Meeting of the clan

[kelinna]

In Haven City there is a secret group of criminal masterminds, each person brings a different talent to the table. In charge of the clan is Boss Indigo Kiss, the highly unlikely leader has sent out several invitations to a few individuals to meet with her in a secret location.


The building is run down and looks abandoned from the outside, but inside it is decorated in a lavish Victorian era decor; the walls have a maroon and golden flourish design where as the carpet is a plush black material.

Going farther into the building you will find that Indigo has not gone without taste. In the center of the main room is a large cherry wood table, on each side is twenty matching chairs though at the head of the table is a elaborate seat. Made of a dark oak with gold armrests and rich purple velvet the seat is made for a king well make that a queen, it is here where Indigo will sit when she addresses her guests...

Standing in front of the door ways are two guards, both dressed in matching black suits. Each wear a pair of sunglasses and a ear piece with a attached mic, underneath their jackets they are carrying weapons. Ranging from knives to guns in case of a 'emergency', they are there to check each person and make sure they do not bring in any weapons and that they have their invitation.

[imelza0]

Kait had received the invitation anonymously in the mail only a few days before, and approached the building with extreme caution. She had no idea why she was invited, nor what she was wanted for, and suspected that the meeting was a trap. She'd shown up anyway, her curiosity overriding her caution.

She walked up to the door slowly, her hand hovering over pistol in case something went wrong. the guards at the door were dressed in ominous black, complete with black sunglasses and earpieces. They didn't move when she came up to the door, but the second she made a motion to actually enter, they barred her way, insisting briefly that they search her for any weapons.

Kait slapped away the hand of the guard that tried to stop her from going into the building.

Get your hands off of me! I'm not putting down my weapons for anyone, especially not some guards in front of an incredibly suspicious building when I don't know what I'm getting myself into. I'll take my weapons where I wish, thank you very much.

The guard insisted, refusing to let her into the building with her pistol on her hip. Finally Kait gave up all her bullets and her knife, leaving her with a pistol, but no bullets to use. She would not part with the gun; she'd made it herself and would never part with it. Even if it didn't work with no bullets, she felt comforted to know that it was there.

Finally Kait entered the building, under the still suspicious glances of the guards. She could see that the place was very well decorated, with plush carpets and beautiful golden wallpaper. There was a massive oak table in the middle of the room, at which forty-one chairs were placed, twenty on each side, and a massive head-of-table chair a the far end. There was no one in the room, and no one was seated at the table, so Kait chose a seat directly next to the massive seat at the end of the table, and sat down tentatively. She figured that whoever had called the meeting would be sitting in the massive chair, and she wanted to be as close to the boss as possible.

Kait situated herself in the chair so she could watch for new people coming in, and waited.

[kelinna]

A elderly woman approaches Kait, pushing a small cart of drinks in front of her dressed in a long black dress her shockingly white hair is pulled back into a bun. Her wrinkled face tightened slightly as she smiled at the girl,

"here deary might I interest you in a drink of some kind? We have all sorts of wines and cocktails, as well as a few non-alcoholic beverages."

Her voice as rough as if her throat had been rubbed with sandpaper but held a sweet tune, she would approach each guest in the same fashion offering them drinks until the entire party showed up.

[aridic]

Draeger had received the message from a --and I quote-- pal, But he wasn't so eager to show up. But deciding against all his instincts, he hid his pistol upon himself, and left to the address stated in the message. When he arrived he saw the guards at the door, and almost turned that instant, but he resisted all urges to run and forget he ever received the message.

When He approached them, they quickly saw that he had no weapons on himself, and thus they began to pat him down. " This is ridculous guys, I received the invitation, and it seemed polite enough, so why would I want to harm any one, I am harmless. You act like I am a freaking proximity mine, gonna blow on the nearest person." But he tolerated it, and they quickly found his pistol, and confiscated it. " What now, you gonna take my shoe laces? Well If you do, remember I came in with two... Ha!"

He quickly took his leave once he saw the blood rush to the guards face in anger. Once inside he took a bottle of water from the old ladies cart, quickly sniffed it before drinking, and then continued on. " Seems I might have arrived a little earlier, eh?"

[Neki]

Shinrah sighed. The invitation she had received had told her to come here, but she was only slightly interested. The flimsy piece of purple paper was covered in curly gold writing, telling her the place and time that she would need to arrive. Early was always her specialty though, so here she was. She wondered why she should even bother. The invitation was anonamous, and that usually meant trouble.


The outside of the house was forlorn, old and decrepit looking. The dark color was peeling off, and he flakes fluttered to the ground. A few people walked by, bring the slight wind of movement with themm.
" Fire and Rain. At least they could make the outside look half decent." She muttered. She shook her head, opening the door and silently walking in.



The inside was lavish, purples and gold painting the interior. There were pictures all over, depicting people she didn't know. Shinrah had long ago gotten used to the riches criminals displayed in their houses. She had never acquired the habit. There was one person in all of everywhere that knew where her hide was, and Shinrah thought him long dead. She sighed at the thouhgt. It was a sad one, one that plagued her often.


She walked into the main room, looking at the large Cherry table in the center. There were chairs all over, surrounding the table. Shinrah glanced around, looking for the others who would supposedly be here.

She went into the corner, deciding having her back to a wall would be beneficial to her health. She just waited, hiding in the shadows. It would be better to obeserve than be a part of anything.

[kelinna]

Indigo chuckled to herself as she watched them slowly enter the room, having placed a hidden cameras in the room letting her know when all her guest had arrived. Leaning back in the small office chair Indigo flipped her blue hair behind her shoulder, behind her stood two men dressed identical to the two in the front.

"Soon hopefully all my guest will arrive...I can't wait." Grining her painted lips curled up, leaning on the consoul to continue to watch the main room and the front door as well as the back.

[adeco]

Rawling Held the invitation staring at it in from of the building. He galnced upward and oberserved the run down building for a second, "Yep, this is the place." As he approached he noticed the gaurd blocking the doorway. "It's ok guys a have an invitation."

Rawling presented the invitation. They both verified it and allowed him access. He walked inside and was amazed of the contrast. Everything looked regal and nice. "Someone must loaded." He thought walked into room with a cherry table in the center. A couple of people were already there. He nodded to them. "How's it going?"

He sat down in one of the chairs. It was confortable. He started tapping on the table with his finger. "Soo... Do any of you know what this is all about? I'm guess you guys got one of these." He laid the invitation out on the table."

[hrefna]

The walk to the destined location wasn't overly hard. Patrols were certainly not at minimum in this area, nor maximum security. Blending within the crowd was one of the most efficient way to avoid detection and the unsuspecting guards caused her no trouble for now. However, the location perplexed her. According to memory, nothing was supposed to be in that house, it was empty, abandoned. The invitation, however, said otherwise and now she was doubting her own observation skills. She vowed to pay more attention to life around her in general.. Again.

But, upon further inspection, there was a hint of occupation there. A few minutes of further examination later, two guards were searching her for her weapons and she gladly handed them over. A normal procedure, after all, and nothing out of the ordinary. Once the searching was complete, she showed them the invitation and she was allowed to pass down a hallway to a richly decorated meeting room of some sorts. One would think that this didn't belong to a person tied to underground crime schemes, but more of an aristocratic patrician.

Sendrah was not the first one to arrive, obviously, nor the only one to arrive. Unlike the skeptical vibe that appeared to dominate the whole room, Sendrah was pretty confident that the host was not a psychopathic stalker. So, she took a seat, silent while she observed the lovely room for anything that would strike her as odd. So far, nothing.

[imelza0]

Kait shook her head at the elderly maid that wandered by offering drinks. She still had no idea why she was here, and she didn't want to take any risks with food or drink. The maid wheeled her cart over to the next person sitting at the table.

Shinrah had been the second person to arrive, and soon after her, Rawling and Desiree entered, along with two people Kait had never met before, a man and a woman.

Kait turned toward Rawling when she heard him speak.

I don't know anything, and I was guessing that none of the other people who would be attending would know anything either. The only thing that I can tell is that we all seem to be of roughly the same profession, if you know what I mean, so whoever called this meeting must be after borderline criminals. For what purpose, I don't know, though if this turns out to be a trap, I plan on fighting my way out of here at all costs.

Kait grew agitated once more people began arriving, and no one other than the old maid had entered the room. She stood up, and bent her head under the table, looking for anything that might give her a clue about who was watching them. Kait saw nothing, and wandered over to the tasteful silk plants in the corner, checking the soil and paper stems for cameras or other monitoring devices. She checked behind every picture frame, and began sliding her hand over the wallpaper, from corner to corner, feeling for places that the paper had been pulled up and replaced.

Finding nothing, Kait resolved herself to pacing the room, waiting for someone to enter, jumpy with energy at the possibility of being attacked.

[Neki]

Shinrah had seen Kait was first, and wondered who else was coming. A few people she had seen before, and some she hadn't.

" Shadow Man, Shadow man, knocking on the door, dead man ghost man, knock no more." The old rhyme she had learned when she was a child came springing back into her mind. It was good too, for she had a a feeling that something big was happening. It brought a faint smile to her face, and she moved further into the shadows. The fewer people who knew she was here, the better.

In the corner, a device that could have been a camera watched the guests. Shinrah didn't like that at all, and moved under it to its blind spot. She supposed that there were more all over, and she hoped she was in the blind spot of those two. The fewer who knew her face the better.