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Tilting her head to one side with a confused look on her face, Zaniah said in a questioning voice..

"Mermaid?" Wondering what in the world a mermaid could be. Then shaking her head, knowing she would find out sooner or later she replied..

"Yes I am a drow, and I quite like it here on the surface, when the sun is hidden of course.." The woman added with a grin before leaning back in her chair, also not worried about the elf. They were fairly resiliant, he would be fine. Running a hand through her snowy white hair, she ruffled it a bit, blinking about with her seemingly pupil-less eyes she watched the elf finally get back up and sit down at the table with the rest of them.

Hybrid rose, not quickly, nor slowly. He had done so as they were talking. He heard Z'Kort easily and was waiting for someone else to speak of it since the others were still speaking amonst themselves. When Arkus spoke he nodded slowly. He didn't seem at all mad at Z'Kort anymore, nor seem to notice that he had ever been out of his seat.

"We will be starting tommorow...Meet out at the park...it is about 2 blocks away from Draco Industries main building. Easy access. I've done a bit of...snooping as it were but it doesn't matter now. The real test will be seen when we leave here. I met a woman on the way in and if I know her well enough she's sending Shadow Hunters to take care of us...they'll probably get here about the same time you will leave. Don't kill them. Fortunately you won't have to encounter them as when you leave through that mirror you'll see instead of the hall is a grassy area with cars and the main parking lot nearby...

"I've done that specially for you. I want everyone to meet at the park tommorow though. Dress dark, and try to be as inconspicuous as possible. Such as an speedster may not speed over 60 in a normal through traffic. I don't want any possibility of losses. We will infiltrate in a variety of ways using each persons forte to accomplish everything...

"Last thing I should say before I give you question again is that if you betray me...your death will be horrendous. The last person I 'killed' died on his own breaking point. I more or less took him to his limits for about half a month, breaking him daily. Snapping bones, breaking jaws and setting them at wierd angles for them to grow back in. He was horribly deformed by the end, his legs, arms, and chest all wrong...and he finally died. Not because I killed him...but because he lost his will to live.

"You see I don't have much tolerance for two things...traitors, and vanity. I torture those who betray me. Don't think I won't find you. You've already seen a small portion of my power. More shall be revealed eventually...but most of it won't be. Understand that now. Our target is Franz Draco, as well as demolishing the building. I don't want any of the employees killed. Even Carlton Ashe and Dr. Astrid Kolgrim are to live.

"Take it as it isn't their time to die. And unless we must, do not kill Shadow Hunters. They are simply trying to make a living remember. They are still alive and breathing. Franz dies. None of the scientists or anyone else, unless they are about to kill you, or severly wound you...everything understood? Good. Now...any questions. At this point I'll answer just about anything knowing that you have accepted this proposition..."

His golden eyes looked about them as he stood behind his chair. His black hands resting upon it. His weapons not even gleaming in the dull light. They were wrapped to prevent shining. THe blades, black, just like the guns. He wasn't a normal thug. He measured, and calculated everything he did, wore, and put near him. The table itself, if a person noticed, was designed oddly. It was set so that if one of the five tried to kill him they would be forced to either nearly leap over the table or move around it.

That would give him plenty of time to draw and kill. It was the same at the other end. Making it almost like a hourglass. The room itself was set so that all of them were farther from the wall then he was. They would have almost the same chance if the table wasn't there to reach the other side at the same time. It was a strategy room, with all the advantages to him. They were a bit lower than him from the ground slope. Oh so slight, but just enough none the less. His chair a bit taller than the others...he knew his way around speaking to people. His charisma and appeal off the charts with greatness. He could probably charm the tail from a rattler, or the skin from a deer...maybe even the mind of a person...

"Mmm, friends," Kort murmured at the mention of enemy shadow hunters. With a slight yawn, as if he were tired, the elf got up and stretched again sending an "IGNORE" signal to the drow. He moved casually towards the door and opened it, stepping out into the corridor. A slight wave and he disappeared into the darkness, waiting a moment and listening in the mirror before stepping out.

The grass was lush and slightly damp, grass always was. It was a law of nature that green grass would always be wet. Many humans found that out the hard way. Z'Kort was born with it. The same that he was born with the ability to push things faster than they should go. He smiled, surveying the parking lot before him. Cars, cars, cars. So absolutely lovely.

The man took a step forward, adding a slight hop-skip into his step. As he continued to walk forth, more bounce was in his step. Green eyes were carefully picking out a vehicle to jack. A pretty little silver car caught his eye. "Ah, such a darling," he cooed as he sashayed up to it. Ignoring the fact that the others must be coming up behind him, too, Kort proceeded to lay a gentle hand on it.

A quick glance in and he saw the alarm was conveniently off. Suspicious, he thought, backing off a little. Another look and he knew that it was a Porsche. What idiot would leave an alarm off a Porsche? One last peek set off his mental alarm, it wasn't locked either. A couple steps backwards and he was at a minivan. Although Kort detested the things, he knew this was a better choice.

Clever fingers charmed the door to unlock itself and he quickly slid into the soft seat. The smell of apple juice and graham crackers drifted up to him. With a smile he said, "I am super mommy." The speed demon ducked down, did some finagling with the wires at the bottom and soon the car started. He sat back up, put the car in gear and reversed.

Hopefully the other shadow hunters wouldn't come after him in a mommy van.

Deciding to follow suit, she gave a motion with her hands, a very casual two fingered salute. "Twas a pleasure meeting you all" The drow said before walking out onto the grass. She looked around for her bike, white hair rippling slightly as she took a few moments to spot it as she walked towards it as if she had a bit to drink and it was starting to affect her.

Realising she had left her helmet in the bar, she cursed slightly, but then shrugged it off. Maybe she could come by sometime later this week to get it, she had a spare at home anyways.

Revving that wonderful machine to life she sped off down the streets of New york, reaching her apartment building as it was beginning to grow light out.

"Perfect timing.." Zaniah muttered, not realising how long they had spent in that room. Feeling slightly giddy anyways from the drink she did manage to down half of, she parked her bike in the underground and made her way up the spiraling steps of the ritzy building.

Hybrid sat watching. They left and did so without arguement. Good thing as well...he needed to go make sure to take care of a few 'details.' He breathes out slowly before rising and walking toward the door. His hand lifted and then fell, with only a second pause. The room disappeared from existence. He walked through the door as the room dematerialized and headed toward the door. The hallway disappearing behind him slowly.

No one in the mirror hallway...good thing. He hopped through and as the mirror rippled it became deadfully still once again. There was no pocket dimension. For that split second his large power would flash in the minds of those would knew what to look for...psychics, divine beings, or other such things.

Humans wouldn't know about it most likely, but he walked forward down the hallway. His steps leading him through the door. He wouldn't leave yet, instead he went to the bar and tapped on it a couple of times. Dameon turned and walked over to take care of the customer. He knew who it was immediately from looking at the figure.

"Can I help you sir?"

Hybrid's eyes flash for a moment under the hood. "My shadows are shifting and the rest could fade...get me a water could you?"

Dameon smiled and nodded slowly as he filled up a glass for him speaking back in that odd wording. "They move around and disappear during the day much of the time. Make sure your shadows are careful about that...here's your water."

Hybrid nods in thanks taking the glass away to a table in clear view of the door. If Shadow Hunters burst in he would be painfully visible. Whether or now they knew who to look for was a different matter. The sun was rising meaning that that bar would be closing soon...No one except him and Dameon were there.

Once he would eventually finish his water he would leave...after dealing with the Hunters of course...they needed to be taught, but not in killing. That wasn't normally his way. He would hurt them severely though...that was his way...

Deep within the night's abyss, a low rumbling could be heard. It was more subtle than the the traces of an earthquake, yet more intense than the typical sound of a horse's hooves along the New York streets. It was well into the night, and the roads themselves were barren of all life; a ghost city lit with the illuminating lights of specters and neon mirages. The rumbling continued, a guttural cry within the Earth, and sirens seemed to shriek at every end of the industrial block-small crevices within the cement cut in miniscule holes from the tremors of the enormous pressure at the other end of the road.

Azriel leaned casually against an enormous oak tree, her petite, feminine frame barely taking up half of the massive bark behind her. A slender hand going to push her burgundy curls from her eyes, she watched the commencing scene with an anxious mien that caused her fingertips to visibly tremble.

"Yes...everything will go wonderfully. Impeccably, thanks to Carlton..."

Cocking her head, Azriel leaned forward beneath the hindering, criss-crossing shadows of the branches above and into the blaring light of the black limousines that passed on their swift tires. The tires, lined in layers of spiked steel had been causing the rumbling and the cement to break beneath their rapid, mechanical limbs. Inside the two limousines were eight Shadow Hunters each, equipped with their various weaponry that had been welded expertly with primitive magic, and as they travelled through the gravel-strewn roads that they so carelessly carved along New York, heading for the Shadow Bar, she couldn't help but smile in unconstricted pride.

"Go fast, my dear little soldiers...on the hunt for another worthless heretic hide. But be wary,"

Pursing her lips, the Tiefling crossed her arms over her bosom as she took a breath, thinking angrily of the man that had penetrated her carefully built mental walls within the Bar,

"Stay concealed until you can sense the Shadowkind nearby...but don't kill them when they come out to play, probably by tomorrow morning. I like intimidation...a little fun won't hurt anyone-practice makes perfect, of course."

The woman wasn't foolish enough to have them target the wretched, powerful man of course. Yet she knew that those little piglets of his that had been within the bar were mortal, and perhaps shedding some blood without death would make her intent clear to him...and a little bloodshed was a wonderful way to start off a war.

As the Shadow Hunters sped off loudly towards the Bar to go into hiding nearby (with her expertise in magic to conceal them, of course), Azriel laughed softly, realizing how much of a splendid act of war she was in the process of unfurling.

Beside her, a male emerged from behind the oak tree, appearing extremely skeptical. He stood at a staggering 6'2'', wearing a black top that stretched tightly around his muscular body, outlining every detail of his well-built frame. The man's hazel locks were long enough to dip down across his left eye, which shone a deep, sapphire blue through his hair.

"I doubt we need that many of my Shadow Hunters for the job, Azriel."

She smirked slightly, gazing up at Carlton's exasperated appearance,

"Never underestimate our foes, Carlton. You never know how strong they may be..."

A snort from the man beside her, as he watched the limousines disappear out of sight into the horizon,

"Whoever that a** is that's been meddling around with Draco Industries and their work...they'd better get rid of him first, or I'll be taking the job of doing it, and gladly."

Now Azriel was the one with the look of doubtful skepticism about her soft features,

"I wish we could, Carlton...I wish we could..."

Like massive mechanical sentinels, the limousines slowed to a stop before the Shadow Bar. Their wheels crunched into the ground, boring tiny holes that appeared like freckles upon the body of asphalt. A pause, and a flurry of murmuring came within both cars, swift and soft like liquid silk within the air.

In a quick moment, one of the large limousines began to fade into the air, like a mist that blended perfectly with the starless sky. The mist hung for what seemed like an eternity frozen in time, before dissipating into nothingness. The remaining limousine's doors opened abruptly, quickly, making razor-sharp cutting noises followed by the shuffling of eight pairs of feet.

The Shadow Hunters were humongous. In fact, humongous would be an understatement to describe the almost monstrous build of their bodies. They were not tall, rather the average size of an adult man, yet every ligament of their bodies was strewn with an obscence muscularity that they appeared as if they were about to pop at any moment. Every one of them was as pale as snow, almost albino in their unnatural coloring. Covered in scarlet cloaks that contrasted ghoulishly with their flesh and their beady eyes behind the black masks they wore, they appeared to be a cult about to make a sacrifice to some estranged deity.

It appeared as if demons, deformed and sent from hell, were about to visit the Shadow Bar tonight. And as they flung the door opened, their feet thudding against the floor in an army-like unison, it appeared that these strange creatures did not have to exert any effort in intimidation.