Future's End RP: Secret Beginnings
 

The figure wearing a heavy black cloak walked down the rainy streets, walking thorugh a puddle. "Is it just me, or do all clandestine meetings have to take place in the rain..." Zero mumbled. He was walking at a quick pace through the streets, just another faceless figure in a sea of faceless figures. He took back alleys and side streets, and the more he sidetracked the fewer people their were, and the worse the neighberhood got. He finally entered the industrial district, and the line of abandoned warehouses from where thriving buisness that didn't belong to Omega had once existed. He shook his head and continued until he came to the right building. He walked to the partially closed door, only to meet a massive hulking mutant with four arms, grey skin and a curious disposition. "Whooo are yooou?" It asked in an odd voice.

"I'm Zero, represenative of the Rusted Blades for the conference with Terminus." Zero replied.

The creature let out another long moaning rumble, but stepped back to reveal a normal size mutant with green skin and orange hair. He said, "Alright buddy, we got you on the lsit right here. Head on in, the T man is waiting."

Zero walked by the door guards, and into the dark warehouse. The only light came from one flickering overhead light, that only illuminated a few lines of chairs, but none of the surroundings. He bristled at how easy an ambush would be, but he threw aside his instincts and took a seat in the back row on an end, the quicker to make a quick getaway if needed.

"I'm Jack, represenative of the Pain Inc. for the conference with Terminus."

The guards gave Jack Lupino a strange look. Apparently they thought that 'Jack Lupino' was going to be human. And Italian.

"What ... what did you say?"

Staring at them, nonchalant, for a few seconds he rolled his eyes and sighed. "Woof Woof."

"Okay. Go in."

walking under the shadows of the alleys is a figure in what appears to be some kind of trenchcoat. He sees a what appears to be the guard of the meating place. "he better remember i'm on the expected list" he mutters to himself.

"I'm John. I'm here for the conference." he says

"what group are you representing?" the guard asks

"I'm not representing any group. now let me through" he said with anger in his voice.

The mutant raised an eyebrow and said, "Ohh, we got a touchy one here. Alright, just give me your full name, and I'll see if you fall under the independants."

"John Brockhiemer. but if you must call me something simpler call me Bëo or brock."

"It's all the same...
Only the names have changed..."

Priest let the song trail off as he approached the guard.

"Terminus asked for me."

The guard pointed at Brock and said, "Alright, I see you here now. Go on in." Then he pointed at the new guy and said, "Yo, and who are you? I either need gang affiliation or your full name."

Weive had been blunt, approaching the guards with arms raised as to not create suspicion. "Tryle Foeht Ruceynt of the Emerald order," he said, the teal headed boy not needing to be prompted by the grunts. "Hurry up, I don't like to be kept waiting."

"Ooh, the shortie has an attitude," said the smaller mutant. "One moment..."

Ugh...this better be worth my time.

"about time" he mutters to himself as he walks in and sees a dimly light room.

"Priest. Judas Priest. And I don't hang with gangs."