GPD/Genesis/Aegis [A Return...]

[Gelmax]

((Bane, you need to simplify your character; why is it that all who own high-tier characters make them as complicated as possible to avoid accusations of godmoding?

@Eve Nagakura: Age means little. While I am merely fifteen years of age, I am without a doubt the most important person you will ever meet in this piddling world.

Hey, wait a sec. Toy? TOY?! Goddamn it, Bane, I've got first dibs on picking toys around here and everyone damn well knows it. Am I going to have to send a character after you? I'd rather not have to, since you're a friend and associate and possibly mule of Edymion and I frankly cannot stand that man's RP, but it's not like I have anything better to do with my high-tier characters.))

[AlexDwyer]

As the quaint cafe operated per the norm, one the waiters scampered off faster than usual. Possibly to escape the hunter like gaze of the young man who was currently claiming residence at a far table. The playful smirk marking his face, cracking as he took a final drag of the smoldering smoke balanced between his nimble digits. As the last of the embers were carried off, an almost eerie and far to familiar hue held his green eyes. Their true deep blue out shinning the intriguing vermillion in the lessened light.
Reaching for a light, his upper arms flexed, the kissable tanned skin pulling taunt across his toned muscles and hugging the spider like weaves of dark blue interlocking his upper arm. Barely visible from beneath the sleeves of the skin tight maroon top he was wearing. With a sadistic grin he leaned back in the chair, his expression teetering on lethal to the waiter who had unfortunately peaked from around the kitchen door.
Chuckling Alex set the light aside, his digits scratching at the dark stubble dotting his chin before casually flicking a lone silver earring.
He smirked, he wouldn't be a causality like her. To fall to such.. a disorganized team was nothing short of a disgrace.

[AlexDwyer]

Smashing the half used cigarette into an ash try, Alex was up and moving in one fluid motion. The lightless glasses lifting from his nose to be tucked into an oversized side pocket, while he gave the lawful building a final glance. The look boarding on outright staring. As the cafe door broke and generally interfered with his concentration, he reluctantly fumbled an old mailbox key from a pocket. The initial appearance suggesting it had gone through hell and back with a personal farewell before reaching it's current owner. One more link in the puzzle.

[Bane Incarnation]

OoC

Stuff it, Gel.

Rufus smirks at the clear dismay on the receptionist's face before turning and, simply for now, strolling out the front door where he promply runs into a moderately familiar face. His ears and tail twitch. Arius is such a waste of a body. That form couldn't even tell how close this power was. No matter, Rufus knows he's faster without teleportation. The sound of leather creaking can be heard as he tightens his fists. The smirk he wears just continues to broaden, especially as he allows his memory banks to process this face.

Ah. Torment, I presume?

Nemesis never did like testing prey in this form. Rufus is great for countering knowns, but Arius is an excellent sacrificial lamb. It's the reason he used that pitiful racoon-animorph body to test the teleportation protection. The smug expression on his face disperses, but it's only to give Torment the illusion that he's slightly worried about fighting. He still has that "your time will come" look on his face, that all-knowing cockyness. Rufus streches his neck as he looks towards the edge of the park. With this form, he can tell, distinctly, that there are four powers of concern. There's some strange lifeform, one he'd need to annalyze (Pei) coming from the opposite direction. There's another similar to Torment (Tacitus) that seems to be wandering. There's a demon (Phex) in a tree nearby, unmoving.

With a quirk of his brow, Rufus looks to the one power remaining, Torment himself. Swinging his arms nonchalantly, Rufus approaches this man. He has no intention of getting too close. No. That would make it too easy if Torment wants to capture him. Smirk broadening a bit more, Rufus looks up to the sky as nonchalant as ever.

You know. It's such a nice day.

Not caring how well, if at all, that distracts Torment, Rufus takes off, full speed, in the opposite direction of the two moving powers (Tacitus and Pei). He has a broad grin on his face, just curious if Torment would actually give chase. It wouldn't matter. Rufus'd be out of this field of protection soon enough and head home. He needs to revive Arius...again. A month of power...gone, wasted.

OoC

For referance, the DnD spell Improved Haste (or any equivalent) might allow one to keep up with Rufus.

[Kakuza Senpai1]

~~~Torment~~~

Torment said nothing a the mention of his name, simply smirking as his eyes followed the man, a flame burning within of the brightest blue hues. With a snap of his fingers a barrier that appears to be made of the flames of Elysium flare up on the outtermost edges of the GPD grounds as Rufus makes a break for it. The flames were rising at an exponential rate, aiming to create a cage for the enigma of a man. The wall had an interesting mix of properties, forged from force, flame, and the soul. Force to keep that which was within right where it was, within the cage; flame to burn at the mind, body, and soul, or lack of one of any with an evil or chaotic alignment; and soul to fortify the barrier.

Torment smirked as he turned towards Rufus, the blue flames within casting an earie glow from his eyes, "My, my, it seems my reputation preceeds me. Which of my associates was weak enough for you to beat it from them? Only those closest to me would know enough to cause you to run in so much fear just from seeing my greatness before you. I only desire to chat."

~~~Daize~~~

Daize sat on the curb, rather glad it hadn't been raining much often, or else he'd likely be getting soaked as each car passed him. He thought a rather large car was coming, and pulled his feet back, but noticed the glow was more stable. His gaze followed the street down to what seemed to be an inferno of some sort down the road a ways. He thought about checking it out, but that'd mean more walking.

[ChaosHuntress]

Phex mouth forms an "o" as she watches the strange barrier be erected. She smirks as she considers the possibilities. An interesting cage, to say the least. Perhaps she could get revenge on those blasted daemons who had the gaul to say she wasn't fit to command! Nonchalantly, she yawns and dilates her pupils to see if she can see far enough to get some kind of glimpse as to what is going on. Phex knows she won't be able to hear without getting any closer, but she'd rather not. Observation doesn't always required the dropping of eaves.

[oxymoron02]

And Vaughn headed off to the Royal Flush Mafia's mansion, a P90 and a LAW-66 slung over his shoulder, a Colt .45 1911 Longslide in a tactical hip holster, and a carbon nanotube vest under his shirt. Woot. Asses were going to be kicked, names were going to be taken, and a mafia godfather was going have his head as a plaything for the GPD's jail cell Bubba.

[Bane Incarnation]

OoC

O_o Wow. You actually managed to cover all the angles.

Rufus smirks as he sees the wall rise before him. He comes to a screeching halt, nearly running straight into the barrier. He lets his right hand hover near the barrier, but he never touches it. His smirk broadens, smug as always, before he turns to face Torment. He looks the man twice over. Torment might be an interesting challenge, but, honestly, it's not his time yet. He'll have his purposes for a while. Non-existance can wait for this one.

Shrugging, Rufus lets the smug look disperse from his face. These beings are too easy to fool. He'd let Torment believe he'd been afraid, weak. He would prefer not to lose two bodies, this day. The subject of "just talking" is an interesting one. Rufus rears back, letting out a roukous laughter. Then, as his eyes open, they flash as he looks at Torment. At that instant, his laughter stops and he has a serious expression upon his face.

"chat"? That might be...intriguing. As for which associate...

Rufus chuckles before "hmphing". It's such an obnoxious query. Rufus has, simply, seen a few battles and their effects. The rumors concerning Torment might have made some people run in fright, but Nemesis would be another story.

My own sources do nicely, thank you very much.

[Torment]

((Its what I do Baney Boy.))

Torment watched the man turn as his own form seemed to leave the earth, floating no less than an inch above the fertile grounds. The omnipresent smirk flashed back at Rufus as it broke into a smile, "I've been waiting so long to finally meet you in person, though my purposes behind it have changed over time. I had once hoped to kill you and steal whatever power may be gained from your husks, there was also a time when I saught you out as an ally. Now, well, today is a new day and different from the last."

A faint shimmer filled the air behind him, a mixture of purple and white wisps of light, a prelude of sorts, one might say, "You are a very complex being, I've noted no less than three different forms, a feat even my father would find most entertaining, not to mention myself. So tell me, why come all the way to the GPD to simply scare poor old Jen?"

[Sveid]

...I'll just watch and attempt to find a way to come in on cue. sweatdrop Hi Tor..::

[Bane Incarnation]

Rufus smirks as he wonders which forms Torment has seen. The GPD knows about Nemesis, The Bane, and Rufus. He does have to wonder if Torment figured Arius out. Rufus does hope he's that intelligent, at least. He decides to fiegn a bit of ignorance.

Jen? Was that the delectable dish's name? My, My... I had no idea I'd scare her that much.

Rufus smirks at the pleasure of seeing that look on Jen's face. It's not too often he gets to just go out on the town and feast on fear. Her existance is secured for one more day, at least. The subject of Torment's father isn't one he's interested in. Instead...perhaps he could reveal just what his sources can do.

So...how's that lovely wife of yours...? What was her name, again...?

Again, Rufus feigns ingorance. Of course, he isn't insinuating a single thing. He's not threatening Torment through his wife. It's simply a tactic to watch how well this man controls himself.

[Torment]

As the cage completed the wisps of light solidified around his back to form a great pair of vibrant purple wings that remain stationary, for now. Torment ignores the comment about Jen, pressing forward, "She's fine. Now, would you like to get down to why I'm here, or chat a bit more? I'm fine with either, seeing as either way would be rather beneficial."

[Bane Incarnation]

Rufus quirks a brow. He almost has to chuckle at the simplicity of it all. This Torment was able to maintain himself despite any subtle hint of a threat. He looks down, slightly curious to see if he remembered to send the strange barrier underground as well. That would be a very difficult task, however. It could very well destabalize the ground they stand upon to try it. Instead, Rufus tilts his head. He's not done talking, just yet.

Ah. You seem to think that all I ever want to do is fight. Heh... Tell me...why do you think I came here?

[ChaosHuntress]

Phex frowns before she closes her eyes, shakes her head, and shrugs. Heaving a heavy sigh, she "hops" down from the tree she's in and creeps closer to where the two men are. Such testosterone. She can smell something in the air, but she's not entirely sure what it is. It seems the winged man has trapped the fox-man upon the grounds, just inside the anti-teleportation field. Phex goes cameleon so she won't be seen. Still, she saunters and sways her hips. It's just common practice, at this point.