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Post by rene alderic on May 14, 2015 11:04:12 GMT
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Another dark street. Another night of chasing leads, breaking in, playing the villain. Rene stayed alert, making his way to the location he had learned about. A cache for stolen goods. Just Rene, making his way down the crooked, cracking street. No Tye. The kid was back at the apartment, tinkering with some invention. Probably some brilliant little device. Walking silent in the shadows Rene smiled. Tye was his best friend. Like a little brother. And that was why he could have no part in this. Why this mission was kept hidden.
For almost a year, Rene had chipped away at the information ring run out of this town: scheming, tracking, keeping his distance. Its' mastermind was a man notorious for his ruthlessness. Ominous rumors spread through the Underground like a contagion. Not many people crossed the thugs in that information ring and came out of it in once piece. Rene wouldn't allow Tye to get involved in this. The risk was too great.
The grid of haphazard shacks, leaning walls and yawning doorways took some practice to navigate in the dark, but Rene made his way through it with relative ease. Scattered noises broke the stillness of the night. A gruff voice murmuring, seeping through paper-thin walls. Rattling shutters. A distant bell toll.
Finally, Rene stepped into the place where the cache of stolen good was supposed to be held. There was a carrier coming sometime soon. The plan was simple. Find the cache. Lay in wait. Follow the runner back to wherever he was holed up. Simple enough.
But as soon as Rene stepped into the tiny open space where the cache was held, he stopped dead still. There was someone already there. A single silhouette. Staring straight at Rene.
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Post by CALCIFER ROMINOFF on May 14, 2015 20:38:15 GMT
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Hehe... it was easy really. All he had to do was find the right people to play the parts and then apply the finishing touches. The fool fell like a charm. Ahaha, not going to be so confident now was he? Well... He should have stayed away from Vincent. Far far away. No one sabotaged Vince's info train and got away unscathed. Especially not with Calcifer around. "He won't come." Said Alice. Her voice icy and cold. She wore a different dress today. It was beautiful. One that he rather liked. Light blue and very lacy. Very intricate and beautiful. Was she trying to get his attention or something? He shook his head and turned away from her. Stupid girl... What was her problem? She'd been acting strange since they left Wonderland. Finally he arrived, right on time too. Oh good, he didn't make Calcifer wait. That would put him in a better mood then if he waited half the night. His grin thinned and widened at the sight of his adversary. Hehe, silly hero. Didn't account for an actual villain now did you?The Spade noticed him quite quickly. Well, at least he wasn't stupid. Could, at least, notice something that wasn't supposed to be. He liked that in an opponent. Someone he could actually go back and forth with rather then just squash like a bug and be over it. He like a good play date. It was no fun if it was over with so quickly. "Hook, line, and match." He said allowed softly with a little chuckle. "Welcome to the beginning of the end little fishy. Glad you could make it." In the dim lighting is was difficult to make anything out about the male except for the glowing red color of his right eye. ☆ HERE LITTLE FISHY FISHY FISHY! COME CATCH THE BAIT ON THE HOOK. <3rene aldericMADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by rene alderic on May 14, 2015 21:20:53 GMT
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"Hook, line, and match." A sinister chuckle echoed softly in the dark. "Welcome to the beginning of the end little fishy. Glad you could make it."
So. This had all been an elaborate setup. Even in that moment, Rene felt a surge of frustration and disgust. He hated being taken in: all of that work, and he'd just been following a trail of breadcrumbs. Artfully done. Just enough truth mixed in to keep him from getting suspicious.
"Well. I couldn't refuse such a beautifully crafted invitation."
There was no need to ask why. Rene was the target now. As cautious as he had been while gathering information and finding out about the ring, he had used what he learned to pull a few intercepting jobs as Spade. Most of the time, Rene stayed in the shadows, simply watching and waiting. Nothing that would attract much attention: he knew from experience how to navigate the criminal underworld. Hopefully these people were just responding to those attacks. Hopefully they didn't know how many lines he had out in the water.
Never taking his eyes off Calcifer, Rene bowed ever so slightly with one hand on his heart. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Rene listened hard. No footsteps behind him. No scrape of a knife against its' sheath. No drawn bowstrings. Nothing. So far, it seemed to be just Rene and this stranger. Whatever his name might be...
The beginning of the end.
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Post by CALCIFER ROMINOFF on May 15, 2015 0:40:24 GMT
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Boy did he love an epic entrance. Usually being the first to arrive and the last to have words, Calcifer enjoyed being mysterious. It was his favorite pastime activity after all. It certainly did fit the appearance he'd made for himself. "Well. I couldn't refuse such a beautifully crafted invitation." Oh Flattery! He liked this boy already. On time and thoughtful. He was sure to love this game and would draw it out for as long as humanly possible. He even dressed like he knew how to party and be in the upperclass. This would be the rivalry of a lifetime and Calcifer planned to enjoy every single moment of it. Did Vincent have to know? Nah. It wasn't a secret per se, so if Vince found out he wasn't going to deny it, but he didn't want anyone to get in the way. He was too interested in this man to let him just die or leave. Despite what he would say tonight, he was absolutely sure that the man before him would continue to go after the info train. "Beauty is what I strive for Spade. Beauty and Perfection!" Whoops... Don't give too much of yourself away, or the unpredictability may not work so well. It was a little comment, but so many villains spoke their plans before the fun started and that was their downfall. Perhaps Perfection would be his own. He knew that was one of his greatest flaws. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" The hero said with a small bow. Cal did not bow back, although he rather enjoyed the motion a little bit too much. "To what do I owe this pleasure?!" Said Alice in a suspiciously high toned voice. Cal almost made to grab her throat, but knew it wouldn't look good to his guest so he ignored her for the time being. "I wanted to introduce myself. After all, you can't play a game without competition now could you? Sounds like an awfully boring card game to me. Oooh! If you'd like, you can call me... Gamemaster, or Dealer! Yes! Those sound like wonderful villain names!" He said softly, but almost gleefully. ☆ OMG... DX I COULDN'T THINK OF ANY BETTER NAMES.rene aldericMADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by rene alderic on May 15, 2015 8:17:26 GMT
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"Beauty if what I strive for Spade. Beauty and Perfection!" Spade. Not Rene or one of his other aliases. Good... Rene still couldn't see the strangers' face, but his voice sounded youthful.
"I wanted to introduce myself. After all, you can't play a game without competition now could you?... Oooh! If you'd like, you can call me... Gamemaster, or Dealer! Yes! Those sound like wonderful villian names!" There was an almost theatrical flair in the way this person spoke. Well. Rene could relate to that.
As soft as the words were, there was an note of happiness or eagerness in his voice. So. What kind of madman was Rene dealing with here? He claimed to strive for beauty. For perfection. Briefly Rene wondered what this criminal thought of as beautiful. A well-played trick made the list, apparently.
This could be mockery, a little charade, a distraction. Would he draw Rene in with conversation, then kill him quickly? No... he took so much trouble to set Rene up and guide him into this little trap. This stranger wanted a game, wanted diversion. Sounds like someone wants a rival.
Rene smiled a faint smile: you could hear in his voice when he spoke. "So. I'm the Spade and you're the Dealer. Is that it?" After a brief pause, Rene continued. "You want to play a game... alright. Before starting a game, one generally settles on the rules. Tell me. What are you playing for?"
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Post by CALCIFER ROMINOFF on May 28, 2015 6:42:42 GMT
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"So. I'm the Spade and you're the Dealer. Is that it?" said the suit. Calcifier grinned at the response. So it was the Dealer then hmmn? The game was officially set. He would be the Dealer. The one that counts the cards, that KNOWS the cards, but has by no means complete control of the cards. However, He did have the ability to cheat using his new set of rules. He was the Dealer after all.
"The Spade and the Dealer it is, Little Fishy." He said with a smile.
"You want to play a game... alright. Before starting a game, one generally settles on the rules. Tell me. What are you playing for?"
Cal chuckled softly. "The rules are already set Spade. You have already created them. What you desire to destroy, I desire to preserve. The winner stands victorious over the blood of the other. Although..." He paused just for a great effect. "Death... Does not have to be the winning vote. Removal from power. Erased from Society. Chose your hand carefully Spade. For I shall not loose this game."
"You certainly are a sap Cal. What kind of person doesn't play to the death?" Asked the irritating Alice. He knew what kind of person she was. He'd seen her rip people to filthy shreds before. She didn't play the game correctly.
"I'm the type of person to savor a game. Its no fun without the anticipation." His response was aimed at Alice herself, but he said it in a way that Rene would understand. "I'm the type of monster who plays with it's food."
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Post by rene alderic on Jun 2, 2015 10:31:02 GMT
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"The rules are already set Spade. You have already created them. What you desire to destroy, I desire to preserve. The winner stands victorious over the blood of the other. Although.... Death... Does not have to be the winning vote. Removal from power. Erased from Society. Chose your hand carefully Spade. For I shall not lose this game."
The Dealer. Rene knew the stakes now. Knew what Calcifer wanted. They were two rivals, one fighting against the spread of that contagion, crime. The other feeding it, willing to kill to let it grow. Calcifer knew how to put on a show, but his words had an edge like sharpened steel. Rene knew. This new adversary was cut-throat. Brutal. Determined. Calcifer wouldn't be content with anything less than his destruction. Only a fool underestimated someone like this stranger. Rene wasn't easily tricked, but Calcifer had reeled him in with a mix of truth and lies, drawn him here, issued a challenge. This game wasn't optional. Play or die. Rene didn't back down: Calcifer would get his little contest. Moves and countermoves. But the outcome wouldn't be what he expected.
"I'm the type of person to savor a game. It's no fun without the anticipation. I' m the type of monster who plays with it's food."
Rene watched. Nothing in his demeanor changed: he looked just as collected and relaxed as ever. His enemy spoke cooly with a smooth confidence, like a purring, cruel feline. Calcifer's words revealed more than their intended meaning. Confidence. A deadly patience. Sadistic pleasure in his little games. That confidence.... perhaps it would prove useful down the line.
"It's been many years since I've faced a truly exceptional opponent. You carry yourself well. Chilling threat. Very prettily expressed. I can hear how eager you are to begin: be patient. When this game is over, you will have what you have labored toward. Nothing but the rarest polished marble will do for your headstone: i'm sure your victims will be happy to contribute to its' purchase. The hangman will set you swinging on a gilded noose."
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Post by CALCIFER ROMINOFF on Jun 3, 2015 6:34:44 GMT
THE AIR IS TORTURE  INSANITY, THE ILLUSION OF IGNORANCE "It's been many years since I've faced a truly exceptional opponent. You carry yourself well. Chilling threat. Very prettily expressed. I can hear how eager you are to begin: be patient. When this game is over, you will have what you have labored toward. Nothing but the rarest polished marble will do for your headstone: i'm sure your victims will be happy to contribute to its' purchase. The hangman will set you swinging on a gilded noose."As the Spade spoke Calcifer listened and listened intently. There was no response from him even for a few seconds after the speech was finished. There was even a few moments of dead silence. Alice didn't even huff. Of course, it was all just too funny to Calcifer. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't stop the laughter that was held deep within his heart. It started very soft. Almost a purr and a hum rather then a laugh, but as he thought about the words that were spoken, it just got funnier and funnier. Even Alice gazed at him with a shocked expression as his laugh got louder and louder. Now Calcifer was a naturally quite person, but this laugh. It wasn't an evil laugh. It wasn't maniacal like most villainous laughs. It was as if he were laughing at a knock-knock joke that was just told and was the funniest out left. It wasn't even mocking. But it was as if he couldn't stop laughing once he started. After a couple moments Calcifer began to calm down. It didn't matter what the other tried to do while he hadn't been paying attention, Calcifer had prepared for multiple scenarios and you can bet that the two of them certainly weren't alone in that warehouse. Calcifier had hired help of course, none of them worked for Vincent directly to make sure there were no cross loyalties or betrayals. When his breathing was normal Calcifer tried to regulate his breathing. "I apologize." He said with a smile. "I'd tried to hold it back but it would not allow me to. I have no doubt that a noose tide around my neck will be the way I die. In fact, I expect it will be, and I embrace it. But sadly my little fishy, I can be sure that you will not be the one to achieve that pleasure. Especially with the insurance I have against you."On that bright little note a comic book was slid across the floor. It was one of those Normal comic book issues that teenage boys buy. Inside the book was a taken picture. This picture held the face of a dark haired teenage boy with dark glasses over his eyes. He wore casual t-shirt and jeans and was walking down the steps of an apt. building, gazing back at the door where another dark haired man was walking out of the building. "I rest my case." He said softly, but cheerily. rene alderic |
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Post by rene alderic on Jun 13, 2015 6:29:28 GMT
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Calicifer was silent for a moment. Rene waited, glancing around the shadowy courtyard.
With a person as mad as Calicifer, something sideways was just to be expected. All the same. Laughter, real laughter, was the last thing Rene expected. Peal after peal cut through the air.
"I apologize. I'd tried to hold it back but it would not allow me to. I have no doubt that a noose tied around my neck will be the way I die. In fact, I expect it will be, and I embrace it. But sadly my little fishy, I can be sure that you will not be the one to achieve that pleasure. Especially with the insurance I have against you."
Screetch. Rene knelt, keeping his eyes on Calcifer, and picked up the thin comic book copy slid across the flagstones. So. The two of them weren't alone after all. That was to be expected: really, Calcifer meeting him alone would have been the surprise.
The book fluttered open to the first page. Rene looked down.. and froze. There was a picture tucked in the book. A snapshot. Teen boy, casual dress. Rene knew that face well enough to recognize it at once, even in this half-light. Justin. His friend. His little brother. Cold fear filled his body like ice water filled the throat and lungs of a drowning man. The picture also showed himself. The apartment. But Rene didn't really care... all he cared about was Tye. Tye... his identity was compromised. They knew his face. His name, probably. Where the two of them lived. They could be there right now....
"I rest my case."
"What have you done?" Rene didn't care about the banter. Didn't care about sparring, or enjoying the game. Didn't care if Calcifer saw that this kid was dear to him. This new rival already knew. None of that mattered now.
It was his Family all over again: the ones you love... they're the ones who make you vulnerable.
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Post by CALCIFER ROMINOFF on Jun 21, 2015 8:20:50 GMT
THE AIR IS TORTURE INSANITY, THE ILLUSION OF IGNORANCE Calcifer watched as Rene's expression went from stone cold to down right shocked. Cal couldn't stop the slightly sadistic chuckle from drifting past his lips. This is what he lived for after all. This sadistic life of tick-tack-toe. "What have you done?!" Rene asked oh so dramatically. Alice laughed beside him. "Oh you played him good Cal. But you know that he'll just try to leave right?" Calcifer didn't answer her. Instead he kept his focus on Spade. "Nothing... I'm just giving you a taste of the knowledge we have. You didn't think you could try to make a huge hole into an information broker without having information dug up on you did you? He's safe. In fact, most of his missions go rather smoothly thanks to us. We wouldn't want him getting too badly hurt would we? Besides, this is your only warning to get out of town and leave us alone. I wouldn't be a very good Dealer if I didn't allow you to back out and fold now would I?"At first, of course he wouldn't hurt the kid. That was his own insurance against the Spade. The boy was now a liability to the older male. If they didn't both leave, there certainly would be some drama between the two and Calcifer would catch every minute of it on video. Course, Rene only knew about the camera man that followed them around. There was no way that Cal would tell him about the very small and expensive camera's and taps hidden throughout their house. rene alderic |
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