Welcome to Gaia! ::

OOC: Welcome to the guild's main RP, I made it so all of you eager to RP now can. You all know the rules, no godmodding, no Cybering, no Powerplaying, No killing fellow RPers and keep to Gaia COC. You have already chosen your OC's when you filled out your paperwork in my office, that is your character sheet, (you may want to go write a bio or change what needs to be changed before you post) And for how people see you, we will be using the "Wanna be in a guild manga?" thread. Now I will set the mood and we can get this thing under way...

Twilight was in the group waiting for these orders, though he realy didn't have the need to. he just wanted to be involved for the info. he craved information. couldn't get enough of it. he knew he was risking alot, when he was currently unsuspected by any authorities... but still, he had accepted the Kuro's gracious invite to their ranks and he wouldn't have taken it if he wasn't gonna be involved. he hadn't said a word this whoel time, and still kept silent as he followed the others to the location of the corpse.

he was quick to use his magic to keep any nearby people from being aware of them. it was his specialty, not very allmighty, but extremely usefull nontheless. being unseen, unheard, unnoticed... simply 'masking' their prescence. if anyone looked they'd still see them, if blurry, but the thing is, the spell made them less detectable, so that nobody would look.

Twi wanted to know what was on those papers... he'd ask Skotti when they got back.

following orders, and keeping quiet, Twi helped transport the body back to headquarters. there was a reason it was brought here, though he'd not been told. he guessed it had to do with one of the scientists in the Gang.

"Sir, we're back." he told Skotti in his quiet, soft voice. "I was wondering what was on those documents. I'm always curious about things you know... may i read them?" he knew he was going out on a limb, especially as a new member. he made it a point not to seem important or threatening, though he must have been seen at one of his rare displays if he was aproached personally... he kept his shades on, not wanting his trepidation to be noticed.

Romulus overheard Skitti' and Twilight's conversation and wondered to himself what it was over as he walked down the hall. He laughed to himself having thought of a comical solution as to what the papers may pertain to.

Romulus nodded to Skotti as he walked past him. 'That look in his eye,' Romulus thought, 'There must have been something important. He doesn't have that look in his eye unless something went wrong.' Romulus hesitated for a moment, wondering if there was anything he was needed for, though he soon realized that the mission was most likely over given Twilight's request.

Romulus walked out of the multi-storied building that was the gang's base of operations. The moon was barely visible from what appeared to be the only cloud in the sky. He pulled a cigarette out of a pack in his pocket without removing it and lit it in a single motion that made it apparent he hadn't started smoking recently. He puffed on the 'square' in the least interesting way possible and walked to the gate, where he stomped his cigarette out and left the compound.

Romulus poorly whistled the tune to Für Elise as he walked down the street, vagrants looked at him oddly as they spoke to themselves in a manner that didn't seem to be out of place as a normal part of their activities, and Romulus gave them no attention. He threw a coin to a particular bum who didn't even look at him. Romulus isn't usually much one for charity, but this particular man seemed especially down on his luck. Judging by the wear on his clothes, he didn't seem to be adjusted to his current lifestyle.

Romulus continued past the man for several blocks before he turned and knocked on an oddly placed, yet barely noticeable door. The door opened a small creak and a man stuck his face out. He was most likely in his thirties, though his face made it appear that he would be older, most likely caused by stress his hair had turned to a dirty gray, and the scars on his face coupled with the missing chunks of his nose made it apparent that this particular man would most likely never end up married. "Are you the elf?" The man's cracky voice spoke with the accent of a man who had grown up in the outskirts of Barton.

"I am a dark elf, though I am unaware if I am THE dark elf." Romulus said in a sarcastic yet non hostile tone.

The man shrugged him off with a turn of his head, then gave a grimace, "Do you have the money?" He asked with a taste of discuss.

"Of course." Romulus said, growing upset with the man.

He waited, looking at Romulus with concern, then finally spoke. "Well?" He asked impatiently.

Romulus jingled a small sack of coins in the mans face which he reached at. Romulus pulled the sack away, "You know I will want to come in."

The man was distraught, "Very well," he said in a growl before closing and then opening the door full length letting Romulus in.

Moments later Romulus emerged, toting a large brown bag which he found difficult to carry. Wishing he had brought transportation, he made his way back to the headquarters.

"You lean best on the battlefield, you may teach the new recruits how we fight here, but their real training will begin in the heat of combat." He said twirling his single action army revolver on his finger.

Twi emerged from his room a bit later, to grab some Tilts, his favourite alchaholic energy drink. he planned to practice his self-control by getting drunk and letting loose. he always went hysteric or got depressed when he drank without doing something else. he woudl get violent. he wandered about and heard about a Dojo being put in place. he considered checking it out, but he'd much rather keep on the downlow. he decided to look for another place to be, lest his rage be noticed. if only he'd had tim eto install the portal to his Mansion south of the Von Helson's... but he'd barely had time to finish furnishing his bedroom here.

thank you sir romulus and yes i can. -starts fixing you up with my first pair of arms while my new ones from the god of war opens the bag- you got me nothing but knives and japanese swords and guns. thanks i dont need the guns give them to the people who cant fight. for everyone else i will train them here in my two styles of fighting the shadow, for the mind or yin part of body, or drunken dragon fist, for the body or yang of the body.