Trepfekas

[Mr.Chocobo]

Critias increased the power of the lightning slightly, as he continued to let it flow between his hands. He watched it, thinking for a while.
He then let the flow of power fade away, and he let his arms fall to his sides.

"They destroyed the planet I lived on for my whole life, ever sence my parents, whoever they were, left me there. A fleet of ships able to reduce a planet to ash? I think they might be. I dont know who they are, but they are definately something to worry about."

Critas thought about how they had destroyed the Elders of his home before his eyes. How they died in a burst of light and flame.
He clenched his fist, the more he thought about it, the more angery he became.
The room seemed to darken and bend inwards toward Critias.
I Want To See Them Die For It. He said, his voice becoming dark and deep.

[thatfallout3guy]

James' eyebrows raised a bit, "That does sound pretty damn intimidating, and if we find them you can bet we're not going to let them go unpunished. Dad needs to hear about this," James said, he was a little on edge after seeing that, but he kept his calm aura.

[Mr.Chocobo]

Critias realised he needed to calm down, so he took out his music box from the pocket in his black trench coat.
He wound it and played it. Letting the music calm him, the room brightened again.
"Sorry about that. It reminds me, if I ever lose control, play this thing for me." He said with a sigh.
"I'm going outside." he said.
He walked out of the hotel room, aware eyes were on him as he did so. He closed the door behind him, extended his wings, and flew to the roof of the hotel building.

He stared up into the sky, and watched the stars glow.

[lukuz13]

-Miles watched the man's sudden change in appearance, his story and his nearby outburst, if silent in his own way. He then watched as Critias left swiftly after, leaning against the wall silent now, before chuckling softly that echoing voice of his easily catching the attention of others.
"It seems you truly do know how to pick a team do you not Captain?" Miles turned his gaze upwards, even in the well lite room his eyes pierced easily across the room to James. "Are you not worried? He might be a challenge if he were to get out of hand... even for me." Miles again laughed softly,, his voice heavy as it normally was, yet at an odd peace. "From what I have seen... he seems to respect your cause, as I have come to." He continued for a moment. "There are no guarantees however... I would have you treat him with caution as you no doubt treat the rest of us." He took a small pause here before chuckling softly again. "Well...perhaps not all." He mentioned, turning his head to the window where Iridias left from.

-Finally Miles sighed heavily, floating over to a small side of the room, lowering himself to a sitting position, and crossing his legs and arms. As he did he turned up to the others.
"I shall meditate for the night... if there is trouble I shall come to your aid as fast as I may fly." He motioned once to the others before crossing his arms again. "Good Sleep to you all." He nodded before entering a trance almost, his body glowing softer now, a lighter bluish white that resembled a night light yet a bit brighter.

[ValenMedia]

All the while Valen had been trying to sleep, albeit unsuccessfully. Nonetheless, most of the other’s conversations were within earshot. This simply led to him being preoccupied with thinking about them. He had ‘James life so far has been one full of hardships. He has had to prove himself to a further degree than everybody else. James was able to achieve all he has through effort and dedication. It goes to show you that hard work does pay off. I can admire a person that goes through all that knowing that it just might be all in vain. I’m not fortunate enough to be able to do such a feat.’

Valen got out of bed, realizing that it would be more productive to go speak with someone. In order to satiate his curiosity he walked about to James. Valen gave him a warm smile and simply asked, “So, what kind of ‘special training’ did you receive?”

[thatfallout3guy]

James chuckled, "Oh dear God that special training I had," James said as he laid his head back a bit, "You see, my dad didn't want people to think that I was given this because I was his son, so he gave me a choice. I could either go through a special training of his, or I wouldn't be on the Olympus. I picked the training," James said as he opened a bottle of Nuka Cola and took a swig, "It was hell, no other way to describe it. He made sure that the next six weeks of my life were an absolute living nightmare, and that I would be crazy to keep going. I'd wake up at noon and go to bed at midnight. I had to run through simulations that Thunderfist officers were afraid of, I had to spar against an entire battalion of Thunderfist once. Hell a few times he made me run through the council's training course. I was sleep deprived, always training, and always hearing him say I didn't do it right," James paused as he took a sip of his Nuka Cola, "The memories I have don't even seem like memories, they feel like watching someone else go through it, as if it was an out of body experience. I never thought it was going to end, but I kept going. I kept going to prove him wrong, that I was the best man for this job. Near the end I began to hate him. I hated everything he had done to me, and I wanted to snap his neck," James stopped as he looked ahead, as if remembering something, "The very last day of training I had to fight my old man, and that is easily the hardest thing I have ever done in my life, but after the fight it all came together," James said as he smiled, "He showed me footage of my first day training, and then footage from the day before we fought. The difference was incredible, even I couldn't believe how much better I got," James then finished off his Nuka Cola, "Later that day I was promoted, and he gave me my own ship. Then he gave me a hug, and said that he was proud," James smiled as he stood up, "Moral of the story? Don't train with my dad," James said as he let out a loud laugh.

"Can I help you?" Ricky asked, not looking up from his meal, "Oh and don't worry, these guys aren't mind. After a certain incident I am to be escorted around the club at all times," Ricky said with an annoyed tone.

[Pulse]

Though not wanting to seem a pushover, Iridis visibly relaxed. "Oh, a fellow trouble maker? We may get on better than I thought," He said, leaning on the table heavily, clearly struggling with his drunkenness and disorientation from the club's overbearing bass. Iridis cleared his throat. "Now, to the reason I'm here," Iridis asserted, turning his head to Ricky, "I'm looking for a particularly cowardly individual who considers himself a crime lord," he snorted with laughter. "I wiped a handful of his men in a bar fight, and I'm told he wants my head on a platter. Goes by the name of Samuel," Iridis sighed in resignation, "I'm going after him, and I was told you might be able to help me locate him." Still unsure of the man's calibre, he smoothly drew his revolver beneath the table. "Will you aid or thwart me? Decide quickly!"

[thatfallout3guy]

Ricky didn't notice the revolver and looked at Iridis strangely, "You wanna take on Samuel? You either stupid, or you got some big balls, or both," Ricky said with a laugh, "I can tell you a way to get into his mansion, but I'm gonna need something to refresh my memory. How about some cash to buy another drink eh?" Ricky said as he looked at Iridis.

[Pulse]

Iridis shook his head. "Judging by how your breath smells, I'd say you've had enough," He muttered, cocking his gun, producing a sharp clang that make people in the adjacent booths jump with surprise. "Perhaps it's a mixture of my intoxication and being damn sick of people like you that makes me this cranky. I'm normally much more pleasant, honest," He growled, grinding his neck to the right with a sharp crack. Iridis leaned forward even more, hands clenched. "Give me the information I want or all the forces in universe won't be able to stop me." Iridis lowered his hood with a sudden movement, revealing the face beneath: eyes lacking any semblance of colour, his face mottled with deep scars.

Iridis snarled, "The information, little man. Your life hangs in the balance."

[thatfallout3guy]

"Hot damn you're ugly!" Ricky said, not at all intimidated, "Save it kid. I'm not scared to die, doc told me a week ago that I had about to weeks to live, and I'm living life up while I can. You wanna kill me? Go right ahead, but you'll never know what I know," Ricky said as he went back to his meal.

[Pulse]

Laughing bitterly, Iridis rolled up his hood once more; bathing his face in shadow. "You think to fool me with such rudimentary deceptions?," Iridis tightened his grip on his gun, "I think you know as well as I do that I'm a man prone to leaving fields of dead bodies behind him. Do not seek to make a fool of me." Ricky simply looked at Iridis then, a void of happiness emanating from his face. To look at Ricky then was like looking into an ocean without end; there was an overpowering sense of life being hopeless, without cause. Reading his expression through the passing of air currents around the man's face, Iridis took pity upon him, knowing that this man was spending his last days in a cesspit of moral filth, subduing his sadness with alcohol.

Iridis tossed him a stack of coins, "I see you truly, and for that I am sorry. Know that the knowledge you provide will improve the lives of many." Sighing heavily, Iridis holstered his gun.

[thatfallout3guy]

Ricky chuckled, "People around here ain't done nothin for me, but I'll tell ya what I said I would," Ricky said as he slid the bag closer, "His mansion's a couple miles east of here. Go out behind it, and you'll see a small sewer grate behind a red bush. That sewer grate will take you right to his office, there you'll find him," Ricky said with a bit of a smile, "Thanks kid, you're alright."

[Pulse]

Feeling subdued by the culmination of the alcohol and this meeting, Iridis slowly brought himself to his feet and made his way through the club. As opposed to the bloodlust he felt earlier that day, he felt odd, like he wanted to help an orphaned broodmother find a new home...or something. Walking past the thugs eyeing up newcomers without hesitation, he sighed. Looking about, he saw more slavers in alleyways, prostitutes and refugees lining the alleyways. 'If only killing one sick motherfucker would make a dent in this darkness,' Iridis mused, clearing the mansion's wall without hesitation. From there, he located the sewer grating Ricky had mentioned in his melancholic stupor.

Nodding to himself with a staunch determination, Iridis his blade quietly, not wishing to alert anyone to his presence. "Sic semper tyrannis indeed."

[thatfallout3guy]

Iridis made his way through the twists and turns of the underground, having to make use of his stealth abilities on more than one occasion. The further he went in however, the nicer the place got. Walls that were covered in human waste were now covered in paintings of a black male in his mid thirties with a small goatee and bright white eyes. Soon, he found it. A ladder leading up to another sewer grate.

Iridis climbed up and lifted the grate open with the utmost care. He then saw a man in a chair facing the fireplace, "You're not one of my men," he said in a calm smooth voice, "I'm assuming you came here to end me? I hope that is indeed your cause," the man then stood from his seat and drew a katana, "I am the crime lord known as Samuel, and I wish to die a warrior's death," Samuel said as he paused and closed his eyes, "RID ME OF THESE MEMORIES!!! I BEG OF YOU!!" The man said, his eyes burning with passion as he charged Iridis.

[Pulse]

"You wish death?" Iridis cried, "SO BE IT!" Iridis drew his sword in one swift move, his blade impacting against Samuel's with a clang...Samuel held his position, nigh implacable for all Iridis' effort. Panicked, Iridis lashed out with a sharp kick at Samuel, hoping to turn the tide.