Posts by Tyran

"Five will not die. I intend to make sure Two survives until the end of time," I assured them, appearing out of thin air. Hopefully they wouldn't just blast me with whatever legacies they happened to have, but I must admit, as childish as it was, I had a taste for dramatic entrances.

"Mhh, sorry about that, but I felt it was necessary. And my hunch paid off, it would seem. I am Jake Hightower," I lied smoothly. It was one of many aliases that I had created for myself. Anyone searching for a Jake Hightower in most public systems would find a wealth of information... All fake of course, but enough to convince all but the most diligent of searchers that he was quite real. "And I have the luck to be Number Nine. Odd coincidence, all being in London, though I suppose everyone makes their way here some time or another," I mused with a chuckle, noting that the boy had one of the same legacies as I did, control over ice.

Jarek turned away from Cayle to raise an eyebrow at Sarge. "Care to explain what the girlish screaming is about, ex-lieutenant?" he asked, not getting up from where he knelt by Cayle. Whoever used that gas on his little boy would... Whoah whoah whoah whoah, "his little boy"? Wasn't that a little premature? Crap. Attachment sucked ass.

OOC: I refuse as well. I am rallying valiantly, and if I never have time for this site, I promise to MAKE time! Chargeeeeee!

IC: Jarek's gaze hardened considerably at Sarge. "I told that annoying b****, but would she listen to me? Noooo. She had to go and get even more stubborn! I suppose I'll have to go rescue her sorry a-..." Jarek seemed to just now notice that Leyko was awake and Cayle was stirring as well. "Err, butt. Liam, go back to the Eclipse mansion. Tell them I sent you to tell them to search the downtown area for any sign of Chryis Bane. Do you remember what the guy looked like?" Jarek turned to Sarge here.

I turned a small, rather sad smile at the boy. "Yes, lucky," I agreed absently. I lied absently. It would only be lucky if Number Two survived... To watch, metaphorically speaking, every Number below me die until it was my turn? I considered that torture, not safety. "How long have you two been in London?" I wanted to know. I was curious to see if my visions were holding out on me or not.

Jarek sighed and ran a hand through his hair at "Daddy?". He was finding it hard enough not to go soft on these kids already. "No, sweetheart, I'm not Leon. You're mommy's just away for a little while, in fact, I'm going to go get her right now," he promised her with a nod.

Cayle let out a little groan as he opened his eyes. "I didn't want to go to sleep," he complained irritably, shaking his head sluggishly. Jarek grinned at the boy in amusement. Belligerence was always funny.

"I gotta go you two, stay here with Rihanna and be good, okay? That's what mommy would want," he told them sternly before leaving, maintaining a false sense of calm in front of the two kids.

"I'm a little drunk on you, and high on summertime," Jarek sang loudly as the jeep moved down the street. The Eclipse gang member driving, despite his fear of the legendary psychopath, couldn't help but sigh. If anyone was nearby, you could be sure they'd hear. They'd reached the downtown area not a minute ago, and he'd been singing some song in a fake Western accent ever since. "Well if you ain't a ten you're a nine point nine, tippin' and spillin' that homemade wine on your tied-up, t-shirt, every little kiss is drivin' me wild, throwing little cherry bombs into my fire," Jarek continued to roar, for reasons unknown to any but himself. He wanted the jerk to know he was coming, actually, but he wasn't about to tell a flunkie that.

Rayne took a plain hot dog and ate it slowly, his eyes narrowed in thought. The guy was known as a bit of a blood-hound, in that once he had resolved to do something he did it, and screw the consequences. And he had just resolved to figure this stupid prankster out. "There's at least one girl involved, that scream was a girl's," he started with a slight nod. "But I doubt most girls would be strong enough to bodily drag Ryan on a string or whatever they used, so there's probably a guy too. Boyfriend and girlfriend with matching creepy interests? Brother and sister? Or just friends?" Rayne continued to think out loud, his food all but forgotten.

Rayne raised an eyebrow at her. "I assume so. Whoever Austin and Isabel just saw watching us is probably one of them," he replied with a sigh, turning to stare out the window again. "I'm a little drunk on you, and high on summertime," he sang absently, under his breath, the cogs in his head turning, turning, turning.

"Do robots dream of electric sheep?" Jarek asked himself as he ascended to the top of the commercial complex. This would afford him an excellent view of every window facing west to the east of him, and if he saw nothing, he would switch it around and climb a tower that let him see the eastern sides. And then the north, and then the south. If he still had found nothing... Well. The sun was going down, and anyone with any sense would be forced to turn on lights. And even the best black-out windows and drapes admitted some light, light which Mask could detect with his crazy magical abilities.

Not magic, Jarek, just observation, Mask reminded him, at which Jarek snorted in disbelief.

OOC: Woops. Oh well, Jarek was too busy belting out lyrics to hear Peace anyway, come to think of it. I didn't read every post for the last two pages, sorry I missed yours. xD

Jarek turned to look at Church. "Church, good to see you decided to show up. Any visuals on Chryis or the loser? I want her out of here before that sun goes down completely," he asked, raising one black eyebrow at the other boy.

Mace sauntered down to the trader's warehouse, making eye contact with everyone he could. Best that they knew he wasn't willing to back down from a fight, scared people always avoided that. And these people were definitely scared.

He spent the next hour or so haggling over price and amount with the prudish trader, with much shouting and blustering and open bribing. But eventually he was able to strike an excellent deal, though, of course, Mace acted like he had just been robbed. He left the trader's looking like a dejected puppy, and kept up the act all the way back to the ship, where he let a big grin take over his face. Lord above, he loved this life.

"Where?" was all Jarek said in reply, watching Church intently. Whoever had kidnapped Chryis was so going to pay. Before that jerk had showed up Jarek was the only one who had been able to boast at such a feat! He wanted his record back. He'd have to kidnap Chryis again, just so he could say he'd done it twice. Heh. Naw, he was just kidding. To his surprise, he realized that even if he had the chance, he wouldn't. Not that he didn't want Chryis... Err, that way, but the guilt would eat him alive. Ugh, just like he said earlier, puppies and rainbows. So depressing. And so convoluted.

Jarek let out a low growl. "Stay here. I'll ice this f***** myself," he snarled before stalking toward the rim of the building. It was too long to jump... But a power cable ran between the two buildings. Once upon a time, he knew, they had transferred electric power over vast distances. But it had been a very long time since these cabled had ever held a charge, so it was relatively safe. So long as Masky helped him to keep his balance.

Jarek Shard, Tight-rope Walker, he though, as he crossed to the other building. If Chryis wasn't here somewhere he could toss a grenade in and be done with it, but unfortunately that wasn't an option. Instead he started to withdraw his handgun... But then his foot bumped against something. He looked down and his eyes widened considerably before he picked it up. "Well I'll be," he murmured, examining it. But he returned to his senses quickly and he pressed himself to the wall to avoid being seen standing there like a dope. He would let the kidnapper make one more move before Jarek made his, hopefully the idiot would move into a favorable position. Favorable for Jarek, that was.

OOC: Sorry for the inactivity! xD I've had to cut down to just a few roleplays recently, and even those I'm having trouble maintaining. But rally I shall, so long as I get a recap. :P

Jarek entered the room as quietly as a shadow, listening closely to the constant stream of instructions Mask gave him. Step there, balance on your heal there, keep off that board, that kind of thing. He removed a throwing knife from his belt and flicked his wrist upward, catching it by the tip. Jarek then slowly moved sideways until he could see into the room... The Eclipse leader drew his arm back, focused on Mask's guidance, and threw the knife right at the blond boy. Here we go, he thought to himself as it leapt from his fingers.

OOC: Got it. And that's funny, cause Jake likes Alec, so he won't be fond of Snow. Oh well. Drama is why we're here, after all. Hehe. Charge!

IC: I found it difficult to focus on the conversion, not necessarily because of the circumstances, but because of the gray haze. I'd made another jump from normal to depressive. At least I hadn't gone manic yet, that was almost more scary than depressive. I got... Well, let's just say I got difficult to be around in the manic stage. Although, I did prick my ears, metaphorically speaking, of course, when the guy asked Alec what his hobbies and such were. I had been basically listening to the rest, getting to know the people I'd be - hopefully - escaping with was good. I just hoped he didn't bother to ask me.

I had to resist the urge to wince. Why was the kid blushing like that anyway? He looked like a girl. No, no, that was mean, and one thing I tried very hard to do was not be mean in depressive phases. "I really don't see how it's any of you're business and-..." here I sighed and gave Snow an apologetic glance. "Sorry, ignore that. I guess you could call me a jock. Any kind of sport does it for me, I just pick it up really quickly I guess. Uhm... I love to cook, I guess," just the hint of a smile made it's way onto my face, "I'm a sucker for good food, sue me, my mother could have been a five-star chef if she wanted to be... Other than that? I'm not that interesting. I can mimic almost anybody if that counts," I added as an after-thought. It wasn't really a hobby though, just a skill. I'd originally used it to make fun of my friends, but then I'd realized I was quite good at it.