The Enclave: An Active RP //REBIRTH//

[Monstrohm]

It felt a lot better to have the past put to rest and the two heroes ready to move on from the brief yet awkward silence between the two. Thrice was a social animal in wolf's garb, his line of work and expertise in stealth and subterfuge made him cunning and deceptive, able to keep his fears and weaknesses from ever seeing the light of day. But still in his heart he hurt when his family or his allies hurt. He was sympathetic and had a heart of gold, which probably accounts for the reason why he chose this path above that of his older kin. Either way it was time for the two to get back into the swing of things. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his fitted khaki shaded combat fatigues, he motioned for Errol to head on out.

"I'll follow you..''

[Wren Daizan]

Isaac flashed himself into existence in front of the open gate. Unlike the last few days, he had ditched the Armani suit for something a little more his style; a tank top that hugged his torso perfectly, a pair of black pants, black boots, a fur-lined overcoat that flooded around his ankles, a pair of Armani sunglasses, and a studded collar around his neck. All around he didn't look as though he were someone with a fortune, but he was.

He was just tired of everyone knowing it.

Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his coat, he strolled through the open gate and began wandering around aimlessly. Hopefully he could find something to do here, but he doubted it.

For now, however, he was content to just be outside and able to smoke.

He tucked a cigarette between his lips, lit it with an ornate silver zippo, then stuffed the lighter in his pocket as he rounded the first bend.

[PK Lady Sonia Renegade]

Issac Spiro

Aizakku Furosto

Sonia Renegade
Tattoos - True Form - OC Art

[ OOC: I guess I'll be tonight's entertainment, boys~ =] ]

She watched quietly as Kaos moved away from the group now, his smile rather uplifting considering the doom and gloom he had carried on about just moments before. She rose a slender brow as he gazed at her, but continued his walk. She couldn't help the curl that pulled at the corners of her full lips or the chuckle that rolled out from between them. He really was just as awkward as before, just now it was a calm and quiet sort rather than a screaming like a lunatic. Still, his mind tickled at her own with all its questions, making her long pointed ears twitch before a calm, dark tone fluttered inside his own.

You're right... You do remind me of something unpleasant, but take it with a grain of salt. It isn't you.

She was going to move to follow, but that damn intoxicating smell of nicotine wafted to her. She turned her head, pale blue hues dancing over the new form that approached the field they stood in between the buildings. She took another slow, deep breath to take in the smell that was carried her way before she turned to actually face the male. Her pointed tail swayed slowly behind her as she analyzed him, her head tilting to the side and letting her dark locks cascade down her arm.

He didn't look like Collective or an Agent, but that was neither here nor there. He actually looked like a man who just wanted a little escape from reality. Though she was sure this was an odd place to vacation at, she wasn't one to turn someone away especially when their host was occupied with the Necromancer. She wasn't going to pull him away from business. She took one last look over her shoulder at Thrice, feeling a ting of pain in her chest that she shook off as he moved away. She looked back at Issac now, her dark silken tone filling the space between them in a soft lull.

"You're not from around here, are you? What brings you to our neck of the woods?"

[Wren Daizan]

PK Lady Sonia Renegade

Isaac jumped at the sound of someone addressing him.

Turning, he saw the woman who was heading toward him. She was pretty. Then again, most women around Gaia were some sort of witch, demon, or succubus so they all pretty much looked like Playboy centerfolds.

Shrugging the thought away, he lifted a hand in something reminiscent of a lazy greeting.

"I'm bored," was the only reply that came. In truth, Isaac really had no other reason to be here. He didn't know anybody, and he damn sure wasn't involving himself in whatever seemed to be going on. He just needed time away from the extortion, theft, and homicide that he surrounded himself with on a daily basis so he could make money.

"However, it's you that will probably keep me here," he said as a follow-up to his first statement. He didn't want to seem rude, now did he?

[PK Lady Sonia Renegade]

Sonia Renegade
Tattoos - True Form - OC Art

Her pale blue hues narrowed slightly as he took surprise to her presence though she knew it was just her paranoia getting to her... but who could really blame her after all that had come through here in the past few weeks. First a giant a** lizard then a horde of undead.. not to mention the freaking agents of hell the Collective was dispatching like candy to come ******** their parade all sorts of up, down and sideways. Regardless, she let it roll off as she came to a halt. She felt her puzzled look come back as her brow arched again at his bold answer. He was definitely a wanderer that just lost his way into their pet shop of horrors.

She heard his follow-up, but her only response to it was to roll her eyes and shake her head. Her hands came to her hips and they cocked to the side in a flowing move. Even for a succubus, the sort of lines that were dropped in a typical exchange still annoyed her silly. Now that he had it out of his system, she could only hope that it would stay out and not come back to nab at her again.

"Well, you just missed all the excitement. I'm not sure there's much for your boredom here besides a few drinks."

[Wren Daizan]

He snapped his fingers and kicked the ground like a little kid who had just barely missed buying the last pack of his favorite gum. Honestly, he didn't really care about missing the action. He just enjoyed doing little things that made him look like a smart-a**.

Righting himself, he stuffed his left hand into his pocket and used his right to remove the cigarette from between his pale lips so he could speak once again. "Then will you at least join me for a drink? It's kinda' boring when you drink alone, ya know?"

He looked her up and down one more time, but nothing more. No derogatory comments or whistling. Not even so much as a lust-filled optical. He was merely assessing her. Isaac noticed the way her demeanor changed at his comment, and he wouldn't make the mistake of saying something so out there again. At least not unless she started fishing for his shitty pick-up lines; although with the eye roll she just gave him, he was pretty sure she wouldn't be.

"Shall we?" he asked before he took another hit of the cigarette and began blowing smoke rings in the air.

[Aizakku Furosto]

You're right... You do remind me of something unpleasant, but take it with a grain of salt. It isn't you.

He had heard the thought but kept walking. He wondered what exactly he reminded her of. Having gained some shred of humanity allowed him to exteriorize some of his frontal thoughts which Sonia must have picked on. Which meant she was a telepath. But Kaos did not stop to question her. There would be time for that. His thoughts where on something else and given his mind blank ability Sonia wouldn't be able to tell what he was really thinking. And he was thinking on one thing: The Collective.

Kaos kept walking down the well trodden path, water bottle in hand. He kept thinking about this Collective and why they seemed so familiar. It was like having a word you want to say a the tip of your tongue but being unable to say it. He knew, deep inside of his memories, that he had heard that name somewhere. Was it something he read? Not possible. It didn't sound like the Collective would be found in an accessible text book. Same thing for seeing it somewhere. No, he knew that he had heard it but simply was at a loss as to where he heard it.

He took another drink from his water bottle. And returned back the way he came. It was then that he saw a new face and Sonia speaking with him. He decided not to get involved in their conversation, but he did exteriorize a thought Sonia would pick on:

And what exactly do I remind you off. I would like to know. But you seem busy so I will be at the bar.

He then kept walking towards the bar. Once at the bar he grabbed some tequila and sat down at the usual table he used. He popped the cork and began to drink while meditating on what he was going to do if the Collective attacked.

[PK Lady Sonia Renegade]

Sonia Renegade
Tattoos - True Form - OC Art

She could feel Kaos keep going to the bar, it made no difference to her. She watched Issac's movements, raising a brow at the mild temper tantrum he put on for missing the excitement. She felt a giggle roll from her lips, shaking her head a bit which tossed her locks about. She listened to his comment about a drink and immediately thought back to the beach. She shook the thought off and gave a nod, gesturing for him to follow with one swift hand movement.

But not before Kaos was back and speaking to her, but before she could turn he had started his march back and was entering the building. She moved quietly across the field with Isaac in suit to the main building of Enclave. She went into the building, holding the door open for him before moving to a bar. She gestured to the liquor as she slid into one of the barstools, her eyes gazing over the bottles.

"Pick whatever tickles your fancy."

[Aizakku Furosto]

Kaos was drinking by the time Sonia and her companion had walked inside the bar. He looked at them indirectly while drinking. Knowing that she was a telepath he was deliberately exteriorizing his thoughts. To him she had to be more then just some superficial lust feeding being. She was full of surprises and she was quite cunning and intelligent. What he really wanted to know was why his presence made her uncomfortable. She had stated it wasn't him, but everything pointed otherwise. 

As he exteriorized his thoughts he also had inner thoughts she could not read. Namely the way she acted around him. Whenever he was present he could not just sense her getting tense, he could see her energy signature changing as if she wanted to defend herself, from what was as good a guess as any. He didn't expel any aura, or any killing intent and unless he exteriorized his thoughts he was mind blank to those with psionic powers such as telepathy so there didn't seem to be any reason for her to get so worked up. What really was curious was as to why she had helped him.

Care to explain what exactly I remind you of that gets you on an edge?

He lit up a cigarette and began to smoke it. Maybe she'd answer and maybe she didn't.

[Wren Daizan]

Isaac willingly obliged when she offered to lead. It afforded him the opportunity to look her over once again. Unfortunately, with the way she had acted before, he couldn't do much more than give her a once-over before he flicked away his cigarette and shoved both his gloved hands in his pockets.

Continuing forward, he looked toward the sky to avoid offending her again until they arrived at the bar.

The Chthonian stepped across the threshold and moved to the bar. He couldn't resist taking a jab at the woman just to see how far he could push it. "You're quite the gentleman," he said as he rounded the bar and grabbed a bottle of Everclear. Stepping back around to the other side, he sat down on the stool closest to her, uncapped the bottle, and took a giant swig before he set the bottle back on the bar with an audible thump..

[Errol Havok]

The Necromancer, followed by his freakish escort, lead the way through the forest with Thrice close behind. Their path lay through a less densely wooded band of the endless forests that seemed to surround the enclave on two sides. The four (being Errol, his two hooded guard, and the Shinobi) made their way without a word shared for the better part of the journey, before the Mage felt they were far enough removed to break the silence.

"I must assume you are aware that I feel Kaiosho to be a threat. Six million undead is indication enough, I should think."

Errol smiled over his shoulder to Thrice, who followed a half-step behind. They reached a set of roughly carved stairs, leading to the top of the granite plateau that made up the west wall of the Enclave.

"As they say, first impressions are lasting ones; it was my first encounter with him that has lead me to believe him to be a collective spy. He came seeking 'parley'; a word he used himself, and one that refers to a peaceful meeting between the leaders of two opposing forces. When questioned on his curious use of the term, his answers seemed... inconsistent... with his story. He claimed to be searching for a lost villiage near here. Not a motive that would require him to request a parley. Furthering my suspicion, after I informed him that he would be under the watch of a security detail, he threatened not only myself, but Luneth and Jezebel as well, implying that they were not safe under my protection."

The band made their way up the stairs, finally reaching their destination, where a number of undead with digging tools and paintbrushes and tin pails had gathered in wait for their master.

"It is also quite troubling to learn that he has somehow imprinted his own essence onto my life-energies, presumably, while he healed me after I had been poisoned. I have heard conflicting stories of the events surrounding my recovery, some saying that I was under treatment well before he arrived to 'save' me, others speaking of him alone to be the hero. I am unsure of what I believe, but I understand all too well the nature of demons. It is greatly improbable that he healed me out of kindness."

[Chromezombie]

{ OOC; Just an entrance post. Nothing really special. Just hoping to join in. Its been a while since I've RP'd. heart }

"Now this feels nice."

A young woman cooed, her eyes closed leisurely as she folded her slender legs and absorbed the sun's heat. Her flaming red, curly hair draped over the lip of the boat, the tips dipped into the salty water as it rocked gently. It was such a relaxing day, she hardly cared for the feint smell of grease that clung to the white shirt she had acquired from her most recent offering. The shirt swallowed her torso and nearly covered her thighs and biceps. She learned to steal some article of clothing when she changed - her first time on land she quickly learned clothes were a necessity.

Mae hated clothes. She didn't like the feel of most fabrics. They easily irritated her sensitive skin and most times she felt suffocated and confined. Yet, it was a necessity if she wanted to go onto land. If she wanted to integrate herself into this new world without drawing attention to herself. Her thoughts flickered back to the previous fishing town that had grown aware of the steadily growing amount of missing sailors, fishers, and towns men. If a strange naked woman strolled through town the night after each disappearance she would surely land herself in some trouble.

Which is why she is here, off the shore of a place called The Enclave. She heard a few drunken fisherman talk about in the last town. She didn't know much about this world but she did know about islands. Only able to perch herself on the shore or explore the reefs, but never able to actually reach beyond the white sand and into the forests. But now she had her chance to. Her lips twitched into a smug smile as she sat up, ruffling her curls and peered out at the shore, the sand expanding in a wide curve, hugging the treeline. Grasping the oars she began to row. Her small arms quickly grew tired. She wasn't used to using much upper body strength. Her tail - which she did not have at the moment - usually did all the work for her. Eventually she slipped her little boat into a lagoon and used the rope coiled below her bench to fasten it to a rock.

Mae snatched up a bag that had been tucked beside the rope and pulled out a worn leather wallet. Flipping it open pictures fell out. The man she had lured into the dark murky waters last night grinned back at her with a bulky arm reaching around a frail brunette cradling a toddler in her arms. A lump in her throat formed immediately. The guilt was the worst, but she didn't have time to dwell on what she had done and tossed the wallet back into the sea. She watched it sink before climbing out of the boat and disappearing down a man made path that cut through the forest and hopefully would lead to what was The Enclave.

[Udos Ph Mzil]

It had been quite some time since the glass man called Daniel Burr had attacked and seemingly destroyed the ghastly pale child known as Mzil. It was only through the sacrifice of their servant Rgoloth that they had even managed to survive. Survive they had, however, through eating and multiplying into the powerful horde they had once been, feeding in the very same patch of trees through which a newcomer now wandered. If the guilt-laden woman were to search off the path, she'd find the very disconcerting sight of many animal corpses wrapped in skeins of spider-silk and drained to nothing but dry husks. Large animals. Directly along the path, however, was no evidence that anything was amiss.

Crimson eyes took stock of the female as she picked her way amidst the foliage, the red-headed "child" concealed amidst the branches of a rather aged maple. The dense cover of leaves provided quite a bit of shadow, though the burning sun overhead still proved an irritant. Shifting their position, the girl frowned. There was something strange about the newcomer, something odd about her scent. It wasn't entirely human. In fact, the young ones' senses screamed to them that this was a fellow predator in disguise. Careful not to snag the lace trimming their doll-like attire, Mzil decided to follow her from above and see exactly who or what ventured toward The Enclave.