky, Amos began to speak in a thick, yet beautifully refined deeply Haitian accent.
"Bartender," He exclaimed politely, "If it isn't too much, I would like two things from you." Amos placed $15 on the counter and raised his hand beside his glistening head and began to count simultaneously with both his fingers and verbally. "Firstly, I'd like a Hurricane and secondly, I would like a favor. Could you tell the man who's running the super group that I'm here on the invitation he sent me."
As Vincent's dog came to a halt, Katarina leaped down the massive canine and viewed the casino.
"Pretty cool place you got here," Katarina commented to Rei. Once everyone was inside the casino, Katarina cautiously took into her surroundings. Not for any particular reason, as it was a habit she developed in her time in the army, where it was necessary to check the are area while in combat or in hostile territory. The coast is clear guys! She decided it was best to leave that for herself.
Rei then approached a young man, as handsome as him, and he asked to order a drink. Katarina was unclear why Rei needed one, perhaps it was a code to lead us to another room or so. She remembered watching lots of shows that followed that type of cliche. When the young man poured the glass for Rei, he then turned around and pulled the lever hooked to a soda machine. Which then caused the ground beside Rei to collapse, revealing a trap door. Rei then jumped into the exposed ground, and Katarina ran toward it and looked over it. It was rather dark in there, and she was unsure how deep it actually was. It was clear the group would need to meet Rei down as well, but Katarina didn't hesitate to even think about jumping in. Katarina then took a few steps back, looking over her shoulder to check for distance. She then faced the hatch and began a slow-paced run. She then jumped in, keeping her legs together and at an angle, and letting her arms hang loosely to cover more area. Once she thought she was able to see the ground, she prepared to roll. The second she felt the shock of her feet from touching the ground, she bent her body forward and pushed herself with her feet, completing a successful roll. She then stood up, looked at Rei and the surroundings ahead of him. It was a large lake that extended into a river one way. Looking down the river, she could make out very dull lights in the distance. Katarina then faced toward the faint beam of light that came from the hatch.
"Alright guys it's safe!" She called out. A few seconds later one figure jumped down, and she quickly moved away to prevent getting crushed from another being. However, this person was different. It was a girl with coloured cans hanging at her waist and a vivid attire mixed with black.
Jen looked up at the ceiling and brushed her short hair backwards. She turned to look for the man that jumped down before her, but there did already seem to be quite the number of people down here. She examine the floor, seemed like normal pavement, "Impressive, Robin(Her Sister) would love to see something like this." She spoke her breath, keeping one hand on a spray can just in case.
Percy pointed down the shaft that was still open.
Rei stood down there. Vincent and his dog emerged from the shadows nearby.
"Welcome to my secret cave hotel hideout. Make yourself comfortable. I need to discuss business with Vincent." Vincent and Rei stepped off down the alleyways.
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Not only did the bartender not pour Amos that Hurricane, but he didn't even say a word. It seemed that he either was dealing with too much to be bothered, or he had just been dealing with some rough proceedings with his previous customers. Either way, it seemed like the bartender didn't want to talk much and instead just pointed into a shaded hatch next to an old soda machine that seemed to have been made to conceal whatever was behind said soda machine. Amos didn't take the obvious rudeness too harshly and grabbed the money he had placed on the counter. He put the money in his pocket, placed his straw hat back on his head, and hopped over the bar in a wonderfully executed slide. After very nearly hitting the bartender with his feet, he tipped his hat to the bartender and, in the same elegant Haitian accent, told him, "Well, in lieu of that drink, I'll give you my blessing. May the loa guide you and protect you on your journey."
Amos smiled and decided to make a small pun to lighten the mood. You never know if these people won't accept the blessing. "As one would say while drinking. Down the hatch!"
With that, Amos ducked into the hatch and began sliding down into the underground cavern. While the slide was at a relatively low incline, the pitch darkness made the whole ordeal just that much scarier. While the incline was terrifying, it was over quickly as Amos was spat out at the other end onto a small platform nearby a lake, just in time to see two men duck out into an alleyway nearby an old, rickety underground hotel. Amos knew this had to be the place where he had been invited to by the colorful cast of characters he saw before him. He could see the all too telling looks of determination, confusion, and most of all heroism in their faces. It was a refreshing sight to see so many people looking to do good, especially when one's primary source of income attracted so many unsavory types. Truly, the loa had quite the adventure in store for Amos.
After landing on his knees with the wide brim of his straw hat shading his face from view, Amos stood up. Standing clearly exposed his tight-fitting, black muscle shirt that further accentuated his brilliantly toned physique and exposed portions of his tattoo as well as his dark gray jeans. He looked around at the people nearby and noticed that some of them were staring at him. Amos didn't notice malice in their eyes and, thus, he decided in this moment that the best way to get acquainted with these people was to introduce himself.
Speaking clearly in his token Haitian accent, Amos tipped his broad-brimmed straw hat and tapped his cane on the floor of the cave. "Hello everybody! Sorry I'm late. People in the business of superheroing call me Legba. It's a pleasure to meet you all."
Lahire noticed yet another face drop through the hatch. He wasn't sure who or what he did, but it was clearly a guy. Assuming he was just a late one, he didn't seem to care much. It wasn't long before Lahire disappeared with a black splash-like effect. (Inhert Zero Shift. Z.O.E) He didn't want to risk any sort of unnecessary fails on his part, so ZSing would be the easiest way to avoid that. He reformed a ways off from the main group, staring at them. He walked back over, noticing the paint can in the new girl's hand. 'Does she plan to do some graffiti? That'd be kinda cool.'
The man from earlier had introduced himself as Legba, which was probably just an alias. That's what anyone would assume from how he worded his sentence. He was obviously into keeping his physique at top condition, or at least it seemed like it. 'Maybe he's your everyday super strength...'
"So... Now what? Kinda waiting for some groundbreaking exposition dealing with what exactly this place is..."
Half full? Half empty? Something else altogether? You decide.
Jack felt the mana swarm around him.
"Channel....."
He felt all of his life slowly slip away, leaving him barely alive, turning the mana swarming his hands to grow infinitely, swirling himself with ridiculous amounts of mana.
"Dark Ritual....."
He felt even more mana, the very ground he stood on dark black with power.
"FIREBALL!"
All of this mana was focused into one huge ball of energy, spent spiraling at his opponent.
His opponent chuckled, seemingly unfazed by the imminent destruction.
"Misdirection?"
Blue power swirling around his opponent, it seemed as if Jack was to be outsmarted.
"Heh, you think I didn't think of that? Force of will!"
Shocked, the opponent's mana disappeared just as it had appeared, mearly by a few thoughts on Jack's part. The fireball exploded, easily scorching the opponent alive.
"Simulation end."
Jack smiled, taking off his oculus-like googles, and removing the suit that had surrounded him. He removed his deck of cards from the container they had been put in, dusting off his sleeves.
"You're pretty good, but I don't think vintage is the format for you."
Jack turned to his friend, who was also smiling. His friend's British voice poured into the room, overjoyed.
"The fact that I even got to play virtual MtG is enough man. You're insane!"
"It took very long to make. I'm not insane, just patient."
Both of them bantered back and forth for a while, before Jack checked his watch - not really anything like a watch, but it was on his wrist and told time, didn't it?
"I'm so sorry Russel, but I have to go. Talk to you later, okay?"
Russel was ever so slightly dissapointed, and his voice betrayed this.
"Sure man, any time."
Jack pressed a few buttons on his watch, and the man dissappeared, having been successfully teleported back to his home. It only took a few more buttons before Jack was in front of the bar, dressed in a suit and tie, a white dress shirt, and black khakis. He had bullet proof armor under this, and several gadgets, but all were rather well hidden. It was near impossible to tell that he had anything other then clothes on.
Walking up to the waiter, Jack asked where the group he was invited to would be held.
"I heard they were supposed to be meeting here?"
Percy pointed down the still open shaft.
Rei and Vincent return.
Rei looks at everyone who has arrived. "Welcome to Casa Del Rei. I found this when I first got to town. I met with Percy and he said no one was using it, so I took this place for my own. Well, make yourselves comfy. There is the hotel where I live. There are a couple buildings that are around here you can stay in. Make it your home."
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Jack walks down, coming in at about the same time as Rei and Vincent. After quickly greeting everyone, Jack commented on their offer, his voice curious.
"I really appreciate the offer, but I have a house I'm already rather comfortable with. Do you wish to have us all close in case of a mission? Why not just use some sort of communication device that works off thought instead of moving everyone?"
Rei sighed. "I would rather have everyone in the same city at least with easy means of location. If you need to live in your house, this can be like a hotel." Rei points at the beat up old hotel building. "But if you live in town, then yes you may commute from home."
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Jack hesitated after hearing his next point.
"W-well...I hate to upset you, but wouldn't all of us in the same place make us easier to attack by outside forces? If someone catches us by surprise or defeats our defenses, I think all of us being together would be a downside. If transportation is an jddue, or communication, I'm sure I could be of service. Maybe only meet in the hotel when we need to do something important?"