And we dance (open)

[archer]

She quietly watched the sky, watched the night and the evening. Pulling her skirt down ever so slightly, she sighed. She might have enjoyed dancing but she did not enjoy watching Kaemon get drunk and go about his usual highs. She crossed her arms and stayed dutifully by his side until he moved into the Club de Royale.

This was the play they frequented, mind you it was high class and very discreet for those like Kaemon, who like sniffing white power of glass mirrors and drinking until they puked. She was more eaisily pleased, for she always found someone to dance with- it was the only time her natural shyness never was an influenced on how shy she was or wasn't. Dancing was the only time she felt alive- well aside from when she was fighting, be it in the boxing ring or in a situation where they were going to be paid for the turn in.

The guard grabbed her hand and stamped it, just as he had Kaemon's it meant they could buy alcohol and whatever else they wanted. She shook her head. Kaemon grabbed her arm as soon as she stepped in and pulled her aside. The music was blaring but the area with it was contained so everywhere else, something more pleasent and eaisily chosen by one or another person. But this was Kaemon's usual talk before the events.

"Do you remember what I asked you before we left?"
"Yes, I do."
"Tell me then."
"We're out of here by midnight, no sooner and no later. Carry you out kicking and screaming if I have to."
He grinned and hugged her tightly, "Thank you, Ora."

She nodded, "Just remember, Kaemon. No glove, no love."
He laughed, starting to walk away, throwing his head back, blonde hair ruffling, "No worries, Ora, this isn't my usual hunting ground anyways!"

She shook her head, snowy hair shimmering lightly in the changing light. Slipping onto the dancefloor, she smiled broadly as she manuevered among the moving people. Moving with them, she quickly found the beat, her feet moving, body stretching and flexing gainst and around the occasional person. Eventually she was sure to spend most of her time alone or with one man or woman or another but for another- among the writhing bodies, slicked with perspiration and paint.

[Aaron Balaam]

A mysterious man dressed in all black sat at the bar without a drink or a woman, but it seemed that he wasn't really searching for either of those things. He had been seen flashing a picture of a man with long blonde hair to many of the people that were drinking, asking them if they knew anything about his wherabouts or any other useful information. So far, no one had told him anything of use, just random drunk talk and a few wack jobs saying that the man was their son. One thing that really set this man apart from the other people in the club was a sword kept in an ebony sheath that would shine with the greatest brilliance. This made the man look a little hostile, though he had not started any commotion in the club at all except for his endless questions. The barkeep finally walked up to the man with a stern look on his face. He was a large and muscular man that many of the regulars respected and feared.

Hey there. If you don't intend on ordering a drink or dancing or something, I suggest you leave before you end up in over your head. I think you get what I'm saying so what will it be?

Looking up at the burly man, the mysterious man gave him a glare with his piercing purple eyes before replying to his rude questions and statement. "Well, I'm really not a fan of dancing or music so that's a no go. As for me ordering a drink from you, I think I'll have to pass on that as well. You see, I see you as an inferior being to me and plus you give me two choices and not the obvious third." The burly bartender looked down at the mystery man with a furious look on his face. There weren't many that would talk back to him in such a way, and all that had had left the club in a bloody mess. Everyone around the bar had thought just the same about this mysterious newcomer, and they all awaited the impending beat down.

You really are a cocky one aren't you? You truly think you have the authority to say that I need to give you a third option? Fine then, what would you want your third option to be you little worm?!

And with that the bartender swung his enormous right fist straight toward the face of the mystery man. It seemed as if the punch would be a direct hit, but like a blur the man had moved on top of the man's large right arm. He looked down at the man with his same cold look on his face. "My third option is to cause you pain for being such a rude bartender." And with those words, the man unsheathed his katana and cut the bartender's right arm off inbetween the shoulder and the elbow. Deep screams of pain shot out through the club, and could even be heard over the blaring music which stopped soon after. The mystery man then began walking toward the exit, turning right by the door to look at the bartender. "Just remember that just because you're strong it doesn't mean you can beat everyone. Especially someone such as myself.

And with that the man walked outside, leaving many of the people in complete shock and some even throwing up at the sight of the severed arm. The man walk only about twenty feet away and leaned against a nearby wall still within view of the club's enterance. He really didn't care if some of the guards followed him, because he would just dispose of them if he had to. The skys quickly became cloudy and rain began to pour, washing the blood off of the man's trench coat and sword. When the sword was completely washed off he wiped it off and placed it back in the sheath. "Still no leads on your wherabouts, my dear friend. But I will find you and when I do you'll recieve what you deserve."

[archer]

Closing her eyes, she exhaled a sigh of contentment, a smile on her face as the beat picked up and they were allowed to break dance and such. She never had been much of a breaker but she dabbled. Tonight, she wasn't dressed for it so she continued to dance- silver bangles swaying as she did. It was when a hand wrapped around her wrist that she opened her eyes.

She as taken aback when Kaemon's hand wrapped around her arm long before midnight, "We have to run- bartender's been hurt, which means 5-0 will be here soon."
"But they-"
"Do you remember what happened last time we ran into 5-0?"

She did. The last time the authorities has gotten involved, she had punched on of their faces in- completely in fact. Killing the man almost instantly before she put a round into his skull out of pity. She nodded.

"And you don't think that once they identify us, we won't have to fight our way out?"
Oracle sighed, wiping a bit of the white powder from under Kaemon's nose, "And just when they were hitting the good songs."
Kaemon grinned, "You can dance at home- let's go."

Without protests, Oracle allowed him to lead her through the writhing bodies, past the bar and the bartender- who was on the phone as they moved. Slipping out the door, Kaemon laughed and Oracle sighed.

Running a hand though his blonde hair, Kaemon nodded, "Just a quick walk away and we'll a-ok."

He twitched visibly, this was his normal reaction to the white powder. But Oracle had a feeling, his usual lover would not be following- Kaemon hadn't put any planning into it. He was odd, always planning his next lover, next move, next mission. He looked around and shook his head, he was most likely experiencing what he called 'the Pulse Tunnel'. It was a simple way of saying his eyes were playing tricks on him and he was almost to the ecstasy he sought.

Oracle looked this way and that, spotting a man standing away from the door, she barely batted an eye at him. She needed to get Kaemon home before he began his usual bought of insanity, but that was eaisier said than done.

"Oh, Ora, look at all the lights- they're so brilliant. Can't you feel them vibrating?" Kaemon asked, holding out his hands as he progressed towards the man. He couldn't see or hear the man, those light were possessing his every iode of focus and concentration.

Oracle reached out, and Kaemon took off at a full run. Shaking her head, she ran after him, "Get back here! We're supposed to be leaving in an inconspicous way!"

Reaching out, she grabbed ahold of Kaemon just before he would have been within arms reach of the man. White hair flaring, Oracle panted softly, Kaemon continued to make his sounds of joy and ecstacy- making faces involved with pleasure and romace at the man. Oracle straightened herself, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear and with a soft, "Urgh," she lifted him up and onto her shoulder.

Resting a sea green eye on the man, she bobbed her head, "Excuse us," and began walking away. Kaemon looking absolutly pleased with himself simply giggled and stretched out his arms, "Weeee!"

[Aaron Balaam]

It seemed that the ruckus that the man had started was starting to slightly dieing down. The people in the club started the music again and the bartender was taken away by the ambulance. The Rain continued to rain as the strange man stood against a building with his piercing purple eyes glowing slightly. A strange couple came walking out of the club in quite a hurry, and one of them seemed to be a little out of the loop. It didn't take too long before the guy on drugs began walking over toward the strange man babbling nonsense. He had gotten within arms reach when the woman that he was with grabbed on to him and put him over her shoulder. Saying excuse us and turning around she began walking away with the crazed man over her shoulder.

The shady man pushed himself off of the wall and unsheathed his sword, which would most likely cause the woman to stop walking. He walked to about a distance of ten feet between them and then stopped. His eyes looked back and forth from the woman to the man with a great intensity when he looked at the woman. Finally he sheathed his sword again and took out the picture he had been showing the people in the club. The rain drops ran down the faded photo before he tossed it to the feet of the woman. "I'd just like you to answer a few questions. First off, have you ever seen or heard of this man before? His name is Melchior and I've been looking for him for some time. We have a... long standing friendship."

Then he looked at the arm that the woman had picked the man up with. He couldn't believe the strength that she had was regular, but the arm looked completely normal. 'There's no way in hell that thi woman could be that strong and have suck a slim build. Its just not possible, but her arm doesn't look cybernetic so what then? Maybe she's another assassin that the BERGS has sent after me. I guess I'll find out soon enough.' He waited for an answer as he kept his hand on the handle of the sword at all times. This time if it was an assassination he'd be ready for it.

[archer]

She did freeze at the sight of a weapon. Kaemon, however, was not so effected, "Aww, Ora, why'd we stop? Are we going to the store?"

She shook her head, "No, Kaemon, we are not. The gentlemen you were going to hug wants our attention."
Kaemon looked at the man, still flying high and enjoying life- looking over the weapon, "I've seen bigger."
Oracle sighed, "You are going to get us in trouble. Kaemon, play the quiet game."
Kaemon perched his chin on his elbows and lifted his legs to cross his ankles, and nodded.

Both watched as the sword was put away. Oracle cautiously bent down and picked up the picture- not once did she leave Kaemon exposed, nor herself. Anyone with a weapon, especially those who chose to use it as a sign of attention grabbing and aggression, should never be unwatched. Her long longers holding tightly onto the photograph, she tilted her head tot he side, sea green eyes shimmering as she tried to remember this face. Her right eye began to cycle though several settings as she glanced up at their latest aquaintance. Heart rate and such. His was far below what it should be even for such movemments.

Kaemon blinked and snatched the photo and held it up high, "God I'd do him in a second."
Oracle snatched the photo back, "Kaemon, you lost the quiet game."
Kaemon stared, dumfounded. "Aww crap. I did!" and began to cry.

Oracle turned sea greens on the man, holding out the picture after giving it another long look, "I am afraid I have never seen this man or heard his name before. I appologize for the lack of help from myself and my friend."

She stood there, waiting patiently. The glow of his eyes- they didn't unnerve her, but they made her think. She had met a mutation back when she and Kaemon had first begun- maybe- no. This was no time to become involved with anything beyond getting Kaemon home. She didn't want trouble, though as she took a casual, though prepared, stance- she wondered if it would be inevitible.

[Rick Hoshino]

«WOHOO!!! Damn, that mission sure was boring... Glad I finaly finished it.»

Rick just finished his last mission, and decided to spend some of his free time on Xtacy. Thanks to the type of job he has, unless he's on a mission, he's got plenty of free time. He decided to go buy some ammo, and after that, he would just walk around town.

Then he remembered... He heard of a fancy club named "Club de Royale". He decided to take a look, even if he wouldn't probably be allowed to enter, as he wasn't dressed in the most "sofisticated" way, so to speak. As he took a corner, he saw an ambulance leaving the hospital, and a bunch of people were at the entrance. Rick decided to ask what was up.

«Hey, what happened here?»

«Damn, some maniac with a katana just cut out the bartender's arm, and got out of the club, just as if it was nothing!»

«WHAT?!» Rick got shoked, as he heard. «W-Where did he go, can you tell?!»

«That way, I think... But I don't think you should go after him... He's NUTS, I tell you!»

«Well, he ain't more than me, I tell ya that...»

Rick ran towards the direction the other individual pointed. His left hand reached his left handgun, just in case. As he saw someone, he crouched behind a large trash can, and took a look.

He was looking at 3 people. Two men, and a woman. Surprisingly, the woman was carrying one of the two men on her shoulder. It was quite odd, considering how slim she was. As for the third individual, it was a man with a katana... Didn't took too long for Rick to understand who he was. Still, Rick kept his attention at the woman. She was too thin, to carry an adult man like that... How could she do it?

«... (What the...? How can she lift that guy, so easily? I wonder... Is she just as strong as.. "him"?)...»

Rick was able to hear their conversation, and as the purple-eyes man seemed somewhat insecure, holding his katana, Rick took a strong grip on his gun, and took it out of the holdster. He kept it down, however, it was ready to shoot, if necessary. Rick wasn't paying much attention at the other guy, who seemed to be friends with the woman. However, he was being careful enough not to be noticed by anyone. As the drunken guy was on the floor, now, Rick took extra care, not to be seen, as this man seemed like, surprisingly, the one who could end up noticing him.

«... (Better be careful...)...»