Fandom Dark Haven MHA | A Vigilante Tale

[Blemmigan]

[ TALOS SIDERIS ]
Location: DH HQ - Floor 1 -> Later, losers
With: CapRock (Rayner) | PlusUltra (Rive & Francine) | Jet (Shay & Henry)
GrieveWriter (Nanami) | AiDEE-c0 (Avila & Eloise) | L3n (Amelia) | Kimona (Carter)​

Talos turned to the two new arrivals for just a moment before looking away again. He seemed unbothered by the fact that Henry had made it here long after the rest of them, nor that he was here in the first place. Instead, he simply gave Carter the answer: "A new leader has been elected." On anyone else it might have been sarcasm.

He could sense it would soon get too crowded in the room. Not just in terms of space, but in terms of repeating oneself over and over, as the new arrivals asked questions that had already been laid to rest. "I think we're about to hear something interesting. The only thing is, we don't know who else will be hearing it. I'd recommend having any sensitive discussions somewhere that no-one would have thought to bug. Να έχεις τα μάτια σου δεκατέσσερα."

With that, he turned and left the room, making his way towards the vacant elevator. Anything that the rest of the Angels had to discuss, or any further information from the Sicario, could be sifted through for anything vital without him being there. If they did have important information, it only made sense to share it with everyone else... that they trusted. And if that didn't include him? Well, at least they were being careful. But Talos was quietly confident that they would need his help.

For now, he would begin his search for bugs, for which he needed materials, like the ones carefully stacked in his half of his living quarters. He doubted he would make much headway on the construction before the conversation started, but he was more on edge than he had first thought, and needed to be doing something. Something that wasn't standing around and looking worried. Or whatever the equivalent was to "looking worried" on somebody without a face.

 

[PlusUltra]

Francine Towers "Teal Dear"
Tags: @All (Open)
Location: DH Wharehouse > El Paso City

The women just keeps her usual smile "It's good for you, a nice explosion now and then keeps the mind sharp, and nothing better to wake you up" double meanings or just her normal dark humour, it really is hard to tell sometimes as she takes the cigar from her lips and taps the ash from the object but eyes keep tracking the boy throughout his movements "and darling the concerns touching, but a bounty nothing new...if anything its a nice little gift as draws out the greedy and green looking to make a mark now they added a bit more to the total. Anyone who comes looking for a fight is either stupid or on the payroll. Killing the Later is Business, Killing the former is a favour to humanity" giving a final wave before disappearing into the night to get set up, ask a few questions down at the hot spots, meeting the more colourful locals and put the fear of god into them before they meet him, and before she starts raising hell. There was only one way she saw of winning what was coming, and that was to provoke outrage, outright, Don't directly engages, the strike by night and remain relentless until their troops take flight, and most importantly make it impossible to justify the cost of the fight.

*The Next Several Days*

And so Francine gets to work, whatever success the gangs where making is fleeting as over next several days the gang's grunts keep retreating. It's not perfect though as her movements were far more cautious than normal, she was under no illusion she was outgunned, outmanned, outnumbered and in several cases out planned, while the Angels handled their business she was still going to make her all-out stand. She knew she couldn't stop them alone, but that wasn't her intention, she was simply robbing them of their advantages, keeping standing with the stamina god had granted her.

Outgunned?, Outmanned? She calls in a few more favours, she had friends outside the angels and needed all the help she could get, Laurance, Mulligans, Markies and Laughing Jet. Outnumbered? Outplanned? She needs some spies on the inside, some weak men who might let some things slide. So she rallys once again as she tries, mastering the element of surprise.

*Boom* The bullets ring out watching the blood and rest spray, *Boom* There go an engine block and drug contents away *Boom* There goes another shipment *Boom* Hideout in the Southern Tip *Boom* Gotta run from the bedlam quick, can't afford another slip. She doesn't hesitate, exhibiting any restraint as she takes and she takes and she takes, the 21 had raises the stakes but she was intent on changing the game they had to play. At the end of the day, all the power in the world means squat if you can't find or hit your target, and that was something she was more than experienced with.

 

[PlusUltra]

??? "Rive"
Tags: CapRock (Rayner) | Blemmigan (Talos) | Jet (Shay & Henry) | GrieveWriter (Nanami) | AiDEE-c0 (Avila & Eloise) | L3n (Amelia) | Kimona (Carter)
Location: DH Angels HQ

Rive remains calm observing the scenes as they play out, sitting within the chair with only the slight movement of her head as she turns between each of the speakers, a feat made all the easier with the addition of the swivel chair though her exact expression is only ones guess behind the mask yet her body language is composed, content and relaxed. Eventually, after greeting the new arrivals with a faint nod she speaks up once more.

"On a lighter note, once we resolve the leadership and security concerns, there remains the case we are in dire need of resources, I strongly suspect that this sort of power play by the Scicario will be followed by the absorption of both territories and other gangs...well at least those that bend the knee so to speak. This would, of course, necessitate the removal of anything that would hamper such efforts like ourselves, but also other Vigilante Cells within the area...so I think consideration should be given to consolidating our forces in general for a combined alliance...similar to how the professional heroes tend to do I believe, at least while such an option is still available....oh and perhaps an investigation into our previous leader absence"

Her hand dances through the air as she speaks with faint flourishes before coming to rest on her lap once more before turning to Talos "That suggestion is discounting the possibility that it is an individual who is "bugged" through alternative means as well as...well I suppose some sort of moveable divination quirk and of course informants, so while an improvement it is certainly no set solution...but take your precautions and survey what you can to at least eliminate the technical possibility" Finally standing back up as a idea seems to come to her "Oh and i am unsure if we have something akin to a polygraph machine, that could also prove useful to at least give peace of mind for trust"

 

[CapRock]

(note: this post contains a Jet-approved NPC line in it, make sure you read it!)

Rayner Chase
Location: DH Angels HQ
Interacting with: Everyone in the room AiDEE-c0 's Avila Blemmigan 's Talos @Rabih90 's Rei Jet Kimona 's Carter Castello 's Ricky PlusUltra 's Rive GrieveWriter 's Quinn

Rayner stood still for a moment as all the eyes converged onto him. It felt undeniably wrong to move on with things so quickly, no matter how much he told himself that it was essential for survival; one moment, he was heading into a guaranteed job with the best of the best in the Angels leading the way; in what felt like the very next one, people were counting on his plan to not die. But, like usual, it was the little things that kept him going:

“That’s what I like to hear, Ricky.” He replied to him. He was caught a tad off guard by the start of Avila’s remark, but he sent those feelings away with a barely noticeable head shake and focused on the rest of what Talos and her said: “Calling me ‘elected leader’ is pushing it, but I can plan the operation until we’re safe enough to think things through.”

Shortly after that, Carter arrived, followed closely by a face Rayner was almost expecting to never see again. Seeing Henry alive was a big relief, that’s for sure, but something about his posture definitely made him wary, assuming it wasn’t just paranoia from that horrible, horrible night. Carter made a rather reasonable question given his situation, and Henry promptly replied:

"Might as well get to it before everyone's out the door and runnin'" begins Henry, projecting his voice. "Our marks were dead already, Sicario killed the bosses. Fucking inmates and the asylum... Should get interesting real fast on the streets. Saw the Hand and Warhead talking to this guy too, an American, don't know what that's about but he said we have a bounty on our heads. Million per so.... Be careful out there" he concludes, still reclining on the table, a grim look plastered across his face.

“Yeah, that.” Rayner said. “Rebecca, Thomas, Diana and Marcus, all gone. No one even knows where the hell Q is either. So for now, I just want to make sure we can get the wounded to a safe place that’s not on the map. And a million dollars? That’s nothing to scoff at. They must be on to something big if they’re cashing in that much to see us gone. But that, just like any decision regarding what allies to make or whatnot, can wait a hot minute. As for right now, let’s see…”

Rayner produced a scratch pad and proceeded to write some hasty notes on it with a pencil, all while glancing around every member and making little nods and hums for each one. He then ripped the paper, folding it in half and handing it off to Felicitas without much care, saying:

“So that’s the count of everyone in a fighting state around. Let’s focus on the safehouse first. Who here is sure that they know a good safehouse to take the wounded to?” Some hands got up, including a few not very well known names. “Good. Follow me to the war room, we should make a decision about where to take the people A-S-A-P. The rest of you don’t move an inch, we’ll be back before you know it.” He finally said, bidding goodbye with a smirk.

 

[Kimona]

Carter Vitch
Location: DH Angels HQ.

Carter glanced around at all people in the room, his attention focused on those who were talking overall. From his shoulder bag he pulled out a can of some energy drink, which he popped open as most of the people here told him the same thing. Henry and Rayner on the other hand, he noted, actually explained things a bit better. When the man started listing off names, Carter actually, who had been taking a sip of his drink at the time, sputtered as the name of Thomas was mentioned. Thomas... was dead? No that couldn't be right. The dude was like, ridiculously tough, especially with that quirk. But, dead? Thomas was probably one of the few people Carter actually liked here, not only had he been the one to get him to join in the first place. You doubt any of these other baboons could have convinced you to join. His lips tightened into a line as he held his can, his attention a tad unfocused on the conversation. After a few seconds, which to him felt much much longer, he decided to change his focus to the conversation. He didn't know any safe houses. Well at least not any safe houses that he hadn't attacked to get at the villains inside. Personally he considered his apartment a safe-house, but that was for him and Tyrone only. So he didn't bother following the group. They could have their own secret conversation. He wasn't interested.