The threads of Fate: In the Begining
 

The house, if you can call it that, was well huge. It was constructed in the old style of wood and brincks. The only people that could afford a house like this were the extremly rich, or those that the extremly rich favored. There was no sign of a lab which suggested that it was hidden somewhere under the hous. However, smoke damage was visiable of to the right at the bottom of the wall. The half mile driveway was well kept and trimmed with a varity of flowers. One might even think this place was the residence of some old fashioned millionaires. Which was what everyone was supposed to think. As strange as it seemed this was the address given by the ad and the gate stood open. The ad had said come to the front door and knock twice.

ooc: Sorry about the lateness of this but I've had a fairly busy few days. It didn't help that I've been sick going on three weeks now.

Vevron walked to the house the ad said. His lense scanned the area and found nothing. There was little pressence of magic as well. "He hid himself well." Doing as the sign requested he traveled to the front door and knocked twice.

ooc: hope that is ok

The door swung inward silently at his touch revealing a lavish room on the other side. A large table dominated the center of the room flanked on both sides by high back chairs. Drapes hung from windows 15 feet high and 6 ft wide. The walls were decorated with an ornate wallpaper and old paintings covered just about every square inch. No one was in sight but it was clear that he was ment to wait here. A point that was further elaborated by a voice that came over an intercom, "Please wait here until the others arrive and then Dr. Manos will greet you all personally." The intercome went silent and a quick check revealed every door except one leading to a bathroom and the door leading out to be locked.

ooc: That's was perfect I didn't really give you a lot to respond to. In general you want at least half your posts to be a good paragraph long, at least when your not in the middle of a fight or simply talking to someone. BTW Am I getting better at this or is it just me? I think the practice is starting to pay off.

Crispin couldn't believe the house in front of him. People who had houses like this didn't hire mercenaries... He had seen someone else go in, so he checked again to make sure it was the right house. Indeed, it was. A bit confused, Cripsin approached cautiously, one hand readying a blaster. He knocked twice on the large, wooden door and waited.

As before the door swung open silently open more. Revealing the entryway and the room beyond and Vevron. This time the intercom did not sounding indicating that those in the room were ment to explain the situation to the others that entered. The lights dimmed a bit but quickly returned to their blazing intensity. Then deep within a large noise was heard as if something heavy had fallen or perhasp a muffled explosion. Everything returned to it's normal state quickly and the event was soon forgotten.

Crispin, noticing that the other man in the room seemed just as shocked to see him as he did the other man, realized that he was not the only person summoned here. Not sure whether or not to trust the other man, he kept his blaster at ready, but not in hand. After hearing the noise, he shot the man a confused look. He took a few steps towards the man and outstretched his hand. "I'm Crispin. Any idea what's going on here?" He studied the man, watching for any sign that he could be a possible enemy. Such is the way of a mercenary in an unfamiliar situation.

Looking over his eye scanned him. "A tech user I see. You can lay down your arms. Though I would advise you to be on-guard at all times. Never know what jobs are legit. For now we just wait and see what happens." He then rested his eyes on the floor once more.

Crispin realized that this man was a magic user. "Don't worry about my blasters. I'm not one to attack without reason. And just because I use tech doesn't mean I don't respect magic. I don't care about these stupid politics. Didn't catch your name, by the way." He tried to remain calm, without sounding like he was mocking the man.

He looks back over to him and points to his eye. "Does this look magical. I was merely observing your skills. What your beliefs are are none of my concern. I am Vevron. You may call me that. I hold no allegence and follow my own code. Though I wonder where the others are." He then stretched out over the sofa. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. He wondered who was coming and was in the mood to get on with his work. Though didn't mind waiting if he had to.

ooc: slow down abit. Dont wanna lose new members

He nodded to the man. "Indeed, it does look to be technological, but you seem to have that look that magic users have. And I live by no code but my own, too. For that, I respect you." He sat down, relaxing. "And what do you mean the others? Do you have any clue what kind of work this is? Seems a bit mysterious to me." He started toying with his PDA.