Meeting of the Prophet/Heralds. (Invite Only)

[Kakeru Kun Fallen]

Kakeru entered the room and lets out an exhausted sigh, he had been doing way to much lately and this was just another thing to cross off his list. The Dreadnaught attack on New York had put a lot of pressure on the male and now he had to do this, after the meeting he planned to have a talk with Lux. He wasn't sure what Lux wanted but he knew the talk would have to be private. He sets up his papers at the head of the desk. Kakeru looks at the god that was attending, she was a god that very few people talked about she wasn't on the list of major gods, instead she was what was called an intermediate god, they tended to live on earth and passed off as normal every day humans. This was one of the Shadowheart children her name was Katon and she was the Intermediate Goddess of Current Fate. 

Ayden was the first to enter the room, he nods to his brother and takes his seat at the table. He didn't seem like he wanted to be here any more than Kakeru did, but then he had a lot on his plate now too didn't he?

Riot follows soon after taking the seat furthest from Kakeru and Ayden who both look at her oddly. She was a very distant and quiet person and Kakeru wondered if she even cared about her god at all. 

Rayleen enters twitchy as normal and simply takes a seat holding her legs close to her. "Can I go? Do I have to be here? I want to go home." She says. Kakeru shrugs, "Sorry dear, gotta hang with the rest of us. I'll try to keep it short and sweet promise. Then we will find you a nice dark room where you can relax away from all of the people." Rayleen rolls her eyes, "How many people are we expecting?" Kakeru groans this was not a question he wanted to deal with. "19 including me." Rayleen stands up, "You can go fuck yourself Fallen." Rayleen gets up ready to leave, Katon arches a brow, she doesn't say anything, she wouldn't let the female leave but wanted to see if anyone else would stop her first.

[Benjamin Gauge]

"He doesn't need to, I've got that covered". It was a deep voice that sounded gruffly from behind the changeling. Ben's. Of course he had to sound like a smart ass but at the same time he didn't sound exactly happy that she insulted his lover. Finally he walked a little passed her, nodding to Kakeru before addressing Rayleen again," No one wants to be here, so buck up for a couple of hours and we can crawl back under what ever piece of earth we call home". Little did he know the Insanity god had gone missing and that was probably a part of why she was in such a bad mood.

Epoch followed next, assessing the others who had shown. He was smug and abrasive with his demeanor--demanding attention with the same force of power that shifted through the room, his massive frame finding a seat towards the end of the large desk. The world events had nothing to do with him yet, so he wondered why he had been summoned.

Fyrann appeared being slightly reluctant to be here and stuck close to Ayden, but he found a seat anyhow...far from Nesirae's prophet. He could only hope what ever this meeting was about that it wasn't anything too serious. Like his lover he had a lot to deal with as far as the war was concerned...probably more so than Ayden or Kakeru would ever expect.

Eurynome was one of the more cautious ones. He glanced over Kakeru to lock eyes with Katon. It took him a moment to try and figure out where he was, his clawed fingernails touching the surface of the table in front of himself before his violet eyes once more rotated to the opposite end of the furniture to focus on the archdemon. The two fiends gave an almost acknowledging look to one another, though the Romanian shook his head after as if confused; 'Sed quid est quod familiaris?, he found himself asking quietly as he sat directly across from Riot.

* 'Why is he familiar?'

[Razvan]

The herald of Rhaego finally made an appearance at the meeting. He was endlessly devoted to his god but probably the least social of the prophets or heralds. He popped up randomly on the outskirts of cities and towns or perched on buildings. He didnt like to be in them, except for when it was with that boy who had a love of arcades. He inched towards the table, eventually taking a seat with two open chairs to either side to give his wings room. Kakeru would recognize him and Epoch might even like him but he was mostly enigmatic and frowny.

[Adam Helviath]

Adam appears in the room as he looks around. He was wearing jeans and boots, an open robe, and goggles. Toothbrush in mouth and letter in hand he looks around. "Duh fhuk ehs hish shih..." he said looking around before taking the toothbrush out and shrugging. Putting it in his robes pocket he just swallows the toothpaste and growls. Sticking out his tongue with a "blegh!". Again looking around he asks "why am I hear? I jus skimmed the thing..." noticing the letter was gone from his hand.

Dametrius just shakes his head as he walks past Adam, "animal..." is all he said. Still proper like always he situated himself next to kakeru.

[Lux]

When Lux had recieved the letter he was at home alone. That meant only one thing. He was in his boxers when he when teleported into the meeting room, although he was unphasesed by the action. "This better be fucking important." He took a seat crossing his arms and propping his legs up. "Today is my fucking day off and I want to be home enjoying it. Not here with you...." Lux was looking for the right word to describe his hatred and contempt for other prophets, not that he hated them inately but they all found a way to piss him off. Finally when he decided to settale on a word he finished. "...people"

[Honor Shadowheart]

Dmytri strolled in, all smiles and grins. Though his eyes weren't smiling. Something was bothering the large man. Today he wore a tight black t-shirt and an black untili-kilt that was fashioned with small mobile steel plates along the pleats. His black boots went to the middle of his calf, and were also steel plated, as were his samurai-like gauntlets. He took a seat close to Ayden.

The Baron Samedi saunters in, like he ruled the world. The skull tattooed on his face perpetually showing a rictus grin. He wore a tophat, tuxedo tail coat, and slacks, all black. He wore no shoes, or shirt. His dark skin seemed to blend into his clothing. Only his red hair, eyes and the white skeleton tattooed all over his body stood out. He sat down away from Dametrius, closer to Epoch. "'Ey, mon, what thi' all abou'?"

Honor looked around as he walked in. He knew no one here, and sighed to himself. He had just awoken recently into this age and was still trying to gather his wits about him. He disliked how bright everything was. He pulled a chair away from the table and into a corner, sitting quietly. He wore a black shirt, white slacks, boots and long coat. Silver rimmed glasses went over his pale green eyes, while silvery white hair was pulled back.

A Mediterranean looking man walked in. He was roughly 5'7" with long dark brown, wavy hair. His eyes were of indeterminable color, shifting between white, blue, green, red and purple, though one thing all colors shared in common were that it was pale. He said nothing, while being dressed in a black business suit, which seemed to strain against his body. While not fat, there was a weight to him. He grinned to himself as he sat next to the Baron Samedi.

[Mikhail Stankov]

There was only one person in attendance at the meeting to rival Mikhail's anti-social tendencies, and that weirdo ate kidneys and socially exiled himself just by being fucking strange. Mikhail ran a close second, however, so when he finally showed up to the meeting, he was sure to take a seat not close to anyone else. Others seemed interrupted by having to show up here, but Mikhail looked oddly put together. His white shirt was freshly-laundered and meticulously pressed, cuffed as always at the elbow to display the tattoos that started at his knuckles and moved up his shirtsleeves. As he sat, legs crossed, his charcoal pants showed only the crease that had been intentionally put there by the iron. If he remained still enough, it was sometimes difficult to tell whether or not the Russian was a real person.
Amidst the cacophony of voices, the Prophet of Pain and Pleasure leaned back in his seat and patiently waited.

[Velgaith]

"Perhaps you should stay miss. If this meeting requires that all of the prophets and heralds to be in one spot, surely it must be something that will have such a global impact that would effect us as much, if not more so than the rest of the world." Kipa says as he floats in in his typical Indian Style sitting position. He heard Rayleen's tantrum from outside, and thought it best to do what he could to appeal to her logic, not knowing her to be Dark's prophet. "As for everyone else, it is a pleasure to finally meet you all. I am Shi Kipa, prophet to Lord Shinigami." He bows before he lowers himself into one of the chairs.

Velgaith actually needed to be told by Reaper that there was a meeting of the prophets and heralds about to take place, as he has no true home, or ability to read. She urged him to take his weapon, which was just fine with him. Even if she asked him not to, he would've still taken it. After all, apart from his clothes, it was the only thing he owned. He barely managed to squeeze through the door frame as he caught wind of Lux's comment. "You can leave. It wouldn't show well on your Goddess, but from what I know you have a history of not caring about what happens to her." He was making no attempt to agitate Lux, but was not afraid to speak the facts, either. Rather than taking a seat, he leaned against the wall across from the door, his empty sockets focusing on everything and nothing, all at once.There were indeed a large mix of people here, all with their own varying levels of sin. All of them, however, were dangerous in their own rights. Had such a meeting occurred before Reaper's return, he would no doubt attempt to find them later and defeat them all. With her once again alive, however, it would reflect poorly on her for him to do such a thing, especially in her name.

[Kakeru Kun Fallen]

With all of them gathered Kakeru watched everyone enter. Rayleen sat back down, "I don't need to be here. I need to be looking for Dark!" She yells at Kakeru. The twitchy little thing decided to stay quiet. Had Dark abandoned her again? Kakeru lets out a sigh, he waits getting more annoyed with this meeting. "Those of you who want to bitch done so we can get this shit done and over with? ... Good thank you." He replies. Kakeru puts his hands on the back of his seat, not sitting in it he was much too restless for that.

Kakeru looks around the room, "Those of you who are a part of the war, need to put that shit on hold." He replies starting to walk around. "Those of you who aren't dressed... there are innocent eyes in this room." Katon snaps and suddenly Lux and Adam are dressed properly. Kakeru smirks and nods to Katon who goes to sit on Honor's lap. Kakeru brushes his hair out of his face, "This is the Goddess Katon she is one of the three gods of fate. She has warned me that some of us have been warned about what is coming up." He looks at Adam. "Sometimes by the source forcing it." Kakeru lets out a tired sigh. "Malkavian's becoming sane.. those who are not sane becoming insane. It is our job to help the followers of our respective gods." Kakeru looks at Lux and arches a brow for a moment before sighing. "So here is the thing... we have to find out what is going to happen... if we can we need to be there to stop it... if we can't be there to stop it... well then we need to be there to defend as many people as possible."

Riot raises her hand and Kakeru looks ready to groan. He puts his hand on Ben's shoulder for strength as he passes him, "Yes Herald of Clot?" Riot glares at him, "Riot. Just. Riot. What happens if we don't give a fuck about these people?" Kakeru shrugs, "Then don't assist I don't really care, but know that you could face punishment from your god if one of their followers die. I know your history Riot... do you really want to do that?"

Riot stands up slamming her hands on the table, "Do you really want to start with me? You know shit about me and what I would or would not do! So how about you shut your cocky little fucking mouth before I fucking make you!"

[Benjamin Gauge]

Rhaego’s prophet noted each of the following prophets and heralds as they arrived, his seat still one left unclaimed. Ben was keeping an eye out for anyone else who didn’t want to be here…and then Lux voiced his opinion on the matter; however, when the vampire went to reply, Kakeru had stolen the words right out of his mouth. So he swallowed back what he was about to say and instead let his eyes stare at the audacity Nadja’s herald had. There was absolutely no give when Gauge was used as support—this was denoting a very focused and very tense soldier. The gunslinger had altered his gaze to Riot and the air between the two thickened into a challenging stare down…whether Clot’s prophet wanted one or not.

Epoch was half listening to what the elf was saying, though in truth he had more interest in the demon that lurked off to the side of the room; that is until Riot made her remark. A hearty laugh came from the fiend’s chest. “Go ahead, please. It’s more entertaining that way”. To the celestial, weakness would be weeded out from the followers of Nesirae otherwise he didn’t see that they were fit enough to properly worship the Silent One.

Fyrann was actually on par with hearing Kakeru out. The former commando did manage to greet Kipa and nod in response to his lover’s older brother; unfortunately, his attempts at giving a proper reply were hindered by Clot’s chosen. He gave Riot a look the average expression any Englishman would—one of being offended by her tone and choice of vocabulary. Discreetly he was reaching for his gun in case things were going to go further south—not only to protect Kakeru, but everyone else in the room save for the two menacing (obvious) demons.

Eurynome on the other hand was not going to stop the argument his friend with benefits started. It was almost awkward with how still and unaffected he seemed by her shouting across the table at the meeting’s leader, simply because the ancient pit fiend hadn’t so much as batted an eye. She chose her battles, and this was one he wasn’t going to interfere with just yet. If no one knew any better Eurynome was sitting there much like a king holding court would have, one graceful taloned hand resting on the desk table.

[Razvan]

Razvan studied everyone present as he stood in a crouch on his seat, Velgaith, Dametrius, Kakeru, well he didn't care much for any of them and he was sure it was mutual, so that exchange would be interesting. as for the others he was pretty much indifferent, though Eurynome was interesting as was the serious bearded one. He liked the quiets ones we had had no choice but to deal with people. Lux he liked simply for his view on Brightblood. Riot though, irritated him, she was a loud one.


"If it is serve my god i will do anything..anyone who doesn't help their god could lose their position, so i would not worry about who would help and who wouldn't. If they dint, they were never worthy to begin with." Razvan glanced at Ben. He was curious about the prophet of Rhaego and watched him for a moment before he looked to Fyrann, the sheep in a wolf's den, impressed by his composure.

[Adam Helviath]

Adam watches as his robe is turned into his jacket and smiles. Dametrius just shakes his head, the vampire was listening to his right hand, for one reason and one reason alone. Could the man lead, he could give two shits about a lot of the people in this world and his expression portrayed that but his mind was else were. As everyone started to chime in he decided to speak before it got drowned out. "You have brightblood.... research, facilities, manpower..." The words were loud enough for everyone to hear but he spoke with the body language of an unimpressed emperor. Waving his hand at the subject while he sat back in his chair. It would seem Dametrius, while still arrogant, had full confidence for Kakeru and understood the situation about to unfold. Chaos on all sides could harm his family. While he looked like he went to his 'not listening' mode, he was fully away and actively taking mental notes of what everyone was saying.

Adam listened, and listened, and listened, he has met a lot of the people here, done recon or investigated others, he's even fucked a few of them. "Oi! how da we know tha' these fate goddesses ain' the ones causin' shit? Why don' we ask clot... he's fuckin' time... I mean... this seems a lil ass'backwards... granted I'm gonna help... jus' figure I'll ask wha's on my mind...." Adam was good for the help, but he did have a few questions, "I mean Fate is somethin' set'n stone... how do we know tha' gettin' together... doin' shit to try'n stop it... doesn' cause it?" Again he shrugs, "I've watched a lotta movies... sorry..." Leaning back in the chair, if he's answered or not he stays silent for a little bit. Adam trusted few of the gods, usually he found they manipulate the mortals... a lot.

[Lux]

Lux stood up in his new clothes which he began taking off out of spite till he was stark ass naked. "Now if you all want to shut your fucking traps and listen to the guy who has more info the all of your dependant asses." Lux was a proud man but there were things that he couldn't stand. "As for now what Kake is telling us is that every one is going bat-shit and he doesn't know why. So he wants us to trouble shoot and have a handful people protect, what is it? 7 Billion people? That seems a little too lost cause even for someone who took on a super power with 3000 men." Lux was relishing the moment almost too much. "Now, time for the nity gritty. Many of you respectable people whom I dislike may have heard the abandonment ramblings of Rayleen. Well this is no coincidence to our current situations, or so I believe. Dark, god of Insanity has fallen into a coma. Yes, another one. Since this has happened this string of events has begun to happen. We have Logan storm to thank for this. He put the god in this coma after essentially outcasting himself from my forces. While I don't know where the god is or if waking him up will solve the problem. I know having a god of Insanity helping us on this particular quest would be nothing but helpful."

[Honor Shadowheart]

Dmytri sits, hands in front of him, fingers interlaced. "Da. Having God of Insanity helping could be useful. However, insanity not predictable. Could be help, could be hindrance. Am I wrong? I do not know this 'Dark,' but I do agree the gods require all the help we can muster. If that means we lead epic quest to find and slash or awaken one. Then why not?"

Baron Samedi simply listened. He couldn't really give a flying rat's ass about any of this. All he knew is he was summoned, he was angry, and the source of his anger was in this very room. He kept his mouth closed though, as he listened and watched the proceedings.

Honor wrapped an arm around Katon to help her from falling off his lap. "I know for a fact the Fates are not causing this. They do not meddle in the affairs of mortals or immortals. Merely keep the Tapestry flowing. I will not tolerate any ill will towards them. Period." His pale green eyes, like green ice, were cold as the heart of a glacier.

The Mediterranean pats Samedi on the shoulder and whispers something to him. In a heavy accent, also indeterminable. "I think we should let this... Kakeru, is it? Tell us, my young elfin friend, do you have a plan of action, or were the gods wrong when they chose you to be Tactics?" He said with no hostility. It was said in a very curious manner, as if this stranger truly wanted to know.

[Mikhail Stankov]

This odd congregation of high-profile people confused Mikhail. These were prophets and heralds, people who willingly followed their gods and goddesses. . .and yet there was so much animosity here. Mind you, Mikhail's goddess was fucking batshit crazy, so their relationship was a little different. . .but all of these other people looked angry.
There were sane people, like Kakeru said, who were suddenly and without warning becoming insane. Mikhail had witnessed it himself. This was a medical issue, damn what anyone else was worried about. While everyone else bitched and moaned and tried to sort out their shit, Mikhail could work to make the afflicted better.
The Russian cleared his throat and took a look around. He could count the number of people in here he knew on one hand, namely three fingers.
Then the most uncharismatic (yet arguably the best-looking) bastard in the room spoke up: "Ve must also focus on zose who have become afflicted, like Kakeru mentioned." Stop the train, Mikhail was agreeing with Akusai's ex. "Perhaps ve could gain better understand as to vat is going on if ve study zem. Vhile I acknowledge zis is. . .more important to some of you zen others, zis is medical issue also." And the prophet of pleasure and pain was going to help.