Trinity Universe: Masked Men

[Heritage]

When he reaches the doorway to the stairs, he turns around and says to the only rational man left standing

"Whistler. Meet me at Chambers street subway station. One hour."

Then he heads outside and disappears into the night...

The Whistler nods.

Agreed.

He moves to White Dragon's side.

If you're not going to fight, let me get you to a hospital - I have a car nearby.

[Prince of Boredom]

"I told ya' before, I ain't about ta' let no hooded freak walk away with my girl. With me she's protected, like she was tonight. Back in Chinatown she's a target fer th' Tongs, & any other bums who'd want ta' lay their grubbies on her. No-where in this city is 'safe' - but she's safer with me than with most. Mei Mei stays, it's what she wants, & I ain't gonna' let ya' take her. Now get outta here, before I really get mad..."

Bai Long meets Vito's gaze, through blood and tears, "Your threats mean nothing to me, criminal. I will allow Mei Mei to stay with you, only because she has made that choice, but never forget that I am watching you and if she is harmed, the same will befall you."

If you're not going to fight, let me get you to a hospital - I have a car nearby.

He turns to the Whistler, "Thank you friend..." and follows him outside.

[Heritage]

[bai Long] turns to the Whistler, "Thank you friend..." and follows him outside.

Once he has helped White Dragon back out into the nightclub proper, the Whistler pauses.

One moment - let me see how bad it is.

Making sure his wounded charge can't see where he's looking, Whistler signals Polly with a quick toss of the head to meet them outside.

Hmm...it looks bad, but I know you're strong. Here, let me help you.

[ProfPotts]

"Your threats mean nothing to me, criminal. I will allow Mei Mei to stay with you, only because she has made that choice, but never forget that I am watching you and if she is harmed, the same will befall you."

From Vito's unchanging resolute expression it appears as if the White Dragon's threats means equally little to him.

As the last of the vigillantes exits the club, the owner rushes to gather his love in his arms, quietly slipping the rolls of dimes back into his pockets as he goes. For a moment the couple share a close embrace, Mei Mei's fears falling away in her lover's strong arms. The young Asian woman fails to notice the look of concern that Vito allows to cross his face as he surveys the damage to the club, & the bodies that are the soul remains of the night's battle. Something, Vito realises, has been unbalanced in the city's underworld. Tonight's violence was but the first rumblings of the storm to come, the opening volleys of all-out war. The gangs would be, even now, gathering allies & plotting strategies of brutality & murder. But what of the various masked men who had chosen to take a hand? Were they harbingers of justice, or was their presence just fuel for the flames of carnage?

Reluctantly releasing his grip on Mei Mei, Vito gathers the candlestick telephone from where it was knocked off his desk & starts to dial...

End of Act One

[in the interval the PCs can get on with their various activities - just post what your characters are doing next. Once everyone has posted, I'll introduce act two - the penthouse at the Monolith hotel.]

[Asbjørn]

Sparks rain from the tunnel ceiling, illuminating the badly lit platform as the subway train pulls away from Chambers Street Station. There are not many people about this late at night, and even fewer notice or pay any attention to the man waiting in one of the darker corners. The nearest lamps have gone out, leaving him almost in the dark and only a very observant or curious passerby would notice that the man's face is concealed not only by the poor lighting and the shadow of his hat, but also by a dark opera mask.

The Watchman has been waiting there for only a few minutes. It never pays to be too early for an appointment...

Checking his wristwatch he scans the platforms again

We'll see then, Whistler. Are you a punctual man? Two minutes till the hour's out. I'll give you about three minutes more, and then I'll let chance decide if we run into each other again...

[Heritage]

I think your watch is fast.

That hollow funereal voice, right behind him! Below his mask, the Whistler is grinning.

Sorry, friend - competing auras of mystery, and all that. ::biggrin

[Asbjørn]

"Heh. Probably the most important reason none of us have teamed up before..."

The Watchman turns around to face the man he was waiting for, a brief smile on his face. Gone is the tuxedo, the sideburns and moustache, the dark glasses and the texan accent heard earlier at Giovanni's. The tall man in front of the Whistler is dressed in a plain, dark grey suit and sounds like a native New Yorker.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Whistler. Not too hurt by the gunshots earlier, I see? I was a little busy at the time, but I guess nobody could help noticing you going down. I thougt you were a gonner for sure. I'm glad I was wrong."

Moving around the Whistler so he can face him and keep an eye on the surroundings at the same time, the Watchman continues

"Do you believe in fate, Whistler? I don't. But I think it was a lucky coincidence that brought us all to Giovanni's tonight. Think about it. You, me, White Dragon... and that woman, Black Lotus. Not to mention the guy with the blades, the Viking. You know any of them from earlier?"

[Archer21]

Grinning in return at Cynthia's wink, Ulf memorizes the appearance of her horseless carriage...*Automobile.*, he mentally corrects himself, then turns to Kettles. "Friend, we shall take the maiden to a safe place, then you and I return home. I have many questions for you about the events tonight, and the people involved. Your teaching has helped tremendously, but there were details of speech I did not understand."

Soon enough, the unlikely pair have escorted the poor girl to her own home; then made their way back to Kettle's comfortable brick townhome. Pensive during the entire ride, Ulf sets his armor and leathers near the fireplace to dry out, then collapses into an armchair. Scratching at his chin, he stops, irritably remembering he had shaved his beard at Kettle's advice.

Frowning slightly, he glances at his only friend in this realm. The frown relaxes, replaced by a thoughtful look. Unwilling to wrap his tongue around the words of English at the moment, he stubbornly sticks to his own language. "Tonight's happenings weigh heavily on my mind, scholar. Such a gathering of wrong-doers is bound to attract the attention of those who seek justice, but why did only the masked ones appear? There were none of this city's appointed protectors, no officials." Abruptly, he stands and begins to pace, then, just as abruptly stops and sits again. "Let us replay the events at the gathering together. I wish to better understand all that was said, and to know your perspective of what happened."

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After an extended conversation with the Professor(with a few ribald comments about Cynthia thrown in), Ulf' is satisfied with his understanding of what happened at the club. Thanking his friend for the help, he strips out of his tuxedo and starts changing into his now-dry Viking apparel. "I am heading out, Kettles. I wish to visit this Eckhardt. I think it will be an interesting conversation. By the way, where is this 'Monolith'?"

[Heritage]

"Heh. Probably the most important reason none of us have teamed up before..."

Whistler nods.

True enough.

The Watchman turns around to face the man he was waiting for, a brief smile on his face. Gone is the tuxedo, the sideburns and moustache, the dark glasses and the texan accent heard earlier at Giovanni's. The tall man in front of the Whistler is dressed in a plain, dark grey suit and sounds like a native New Yorker.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Whistler. Not too hurt by the gunshots earlier, I see? I was a little busy at the time, but I guess nobody could help noticing you going down. I thougt you were a gonner for sure. I'm glad I was wrong."

The masked man chuckles.

I appreciate your concern; I would have been a goner, if I hadn't been wearing a tux lined with chainmail. I think it slowed me down a bit as well, but it was worth it. It's a pleasure to meet you as well; what name do you go by?

Moving around the Whistler so he can face him and keep an eye on the surroundings at the same time, the Watchman continues

"Do you believe in fate, Whistler? I don't. But I think it was a lucky coincidence that brought us all to Giovanni's tonight. Think about it. You, me, White Dragon... and that woman, Black Lotus. Not to mention the guy with the blades, the Viking. You know any of them from earlier?"

Whistler strokes his chin thoughfully.

A few years ago if you'd asked me about fate, I would also say no, but now...I'm not so sure. I've seen far too many remarkable things to discount anything, I suppose. For me, it was the first time encounter with any of them, except the Viking - I'd met him earlier that same evening, when I came upon him rescuing the lovely blonde he had with him at the club. The man is one of the fiercest fighters I've ever encountered, though I imagine White Dragon might give him a run for his money.

He stops and holds up his hands.

Not to discount your fighting prowess, friend ::biggrin

[Asbjørn]

The masked man chuckles.

I appreciate your concern; I would have been a goner, if I hadn't been wearing a tux lined with chainmail. I think it slowed me down a bit as well, but it was worth it. It's a pleasure to meet you as well; what name do you go by?

"The papers call me the Watchman. It's a good name, really. After all, it's what I do..."

Whistler strokes his chin thoughfully.

A few years ago if you'd asked me about fate, I would also say no, but now...I'm not so sure. I've seen far too many remarkable things to discount anything, I suppose. For me, it was the first time encounter with any of them, except the Viking - I'd met him earlier that same evening, when I came upon him rescuing the lovely blonde he had with him at the club. The man is one of the fiercest fighters I've ever encountered, though I imagine White Dragon might give him a run for his money.

The Watchman nods his agreement to the evaluation.

He stops and holds up his hands.

Not to discount your fighting prowess, friend ::biggrin

"No offense taken, pal. I can handle myself well enough, but if rumours are to be believed I wouldn't get in White Dragon's way. Or between him and the Viking, if he is as dangerous as you say. There are other ways."

"But fate or coincidence, we were all there. And we've seen a new power announce itself. One who had the balls, influence and resources to gather people from all the gangs in one place and kill them off, all the time keeping the cops away."

"Eckhardt. I've got a feeling we'll be hearing that name a lot in the future."

"I'm gonna do a bit of research on the new kid in town - like I'm sure you will as well. He's bound to have more than a few more cards up his sleeve, so it wouldn't hurt to pool our resources on this. Which is why I asked you to meet me, of course. What do you think?"

[tooho]

The skiny figure huddles down in her wool jacket as she hurries through the dark streets. Her black hair is pulled back in an intricate braid accentuating her young face's beauty. Her slanted eyes carefully eye the streetwalkers and lights on huddle figure no bigger than herself.

"Got any loose change miss?" The shivering figure calls out. Without pausing, she drops a few bills into his grubby hands. He pockets it quickly and flashes her a wink, as the small note slides into his back pocket. "Ah, thank ya, miss!"

Treading quickly across town, choosing to travel under her own steam rather than grab a taxicab, she works her way quickly to a tall brownstone townhouse. Knocking quickly, she relaxes as the stately butler opens the door.

"Ms. Okayama, the master is in the den. Supper will be served at your convenience. We were sorry you could not join us earlier."

"Thank you, Benson. I was held up. Please tell Beatrice, that next time I am invited to eat her delicious fare, I will not be tardy."

"Yes, ma'am." The distinguished white haired servant carefully heads back to the kitchens.

Smiling as she removes her gloves and places them in their usual place, she quietly glides into the den and up to the armchair where the barrister looked over the scattered contracts littering its surface. The fire light glints off his elegant attire adding its golden tone to his auburn hair and green eyes.

"You're late."

"Michael-san, I could have been much later before you missed me." Leaning back he smiles. "Michael, could u do me a favor? I need to find out anything you know about a character named Viktor Eckhardt. Don't bother asking me why, Michael. I'm not going to say." Squinting at her for a moment, he nods then turns to the phone and begins his own investigation into Eckhardt.

*Between the two of them, they should give me enough to be prepared. Mr. Eckhardt really should have been more truthful. I hate lies. *sigh* Besides, it'll will be interesting to see the others again. I'd love to know their reasons for taking up their weapons to fight for justice.*

[ezekiel]

Cynthia was on the floor doing a perfect split...

*I hope Al's doing alright with the suit, it's got to be ready in time...*

She got up and raised her left foot by her head, ballet style...

*I've got to be careful at the hotel, this won't be just some goons*

Gracefully, the red-haired beauty started doing backflips across the floor up to a big sand bag.

"dóigh! "

Her hands scrape across the sandbag followed by a swift kick..

*They're going to have ice-weapons...ice...ice is cold...strong...*

She does a slow cartwheel then flips towards a huge block of ice set on a pedestal in the middle of the room. She stops a few meters in front of the block.

*Ice is strong...but it has weaknesses.*

"aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!"

Cracks appear on the block as her voice raises. When she reaches her peak, the block shatters and falls in pieces to the ground.

*I'm ready for you Eckhardt!*

[Heritage]

"Eckhardt. I've got a feeling we'll be hearing that name a lot in the future."

"I'm gonna do a bit of research on the new kid in town - like I'm sure you will as well. He's bound to have more than a few more cards up his sleeve, so it wouldn't hurt to pool our resources on this. Which is why I asked you to meet me, of course. What do you think?"

I agree. Initially, I'd been concerned about this 'Bowman' character shooting people in our town, but Eckhardt does seem to be the greater threat at this point; it might take the resources of many to find out his true agenda, and the source of his terrifying power.

Whistler pauses.

I have....an associate that works with me, utterly reliable and trustworthy, believe me, but if that's an issue, let me know right now.

[Prince of Boredom]

Alexander Stephens slowly stepped out of the taxi, handed the driver a twenty and headed into his small shop in Chinatown. He could still feel the pain of the gunshot wounds that, until recently, he had feared would be fatal. He was just lucky that The Whistler had been able to drop him off at the city hospital and (having removed his hood and tell-tale gee) they had bought his story of just being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Next to the cash register was the same newspaper he'd been reading what seemd to be ages ago, with the name "The Bowman" still circled. He again read through the article, and wondered if any of the other vigilantes mentioned had been present at the club.

Then he remebered something he'd heard the Whistler say as he was drifting in and out of conciousness on his way to the hospital... Ekhardt... the Monolith

Not exactly sure what it meant, but knowing that it was where fate had decided he would travel next, Alexander again donned his hood and gee, and again became Bai Long, the White Dragon.

[ProfPotts]

The magnificent hotel Monolith stands like a beacon in the dark of the New York night. Whilst moon & star light fight a losing battle with the glare of the city’s numerous electric lamps, the floodlit Monolith stands like a proud sentinel of the modern age; clean lines, white stone and gilded trim proclaiming the finest achievements of man’s architecture. Although the building towers above many of its neighbours, it is also wide enough that it gives an impression of its solid standing-stone namesake, rather than the needle-like shaft of even taller constructs such as the Masters Building. A heavy snowfall tries its best to mask the mighty structure, but only serves to cast an ephemeral aura around the place, adding to its overall dramatic impact.

At the foot of the Monolith cars glide warily over the slush-covered roads, whilst pedestrians huddle into their overcoats & pull their hats firmly onto their heads as they rush as best they can across the freshly laid snow covering the sidewalks, & steam drifts up from the grates in the street. Only the most expensive cars draw to a halt in front of the hotel, & only the best dressed patrons enter, the doorman, all gold brocade & peaked cap, rushing to aid the upper-class guests. Heat & light floods from the hotel’s lobby, the columns & pillars masterwork art based on the styles of the ancient classical cultures, the trim polished brass, the carpets deep, plush, & a dark shade of red. Strategically placed plants add a touch of greenery, and uniformed bell boys hop to & fro carrying luggage or messages. The restaurant, one of the city’s finest, is crowded with well-to-do guests & their equally rich friends, as waiters waltz & glide between the tables serving meals that cost more than most families spend on food in a month.

Moving up the hotel, following those clean vertical lines, to where the structure tapers, then further up still, past the progressive, ever smaller, layers of the ziggurat-like structure, we find the uppermost shrine of this temple to modern high culture: the penthouse. With a circular design, in counterpoint to the rectangular design of the rest of the hotel, the penthouse is surrounded by its own private rooftop gardens, with a view that overlooks vast stretches of the city below. The penthouse itself appears to be constructed of brass & glass, reminiscent of an ornate greenhouse. Passing through one of the many windows we find an indoor, heated, swimming-pool; a comfortable lounge with padded leather chairs & a roaring open fire; a games room complete with pool table; several bedrooms, each with four-poster beds; a dining room; a ball room; a library; a study; & all the other necessities a gentleman might require.

Viktor Eckhardt stands watching the fire, the dancing flames reflecting across his pale skin & platinum-blonde hair. Clad in a suit more casual than his usual attire, topped with a silver-grey smoking jacket, he allows himself a small smile as he inhales deeply from the cigar he’s smoking – a habit he’s picked-up from his time in the States. His trusty diamond-topped cane in his other hand, the pale man appears to feel no discomfort from his close proximity to the fire. Viktor’s thoughts are interrupted as a figure glides quietly out of one of the bedrooms. He glances up to confirm that it’s Glisten, the attractive blonde’s shapely form barely concealed behind a grey silk dressing-gown. As she approaches he turns back to the fire,

“How is she?” the question is genuine but, as usual, Eckhardt’s voice betrays little emotion. The blonde beauty wraps her arms around herself in an unconscious gesture against her boss’s cool persona, but answers softly,

“She’s resting, boss. She’ll be okay. Not like the others…”

Viktor turns at the tone in her voice, his ice-blue eyes seeking out, & pining, her own gaze,

“It was an unfortunate business, but it couldn’t be helped. You all knew the dangers when you joined us. Their deaths were for a higher cause.”

For long moments Glisten seems transfixed by her boss’s stare, then he again turns towards the fire. As if released from his hold, she again shivers, & wraps her arms tighter around herself, as she drops her stare to the floor,

“I know… It’s just that… Those men, they were so brutal… Are they really?..” She trails off. Viktor allows himself a sigh, takes a moment to finish his cigar, then throws the stub into the flames, before turning & moving over to the young woman’s side. He holds her shoulders firmly, at arms length,

“Look at me,” Glisten complies, “they are the ones. You saw what they could do. Some may be allies, whilst other enemies, but whatever their roles, they are important to us. Right now they are unfocused, driven by individual wants & needs, but you know the impact they’ve already had on this city. Together… well, together they’d be a great force. How that force is directed will decide the fates of many. You know what is coming, I know you understand how important our work is.”

Slowly Glisten nods. Viktor gifts her with a rare small smile, then enfolds her in his strong arms. Moments later & the couple are sharing a deep kiss, but before long Viktor breaks the embrace. Noting Glisten’s frustration he gently shakes his head,

“Later. Work first. They are coming… It’s their fate & ours.”

Reluctantly the young woman again nods, then slips away. Viktor watches her go, then again sighs & shakes his head. With a confirming glance at the brass & crystal clock above the mantel he quickly moves over to arrange seven glasses on the small mahogany table near the fire, along with the decanter. Task complete, he returns to the fire to wait. It wouldn’t be long now…

[Asbjørn]

I agree. Initially, I'd been concerned about this 'Bowman' character shooting people in our town, but Eckhardt does seem to be the greater threat at this point; it might take the resources of many to find out his true agenda, and the source of his terrifying power.

"You don't have to give up on the bowman just yet.", the Watchman smiles. ::sly

"Word is Echardt is the one who's been ordering these hits lately. I can't imagine they'd cut short their cooperation just because we entered the picture..."

I have....an associate that works with me, utterly reliable and trustworthy, believe me, but if that's an issue, let me know right now.

"No problem."

"This associate wouldn't happen to be of a scientific bent, would he? Someone should look into Eckhardt's weaponry, but I don't know anyone with that kind of cutting edge knowhow..."

"Anyway: If you need to get in touch with me, leave me a message here."

He kneels down and removes a loose tile in the corner floor, exposing a small compartment underneath.

[Archer21]

As the doorman lets his imagination drift to thoughts of hot coffee and his warm wife waiting at home, out of the snow-frosted air steps a figure of ancient times. Strangely dressed in furs and leather armor, belt adorned with long knives, he materializes as if an illusion come to life.

Nodding politely to the uniformed servant, the Viking stops, waiting patiently for the man to open the door. After a moment's pause, as the doorman stands shocked, Ulf' shakes his head ruefully. Patting the man on the shoulder in a friendly fashion, he opens the door himself and strolls into the extravagant lobby.

Stopping in wonder, he places fists on hips and lets out a slow whistle as he looks around. Catching sight of a rather beautiful woman in a low-cut gown, he grins appreciatively at her as he throws her a wink on his way to the front desk.

Leaning forward on the counter, he strips off his leather gloves, tucking them behind his belt before beckoning to the concierge with a crooked finger. As the man approaches, Ulf' leans in conspiratorially. "Eckhardt."

[tooho]

The shiny black car stops slowly at the curb. The hulking driver slides quietly out of the car and quickly darts around the car to open the door. A beautiful Asian woman steps out and carefully pulls her fur hood up over her intricately styled hair. Her red silk dress clings lovingly to her dimunitive frame as she ducks her head politely to the door man and smiles as the driver totes her trunk into the lobby.

Looking around curiously, her eyes light up at the beautifully coifed and dressed men and women bustling about in the brilliant lobby. She grins as a young bellboy runs up to load her trunk on a cart. Letting her wrap drop off a shoulder, she walks to the front desk.

"Yes, miss. How may I help you?"

"Reservation for Okayama. Room with a view please. I wish to enjoy the splendor of your hotel from up above." ::bigsmile

*Hurry, little man.. I have to change and load before I head up. Hmm... I'll have to return sometime with Michael. Its so.. beautiful. How they can dance and eat so happily with violence and disease so nearby, I will never understand. Smile.. remember, be happy.. You can do this, Ayame. Its necessary to figure out what his role is in the city.*

She smiles and winks at the man staring at her across the room and turns quickly to follow the bellboy as her smile falters and the sheer determination driving her leaks through her false bravado. ::sly

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[ProfPotts]

The Viking's entrance into the exclusive establishment does, indeed, turn heads & set upper-class tongues wagging in quickly exchanged astonished whispers ::blink !

"Eckhardt."

Even as bellboys & guests hurry out of the strangely garbed man's way, the concierge approaches without even the slightest hint that anything is out of place. Dressed in an immaculate suit, the tall, thin, man's only outward reaction to Ulf's outlandish dress is a single raised eyebrow. In response to the Viking's speaking the name of one of his guests, the man calmly opens a large leather-bound book & runs a finger down a list of names. Again accenting his words with only the single raised eyebrow, the concierge the inquires of the Norseman,

"And you are, sir?"

Miss Okayama, meanwhile, attracts her own share of looks from the crowd, but of an altogether different sort - after all, the members of society present are the types to appreciate obvious beauty & refinement!

She is served quickly & efficiently, & soon escorted to an impressively luxurious suite of rooms on one of the very uppermost floors of the hotel. The en-suite bathroom is marble with gold fittings, the bedroom sports a four-poster with silk sheets, & the living room has expensive leather furniture &, as requested, an absolutely magnificent view of the city - the host of twinkling lights, blankets of white snow, & fresh fall of new flakes are enough to take anyone's breath away.

Before he leaves, the bellboy asks if the lady requires anything else.

[Archer21]

"And you are, sir?"

Ulf' raises an eyebrow as well, suprised by the man's nonplussed demeanor. Grinning, he simply says, "Viking."

[tooho]

Before he leaves, the bellboy asks if the lady requires anything else.

"No, thank you, young man." Noticing his slight pause she quickly tosses him a shiny coin mimicking the jaunty grin she'd always seen Michael give servants and retainers. ::biggrin

After he leaves and she quickly locks the door, she takes a moment to take in her surroundings, running her hand over the silken sheets and taking a moment to sit on the leather couch and view the magnificent scene before her.

"My goodness, this is what I fight for.. this beauty and seemingly peaceful city. *Sigh* I'd give anything to share this with them.. this moment, this serenity."

Turning reluctantly to her trunk, she wipes away her tears and quickly unlocks it. The lid thumps back quietly opening to reveal the costume of the Black Lotus.

"Time to answer some questions. If I do not have atleast a few by morning, someone shall be visiting their ancestors on the new dawn." Quietly and efficiently Ayame Okayama sheds her silken coccoon and becomes the masked vigilante, Black Lotus, once again.

[ezekiel]

Gargoyles survey the city from atop a skyrise near the monolith. A lone figure stands on the edge of the building, arms crossed, holding on to her own shoulders comfortingly as she looks down at the city life. Abruptly the figure shakes the snow off of herself and jumps! The snow made flying difficult but all she had to do was reach the Monolith...and climb...

[Heritage]

"You don't have to give up on the bowman just yet.", the Watchman smiles.

"Word is Echardt is the one who's been ordering these hits lately. I can't imagine they'd cut short their cooperation just because we entered the picture..."

The Whistler grins.

I love it when cases dovetail nicely, don't you?

"No problem."

"This associate wouldn't happen to be of a scientific bent, would he? Someone should look into Eckhardt's weaponry, but I don't know anyone with that kind of cutting edge knowhow..."

Whistler laughs.

Not really, though she is invaluable in other ways. Will we be seeing you at the Monolith?

"Anyway: If you need to get in touch with me, leave me a message here."

He kneels down and removes a loose tile in the corner floor, exposing a small compartment underneath.

The masked vigilante nods.

An elegant system that I'll be sure to use. I also have a special drop spot-

He scribbles down an address.

The building is vacant, but I check the mailbox frequently.

[Prince of Boredom]

Perched atop the fire escape of a nearby building, Bai Long calmly inspects the grandeur, splendor and decadence of the Monolith Hotel, watching patrons and employees enter and exit, taking care to notice any side or service entrances into the building.

*Whistler mentioned something about the Penthouse, that's usually on the top floor...* His eyes slowly move up the massive structure, carefully examining the exterior for possible footholds should he need to scale the building.

Bai Long's eyes finally rest on the circular design of the top floor, *Hmm, that must be it...*

<spending plenty of time examining the building to determine if he could climb his way up to the top>

[Asbjørn]

Will we be seeing you at the Monolith?

"You just might..."

He scribbles down an address.

The building is vacant, but I check the mailbox frequently.

"Good."

Replacing the tile he stands and takes the note, putting it in his pocket.

"I'll see you round, then..."

With his last words he nods to the Whistler and leaves for the streets above.

Later...

Hardly anyone in the lobby of the Monolith pays any attention to the elderly man in the worn trenchcoat approaching the counter. He smells strongly of cigarettes as he leans over the desk and waves the concierge closer.

Flashing a badge to the clerk, the man coughs and clears his voice

"Anderson, Fire Department. We've had an anonymous tip about the condition of your fire escapes, and I'm here for an inspection."

Looking over his shoulder briefly he lowers his voice and leans closer.

"Now, I'm sure there's nothing to it, but you don't want any of your guests to get the notion this building is a fire trap, do you? I thought so. So why don't you and me just take a look around real quiet-like, and we'll settle this matter in no time."

[ProfPotts]

In the lobby...

"Viking."

"Yes," agrees the concierge, "of course you are."

Very deliberately the man looks down the list of names, flips over the page & checks that, then flips back. Finally he firmly closes the book & looks up at Ulf',

"I'm sorry sir, you don't appear to be on the list. I'll have to ask you to leave."

Upstairs...

"No, thank you, young man."

Catching the offered coin the young man smiles, tips his hat, then quickly exits the room.

Soon enough, Black Lotus is ready for action.

Outside...

The Banshee leaps from the top of a building, at first dipping low, then managing to catch what little thermals the weather allows, & spiraling up - heading for the roof of the grand hotel.

Landing lightly on the snow-covered grass of the penthouse's rooftop garden she thinks, just for a moment, that she's been surrounded! Then, between the moon- & star-light, & the glare from within the brass & glass structure she's next to, the female vigilante realises that the figures all around her are statues - sculptures of ice! Further inspection reveals a dozen such sculpures, each life-sized & exquistite in it's beauty & detail. One statue in particular catches her attention - the subject is a nude female angel with magnificent swan-like wings, yet it is the face that causes her to stop in her tracks - the statue shares the stunning likeness of Cynthia Lewis!

"Magnificent." The comment comes from behind the vigillante. Turning she finds Eckhardt himself, standing in the glass doorway to the penthouse, clad in a smoking jacket, with a filled liqueur glass in one hand, his diamond-topped cane in the other. His face is as void of expression as always, as he calmly casts an eye over the vigillante's unusual costume. Proffering the glass he says,

"Please, do come in out of the cold. I've been expecting you."

Elsewhere...

The White Dragon surveys the hotel. It's a large building, but he's sure he could climb it at full health. In his present state, however, he's unsure that it'd be a wise feat to attempt.

Back in the lobby...

At the 'old man's' summons the concierge steps away from the Viking for a moment...

"Anderson, Fire Department. We've had an anonymous tip about the condition of your fire escapes, and I'm here for an inspection... Now, I'm sure there's nothing to it, but you don't want any of your guests to get the notion this building is a fire trap, do you? I thought so. So why don't you and me just take a look around real quiet-like, and we'll settle this matter in no time."

The well-dressed hotel employee raises an eyebrow,

"This is unusal - we've already been inspected this month. Still, we at the Monolith always co-operate with the authorities, so if you'd just show me that badge again I can telephone your department to check you're meant to be here - procedure, I'm sure you understand - & then I'll gladly be at your service, Mr Anderson." ::sly

[tooho]

*Guns.. no guns.. guns.. no guns.* Looking sadly at gun belt and shotgun in the trunk, Black Lotus makes her decision and leaves her weapons.

"I've no reason to cause harm, yet. Maybe, I'll not need you, my trusted friends."

Lotus walks quickly to the elevator. Sliding her hands nervously along her thighs occasionally she looks a little vulnerable. ::confused

She keeps her head down as she rides up to the Penthouse.

"I wonder if he's feeling hospitipal." ::blush

[Archer21]

"Yes," agrees the concierge, "of course you are."

Very deliberately the man looks down the list of names, flips over the page & checks that, then flips back. Finally he firmly closes the book & looks up at Ulf',

"I'm sorry sir, you don't appear to be on the list. I'll have to ask you to leave

."

Ulf' very deliberately rolls his eyes at the stuffy, pompous man.

At the 'old man's' summons the concierge steps away from the Viking for a moment...

Taking his cue, the Viking quietly and quickly moves towards the stairwell door.

[Asbjørn]

The well-dressed hotel employee raises an eyebrow,

"This is unusal - we've already been inspected this month. Still, we at the Monolith always co-operate with the authorities, so if you'd just show me that badge again I can telephone your department to check you're meant to be here - procedure, I'm sure you understand - & then I'll gladly be at your service, Mr Anderson." ::sly

'Mr Anderson' grins a sly grin at the concierge's words.

"Yeah, there was an inspection..." ::sly

His reply is interrupted by a short but violent coughing fit that catches the nearby guests' attention - and sends a small shower of spittle the concierge's way. When he continues his voice grows steadily louder, emphasizing central words.

"You see... That fire inspector has since come under investigation. Seems someone was a little sloppy with their security and figured a few extra bucks in his pocket would do the trick. Didn't help him much... He's been arrested, and he's been giving out names. Maybe even yours, hmm...?" ::devil

His voice turns angrier as he straightens up and stares the annoying clerk square in the eye.

"Look, pal. You think I'm stupid? You think I don't know what you're doing? You're trying to stall me to give your accomplices time to hide the fact that some of these floors are veritable death traps. Well, it ain't gonna work. You're coming with me right now!" ::angry

He holds his gaze for a few moments - daring him to protest further - then heads for the stairs.

[ezekiel]

One statue in particular catches her attention - the subject is a nude female angel with magnificent swan-like wings, yet it is the face that causes her to stop in her tracks - the statue shares the stunning likeness of Cynthia Lewis!

The Banshee observes the statue

*It doesn't mean anything, you're famous, remember?*

"Magnificent."

The Banshee twists around, cable thick hair snapping around her shoulders as she tries to hide her surprise

The comment comes from behind the vigillante. Turning she finds Eckhardt himself, standing in the glass doorway to the penthouse, clad in a smoking jacket, with a filled liqueur glass in one hand, his diamond-topped cane in the other. His face is as void of expression as always, as he calmly casts an eye over the vigillante's unusual costume. Proffering the glass he says,

"Please, do come in out of the cold. I've been expecting you."

The dark vigilante speaks with an ominous disembodied voice

"Mise Banshee...C'ainm atá ort?" Dunno if he speaks Gaeilge but: I'm Banshee, and you are?

If he doesn't answer...

"What do you want...most men would arm themselves if they were expecting me."

[Heritage]

Karl Berastro enters the hotel lobby, accompanied by a handsome young young man who appears a little uncomfortable in his tailored suit and jacket. Both carry large suitcases. Before they reach the front desk, Karl leans over to the lad.

I know this seems silly, Polly, but I think it might raise a few eyebrows if we checked into a room together - there's no point in booking a suite if we might not even stay the night.

As they approach the concierge, Karl is amused to see the Viking slip across the lobby in his full warrior's outfit; moving up alongside the 'fire inspector', he makes as much noise as possible to aid in the Norseman's manouver.

Pardon me, sir, and grettings to one and all! I'm Karl Berastro, the noted conjurer, and this fine young fellow is my nephew Paulie. I've reserved a room for him upstairs? It would be under my name, or possibly just 'Amazing'.

Karl winks and turns to 'Paulie'.

First time in Manhattan! Looks a lot different from this side of the river, huh, Paulie?

He delivers a light mock-punch across the 'lad's' chin, and chuckles like a rich uncle.

[Prince of Boredom]

Elsewhere...

The White Dragon surveys the hotel. It's a large building, but he's sure he could climb it at full health. In his present state, however, he's unsure that it'd be a wise feat to attempt.

Standing up from his crouched position, The White Dragon alllows himself a slight wince as he feels the pain of his recent injuries. Realizing the futility of climbing directly to the penthouse of the great hotel, his eyes scan down the building, stopping on the lower floors.

(Looking for balconies on the 2nd or 3rd floor that he could climb up to, preferably one with the balcony door open ::ninja)

[ProfPotts]

Upstairs:

Black Lotus reaches the elevator without incident, but when the doors slide open, the uniformed attendent inside nearly has a heart attack! [Posh 1920's hotel, remember? ::sly ]

The attendent is a young black bellboy who's expression seems to be a mix of surprise & fear, but also of titilation at the rather scandalous nature of the heroine's tight-fitting outfit & rather nice curves... ::devil

... Finally managing to find his voice (& tear his eyes away from the lady's legs) the young lad asks nervously,

"Uh... going down, miss?.." ::halo

The Lobby:

Whilst it's not quite the same as the stealth skills he developed hunting in the wilds, the sense of the moods & motions of the world around him that the Norseman developed in those years prove to have a certain amount of universal application - taking full advantage of the distraction the 'old man' has caused, Ulfmund slips away to the stairwell, reaching it with little trouble, apparantly unnoticed. It's a long climb to the summit, but an easy one &, to be honest, Ulf' probably looks forward to the chance to scale a mountain - it's been a while.

Meanwhile, the berated concierge - still calm, but obviously disgusted - removes a handkerchief from his top pocket & wipes the spittle off his face as the 'inspector' continues his tirade. Several hotel guests turn to see what all the noise is about, & the concierge starts to raise his hand to signal to a couple of the larger bellboys...

"Look, pal. You think I'm stupid? You think I don't know what you're doing? You're trying to stall me to give your accomplices time to hide the fact that some of these floors are veritable death traps. Well, it ain't gonna work. You're coming with me right now!"

At the 'inspector's' penetrating stare the concierge freezes in place & goes several shades paler, failing to find any more words of protest. When the 'old man' heads for the stairs the well-dressed emplyee makes no move to stop him, but neither does he accompany the man - it seems as those he's still, for the moment, too unnerved to take effective action.

The Watchman reaches the stairwell just behind the Viking, but realises that the concierge is likely the type who won't let his intrusion into the hotel go unchallenged - once he's recovered from his cowed state - & may well make good on his threat to telephone the Fire Department, at the very least...

Pardon me, sir, and grettings to one and all! I'm Karl Berastro, the noted conjurer, and this fine young fellow is my nephew Paulie. I've reserved a room for him upstairs? It would be under my name, or possibly just 'Amazing'.

Berastro arrives just as the 'fire inspector' exits through the stairwell door. For a few moments the concierge does nothing but stare in the direction the man exited, then he turns to the famous conjurer - face still pale & blank. Finally the man blinks a few times ::blink , somewhat flustered as his awareness of his position comes flooding back to him, shakes his head, straightens his tie, & apologises to his new guest,

"Terribly sorry, sir... I don't know what came over me..." the man glances nervously to the stairwell door again ::lookaround , then quickly tries to cover the action by fixing his gaze on the ledger & scanning for Berastro's reservation, "... Ah, here we are sir - fifteenth floor."

The concierge waves over a bellboy to help with the luggage & locates the correct key.

First time in Manhattan! Looks a lot different from this side of the river, huh, Paulie?

'Paulie' represses a snarl as her... His! His! I meant his!.. ::lookaround 'uncle' scuffs 'his' chin,

"Yeah..." the voice has a local accent, but is high-pitched enough to cause the concierge to glance up & raise an eyebrow. 'Paulie' quickly coughs, then continues in a comically deep voice, simultaneously pressing his moustache, as if it were about to fall off, "...uh... right, 'unc'. Lots of... er... manly things to do around these parts..." The 'young man' finishes by belching loudly & scratching his crotch... ::smokin

"Right..." the well-dressed hotel employee hands over the key as the bellboy grabs the cases & leads the way to the elevator. Shaking his head as the strange couple depart, the concierge again glances towards the stairwell door, then reaches for the telephone,

"Operator? Yes, the local Fire Department please..."

The Penthouse:

"What do you want...most men would arm themselves if they were expecting me."

Eckhardt shrugs, still proffering the drink,

"I presume that 'most men' would consider you an enemy or a threat. I have no reason to do so... yet. As for what I want... Well, you must have had a reason for coming here, yes? But, as I said, do come in out of the cold & have a drink. I'm sure the others will be along soon - then I'll be happy to explain everything."

Outside:

Wincing as jolts of pain remind him that he was recently riddled with bullets, White Dragon's expert opinion on such matters tends to direct his attention away from high-up & hard to reach places, & to the kitchen entrance - at least there he'd just have to sneak in & find the employee stairs. Being stealthy, after all, is easier if one doesn't have to contend with putting undue strain on fresh bullet wounds...

[tooho]

The attendent is a young black bellboy who's expression seems to be a mix of surprise & fear, but also of titilation at the rather scandalous nature of the heroine's tight-fitting outfit & rather nice curves... 

::blush

"Penthouse, thank you." She smiles and leans in close slipping a coin into his pocket. ::wink

"You don't remember me, and I will not forget you." ::devilangel

[Heritage]

Once they make it upstairs and into the room, Karl tips the bellboy generously and closes the door.

Alright, I'll admit the mustache was a bit much - next time we'll go for a more subtle approach-

A desire to live to see the morning brings that train of thought to a screeching halt ::blink ::blush ::biggrin ::unsure

Well, um, let's get suited up; we can take the stairs up to avoid any further suspicion.

Karl stops and catches himself.

And of course, the bathroom is all yours. ::blush

Once they're both ready, the Whistler checks the hallway for witnesses, and signals Echo to follow.

[Archer21]

With a small sigh of relief that the annoying toadie hadn't stopped him, Ulf' pauses, glancing up at the dizzying height of stairs above. Chuckling to himself for a moment, he focuses, imagining in his mind the powerful hindquarters of Fenrir. Baring his teeth in a feral grin, the Viking crouches, then leaps explosively upwards!

Alighting on the railing a few landings up, Ulf' throws back his head and laughs for the joy of it. Still grinning, he starts briskly up the stairs, heading to the top floor of the immense building.

[ezekiel]

Eckhardt shrugs, still proffering the drink,

"I presume that 'most men' would consider you an enemy or a threat. I have no reason to do so... yet. As for what I want... Well, you must have had a reason for coming here, yes? But, as I said, do come in out of the cold & have a drink. I'm sure the others will be along soon - then I'll be happy to explain everything."

The Banshee approaches with a sway of her hips which would send all but the ice-man that Eckhardt is, wild. Pouting she speaks in a low voice, still distorted by the costume yet oddly sexy.

"You don't think I'm a threat?"

She takes the glass from Eckhardt in her clawed hand and raises it to her nose and sniffs

"You should..."

She releases her grip and lets the glass fall to the ground as she maintains her stare on Eckhardt and keeps talking.

"I came here to determine whether you're my best friend Eckhardt...A man who gets rid of murdering scum...or just a plague like Roman... - The Banshee shrugs - was."

Banshee starts walking past Eckhardt and stops short of walking through the door.

"Are you going to show me around or do I have to scout the place myself?"

[Prince of Boredom]

Noticing the kitchen entrance, Bai Long quietly makes his way across the street, using the long shadows cast by streetlights to hide his approach. Once he approaches the entrance, he waits for a lull in activity and silently enters the hotel.

[ProfPotts]

Elevator:

"Penthouse, thank you."

The young attendant manages to frown slightly & look serious,

"I'm sorry miss, but I'm not allowed to..."

His words trail off as he glances at the genuine silver dollar that was slipped into his pocket,

"... Holy smokes, miss! Thanks!" ::blink

"You don't remember me, and I will not forget you."

The lad breaks into a toothy grin ::biggrin , then inserts a key (kept on a chain around his neck) into the lift panel & gives it a quarter-turn clockwise. The Elevator starts to ascend,

"Sure thing miss, no problem!" ::wink

Fifteenth Floor:

And of course, the bathroom is all yours.

Not looking at all pleased with the situation, Polly stalks into the bathroom, shutting the door with a little more SLAM! than she was actually trying for. For once in her life, she says nothing... ::lookaround

... Never-the-less, a few minutes later the the dynamic [ ::rolleyes ] duo are heading up the stairs towards the penthouse...

The Stairs:

The Whistler & Echo hear an eerie laugh drift up the steps from far below - The Whistler's preternatural sense of hearing further detects the sounds of a large man not walking, but more like striding, up the stairs as if the number & height of the things were as nothing...

... Ulf' strides up the stairs as if the number & height of the things were as nothing...

... Slightly ahead of him, up the stairs, the Watchman hears the sound of the Viking's laughter...

Outside:

Managing to keep a wise thought for his wounds, even whilst blocking the worst of the pain from his mind, Bai Long easily slips past the unaware kitchen staff & enters the service stairwell. He too hears the Viking's laughter from above him...

Penthouse:

"You don't think I'm a threat?.. You should..."

Eckhardt keeps his gaze firmly on the Banshee's eyes as she drops the glass, not even revealing a moment of shock as it shatters. After a few seconds he allows his stare to flicker, for a moment, down to where the fragments glisten in the snow, before returning to study the lady vigilante's eyes,

"Violence without purpose, power without responsibility: these are some of the things I'm here to talk to you all about."

"I came here to determine whether you're my best friend Eckhardt...A man who gets rid of murdering scum...or just a plague like Roman... was."

Banshee's host again reveals no emotion as she mentions the name of the murdered mobster, merely stepping to one side to allow her entrance to his home.

"Are you going to show me around or do I have to scout the place myself?"

Entering behind the strangely attired woman, Eckhardt closes the glass & brass door against the cold (which he didn't appear to feel in any case) with a distinct 'snick' of some clever concealed latch fastening in place against the night wind. Heading over towards the fire he offers the lady a seat,

"As I said, I prefer to wait for the others. They'll be using more conventional means to storm my tower, but they'll be along shortly." ::sly

The Stairs:

As the various masked men reach the apex of the stairs [&, most likely, meet each other] they find that they [the stairs, not the masked men ::wink ] terminate short of the penthouse. It appears that only a single elevator services that floor.

The (single) Elevator:

The car reaches it's destination with a soft jolt. The doors slide open to reveal a corridor lined with mirrors that, strangely, appear positioned to allow someone standing in the elevator car to see the full length of the passage without actually emerging. Apart from the unusual wall panelling, the corridor is carpeted in plush white, & has twin crystal chandaliers brightly lighting it. At either end of the corridor appears to be a pair of mahogany doors with no visible handles or keyholes.

The bellboy waits for Black Lotus to exit the car (getting nervous if he's made to wait too long) - then the doors slide closed behind her, & the brass pointer above the elevator doorway indicates that the car has again descended.

[tooho]

"... Holy smokes, miss! Thanks!" 

"You are most welcome."

Looking down both sides of the corridor, she pats the young man's shoulder than quickly steps off. Hearing the doors of the elevator close behind her, she lightly taps the mirrored corridor wall looking down both directions. Lotus quickly makes a choice and heads to the door to the right of the elevator.

Pulling her hat down a little, she knocks lightly on the door and carefully takes a step back. "Now wouldn't it be embarrassing if no one came to answer?" ::rolleyes

Nervously rubbing her legs, she folds her arms in front of her and waits for someone to kindly open the door. ::unsure