Aberrant: Prometheans Unbound - The Inescapable Conflict

[Blue Thunder]

Prometheans Unbound, Chapter 1 - Brave New World

Branch 4 - The Inescapable Conflict

Player Characters - Leiko, The Colony, Kyle, Envy, Roach, King Cobra, James, and Jack

Setting

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Saturday night at the Blackburn Hotel in New York City.

Word of Caroline Fong's demise has spread throughout the movement, and Terats everywhere are organizing. The startled factions are calling in their followers to discuss Fong's death and how it will effect their goals.

The Blackburn is the unofficial headquarters for Nova Vigilance, but over the last year or so the Casablancas have been making headway to make it one of their major enclaves as well. Pandamonion has a strong presence due to the weekend partying, but has little power within the hotel itself. Synapse is still the undisputed master of the building; he created the Blackburn, and he runs the Blackburn. Nothing happens in the hotel if he doesn't allow it to happen.

The Blackburn holds nova-centered parties on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. Saturday night offers angry music, and the dark crowd that comes with it. The weekend parties are known for their hedonism, and any drug, sin, or vice can be purchased, sold, or traded. The decadence has been known to exceed that of the Phoenix Room at times. It provides a perfect screen to disguise every Terat's shocked reaction to

the inescapable conflict

that has just been forced upon them.

Goal

- The Prometheans have gathered to discuss recent events. The Blackburn is the perfect place since it allows the Proms the opportunity to bring other Terats and factions into their line of thinking. It also allows them to unwind after the day's hectic events; in the Blackburn, any Terat is welcome to enjoy himself, no matter how he looks or what aberrations he suffers from. Enjoying oneself is what the Blackburn's parties are about.

The Start

- The party has just begun. Narcosis has come to the Blackburn accompanied by a small entourage of Pandamonion followers. She expects to party as usual, but will use the opportunity to meet others and make allegiances for the conflict she knows will inevitably erupt. Geryon and several Nova Vigilance Terats have gathered in an underground level to plan how they'll handle the turn of events.

The two dance halls are packed tighter than usual with novas, and tension fills the air. Synapse has declared that he will be gone for the night, so he won't be responding to requests. He left no reason for his leave but isn't entitled to give one either. He has ordered that no fighting break out in his absence.

Turncoat is being held in an underground chamber and only a few know of his presence. He is conscious, though not able to escape his bindings. The Prometheans themselves have seperated throughout the hotel.

The Blackburn isn't restricted to Terats, as the club is open to any nova Jester lets through the door, and a number of baseline groupies can be found inside as well.

((You guys are free to place yourselves throughout the hotel as you see fit. Some of you may wish to help interrogate Turncoat, but I assume most of you will want to be down at the two dancefloors. The entire Blackburn is yours to explore...within reason. Your first post should at least describe where you are in the hotel.))

((Cottus and Bahamut, are your characters going to be here? If so, I'll add you to the list. Also, if any of you guys want to branch off and go somewhere else for whatever reason, bring it up in the main thread and I'll see about making another thread for you.))

[BlueNinja]

Leiko, knowing that things are going to start happening soon, retires briefly to one of the rooms, pulling a smaller bag out of her ever-present knapsack. Using the bathroom, she touches up her makeup and straightens her attire, not even realizing that she's leaving behind a mascara-self-portrait on the counter with her other hand. ((Arts and Style rolls, please. ::happy )) Thus prepared, she stuffs her meager supply back under her art supplies, hefts the bag, and descends into the beastly throng known as the Saturday Night Nova Bash. She moves through the crowd with ripples only noticed after her passing, as words heard over the music are understood. The Pandaimonion as usual are her favored targets, with several of the more poseur-type not quite forming a trail behind her. She makes sure to stop for a few words, or at least friendly greetings, with her fellow Fire-Bringers, and less open but still friendly greetings with the Casablancans and "wiser" Pandaimonion.

When she reaches a point where she will have a clear view of Geryon (or another NV member), Leiko stops, the urge to draw too strong to be delayed. She withdraws paints, picks a willing victim, and proceeds to decorate them with the image of a Monster rising triumphant. ((Arts roll again!))

[Alex Green]

Bob watched the news go over detail by detail what happened in the raid until it started to repeat and he turned it off. He considered... did he try to party with Narcosis, or try to meet with Geryon in the basement? Narcosis was easy and fun, Geryon was probably more important and was planning. Of course that would be a harder road as Geryon might not have much respect for him since he didn't come on the raid. On the other hand... on the other hand the worst that was likely to happen was he'd get kicked out and join the party.

Cannibal Bob shifted his eufiber into generic jeans and a tee-shirt saying "Cannibal Bob" and headed downstairs to congratulate Geryon and try to get a feeling for what he thought of recent events.

(Relevant Mega-Socials on)

[Centimane]

After stepping through Kyle's warp into their room at the Blackburn, James had said his hellos and made his greetings with Kyle and Eric. He had then settled briefly into a chair and watched the news with Bob, noting how his complete absence from the news footage made it confusing to watch and understand. From the perspective of the cameras it appeared as though he simply hadn't been there, which made it difficult to follow how Firefly had gone from floating healthily in the air one second, to a bloody mess piled on the pavement the next.

James lost interest before it got to their big escape though, and got up to head downstairs. As he left his eufiber shifted into a perfectly tailored, and perfectly rumpled, faded black three-piece suit. Under that was a just as perfectly wrinkled white collared shirt with the top button undone and a satin-black tie pulled loose and hanging askew to accomodate the loosened button. The effect was to make him look like he'd slept in his suit the night before, then worked a hectic fourteen hour day, and after finally getting off he'd come to the Blackburn to unwind. Rather than making him look unkempt, it gave him the appearance of utter casualness, despite the formalness of his attire, and it certainly didn't make him look like he'd been in a fight with Team Tomorrow less than two hours before. ((style roll, please))

As he stepped out onto the dance floor however, James hoped that his nova-level poker face was doing a good job of hiding his discomfort. It didn't matter how stylish his clothes were, he still looked more like the baseline tag-a-longs than he did his fellow Terats, and it made him more than a little self-conscious. James walked out into the crowd, looking not in the least like a baseline, and perfectly unaware of that fact.

[Blue Thunder]

There were two dance halls in the Blackburn, and tonight both of them were open. Terats, non-Terats, and lucky baselines alike were enjoying themselves, either oblivious to what was happening or deciding not to care, and there was a line outside as usual. In the left hall, the music was more of an angry and loud techno blend, while the right hall had a DJ playing fast dance beats. Many of the club-goers were half-naked, and many more were intoxicated. Both rooms were only barely illuminated by strobe lights and foggers, and freakish nova silhouettes moved throughout the crowds. Narcosis occupied the right hall, sitting at a private table.

*****Leiko*****

Using the bathroom, she touches up her makeup and straightens her attire, not even realizing that she's leaving behind a mascara-self-portrait on the counter with her other hand. ((Arts and Style rolls, please.))

Style roll: 3 successes ((An Arts roll really isn't necessary for a random doodle ^^; ))

Leiko looked presentable enough for the club downstairs. She wouldn't stand out...but she wouldn't look out-of-place, either.

Nova Vigilance was downstairs for a meeting, but Leiko did spot Damian Storm in the crowd for a brief moment, shirtless as usual. He wasn't one to pass up a party, so he had left his colleagues so he could enjoy the party upstairs.

Arts roll: 7 successes

Damian was startled when Leiko assaulted him with paint, but realized who she was and let her continue to decorate him. When she was done, he thanked her and disappeared into the dancing mass again.

Leiko saw Narcosis' table. The siren of the Teragen sat as far back as she could, while not so far back that people weren't aware that she was in the room. She made sure everyone saw her, but could not speak to her. Eric Ballard whispered a few things into her ear, then typed into a laptop on the table. On her other side was Riptide, the nova guitarist for Tchernabog. Several of her baseline groupies hovered around her table, but none were seated with her. Leiko noticed how many of them seemed like the Apostle's followers, so obsessed with their master's greatness that they couldn't think straight. They had the same obsessed look in their eyes, that was for sure.

*****James*****

Style roll: 5 successes

James' clothes were some of the more stylish being worn, better than anything any baseline at the Blackburn was wearing. His nova-level good looks didn't hurt matters either.

James descended from the upper floor and into the front lounge, littered with the occasional drunken baseline or nova. Doorways on either side led to both dancehalls. Looking into the dancefloor on the right, James could barely make out who was a nova and who was baseline, except for the occasional mishapen silhouette or bulging frame. The lighting set-up and fog machine made it hard for details to be seen, unless up close with someone.

Before he could decide which room to enter, a familiar voice came from behind him. "Didn't expect to see you here."

It was Blackout, leaning against a wall and smoking a cigarette. Her pupils were brown and her hair was dark red, and she was wearing a dramatically different outfit than she was earlier; her image was just streamed across the OpNet two hours earlier, and she didn't want Utopia raiding the Blackburn because some frantic baseline caught a glimpse of her and put the pieces together. The mini skirt and tiny top-piece she was wearing seemed out of place on her.

She walked up to James and let out a cloud of smoke. "What brings you here? Letting loose?"

*****Colony*****

Cannibal Bob shifted his eufiber into generic jeans and a tee-shirt saying "Cannibal Bob" and headed downstairs to congratulate Geryon and try to get a feeling for what he thought of recent events.

(Relevant Mega-Socials on)

The room was underground two stories and behind an unassuming door. And outside of the door was Sloppy Joe, one of the more Tainted novas of the Teragen. He stood in a small puddle of slimey fluid, blocking the entrance.

"Who are you? We're having an important meeting right now. I ain't lettin' you in unless they want you in, got it?" He made a strange gurgling noise as he spoke, and an eyeball and testicle noticebly danced inside his skull as his internal fluid shifted around. His overall appearance was hard not to be distracted by, but Bob was more accustomed than other novas to sights like Sloppy Joe's. The smell, on the other hand...

[Centimane]

*****James*****

Style roll: 5 successes

James' clothes were some of the more stylish being worn, better than anything any baseline at the Blackburn was wearing. His nova-level good looks didn't hurt matters either.

James descended from the upper floor and into the front lounge, littered with the occasional drunken baseline or nova. Doorways on either side led to both dancehalls. Looking into the dancefloor on the right, James could barely make out who was a nova and who was baseline, except for the occasional mishapen silhouette or bulging frame. The lighting set-up and fog machine made it hard for details to be seen, unless up close with someone.

Before he could decide which room to enter, a familiar voice came from behind him. "Didn't expect to see you here."

It was Blackout, leaning against a wall and smoking a cigarette. Her pupils were brown and her hair was dark red, and she was wearing a dramatically different outfit than she was earlier; her image was just streamed across the OpNet two hours earlier, and she didn't want Utopia raiding the Blackburn because some frantic baseline caught a glimpse of her and put the pieces together. The mini skirt and tiny top-piece she was wearing seemed out of place on her.

As James tried to decide which dancehall he should enter he heard a familiar voice behind him. When he turned around though, he was surprised to say the least by what met his eyes.

"Hey Blackout. You look...um, different!" Wow James! he thought, bet she's never heard anything that clever before! Good job....

He smiled and said, "I hardly recognized you...which I suppose is the point."

She walked up to James and let out a cloud of smoke. "What brings you here? Letting loose?"

"Not really, no. Almost all of the Pros are here... 'cause of what happened, you know?"

"Hey!" he said, his expression changing to one of mild curiosity, "what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in a meeting with big 'G' right now? I mean, that was what that phone call back at Chamber's place was all about, right?"

James was careful not to mention any specifics while speaking to Blackout, or to mention any incriminating names. Out in the front lobby, with all the baseline humans around, it was hard to tell who might be listening in, so he kept his talk as vague as he could manage and figured Blackout would be able to fill in the gaps.

[Alex Green]

*****Colony*****

The room was underground two stories and behind an unassuming door. And outside of the door was Sloppy Joe, one of the more Tainted novas of the Teragen. He stood in a small puddle of slimey fluid, blocking the entrance.

"Who are you? We're having an important meeting right now. I ain't lettin' you in unless they want you in, got it?" He made a strange gurgling noise as he spoke, and an eyeball and testicle noticebly danced inside his skull as his internal fluid shifted around. His overall appearance was hard not to be distracted by, but Bob was more accustomed than other novas to sights like Sloppy Joe's. The smell, on the other hand...

Bob had wondered when this would come up... and as much has he'd prefer that hidden things remained hidden, with this crew you needed to claim deeds and he'd already made his choice. Even so he also tried to find an emotional weak point on Sloppy Joe, some way of behaving or phrasing things so that he’d attract favorable attention. ((Yep, and yuck. Seduction on for persuasion)) The Colony said,

"Who am I? Why I'm The Reverend Theobald Horton. Please let them know I’m here."

Bob shifted into Horton's familiar form, and voice, and adopted his mannerisms... his clothes also shifted into what Horton had last been wearing.

[Blade90]

Kyle in the mean time had decided to warp Erik to his home. Considering Kyle was going to be Eriks primary caretaker, thats where Erik would basically be staying anyway and he thought it might be safer to bring him there then to leave him alone in the Blackburn where other Novas, possibly even ones from the Cult of Mal who Orzaiz specifically asked them to keep Erik away from, might find him. After they get there, Kyle would start to show Erik around and give him one of the spare rooms in the house, letting him know that if there was anything he wanted to add to it he just had to ask. There were advantages to being rather wealthy after all. He would also make sure to show Erik his large library, considering how much Erik seemed to like books. He would however ask that Erik not go down into the basement without Kyle being there to accompany him.

Once everything there as settled though, and Kyle was sure Erik had everything he needed, Kyle would open a gate back to the Blackburn to start looking around. He had heard that Envy would likely be there by that time and Kyle wanted to speak with him.

[Bahamut810]

Jack and Jill had come through the portal after James did.

The Metal man was not sure what to do with himself. Everyone had dispursed...and he wanted to be among *nova* company. He could go to the party...but he didnt feel like dancing or partying. That left either going to one of the rooms alone with Flare, or to Debrief with Geyron.

It would be nice to be alone with her...but he wanted more then one person to help him through what just happened.

*Lets go to see Geyron. And see what all they know about what T2M is doing about me. After that we can do whatever you want...* he says as he starts making his way to the meeting hall.

If Sloppy Joe tries to stop the Mercurial terat he will be met with a cold stair and Flare telling him that it is quite alright for them to attend...and Jack ushering James in after them.

[Blue Thunder]

*****James*****

"Hey!" he said, his expression changing to one of mild curiosity, "what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in a meeting with big 'G' right now? I mean, that was what that phone call back at Chamber's place was all about, right?"

Blackout snuffed her cigarette in a nearby ashtray. "Yeah, we're having a meeting. But it's not necessary for everyone to be down there right now. Giuseppe is watching the door, and some of us are on the dancefloor watching for trouble. Narcosis is here, and the Pandamonion brings trouble wherever it goes."

A blur of color zipped before James, and a gust of wind tossed his hair and clothes around briefly. Jane -- now calling herself Vi -- had arrived just in time.

Vi seemed oblivious to Blackout. "This is where we're meeting, right? I got the message and ran all the way. I'll clean up in a room first, then I'll be back." She walked calmly to the front desk to get a key, then ascended the stairs to her room.

Blackout started towards the right dancehall. "She's a strange one...anyway, you coming?"

*****Kyle*****

((I assume you're waiting for Envy's first post then?))

*****Colony/Jack*****

"Who am I? Why I'm The Reverend Theobald Horton. Please let them know I’m here."

Bob shifted into Horton's familiar form, and voice, and adopted his mannerisms... his clothes also shifted into what Horton had last been wearing.

Right after Bob had shifted into Horton's form, Jack and Flare came to the door. It was almost impossible to visually detect how Giuseppe was responding, what with him having a face of dripping slime and slowly shifting fluids, but the different gurgling noises indicated he was probably reconsidering. Flare gave a wink, and Giuseppe's head cycled between the three of them several times as he thought to himself.

He gave in. "Christ, alright! But don't cause a scene or nothing." And with that, Sloppy Joe stepped aside to let them use the door.

The room inside was long, with a low ceiling. There were a collection of comfortable seats and chairs against the walls, facing each other, with small coffee tables between them littered with magazines and CDs. In one corner was a table with highchairs, and the other corner had a large beanbag. Various claw and burn marks on the walls indicated the room had been used during heated debates, or perhaps during periods of great boredom. It almost looked like a large college dorm room. And at the far end was a television tuned into N!'s coverage of Firefly's disappearance.

Sitting around the room were four prominent Nova Vigilance Terats. Geryon took up an entire couch. Epoch and Matador sat across from Geryon, both of them wearing their masks, like usual. Gauze sat at the table in the corner with her legs crossed.

The door shut behind Flare, and the four NV Terats stopped to look at the newcomers. They gave a long, hard stare at Horton.

...and Jack ushering James in after them.

((I assume you mean Bob/Colony?))

**********

((And so Envy or anyone else knows, this is how Turncoat's room is set-up...))

Turncoat's holding room was completely bare, save for the steel table in the middle and two chairs on either side of it. There was a single door leading in. Turncoat's hands were bound behind his back and he had been given mox to help supress his powers. In the room with Turncoat were Della Weisskopf, one of the most powerful psychics in the movement, and Lockdown, who could remotely negate a nova's quantum powers.

[SkyLion]

Envy had come through the warp provided by Jaunt, still looking like Orzaiz ((since were OOC Im assuming for the next scene before he needs to maintenace it again...)).

,,

Making his way through back rooms until he got to the sub-basement holding cell, Envy nods to Synapse via the various obviously placed security cameras en route. If anyone mistakes him for Orzaiz he acts like he is very busy and doesn't disabuse them of the notion...

,,

Once he had Turncoat sedated and moxed to his eyeballs, he asks the two trusted Novas to watch over him for a few minutes. He wants to concuct the interrogation himself, since Hook's personality might currently be loyal to the Directive. First, he need sto update Geryon on the situation. He thanks Della in advance for her presence there.

,,

After seeing to that, Envy heads across the sub-basement to the meeting room and knocks upon the door...

,,

((poor Giuseppe gets no rest!))

[Centimane]

Blackout snuffed her cigarette in a nearby ashtray. "Yeah, we're having a meeting. But it's not necessary for everyone to be down there right now. Giuseppe is watching the door, and some of us are on the dancefloor watching for trouble. Narcosis is here, and the Pandamonion brings trouble wherever it goes."

James chuckled and said, "nooo kidding! I actually had to help Andy and Jake escort half of her entourage out of the Phoenix Room once. It was so embarrasing! Andy was real nice about it, but his boyfriend was looking at me like I was in on it or something and all I could do was apologize over and over for my 'friends' behavior. As for Narcosis, I don't even think she noticed."

A blur of color zipped before James, and a gust of wind tossed his hair and clothes around briefly. Jane -- now calling herself Vi -- had arrived just in time.

Vi seemed oblivious to Blackout. "This is where we're meeting, right? I got the message and ran all the way. I'll clean up in a room first, then I'll be back." She walked calmly to the front desk to get a key, then ascended the stairs to her room.

"Cool. We'll be down here. Come get us if they start a meeting without us, alright?" James started to turn back to Blackout, then stopped and called after Vi as she approached the desk, "And hey, it's good to see you made it back safe, too. When you get done upstairs, you'll have to tell us how it went."

Blackout started towards the right dancehall. "She's a strange one...anyway, you coming?"

James gave a little half-smile and said, "yeah, she's a bit different. Real serious." And he followed after her.

[Blade90]

Kyle considered his options for a moment after returning to the Blackburn and in the end he decides to use his telepathic abilities to try and track down Envy that way. After having to open so many gates lately, he was starting to get a bit drained. But he figured that would be the fastest and most efficient way of tracking Envy down. And even after using his telepathy he still had enough energy left to open another gate or two before almost totally draining himself. Plus he also had the energy stored in his Eufiber suit, and he at least -hoped- that its protection wouldnt be required tonight. Whatever the case, after taking a moment to concentrate, should Kyle manage to pinpoint Envys location he would quickly head in his direction.

(I'll stop there to let BT roll, just in case I get unlucky enough not to get enough successes to pinpoint Envys location.)

[Alex Green]

And at the far end was a television tuned into N!'s coverage of Firefly's disappearance.

Sitting around the room were four prominent Nova Vigilance Terats. Geryon took up an entire couch. Epoch and Matador sat across from Geryon, both of them wearing their masks, like usual. Gauze sat at the table in the corner with her legs crossed.

The door shut behind Flare, and the four NV Terats stopped to look at the newcomers. They gave a long, hard stare at Horton.

”Horton” steps forth and says in his best, lecturing to the congregation voice,

“And it is only the evil of novas that prevents us from fully expressing our love for our children.”

Bob drops the forceful lecture voice but continues in Horton’s voice and mannerisms,

“Annoying. Here I go and leave a letter of apology explaining my actions, and the police don’t search my computer well enough to find it. I put some effort into that note.”

Bob drops Horton’s voice and mannerisms, and although the face remains the same it’s like throwing a switch or dropping a mask. (Perfect Guest On)

,,

“Ah well. It looks like my 15 minutes of fame is over, and I’ve been upstaged.” Bob/Horton waves at the TV.

“Well done. … What? Did anyone really think Horton didn’t have some help in all that?”

[Bahamut810]

Jack smiles the best he can when Bob (and I meant Bob, not James) makes his appearance, then makes his way over to the beanbag chair and sets down in it.

Through Flare he asks, "So...what have they been saying about me?"

[phoenix]

Back in the holding cell, King Cobra watches as Della and Lockdown bind and mox Jesse Hooks/Turncoat and Envy leaves as Orzaiz. Cobra, meanwhile, pulls up a chair and goes back to reading his book.

[Blue Thunder]

*****Colony/Jack*****

“Ah well. It looks like my 15 minutes of fame is over, and I’ve been upstaged.” Bob/Horton waves at the TV.

“Well done. … What? Did anyone really think Horton didn’t have some help in all that?”

Gauze flexed her node for a moment, detecting Horton as a nova. She smirked and replied to the look-alike. Her Vietnamese accent was heavy. "We weren't told that someone was setting-up the Revenerend. Is that you, Lefebvre?"

Through Flare he asks, "So...what have they been saying about me?"

Flare sat down by Matador and relayed Jack's message.

Geryon grunted "Just what we've come to expect...bullshit. Utopia is claiming we brainwashed you into joining. One news source is even theorizing you joined T2M after becoming a Terat, just to infiltrate the team, but you fled when they began rooting you out. CNN is running a piece linking the Tanaka Twins to the Japanese yakuza, and I think they've got some story on Clarice being mentally damaged. Sad thing is, everyone is gonna buy it. I think Narcosis has some of her people at N! doing damage control, but Utopia is bending us over again for this one. But it isn't a total loss...we showed the monkeys we meant business, and it seems to be sinking in this time. A lot of people in Texas are calling for the government to kick out the Michaelites so we don't have to visit the damned place every year and smash skulls in."

*****Envy*****

After seeing to that, Envy heads across the sub-basement to the meeting room and knocks upon the door...

Giuseppe let out an exhausted slurping noise and opened the door, but watched Orzaiz closely as he walked in. As he passed, a bubble rose through Sloppy Joe's chest and burst at his head with a loud popping noise. Something about Orzaiz today made Giuseppe angry.

The NV Terats acknowledged Orzaiz when he entered. The meeting had suddenly doubled in size. But just as Geryon was about to speak, Epoch interrupted him.

"It's Envy. He's using some kind of disguise to look like the Count." Epoch's keen senses had pierced Envy's altered image. Epoch turned the television off with a remote control. "What's the deal? You all didn't come down here just to relax. That what the nihilism upstairs is for."

"They want to talk about Caroline..." Matador said. "That much is obvious. It's what everyone is talking about. The world is distracted by the Michaelite raids and Firefly's capture, but they have no idea what's going on underneath the movement's surface. Everyone is on edge."

"So spit it out, Envy." Geryon blurted. "You got Turncoat down here in a cell, and you're about to rip his brain apart to get info on Marcel. I see you already plugged his shifting power."

Gauze and Matador looked surprised. Geryon continued "It's true. Turncoat's in the cell. And of course I found out. Something like that happens in the Blackburn, word spreads, and I'm one of the first to know. Tell me what the hell you're planning. Terats shouldn't keep secrets from other Terats."

*****Kyle*****

Whatever the case, after taking a moment to concentrate, should Kyle manage to pinpoint Envys location he would quickly head in his direction.

Telepathy: 8 successes

Kyle's advanced nova brain could detect where Envy's mind was, and quite easily. Envy was moving through an underground level, towards the Nova Vigilance room.

By the time Kyle arrived at the door, Envy was already inside. Sloppy Joe let out what passed for a sigh as Kyle approached. "What the hell?! You want in too? Jesus Christ..."

At this point, Giuseppe had given up. The door was open before Kyle could even ask to enter, then Giuseppe folded his arms together so tightly they melded together.

((Kyle, Envy, Jack, and Bob are in the same room now, along with Flare, Geryon, Epoch, Gauze, and Matador. Sloppy Joe is outside.))

*****James/Leiko*****

Blackout led James onto the dancefloor, where they encountered Leiko, who had just finished illustrating a monster onto another nova's back. Narcosis' table was in the back of the room, set into a cavity in the wall and shrouded by a canopy of dark curtains.

Blackout spoke loud enough to be heard over the music. "I wonder why she's just sitting there. She looks like nothing has happened."

A dancer accidentally bumped into Leiko, setting off her force field. The nova, Boom-Box, apologized and disappeared into the crowd.

*****King Cobra*****

Lockdown sat at the opposite end of the table from Turncoat, who was head down on the table drooling, thanks to Della. Lockdown tapped his finger repetitively on the steel surface as he stared at the wall. The loud noise was obviously grating for Della, whose face twitched periodically. She pondered whether or not she should simply send Lockdown to sleep, or put him into a drooling coma-like state like she had with Turncoat...

The door opened suddenly, startling Lockdown. Bridgett Caulder walked in. "Cobra, there's a woman in your room. I'm not sure how she got in...do you want security to handle it?"

[Blade90]

Kyle was about to respond to Giuseppe when the door was simply opened for him. Kyle would pause for a second, then shrug and head in. He wasnt about to argue. However once in the room Kyle would just find somewhere out of the way to listen and watch as the others discussed things. Sit down if he could find a place to do so as well. He figured he could use some time to take a rest and recover some of his energy. Whatever the case he had no intention of interupting the others. He would have even waited outside the room if Giuseppe asked him to. The matter he wanted to talk to Envy about wasnt so urgent that he needed to speak with him as soon as possible. Just whenever he had a chance.

[SkyLion]

"So spit it out, Envy." Geryon blurted. "You got Turncoat down here in a cell, and you're about to rip his brain apart to get info on Marcel. I see you already plugged his shifting power."

Gauze and Matador looked surprised. Geryon continued "It's true. Turncoat's in the cell. And of course I found out. Something like that happens in the Blackburn, word spreads, and I'm one of the first to know. Tell me what the hell you're planning. Terats shouldn't keep secrets from other Terats."

"I'm glad we agree, Geryon. Like my new suit?" Envy holographically flickers, becomming first Geryon, then Epoch, then the reverend Horton as he appears now. He gives a wink to Bob, as if to say "Well hey there good lookin'!" before dropping the hologram altogether.

"You are all correct, of course. With a single terrible gaze, Divis reduced our notions of Terat unity to ash. Now only the strong, the wise, and the enlightened will survive."

"I have brought the Turncoat here to interrogate him. I wanted you to understand why. King Cobra, Roach and I," and here Envy gestures to his unusually quiet as of late bodyguard, "were present for one of Turncoat's manic episodes. He practically confessed that it was Delormier who was responsible, not only for betraying Caroline, but botching the Op with Saxon, who was about to rat him out."

"I've seen your reactions to Delormier. You know he's a conniving bastard who would sell out his own mother if he thought it would gain him power. Now we have proof. Marcel has betrayed the Mother of Teras and threatened the One Race. That makes him well within the jurisdiction of your Vigilance...I have come to propose an Alliance..."

[Centimane]

Blackout led James onto the dancefloor, where they encountered Leiko, who had just finished illustrating a monster onto another nova's back. Narcosis' table was in the back of the room, set into a cavity in the wall and shrouded by a canopy of dark curtains.

Blackout spoke loud enough to be heard over the music. "I wonder why she's just sitting there. She looks like nothing has happened."

A dancer accidentally bumped into Leiko, setting off her force field. The nova, Boom-Box, apologized and disappeared into the crowd.

"Hell if I know."James took in Narcosis' table for a moment and then added, "maybe she just doesn't know yet..."

Something in his tone made it clear he didn't believe that anymore than Blackout or Leiko did. As he spoke he scanned the room, taking everything in before letting his eyes return to Narcosis' table. It sure was packed in here tonight.

((James will make an Awareness and Rapport roll to get a feel for the crowd and to spot anything potentially noteworthy or unusual going on in the dancehall))

[BlueNinja]

Leiko, with her urge to create momentarily suppressed, wandered up to James as he stood there regarding Narcosis' table, and followed his gaze in that direction. "Astounding, isn't it? How easily she can warp the crowd to her will, and yet how little she accomplishes with it. Planning to *crackle*pop*nd say hi?"

[Centimane]

Leiko, with her urge to create momentarily suppressed, wandered up to James as he stood there regarding Narcosis' table, and followed his gaze in that direction. "Astounding, isn't it? How easily she can warp the crowd to her will, and yet how little she accomplishes with it. Planning to *crackle*pop*nd say hi?"

"She's a creepy one alright" , said James in response, then added under his breath, "(in a really appealing kind of way)."

Then he looked sidelong at Leiko and said, "Which is precisely why I'm not planning on going over there. I'll leave that to you gods of the social scene."

[BlueNinja]

"She's a creepy one alright" , said James in response, then added under his breath, "(in a really appealing kind of way)."

Then he looked sidelong at Leiko and said, "Which is precisely why I'm not planning on going over there. I'll leave that to you gods of the social scene."

Leiko raises an eyebrow, pointedly glancing between his attire and her own. "I could pass unnoticed for a member of the One *crackle*stutter*ver notice me. My skills at twisting minds to my own purposes rar*crackle work on other novas." She glances over towards Narcosis and her crowd of sycophants. "But I sup*pop* I could give it a try."

She starts moving through the crowd again, purposefully towards Narcosis and her underlings, waiting to see what they're going to do at first. Besides, she needs the proper opening to make Boom Box beg for mercy. Jostling her that hard in a crowd ...

[Alex Green]

Gauze flexed her node for a moment, detecting Horton as a nova. She smirked and replied to the look-alike. Her Vietnamese accent was heavy. "We weren't told that someone was setting-up the Revenerend. Is that you, Lefebvre?"

The Colony shifts into his default form, i.e. an aberration free version of Envy. His clothes morph into jeans and a tee-shirt saying, “Eat the Rich”. He says,

"No, we... I am The Colony. Or Cannibal Bob if you prefer. Horton joined us, then I ran his life for a while. Having stood in his shoes for a while, I can say Horton had great taste. He was laundering money for someone too I think.”

When Envy walks in and the talk shifts to Fong, Bob pays especially close attention.

[phoenix]

The door opened suddenly, startling Lockdown. Bridgett Caulder walked in. "Cobra, there's a woman in your room. I'm not sure how she got in...do you want security to handle it?"

"Hmm?"

King Cobra gets up, closing his book, which is still throbbing invisibly with his own quantum signature.

"No thank you, Bridgett. I'll handle it."

Cobra's room at the Blackburn:

It seems for a moment that a shadow wafts across the room, like a massive wing passing over momentarily blocked out the sun - or, as the case may be, the fluorescent lighting in one of the Blackburn's rooms. There is a soft thrum as a few liters of air are displaced, and then the shadow solidifies into a black, muscular form: King Cobra materializes.

[Shade Sentinel]

Roach again feels lost among his brothers and their conversations.

"Mr. Envy, what happens now? Where is this place anyway? We in a hotel?"

[Bahamut810]

Jack looks at Jill after hearing about Divis.

*What do you think he means about Divis destroying Terat Unity? Are we in a civil war now?*

[Blue Thunder]

*****The NV Meeting*****

Matador gave greetings to Kyle and Roach as they entered. Attention went to the out-of-place Roach and then to the mysterious Kyle, before Envy began speaking.

"I've seen your reactions to Delormier. You know he's a conniving bastard who would sell out his own mother if he thought it would gain him power. Now we have proof. Marcel has betrayed the Mother of Teras and threatened the One Race. That makes him well within the jurisdiction of your Vigilance...I have come to propose an Alliance..."

"Let's get something straight here," Geryon said "I never gave a rat's ass about Fong before, and I don't give a rat's ass now. I understand her minimal importance to the movement, but beyond working with Scripture to lay out the groundwork for Chrysalis, she hasn't actually done much for me. Or any of us. I don't buy this Mother of Teras crap. It's all hype for Cult of Mal and Harvester recruitment."

"I understand what's going on, and I've never liked Deloremier. Deloremier and his Apostle followers could fall off the face of the planet tomorrow and we'd all be better for it, but I don't see how he's our concern. Nova Vigilance exists to liberate novas from baselines. Deloremier can keep his Cult of Mal nonsense for all I care. He's no concern to us. If he steps out of line, we'll take care of him. He hasn't crossed that line yet as far as I'm concerned."

Epoch added his own opinion to Geryon's. "Remember that it may have been Marcel Deloremier that betrayed Fong to Utopia...but it was Mal that killed her. How can you blame Marcel for her death? Divis Mal sanctioned Marcel's action. Blaming Marcel for her death means blaming Mal for her death. If you demand a strike against Marcel, you demand a strike against Mal. You walk a fine line."

"I don't oppose you taking a swing at Deloremier," Geryon continued "but don't expect us to come charging in to help you if you do. Until Marcel becomes an actual threat, there's no reason for us to get involved. Orzaiz and Pedro have it in for Marcel and Scripture, and I won't mind sitting back and watching them duke it out. There's no reason for us to help either side of that conflict. And since you seem to be in Orzaiz's camp, I see no reason to help the Prometheans, either."

An awkward silence filled the air.

*****King Cobra's Residence*****

It seems for a moment that a shadow wafts across the room, like a massive wing passing over momentarily blocked out the sun - or, as the case may be, the fluorescent lighting in one of the Blackburn's rooms. There is a soft thrum as a few liters of air are displaced, and then the shadow solidifies into a black, muscular form: King Cobra materializes.

The shadow that spread across the room didn't startle the intruder. She sat in King Cobra's living area, skimming through a book that had been left on the coffee table. She wore a dark red eufiber suit that showed off her legs, and her hair was a deep maroon.

Without facing him, she spoke. "I've been making my rounds over the past month and you haven't been around. I'm starting to think you've gotten bored of New York. I'm almost lonely."

La Flamberge uncrossed her legs and stood, staring at a picture on the wall. She didn't make eye contact with King Cobra. "Almost. I heard some Terats were going to be here tonight, so I figured there would be a chance to see you. I invited myself in. Hope you don't mind."

La Flamberge displayed her key card to King Cobra's room, and finally met his gaze. Her stare was piercing. "You know I'm not very fond of the Teragen, and I never understood your decision to be with them. But I still don't understand. And it's been eating at me every since you joined them. I want to know why."

*****The Party*****

((James will make an Awareness and Rapport roll to get a feel for the crowd and to spot anything potentially noteworthy or unusual going on in the dancehall))

The Brazilian Anaconda could be seen at the far end of the room stretching himself up to the strobe lights, beer in hand. Boom-Box was dancing with a shirtless winged nova. Tombstone was knocking back drinks at the bar, stopping briefly to inhale something off the counter. But among the crowd, a nova or two would stand out as looking overly serious.

Blackout looked distracted for a moment, her eyes staring into nothingness. A few seconds later, she came to attention. "Oh...James, I just remembered something. I'll, uh, have to see you later."

Then, regaining her composure she said "Have fun. You did a lot today, so you deserve a good break." She gave him a strange stare, then turned and left. Something seemed to be bothering her, but James couldn't pinpoint what. Whatever the case, she disappeared quickly.

She starts moving through the crowd again, purposefully towards Narcosis and her underlings, waiting to see what they're going to do at first.

Narcosis acknowledged Leiko as she approached. She gave an almost flirtatious smile and waved her over, but not so enthusiastically as to look desperate for her company. Eric Ballard noticed this exchange, and got up to offer his seat to Leiko at Narcosis's left side. He closed his laptop and started walking toward the lounge, his meeting with Narcosis over for now.

((James can sit down if he wants to as well))

Thanks to Riptide, the nova at Narcosis's right side, the area around the table was relatively quiet. His nova powers dampened outside noise, letting anyone at the table talk freely. He didn't pay attention to the discussion though, as his eyes were fixed on several half-naked male dancers. One of his hands held a drink, while the other three rested on the table.

Narcosis didn't waste any time. She took a sip from her drink and made a sideways glance at Leiko. Her mood shifted, and her tone was without it's usual flirtatiousness and energy. "I assume you already know about what has happened. Fong is dead, Deloremier has been exposed, and Mal wants us to do whatever it takes to become unified. People are going to start turning on one another soon, as I'm sure someone like you has surmised. I've already spoken briefly with Orzaiz, and we've come to the agreement that the goals of the Pandamonion and the Casablancas are similar enough to form an alliance. The Prometheans are tied closely to the Casablancas, so there's no reason our two groups shouldn't be assisting each other as well."

Leiko could not detect any overt deceit on Narcosis's part. It was obvious to Leiko that Narcosis proposed the alliance because it would benefit her, but that was to be expected. Narcosis didn't seem to be implying otherwise. She didn't smooth talk or compliment the Prometheans at all; she was straight-forward about her proposal. It was a moment of personal honesty Narcosis wasn't generally known for outside of her inner circle.

Edit: Oops, forgot to add this:

*****Jack*****

Flare outwardly pretended not to recieve his message, as usual. *It seems like it. This is all so sudden. I wonder how the other factions are handling this?*

[BlueNinja]

Narcosis acknowledged Leiko as she approached. She gave an almost flirtatious smile and waved her over, but not so enthusiastically as to look desperate for her company. Eric Ballard noticed this exchange, and got up to offer his seat to Leiko at Narcosis's left side. He closed his laptop and started walking toward the lounge, his meeting with Narcosis over for now.

Narcosis didn't waste any time. She took a sip from her drink and made a sideways glance at Leiko. Her mood shifted, and her tone was without it's usual flirtatiousness and energy. "I assume you already know about what has happened. Fong is dead, Deloremier has been exposed, and Mal wants us to do whatever it takes to become unified. People are going to start turning on one another soon, as I'm sure someone like you has surmised. I've already spoken briefly with Orzaiz, and we've come to the agreement that the goals of the Pandamonion and the Casablancas are similar enough to form an alliance. The Prometheans are tied closely to the Casablancas, so there's no reason our two groups shouldn't be assisting each other as well."

Leiko could not detect any overt deceit on Narcosis's part. It was obvious to Leiko that Narcosis proposed the alliance because it would benefit her, but that was to be expected. Narcosis didn't seem to be implying otherwise. She didn't smooth talk or compliment the Prometheans at all; she was straight-forward about her proposal. It was a moment of personal honesty Narcosis wasn't generally known for outside of her inner circle.

Leiko regards Narcosis curiously for several moments, giving away nothing with her face. "I, too, see no r*pop*n for our two factions to be opposed. I was actually more curious how much danger you thought we were all in. D*crackle* shown himself quite willing to work with Utopia, and it occurs to me that such an alliance is not one easily ended ... and given Utopia's recent debacles, he might find it in his best interest to betray ano*hiss* us over to their embrace." She smiles a tiny smile at Narcosis and moves to stand. "I certainly hope you don't lose anyone - or anything - important when he does *pop*."

Unless Narcosis moves to stop her, Leiko rejoins the crowd, gradually circling towards the exits and looking for Envy.

[SkyLion]

"Let's get something straight here," Geryon said "I never gave a rat's ass about Fong before, and I don't give a rat's ass now. I understand her minimal importance to the movement, but beyond working with Scripture to lay out the groundwork for Chrysalis, she hasn't actually done much for me. Or any of us. I don't buy this Mother of Teras crap. It's all hype for Cult of Mal and Harvester recruitment."

"I understand what's going on, and I've never liked Deloremier. Deloremier and his Apostle followers could fall off the face of the planet tomorrow and we'd all be better for it, but I don't see how he's our concern. Nova Vigilance exists to liberate novas from baselines. Deloremier can keep his Cult of Mal nonsense for all I care. He's no concern to us. If he steps out of line, we'll take care of him. He hasn't crossed that line yet as far as I'm concerned."

,,

"Of course thats what you'ld say," Envy grinned at the monstrous Nova. "You're a right hard-ass Geryon... ::biggrin "

,,,,

Envy paces the room as he speaks, his mind churning and lending intensity to his arguments, punctuated by stopping and gesturing to emphasize certain points.

,,,,

"There are, however, a couple of points you haven't considered. For my part, I believe Caroline had discovered something...I don't think her long Chrysalis was an accident on her part. I call her the Mother of Teras not out of worship but because you would have never even gotten into your coccon if Caroline hadn't shown you how to find it..."

,,

"Second, and more relevant to your mission statement, is that Delormier didn't just betray one of our own...he betrayed one of our own, to Utopia. If that doesn't cross your lines, my friend, I don't know what will..."

,,

"Remember that it may have been Marcel Deloremier that betrayed Fong to Utopia...but it was Mal that killed her. How can you blame Marcel for her death? Divis Mal sanctioned Marcel's action. Blaming Marcel for her death means blaming Mal for her death. If you demand a strike against Marcel, you demand a strike against Mal. You walk a fine line."

,,

"I don't oppose you taking a swing at Deloremier," Geryon continued "but don't expect us to come charging in to help you if you do. Until Marcel becomes an actual threat, there's no reason for us to get involved. Orzaiz and Pedro have it in for Marcel and Scripture, and I won't mind sitting back and watching them duke it out. There's no reason for us to help either side of that conflict. And since you seem to be in Orzaiz's camp, I see no reason to help the Prometheans, either."

"Im not walking any line Epoch. I am firmly on my chosen side. Mal may have sanctioned Delormier, but then turned right around and sanctioned eliminating his sanctamonious ass. Besides Epoch, I thought that's what you do? Kill those Novas unworthy of the name on your Elite battlefields..."

,,

"...Oh...and for the record? I *don't* blame Marcel for Caroline's death. I blame Divis. In fact, I'm downright pissed at him for it, and I said so to his face. ::huh ! But strike against him? No...for all the wisdom he just destroyed, he is nonetheless correct. We are on all sides surrounded by enemies and we must unify in strength if we are to claim our Destiny. You should be pleased, Geryon!...the time for pussyfooting has come to an end."

,,

"As for the other's, The Mathematician and Scripture both need to shake hands and realize their respective philosophies arent so mutually exclusive after all. Orzaiz plays an important roll as well, though I know you are loathe to admit it sometimes. But Marcel...How much of a chance will we have against our enemies if don't excise the traitors in our midst?"

[Alex Green]

Bob says, almost thinking out loud,

"Betrayed by her guardian while in Chrysalis... so PU had years to study it. What does Delormier do for us again?"

[phoenix]

Without facing him, she spoke. "I've been making my rounds over the past month and you haven't been around. I'm starting to think you've gotten bored of New York. I'm almost lonely."

La Flamberge uncrossed her legs and stood, staring at a picture on the wall. She didn't make eye contact with King Cobra. "Almost. I heard some Terats were going to be here tonight, so I figured there would be a chance to see you. I invited myself in. Hope you don't mind."

La Flamberge displayed her key card to King Cobra's room, and finally met his gaze. Her stare was piercing. "You know I'm not very fond of the Teragen, and I never understood your decision to be with them. But I still don't understand. And it's been eating at me every since you joined them. I want to know why."

Cobra smiles in spite of himself. "I've missed you too, Flame."

"But I've also needed some time to myself. Surely you can understand that - you patrolled New York with me for years. You've seen everything I've seen."

He pauses thoughtfully. "It gives you rights other people don't have."

"I joined the Teragen because Teras teaches independence. And what I've seen on the streets of New York tells me that independence from humanity proper will be desperately needed by novas in the days to come."

[Centimane]

The Brazilian Anaconda could be seen at the far end of the room stretching himself up to the strobe lights, beer in hand. Boom-Box was dancing with a shirtless winged nova. Tombstone was knocking back drinks at the bar, stopping briefly to inhale something off the counter. But among the crowd, a nova or two would stand out as looking overly serious.

Blackout looked distracted for a moment, her eyes staring into nothingness. A few seconds later, she came to attention. "Oh...James, I just remembered something. I'll, uh, have to see you later."

Then, regaining her composure she said "Have fun. You did a lot today, so you deserve a good break." She gave him a strange stare, then turned and left. Something seemed to be bothering her, but James couldn't pinpoint what. Whatever the case, she disappeared quickly.

James watched Blackout disappear into the crowd for a moment, then looked around at the dancefloor as though just remembering where he was.

Break? he thought, this is a break? This place is making me edgy...

James walked over to Narcosis's table as Leiko was standing and moving out into the crowd. ((Assuming Narcosis doesn't make a move to stop her)) James leaned close to Leiko's ear so as to be heard without having to raise his voice he said, "If you wanted to find the others they're mostly downstairs in some kind of meeting with big 'G' and his crowd, if you wanted to go down I think I might follow after." Then he leaned back out again and waited for her response. He also started looking around for Vi who said she'd come back down when she was done cleaning up. She did everything else so fast he figured she'd have come back down by now.

[Bahamut810]

Jack looks down at the ground. *Hmmm...Im not sure what to do. If this is true...if he did turn Fong over to Utopia to be dissected? We cant let that go unpunished...*

[BlueNinja]

James walked over to Narcosis's table as Leiko was standing and moving out into the crowd. ((Assuming Narcosis doesn't make a move to stop her)) James leaned close to Leiko's ear so as to be heard without having to raise his voice he said, "If you wanted to find the others they're mostly downstairs in some kind of meeting with big 'G' and his crowd, if you wanted to go down I think I might follow after." Then he leaned back out again and waited for her response. He also started looking around for Vi who said she'd come back down when she was done cleaning up. She did everything else so fast he figured she'd have come back down by now.

((If Narcosis does stop Leiko, then assume this happens afterwards.)) Leiko nods, then tilts her head to examine him. "Want to make *static*atic exit from the club?"

If James says yes, then Leiko will summon a pair of Chocobos ((Q-Construct, 4 successes)) for them to ride to the doors out of the club.

[Blue Thunder]

*****The Party*****

"I, too, see no r*pop*n for our two factions to be opposed. I was actually more curious how much danger you thought we were all in. D*crackle* shown himself quite willing to work with Utopia, and it occurs to me that such an alliance is not one easily ended ... and given Utopia's recent debacles, he might find it in his best interest to betray ano*hiss* us over to their embrace."

Narcosis finished her glass and set it down. "Marcel will do whatever he feels is necessary. He has a legion of Terat followers, and they would do anything he tells them to do. I'd be careful if I were you. Envy's trying to rally forces against Marcel...he's making the Prometheans a target. Marcel wouldn't hesitate to do anything to remove an obstacle, especially now that Mal has given every Terat free permission to do...well, anything."

He also started looking around for Vi who said she'd come back down when she was done cleaning up. She did everything else so fast he figured she'd have come back down by now.

Vi still hadn't come back. Perhaps she got sidetracked or changed her mind?

If James says yes, then Leiko will summon a pair of Chocobos ((Q-Construct, 4 successes)) for them to ride to the doors out of the club.

((I'll wait for Cottus' reply. Of course, if you wanted a truly dramatic exit you'd summon Fat Choco to crush all the dancers. Death by massive booty.))

*****King Cobra's Residence*****

"I joined the Teragen because Teras teaches independence. And what I've seen on the streets of New York tells me that independence from humanity proper will be desperately needed by novas in the days to come."

"In the days to come? You sound like you're with the Church of the Imminent Escheaton. The only terrible future that awaits novas is one caused by novas. You and I...we fight crime on the streets because it makes the people of the city safer, nova and baseline alike. But the Teragen...how do they make the world safer, even for novas? I don't see how killing innocents is going to help anything. It can only hurt. People like Geryon and Shrapnel are murderers. And every day, they're the reason that baselines dislike us more and more."

La Flamberge stepped in closer to King Cobra. "I didn't come here to pester you about that. I'm sorry. I noticed Narcosis downstairs, and she put me into a bad mood. I just wanted to see if you were alright. I miss you, kind of. I guess I get bored without your company. You keep disappearing like this, and I may end up patrolling the streets with Gothic Knight."

"Anyway, I have to go. I'll see you later, okay?"

La Flamberge opened King Cobra's apartment window, facing the back alley of the building. She leapt out of sight.

*****NV Meeting*****

The mood in the room had become somewhat hostile. So many Terats packed into a single space was only making it worse.

Envy's cell phone beeped. It was Mariana. A text message read "where r you ?"

Geryon said "I really don't want to repeat myself again. You can fight your war against Deloremier, but don't come in here and tell us what we should and should not be doing. And don't talk like you understand Nova Vigilance. You clearly don't."

"You say you're pissed at Mal? I'd keep those words to myself if I were you. I know a whole lotta Terats that already don't like you, and those are fighting words if I've ever heard them. Bashing Mal is pretty much the dumbest thing you could do."

"It makes me wonder if Marcel is the greatest threat to the Teragen's future, or if you are."

Sloppy Joe opened the door, having overheard the discussion. "I think you all...should leave now..."

((Is it just me, or did I just make Geryon sound like a profession wrestler smack-talking? I half-expect him to grab a microphone and get up in Envy's face.))

[SkyLion]

Envy shakes his head. "Yeah, and I know a "lotta" Terats don't like you much either Geryon. But that's never stopped you before,has it?" He sighs. "I would have thought you of all people would have understood..."

Eny turns to the door and begins walking.

"Let's leave these gentlemen to their own scheming shall we? It would seem I am correct about the lack of Terat fellowship."

Before exiting the room, Envy stops, turning his head sideways. He speaks, obviuosly to Geryon but is looking right at Sloppy Joe.

"Be seeing you..."

Envy exits, presumably with the other Prometheans (Though perhaps Geryon might let Jack and Jill stay, since they were at the raids.) He begins to make his way back to Turncoat.

,,

While on the way he punches back a text message. "Working now... See you tonight?"

[Blade90]

Kyle silently gets up to follow Envy and whoever else goes with him, waiting until they were out of and a slight ways from the room before addressing Envy. "Excuse me. Envy, correct?" And assuming he gets Envys attention Kyle continues. "My name is Kyle Dighton, and when you have the chance, I would like to speak to you. It is nothing incredibly urgent so if you have other things to do at this particular moment I understand. But it would be appreciated if we could talk at the earliest possible convenience."

[Bahamut810]

Jack watched as Envy turned to leave. He had to make a decision. One that would affect his future as a Terat, and possibly his future with Flare.

But what could they do? If everyone kept backstabbing everyone else in the movement like this, what would be left of Teras? Nothing. This was no better then baseline politics. No...this was worse.

*No...If this is true we cant let this go. We cant let such a violation go go unpunished. If we cant rely on our Terat bretheren to protect us in our weakest moment what hope is there for the movement?*

Jack stood up. It was time to make his stand. He nodded to Geyron and left with Envy. He hoped that Jill would come with him.

[Alex Green]

Bob pushes himself up and comments,

"I'll go... but I'll probably be back. Give me a holler if you find someone of good taste who needs replacing.”