<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Timestamp: 29 Tessera 81378, late evening Location: In an abandoned Army Base situated deep under the swamp. Area in HQ: Area Two, Sacred Society Character: Medhsnuja Panym, 2500. (wings present unless said in rp Clothing: Not important. Character that might appear: Phoenix Tlekaj, 2400 Clothing: Not important This is the Initiation Ceremony. All who wish to be members must be in this thread, including scientists ect. Prior to this meeting, you would have only met Medhsnuja, once, and no one else. No one will know you are here, and only Medhsnuja knows your name. You will also have been escorted here by a pair of daemons. You have the freedom to creating the daemons but as soon as you are in the room, they return to their posts or else it'll get confusing ;) If anyone else wishes to join the Gang, PM me.</td></tr></table> Medhsnuja was sitting in the Ritual room upon his black marble throne. No one else was in the room, except for the two daemon guards by the entrance and both held a large curved sword in one hand as they stood perfectly still. The whole room was made of the black marble, an addition to the army base which Medhsnuja had stumbled on a few months ago, and the only light was coming from small silver metal dishes attached to the wall in which a purple fire burned, causing an eerie feel in the room. Medhsnuja had selected a few pendragons to begin his plan to take over Ramath-lehi, and today was the Initiation Ceremony, to see if they were all worthy of him. They would each have to complete three tasks, each one harder than the other and with the risk of death if they failed. Of course, death would be a very messy business indeed. And the failiure would also be in one hell of a lot of pain. And Medhsnuja was all up for someone to die. It would make things... much more entertaining. The hour the Ceremony had to began was the ninth, and each task would take a total of an hour to complete with the amount of 'dragons invited. Then at midnight, he'd say who'd got in and who had failed. If they hadn't failed already of course. The applicant's would be arriving anytime now, for the hour was that of eight, and they were told not to be late....
Sulphea walked... sort of, into the room. Two daemons dragging her by her arms. "Hey! gedoff you ugly fre... who are you?" she said as she layed eyes upon the 'dragon on the throne. "And I thought this place was abandoned. well, ya learn something new every day dontcha."
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Dyslexia Creating Stories, Apprentice Drawing, Apprentice Current Clothing - Red tee over long sleeved black shirt, gray and black cargo pants, rainbow armsocks, green hoodie tied around her waist. She has her double set of wings. Mordraug Machina Technology, Master Poisons, Master Current Clothing - None </td></tr></table> Dyslexia shivered slightly, mismatched oculi wide with apprehension. To her right walked an older male, his ragged and eccentric apppearance seeming right at home in the swampy land they had travelled through. They had entered the swamplands not long ago, and had been approached by a pair of daemons. The daemons had said not a word, but quickly began ushering the pair towards some unknown location. The vibrantly colored femme was scared, she wasn't ashamed to admit the fact. Dys' fear was only kept in check by her overwhelming sense of curiousity, the urge to know what was going on. Her wings were pulled tight against her back, and her silky fur was raised along her spine, an indication of her agitation. Mordraug was fairing much better, the vampire had seem much during his life time, and gotten out of many near death situations relatively unscathed. His machina augmentations clicked a whirred faintly as he moved, and his ever present leather satchel of poison ingrediants rested comfortably against his right hip. As the pair entered what appeared to be a throne room, they were witness to the creature they had seen only once before, Medhsnuja. Mordraug slowly approached the throne, bowing slightly, ever careful to keep on what was probably his newest employers good side. Dys fared much worse, wrapping her arms tightly about herself and glancing nervously about the room. Where are we...? she thought to herself, turning her gaze to the large male on the throne.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Character: Prototype X-7 Clothing: None, save his Mechanical Frame and armor, which cover everything up Mission Objectives: 1. Attend secret meeting 2. Pass initiation Machina Technology, Basic Teleport Technology, Basic Hope I didn't screw up... :D </td></tr></table> 7th hour, if he was gonna get there in time he had to find the place and quick. Two daemons had approached him, weapons drawn and Prototype X-7 had quickly dispatched the two daemons shortly after without realising they might be his escorts. He quickly disposed of their bodies and his computer side did a quick scan of the area. <span style='color:green'>Installation detected 1.2 kilometres to the west, Option menu?</span> <span style='color:blue'>Yes, Also list defenses, all entry points and do a quick thermal scan</span> <span style='color:green'>Confirmed,</span> <span style='color:green'>1. Casually aproach base and explain you are here for the initiation. 2. Destroy base and iradicate all lifeforms 3. Dispatch main defenses 4. Avoid base Thermal scan determines several lifeforms, Mostly Daemon, but also several pendragons as well, All lifeforms appear to be armed, heavy defenses, Cannot determine Number of entry points.</span> <span style='color:blue'>Select Option 1, Disregard others. Computer on standby, Confirm</span> <span style='color:green'>Confirmed, lowering power levels</span> X-7 made his way to the base and was permitted inside. He was directed to a throne room and he stood in front of the pendragon sitting on the throne itself and inclined his head, awaiting it's response.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Character: Kilske Wearing: Dark blue hoodie, black tank top, navy blue cargo pants, Menlo cap</td></tr></table> Kilske walked irritably through the swamp; her pant legs caked with dried mud. She zipped her hoodie and walked silently on. She was having a bit of trouble finding the place, though she had not been told exactly where to go. The pendragon had simply told her crude directions. Kilske stopped and looked around. "Great." She said out loud. As she did, two daemons appeared in the distance. She cocked an eyebrow and walked hesitantly towards them. "You guys my guide?" She asked scornfully. They did not answer; instead they started to walk away. Kilske followed moodily behind. After a while of walking and blind sighted travel underground, she came to a large open area. The two daemons dispersed and went deeper into the room on some other business. Kilske looked around at the pendragons already gathered. Then her attention was drawn to the pendragon seated on the throne. She did a crude bow to him, assuming that he was the one that she would be answering to from now on. That is of course unless she failed, which she told herself was highly unlikely.
Medhsnuja looked amused as a female was dragged into the room by two guards, shouting for them to let her go. He chuckled inwardly as he looked her over. She was quite pretty, he noticed, and her display of anger made her look very attractive to him. His crimson eyes sparkled in the dim light as he watched her, dipping his head slightly to signal her captors to return to their posts. He didn't utter a reply to her question, for now was not the time to converse as the expected 'dragons began to arrive. Two were escorted into the room, a male named Mordraug and a female named Dyslexia. Mordraug instantly gave respect to Medhsnuja who dipped his head slightly in greeting, pleased for the respect so early on. Dyslexia was the more uncomfortable of the pair, arms wrapped quite defensively across her chest, and Medhsnuja was quite fascinated with her. Her colouring was remarkable and another plus side was that she was in the Janardan Acadamy. Medhsnuja had taken to her right away. His crimson eyes gave her a longer glance, taking her all in from her head, right down to her tailtip. He gave her a small smile before his attention was diverted to the entrance of another. This one was different to the others. X-7 was not entirely a pendragon, more half one and half of a machine. This would again be a plus side to add to the gang. X-7 would be able to assess a target from a distance. And could proivde a very big distraction via his machinery. Medhsnuja knew instantly that he'd "killed" the two escorts for him. Thing is, you can't actually kill a daemon. They're already dead. In a sense. So they just returned to what's called the Netherworld, neither here nor there, awaiting for their next instructions from their master Medhsnuja. Medhsnuja just looked back at X-7, no verbal response from his maw just yet. Only when the chime struck the hour of nine would he speak, and no sooner. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>No worries pirateferret. When you're ready :)</td></tr></table>
Sulphea reached into her trenchcoat and pulled out a small computer. After messing with some buttons she looked up and said "Oh, so your Medhsnuja... so, this is quite a coincidence, I was looking for you a few days ago. Well, lucky me." hmm, hes starting up a cult like gang... ooh, and gangs get ritches!! Sulphea stared loveingly at nothing impaticular, dreaming about all the gemstones and power that she will get in the next few months.
Dyslexia looked on in wonder at the last pendragon to arrive, if he could be considered a 'dragon... The chimera was enraptured by the odd appearance of the steel and flesh behemouth. One pale white paw reached up to brush rainbow bangs from her eyes, as she openly stared at the huge creature. Mordraug was also interested in the huge being, but for other reasons. He was a well respected name in the machina field, but he had heard not a whisper of this huge 'dragon. A blending of machina and organic, he was technological advancement embodied. Dragging his gaze away from X-7, he turned back to Medhsnuja. "What is it that I can do for you, lord? he asked, his voice staggered and raspy.
<span style='color:blue'>I see I have an admirer...</span> X-7 said, after raising his head and staring straight back at Dyslexia, his Robotic eye zooming in and out. He chuckled, and walked over to the wall and leaned against it, being careful not to let his armor scrape the elaborate Marble. He started checking his weapons systems and machinery, getting ready for whatever the dragon on the throne might make happen.
Kilske stood in her plce examining the beautifuly decorated room. It was not entirely to Kilske's taste, but the torches here and there did cast interesting shadows that she could easily conceal herself in should the need arise. She had decided to join this 'gang' for the simple fact of having a chance to show off her amazing skills. She was a master of shadows and infultration, and was confident that she would at least have a chance to prove herself here. She glanced back up at the pendragon on the throne and ran a hand through her hair. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorry for the wait.</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorries guys. I'm on a minimum posting budget over the school week. BUt this week's half term so I'll be posting more regulary;)</td></tr></table> Medhsnuja peered at Sulphea curiously as she typed in some data into her handheld computer and retrived his name. She could be very useful indeed. His focus changed to the one kneeling at his feet, Mordraug, as he spoke. Medhsnuja just looked coolly at him before glancing at the deamons on guard to shut and bolt the door to the room and rising from the throne. It was time to begin. Welcome one and all to the Headquarters of Shades of Black. As you know, I am Medhsnuja, Ruler and founder of the Shades of Black. Each one of you, apart from one, were chosen carefully according to your skills and abilities. But don't believe you will be able to join us like that, he said clicking his fingers, for there are Rituals and Tests to pass. Now proceed to line up and one by one tell me your name and trades.. He already knew their trades of course along with their names, but this was just for arguments sake. Besides, there was the one who he didn't know much about. But she too, now in the HQ, had to comply to his orders and do the tasks. His feathered wings were folded neatly against his back, and his large torso made eerie shadows along the black marble floor because of the dim light casting it's glow on them all
Sulphea was the first in line "I am Sulphea Monachside" she gave everyone on the room her trademark dont-say-a-word-about-the-name glare and continued "and I do anything and everything, and if i dont know how, I can find out in under a day." She walked to the side of the silent line and allowed the next 'dragon to step forwards.
Nhadala was shown in to the room as a pair of strange contorted creatures held her slender wrists as her sharp eyes placed about the room as she was led or more the less kidnapt from the glacial area of down south to a place that had a reek of death as her lips murmured slowly flickering the audits before they pinned at the small creatures her audits looking like small horns beneath silken tendrils of porclain white. A complying motion as she listened to a small bit of the speeched from Medhsnuja's lips as her eyes averted about slowly feeling in her body the pulse of warmth form her heart twin, Sebastian. the body gave out a twitch that shook the small creatures form holding her still to hiding like her obcene Feral like form soemthing aobut those creatures made her feel uncomfort but still she was strong to its immune from her heart twin she shared the same idendical powers of hyponsis and Necromancy but only faint unles lent to her froms ome type of contradictory force that he knew she was in trouble and her own skills could not help. Looking aobut at the other bodise slowly nodding counting them off slowly with a tactical eye. spiteful.
Dyslexia waited as the other two females answered first, giggling slightly at the look Sulphea gave everyone. When her turn came, she stepped forawrd fluidly, tail plume lightly sweeping behind her. She gazed up at Medhsnuja, taking a large breath. "My name is Telesh Sah'Khogukurju Dominion Eausrureat Qemkittluba Resanah Themahnutsuh Rymapumkaj," she paused to take another gulp of air, "But call me Dyslexia." she said quietly, with almost a cheeky tone. Her fear had seemingly evaporated in the blink of an eye, leaving the brilliantly colored femme feeling nothing more than a little bored. "I'm an an artist and a writter, I'm attending the Janardan Acadamy right now." she finished, raking her fingers through her hair once more. The chimera stepped back, leather-feather-and fur wings rustling lightly, resettling against her back. Mordraug took a moment to realize it was his turn to speak, being rather infatuated with taking notes on X-7. He had silently pulled out a laptop, settling it on his forearma and typing quietly. WIthout moving from his position or looking up he rasped out his name. "Mordraug Nyote, master of Machina and poisons. I also teach at the Janardan Academy."
<span style='color:blue'>Prototype X-7, Serial number 103482. I have no specific trades, as I have a variety of different functions. As I was built to be a weapon...</span> He kept his head down while reciting this, and ignored the order to line up, he finished checking his weapons and walked over to where the other were standing. He stopped beside Mordraug and stood still.
Kilske hesitated a moment. She could let someone elce go before her. Finaly she figured it was probably more wise to do as the pendragon had said. She walked gracefully over to the line and ran a paw through her dark auburn hair, before stepping forward. She cleared her throat, just to buy her a little time to prepare what she would say. "Kilske Rahukoh. I specialize in infiltration and dark sorcery. I also dabble in electronics." She said rather casualy. She meant no disrespect, she just found it hard to stand to attention when she was still not quite sure why. With her introduction she stepped back, giving someone elce the opportunity and stood waiting like the rest who had already gone.
Medhsnuja listened to Sulphea speak before Nhadala was escorted into the room. His crimson eyes sparkled slightly before going cold and unemotional again. The two guards hurridly escaped the room, leaving her looking quite annoyed and spiteful in a corner. He left his focus on her as the rest introduced themselves, but still listening. There was a silence after Kilske had introduced herself which made Medhsnuja snap back to the present task. He suddenly opened his wings and flew as silently as an earth owl to land in front of the line. The landing was surprisingly graceful when you took into account the sheer size of him and his ebony wings folded cleanly away. He then walked slowly up and down the line a few times, observing each applicant's body structure and skills, thinking of the first ritual. He stopped quite suddenly and addressed them You will be given a task to complete for each stage of the Initiation. There are a total of three tasks, the last will be the hardest of all and requiring you to work together. He paused, his crimson orbs looking at Nhadala again in the corner. Don't think that I'm going to make this easy. It will begin hard, and get harder. Let's begin! He suddenly half leaped, half flew over to Nhadala and whispered in her ear to join him in the ajoining throne on the small platform gently and sweetly, bizzare behaviour for a dark creature like himself. Medhsnuja then walked over to the platform, his long claws on his feet making slight clicking sounds on the marble. The deamons stationed in the room then pressed a variety of panels, hidden deep in the wall, making the floor shudder. A section of the floor suddenly withdrew from view, sliding underneath and revealing a stairway and a dark entrance. Medhsnuja then spoke again, his husky deep voice sounding quite threatening. I want to to go down there where you will face the first task. If someone wouldn't comply, well then they'd be in trouble. But all the more entertaining...
Sulphea, as always, was the first to stand up to this challenge "Sorry guys" she said to the rest of the group "ladies first ya' know" before pulling out a visor from her trenchcoat, putting it on, covering her eyes and walking into the darkness.
Mordraug huffed quietly, a clawed finger reaching up to fiddling with a series of press-studs attatched to his eye augmentation. It took a couple flicks to get the right blend of heat and night vision, a mis of eerie greens and a spectrum of colors. He made his way slowly towards the stair, pausing only breifly before plunging into the darkness after Sulphea. Dys was more apprehensive, she lacked the equipment of the previous two. She patted her back pocket, pulling free a small disposable lighter. The chimera had several of these cheap items on her person, why one could only guess, but they could help her now. Readying the small object in her hand, she waited a moment to put some distance between her and the other's who had already gone in. With a small sigh, she stepped down the stairs, plunging into the shadows.
X-7 did't even have to give the command, his computer side had already activated night vision, and he followed the others, after checking his flamethrowers one last time. These should give me an edge in any tight corridors... He thought, as he walked down the staircase into the abyss. <span style='color:blue'>Wish me luck!</span> Came his voice from the darkness, and his head dissapeared from view...
