by The Kingpin » Fri Sep 18, 2009 2:34 am
"Oh! so this is Nyx, eh?" Jack commented with a chuckle as he took Nyx's hand and shook it. Drake eyed Jack in bewilderment. "Mikey told me ALL about your little gang after your last visit to Brimstone HQ back in New York" responded Jack with a smirk. "oh WOW. now i'm never gonna hear the end of it" responded Drake. "I seem to remember hearing you say 'I run solo. having comrades only slows me down. i don't need them'. yeah right hardass. and then you walk into HQ on the arms of a whole gang of Werewolves and Vampires and drop like a fuckin' fly right there at the door" taunted Jack. Drake chuckled. "What can i say? not as good as i thought i was. no that i'm complaining" he responded as he wrapped his own arm around Nyx's shoulders. Jack chuckled, saying "I hear ya. world's a cold place. you need someone to care for and to care for you or you'll eventually just die of loneliness.....at least...most people do". "Now, let's get yer friends indoors. on the street running by the bar there's a large garage door. drive in there and head straight and you'll end up inside the Brimstone Chicago HQ. before you guys go in there and do whatever you came here to do, come here through the back door in the Garage. you ain't leavin' here till you have a drink in my bar!". Drake chuckled and nodded. "Aye aye, Cap'n" mocked Drake, causing Jack to tense up slighty. Drake noticed it, saying "Relax, man. it was a joke". "Right...*******" responded Jack, trying to return to his previous cheerful self as Drake walked back through the bar, to the still somewhat stunned eyes of the Brimstone agents, the few civilians there not knowing a thing about what was going on and shrugging it off as a random occurance in a bar that had seen many decades of visitors...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG