RPG The Matrix: Nightraven

[Chaos]

[i]The Agent's fist came around in a right cross, and missed wholly. Neil had jumped back, speed suprising this Smith clone. However, an Agent was not to be outdone so easily. He jumped forward, right knee extended. His cap met with Neil's chest, knocking him down swiftly. Using unmatched grace, Agent Smith recovered himself and backflipped, only to jump forward again. This time, his right shin came across Havoc's neck, forcing a stifled groan to emit.

There, in the dead-end alley, it seemed that the Agent would have this fight. But it would only seem so if it wasn't for that Neil's .50 Desert Eagle hadn't been within arm's reach.

With that trademark sneer, the Smith clone reared his right fist back, uttering the classic "Goodbye, Mr. Levia." However, just as he finished the sentance, he felt the cold steel on the side of his temple...

The frighteningly loud gunshot echoed itself into nonexistance, rebounding off of the solid brick walls. The empty casing fell to the ground with a faint 'klink', and rolled away.

The body of a pizza delivery boy lay next to Neil, not that of an Agent. Cursing, Blank stood up, holstering his Desert Eagle in his pant's lip. He staggered over to the back corner, digging through a pile of garbage.

Suddenly, Flash sat up, shaking his head violently. He took the banana peel from his face and chunked it away. Neil chuckled, and helped him to his feet, where Flash resumed to remove trash from his clothes.[/i]

[b]Flash:[/b] "You know, I miss the good old days when an Agent would calmly stroll up in front of you, and talk first. This ******** of coming up behind you and tossing you face-first into a trashcan just ain't gonna work."

[b]Neil:[/b] "Tell me about it. But c'mon, we gotta get back to the safehouse before more show up. I don't feel like getting shot again."

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[size=1][b]Little did we know that in trying to get back to the safehouse that we were heading for more trouble than it seemed could have come from twenty agents...[/b][/size]

[Vegitto4]

[i] Ryan was watching their back from the rooftops, and had been following them for quite some time. He dropped down into the alleyway, and then stood, to look the others in the face. [/i]

[b] Ryan[/b]: Ok, we have about 3 closing in. I was watching them, as you guys were handling this one. One from the north, then from the east, and west. Shall we book it?

[i] they nod in agreement, as all 3 of them bust through the side door, and begin to sprint towards the safe house. Being that they have been moving them, they only remember the general direction. Neil whips out his phone....[/i]

[b] Neil: [/b] Operator, specifics of that exit I asked you for earlier.

[i] The operator tells him, and they turn up the speed. Ryan sees a bird in an open apartment, fluttering about in it's cage. 3 apartments down, he sees the same bird. He quickly stops the two others, and whispers [/i]

[b] Ryan: [/b] Deja Vu......get ready.........

[Talon]

[color=teal][i][b]Blaze stood still, making an odd grunt in his voice. Neil recognized it as Blaze's version of "Deja Vu", this time at an alleycat.[/i]

[b]Neil:[/b]Two D-vu's in one minute. This is gonna be bad. Operator, get us the Hell out of here!

[b]Blaze:[/b]Down, now.

[i]All of them ducked, avoiding a Browning 9mm spray from blowing skulls. Blaze pulled out his twin kitanas, looking at Neil for guidance.[/i]

[b]Neil:[/b]No. We don't attack. Not yet. We wait. GET US OUT OF HERE!!!!![/color]

[Chaos]

[b]Frost Over Speaker on Phone:[/b] "Operator here. A story down, boiler room. Second door on the left."

[i]Two of the Agents kept a net of fire over them, but they evade nicely, diving into the stairwell. They hauled down the steps, until they came to a door. Flash did a running kick, and the door gave way, only to stop dead against a brick wall.[/i]

[b]Ryan:[/b] "Operator, we have us a problem. Wall instead of a doorway."

[b]Frost Over Speaker on Phone:[/b] "Second story, room 216. It's secure. Take the fire escape."

[i]With an assuring nod, giving the all-clear from Blaze, who had taken watch over the stairs, and they dashed up once more. Once on ground level, Ryan led the way out by ramming the door down with his shoulder; time was of the essance and grace could be forgotten.

They ran up the metal steps, making an aweful racket, and climbed through a window of an unmarked apartment. They calmly opened the door, peeking out. Clear. They were in 237.

Jogging down the corridor, they came to the room within the minute. Flash simply opened the door, and walked through the threshhold. He therein disappeared, and Ryan followed. Just as he disappeared, four holes diced the doorframe, mere centimeteres from Neil's head. Down the hall, three Agents stood, monotone with matching suits and flawless dress. They paused the reload.[/i]

[b]Neil:[/b] "Go. I got 'em."

[b]Blaze:[/b] "All right. Make sure you do."

[b]Neil:[/b] "Just go already, dammit!"

[i]Blaze jumped through the frame, disappearing as he passed. Neil slammed the door shut, yelling a single word; 'End', and a slight hum emitted from the room to his right. As the Agents pulled the slides back on their nine millimeters, Neil drew his M11 Silenced Machine Guns.[/i]

[b]Neil:[/b] "Fine. Let's play!"

[center][b].:Bullettime:.[/b][/center][i]As the Agents fired their weapons, clips emptying, Neil did a graceful backflip, and jumped to the left afterwards. He twisted around, bending backwards as he ran halfway up the wall. Bullets slid past him, missing by an atom, as he jumped to the other side of the hallway. In midair he went head-over-heels, to the point were he was facing straight down. Bullets still whizzed past. Neil continued his dodging by taking a single bounding step down the wall, and firmly landed on the flood once more. As the Agents each fired one last shot in sync with each other, Neil jumped back, coming flat again the wall.[/i]
[center][b].:Bullettime:.[/b][/center]

[i]The Agents glanced at each other momentarily, before shooting nervous looks at Neil. He simply smiled innocently back. They reached into their jackets, trying their best to reload as fast as possible. Neil simple sidestepped into the middle of the hall, his M11s straight in front of him.

With a simotanious snap of the head, all three Agents looked at him with horror locked into their unseen eyes.

Bullets flew as the gunfire, not even as loud as a snap of the fingers, made way for the hollow grunts of the clones. One hundred and fourty rounds were unloaded into three Agent bodies in less than three seconds.

The bodies crumpled to the ground, emotionless even in death. But after a few seconds, they exploded harmlessly in a flash of green coding, light dipisitating away as it expanded outward. Neil smiled sarcastically, and holstered his M11s in the back of his jeans.[/i]

[b]Neil:[/b] "Operator, you with me?"

[b]Frost Over Speaker on Phone:[/b] "Sure am. Reestablished pick-up position, too."

[b]Neil:[/b] "Good. Eliminate link once I step through. Over."

[i]Neil hung up on his cell, and put it back in his pocket. He pulled the door open, and stepped through. The blinding white oblivion that rushed to his face, similar to the loading program, met him forcefully. He took three steps forward, and he was instantly in a dark room, huge, the size of a mansion. This room, lying on the line between The Matrix and the real world, was the safehouse.[/i]
-- -- --
Remember, we don't actually log into The Matrix anymore. The patch places us in the middle of the two worlds so that we don't have to jump all over the place to have to get to a specific area for a pick-up.

[James]

[color=#808080]The dark, almost gothic room was littered with art deco furniture, reminiscent of the 1930's. It was all dark oak and deep red leather. At one end of the room, various members of the team were huddled over a computer screen; no doubt mulling over the progress of the mission so far.

And, by a boarded-up window, on an expansive couch, sat Sasha. His body had sunk into the couch slightly and a white boot was propped on a nearby chair. The other boot was planted firmly on the floor in front.

Sasha was fondling a piece of string between his fingers, making web-like patterns. As Neil passed, Sasha glanced up over the rim of his sunglasses. "A little late, aren't we?" he murmured sarcastically.

Neil paused and looked around at Sasha. Neil didn't ever seem to be too confrontational with his own comrades, but he always responded when addressed by a teammate. "Under the circumstances, it's understandable," he replied.

Sasha merely nodded and waved his hand dismissively, perhaps to emphasize that his comment need not have been taken at all seriously in the first place. He turned his attention back to the interlacing string between his fingers.

At this point, the conversation in the room almost died entirely. Although the team were experienced and knew what they were doing, it was highly obvious -- as today's expedition underlined -- that The Matrix was a dangerous and often volatile place. It was like the middle of a battlefield, in the truest sense.

On this occasion, the entire team was not active. This was a more common occurrance in recent missions. If the entire team were active and the team itself was destroyed, there would be nobody left. In many cases, the decision as to who was involved was usually pretty calculated. But on this occasion, there was a definite sense that something hadn't been planned correctly. All avenues had not been considered; thus the quiet mulling over computer screens filled with millions of lines of code.

Blaze sat down next to Sasha and looked around the room. "Nice place here, eh?" he said.

"It's okay," said Sasha absently, not removing his attention from the web of string.

"What do you think we'll be doing next?" asked Blaze. Sasha continued to play with the string and maintained his fixed gaze. "I don't know, but whatever it is, it's not going to be pretty", he replied.[/color]

[Talon]

[color=teal][i]Blaze's body got used to the being back in the real world again, cutting his voice off. Sasha nearly jumped in surprise at Blaze's next question.[/i]

[b]Blaze:[/b]Hherg hig faxer?

[b]Sasha:[/b]What? I never understand you.

[b]Neil:[/b]He said "Where's the water".

[b]Sasha:[/b]You understand him?

[b]Neil:[/b]No.

[b]Sasha:[/b]Then how did you know he wants water?

[b]Neil:[/b]Right before we got ambushed, he siad he was gonna get a drink of water.

[b]Sasha:[/b]Oh.

[i]Blaze laughed hoarsely as his body began making corrections to itself, rearranging his torn vocal cords to a point where he was understandable, but still very raspy. He sat down next to Frost after the glass was emptied. He was looking for the Nebudchadnezzar.[/i]

[b]Frost:[/b]The system gets more and more complex every time we try to use it. Neo's death was just the first of many.

[b]Blaze:[/b]The oracle?

[b]Frost:[/b]I have no idea. Neil, you know if the Oracle is still around?

[i]Neil was busily raiding the mess area of the gargantuan room when the question was aroused. He walked to the area with Frost and Blaze, looking at the asker.[/i]

[b]Neil:[/b]Hmm?

[b]Sasha:[/b]He asked if the Oracle is still alive.[/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Rali stood in the middle of the construct, breathing deeply. Not that he had any need to in this place, but the motion came with the excercises he performed. Instinctive, intrinsical. A flowing stream of events that almost happened in a realm beyond his control. As if, once started, he had no means of pulling it up. [I]Knife hand guarding block left. Backhand punch. 180º spin ito knifehand block, another reverse punch. 90º turn left, low section block. Three high section punches. 270º spin left, high rising guarding block. Reverse punch. Another spin, into high rise guarding block, another punch. 90 degree turn, low, high section block, quick. Three more high sections. 270 degree turn into a knifehand strike, reverse punch. The same in the other direction. Left leg trails around, back to readiness, to equilibrium.[/I] Considered one of the simplest of patterns, but one that was perfect in its simplicity. That it only used upperbody attacks was a cause for the disdain surrounding it. A warrior needed to work with all his body, to synergise his physical capabilities into a single honed force, to meld the flows of whipcrack intensity that ran through his body. Or, Rali had said that, years ago, faced with one older and wiser than he, who had known more what he was talking about. But he was dead and gone. Everything Rali knew was dead and gone.

Or, more precisely, he'd never really known it in the first place. That didn't really trouble him. Very little did. He laconically, mechanically bowed, and spun back into the real world. The disorientation was fleeting, as it always was. He was adjusting to this, he supposed. Multiple other people were arrayed around the room, apparently deep in thought. That wouldn't be anything new. Concern was more apparent these days than boredom. And that was a substantial call.

Rali moved to one of the unoccupied couches, reclining into it. He close in the corner, drawing one leg up and resting his hands on it, and his chin on his hands, crossing his other leg under the first. Not a position most people would think of someone like him adopting... People always had the strangest ideas about those who knew fighting as well as their own heartbeat. They always seemed to think they always acted cool... Strange that.

Rali half considered making a round of sarcastic commentary, but thought better of disturbing the silence. So precious these days. Damn...he didn't even have anything to read...[/font][/color]

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]Ken stood to the side, three balls flying through the air in a pattern consistantly, his eyes watching each of them carefully, locked in a seperate pattern from the balls, his ceoncentration unwavering.

[b]Ken[/b]: Hey look. I'm juggleing.

[b]Neil[/b]: .. Why the [b]hell[/b] are you juggleing?

[b]Ken[/b]: Honestly? I dont know.

[b]Neil[/b]: Catch.

A small glass flew into the array of balls, entering the pattern flawlessly as he continued to juggle, a look of great contentment forming on Ken's face from the smooth tranistion he had just achieved.

[b]Neil[/b]: Too easy for you, try [b]this[/b] on for size.

A chair flew through the air and into the unsuspecting Ken, hitting him square in the face, the glass shattering on the floor as the balls slowly roll for a moment after landing. Ken murmered something, his face smashed between the wall and chair, a few flakes from the wall scattered around him.

[b]Neil[/b]: I thought you were supposed to be agile..

Another murmer, a bit louder this time, came from Ken as he shifted the chair off and to the side, getting up and dusting himself off, sitting the same chair.

[b]Ken[/b]: I'll get you for that man. I swear I will..

He jokingly pointed at Neil as he said that, a grin forming on his face, a hole in the wall now resting where the impact had taken place..[/color]

[Vegitto4]

[i] Ryan grinned from the corner of the room. These jokes were needed, being that the tension from today's mission was still high. Why had the agents noticed their presence? They inevitably always do, but it was quicker this time. As if they had almost found this safehouse. He quickly dismissed the thought, and continued to watch the others. [/i]

[b]Ryan: [/b] Hey, neil, U want to spar a bit, until the next mission at least. When is that anyway?

[i] Neil grinned[/i]

[b] neil: [/b] Sure man. For a little bit anyway. I'll finish you off quick, and have time for a nap.

[i] Both kinda laughed, as they qere quickly logged into the training program.....[/i]

[Talon]

[color=teal][i]Blaze entered the Construct, falwlessly pulling out and spinning his Colt .45s, mentally calling up an extremely difficult shooting range program, where the targets shot back and moved. Fast. Seamlessly, as if made of water-turned-silk, Blaze spun, taking out three of the dummies with two bullets, one head shot, another fragmenting through one's sternum into the other's groin. Flipping, he peeled off two more, then five, with as many bullets. He began to run up a wall his mind had called in, killing more and more dummies. Craig stopped what he was doing and looked at Blaze with a little surprise and respect in his eyes.[/i]

[b]Ryan:[/b]Whoa. Lara Croft on steroids AND adrenaline.

[b]Blaze:[/b]Not even close. I need to work harder to get there.

[i]Blaze shook his head and took out his Python, aiming low and blowing the entire lower half out of a dummy at close range. He looked to neil, who looked back. Blaze walked out of the Contsruct, wondering what to do if any agents came.[/i][/color]

[Vegitto4]

[i] Ryan grinned, as he had stepped into the loaded sparring program. personal weapons weren't allowed, only those in the current setting, which happened to be 2 katanas, as well as a small amount of shiruken's. He stood on one side, his black martial arts gi settleing down, as he blindfolded himself. He sat down, and began to meditate, awaiting Neil's arrivial.



10 minutes later......

Over a " loud speaker"

[/i]

[b] Operator:[/b] Ryan, lets go, we got our next mission, Neil's breifing us........

[i] Ryan mutters to himself, as he exits the program, and enters the Safehouse room. He looks at all the others, and then to neil, who begisn to explain the next mission.....[/i]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Loren Fingeon entered silently, padding in on the balls of her feet, cushioned by leather. Neil didn't notice her leaning against the wall behind him until he was finished spouting. As soon as he was done, he turned around. She gave him a lazy look over and raised a hand in greeting.[/i]

Neil: When did you come in?

Loren: Half way through.

[i]He stared at her, then caught himself and returned his focus to her pale eyes.[/i]

Loren: I was told to come here. By the Oracle.

Flash: She's alive?

Loren: Quite. I've been learning many things from her. But I've come here to finish my training. I hope you don't mind.[/COLOR]

[Chaos]

[b]Neil:[/b] "Not at all. Actually, this is one time that I care that you're here. I myself didn't know if the Oracle was still alive. Bless her heart."

[b]Loren:[/b] "I already did. And thanked her while I was at it."

[b]Neil:[/b] "Atta girl..."

[b]Ken:[/b] "Stop flirting, Neil." :D

[i]Neil glared harshly at Ken, shaking a fist mockingly towards him, but soon turned his attention back to Loren.[/i]

[b]Neil:[/b] "Training you say, eh? It would be a good idea. We're hitting the federal bank tomorrow, in case you missed it. Just a thing to draw the Agents out. So, are you going to work alone or do you want a spar partner?"

[b]Loren:[/b] "Are you volunteering?"

[b]Neil:[/b] "Are you accepting?"

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Her faint smile spoke volumes. She might be an expert at communications, but not exactly with the opposite sex. He grinned at her, and she blushed and coovered her face with the side of her hand.[/i]

Flash: Oo...

Loren: Shut up.[/COLOR]

[Chaos]

[i]Neil came closer, turning her towards a door to the left, next to the computers. He opened it for her, and gently pushed her through it, and then stepped through himself, closing the door after him.

Bleak white surrounded them, but they continued to walk forward, until they appeared in a feudal Japan-like dojo, lit by candles around the edges. Loren, turning away from Neil, stretching out.[/i]

[b]Neil:[/b] "Charming place, eh? Would make for a great tea ceremony. Too bad we're going to be kicking the crap out of each other, huh?"

[i]Neil looked over towards Loren, who bent over at the waist, tips of her fingers easily touching the floor. She lent to one side, gently exercising her abs. Of course, Neil was focused on, to put it nicer, her lower torso. He made a silent 'whoooo', biting his index knuckle.

He looked away in false innocence, as Loren raised her eyebrow towards him as she looked at him over her thigh. She stood up again, and walked over, coming within five feet. She assumed a limber ballet position, looking expectantly towards Neil.[/i]

[b]Neil:[/b] "What? Are you expecting me to catch you when you jump and dance in the air? Haha."

[i]Neil instantly found himself on his ***, a nice stinging sensation in his cheek. He looked up in remote amusement to see Loren, gently letting her right leg down. He started rubbing his face with the back of his hand casually. He stood up after a second, nonchalantly.[/i]

[b]Neil:[/b] "I've forgotten how high you can kick. I still think that can come in handy elsewhere."

[i]Now Neil had a similar sting in the other side of his face, and he also had another opportunity to meet with the floor.[/i]

[Vegitto4]

[i] Ryan grins as he watches the screen, and cleans his pistols at the same time. [/i]

[b] Ryan: [/b] Those two might cause a problem during a mission if they constantly flirt like that........

[b] ken: [/b] When we hit the bank, shall we keep them seperate?

[i] All nod in agreement, even Rali.... which was surprising. usually he just sits there, relaxe as all get out.

As soon as Ryan finishes cleaning his pistols, and he puts a clip into both, a flash on the screen occurs. It seems, that Loren has kicks neil back into a couple candles, and the dojo begins to light afire.....however, amidst the flames, he watches the two battle it out, and he waves the others over.......[/i]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Rali took a quick glance at the screen, quickly finding it boring. He'd seen combat before, and an undisciplined, uncontrolled frenzy like that was shaping up to be held very little interest. Combat at its finest was an art form, a dance proscribed, simply because you knew exactly what you're opponent was going to do, and reacted an instant before he'd started the move.

Naturally, he was generally considered a perfectionist. He was interested to see if that remark was repeated if he performed some of his kama routines though... Maybe later.

He walked around basically aimlessly, looking for a decent book. They seemed rarer and rarer these days. A small, stashed library of his offered some solace, some escapism, from a world that was increasingly not worth feeling for. A few classic titles, Peril's Gate, Warhost At Vastmark, Redemption of Althalus, and the rest. A collection of books he'd read countless times.

One more round wouldn't hurt.[/font][/color][/I]

[James]

[color=#808080]While Neil and Loren continued to train, Sasha remained seated. Outwardly, he did not seem terribly interested in the goings on nearby. Rather, he was in his own little world. Sasha was a thoughtful individual who carefully considered every action taken. This, he thought, was perhaps in greater contrast to the likes of Neil and Ken, who seemed to be slightly more aggressive in approach -- but no less responsible in the end.

Sasha stood up and walked toward the Safehouse exit. He was stopped by Ryan, who blocked the entrance swiftly.

"Where are you going?" inquired Ryan, looking directly at Sasha.

Sasha paused and moved his focus past Ryan's face. "I'm going out. You don't need me here, do you?"

"I don't know. Neil is training right now, but we might be leaving here at any moment."

Sasha grinned and shook his head slowly. He arched his back and refocused on Ryan. His eyes were a vivid blue -- they had a penetrating effect on their subject. "I'm sure that Neil will contact me if I'm needed. But until then, I'm not going to wait around here. I'm going to get some lunch; it's not often that we get to eat succlent steak..."

At this, Ryan nodded knowingly. "Yeah, I know...", he seemed to be in a slight trance at the thought of fresh steak. Perhaps he'd forgotten about the danger that the agents posed within The Matrix, at least for the time being.

Sasha gently pushed past Ryan and exited the Safehouse. His destination was a little bistro in New York City...[/color]

[Vegitto4]

[i] Ryan quickly snapped out of wishing of a nice steak, with the close of the door to the safe house. He thought nothing of Shasha leaving, and leaned against the door, watching now, as the training was being shown on an entire wall, for everyone to see. [/i]

[b] Ryan: [/b] Hmmmmm, u think neil might get any better from this? Or just release some of his pent up "energy"

[i] the others snickered, as some cleaned weapons, others read, and others slept. He just ocntinued to wait, as he had nothing in the Matrix to accomplish.......[/i]

[Chaos]

OOC: Ahem...C[i]y[/i]pher is dead, Vegitto. I appreciate the...semi-effort...but be a little patient. I told you this once before. Don't make me have to tell you a third time.
-- -- --
[i]Neil got up, jaw twitching. He snapped his neck from left to right, trying to stretch out his muscles and limber his head from the cocked position it was in. Loren had a hell of a kick.

He raised his fists, as if he was boxing, making with the footwork as well. Jogging in place, he played around, throwing childishly fake punches, face a mask of false strain. Loren simply snorted and rolled her eyes.[/i]

[b]Loren:[/b] "Will you please hurry and grow up sometime soon? Your humor is only funny for the first five minutes."

[b]Neil:[/b] "Aww. But it's only been four and a half."

[i]Loren crossed her arms, giving him one of[/i] those [i]looks. The kind when a woman's about to slap the utter piss out of you for being a smartass. The kind of look that a wife would give a husband for coming home smelling of cheap perfume. The kind of look that--

Before Loren could even see it, Neil's right fist gently touched the side of her cheek. Not a blow, but more of a mocking tag. His hand rested there, balled in a tight knot, as everything but his face was serious for a fight. He smiled like a giddy child, eyes shining with an 'I-told-you-so' look.[/i]

[b]Neil:[/b] "Tag. You're it." :toothy:

[Talon]

[color=teal][i]Blaze sighed, putting a watch around his wrist. He tossed another watch of the same type to Rali.[/i]

[b]Blaze:[/b]Press the button on the side to warn me of any agents, or when Neil decides on our mission.

[b]Rali:[/b]Where are you going?

[b]Blaze:[/b]There's a Linkin Park concert at Madison Square. I gotta be there.

[i]Blaze hitched up his katanas, pressing a button on the hilt and retracting the perforated blades. Placing the hilts into his overcoat pocket, he produced front-row seats to the concert and placed them in his back jeans pocket. To finish the ensemble, Blaze grabbed his Colt .45s and put them in his holsters. Cinching the overcoat closed, he walked out of the safehouse......into the Matrix. Right next to Madison Square Gardens.[/i]

[b]Frost:[/b]Hey Blaze, we got an emergency exit for you, the "under maintenance" ladies' room, just outside the concert hall. You'd better enjoy that concert, man. At least for me.

[b]Blaze:[/b]No problem, mano. You and Rali watch my back, unless you want to come with me, Rali?[/color]

[Losing Faith]

He stood, silently, as a shadow, along the wall. He watched the two that sparred, his own form boiling with it's want for battle. Liquid smooth, Heretic floated out of the 'room', disconnecting himself from the virtual simulation. He looked around the empty room, stored with tattered remains of Earth's history and humanity's philosophers. He had many video recordings, but, the old, hand-written beauty was something more than he could resist.

Hunting thoughts dwelt there, hidden in his recesses. He was patient, silent. He could wait, the mountain moving amidst the hills, and strike when the order was given.

But, until the melodramatics were to be acted out, he would read Sun Tzu. The Art of War had always fascinated him...

He did not know why.

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Rali looked at Blaze a long moment, almost derisive.[/I]

Rali: Don't be rediculous. You think I'd stay cramped up here when there was live music available? Even if it is a travesty such as Linkin Park?

Blaze: Sorry for not sharing your fascination with the goth music scene.

Rali: You'll live.

Blaze: We'll see.

[I]They left quickly, Rali tucking a pair of kamas, black handled with chrome studs, under his shirt. This would be a lot better than waiting, besides, high potential for a fight.[/font][/color][/I]

[Vegitto4]

[i] Ryan was getting bored just sitting there....and Linkin park didn't have the best reputation of performances that were live.

He stood up, grabbed rebellion, slid him onto his back. He then slid both pistols into holsters under his coat, and then put his shiruken's under his sleeves.
[/i]

[b] Ryan: [/b] hey Flash, i'm out man. Watching them play is getting boring. U want to join me? High possibility that we will run into some agents out there, and besides, I'm itching for a burger......

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Her fingers instantly twisted themselves around his wrist and she flung him up into the air. As he became airborne, she swept both her legs underneath him and did a perfect handstand, connecting with his waist. He ignored the pain and landed, staggering slightly. She smiled and flipped forwards, landing in the splits, arms held out gracefully.

He grimaced at her inhuman flexibility and waited. Before he started thinking about becoming bored, he noticed a sharp pain in his lower back and looked over his shoulder. Loren was standing there, her palm implanted on his spine. His reaction carried her over his head and onto her back. She rolled away from his kick and landed on her feet. He made a grab for one and twisted viciously outwards. She made no grimace of pain and simply looked at him. Ballet training had conditioned her turn out to more than 180 degrees. This was nothing.[/i][/COLOR]