Post by Drayce on Aug 18, 2018 16:29:28 GMT
*3 months after The Lucas Family Event*
- 4.03 Pm - Sitting First Class in a hijacked plane. No one else aboard the flight other then the staff members allowed. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH" Loud screams of agonizing pain echoed through the carrier and the ears of the fear stricken stewardesses. Both understandable reactions to a partially deconstructed right leg but nonetheless a nuisance. Standing up from his seat he made his way to the pilot's quarters. Autopilot on, the white haired man *the pilot* was hysterical in his reaction, "NO, NO, PLEASE". A passive sigh showcased the lack of malicious intent by Drayce. You're the one who made things so difficult. Look all I want is a peaceful 6 hours, the latter of which can be achieved through one of 2 ways. 1. I simply destroy your vocal chords or make it so you don't have a mouth, 2. I fix you up good as new and trust that wont make anymore problems, choose. " I'M SORRY, PLEASEEE, PLEASE FIX IT" With a smirk on his face Drayce grabs the hurt leg and squeezes it firmly as the pilot lashes out in torment only to realize his leg had been fully restored. Not a single scar, scratch or bruise indicate of the state it had been in mere seconds go. Now lets have a nice trip he said as he patted the pilot on the back, "uh, yes sir" the old timer still in disbelief over what he just witnessed.
Making his way back to his seat, he reclined his chair in an effort to finally relax. Stewardess he called, the three frantically rushing over to him all clearly petrified. All of them attractive young women although one them who looked no older then 21 had a rather large distinctive scar over the right side of her face. Relax, I just want to know what I can get to eat and drink. What are my choices? *the middle stewardess pointing to herself and to her colleague to the right* "uh well uh we use our quirks to make the food and plates and utensils, so you can have anything" In a awkwardly fast response, I'll take a piece of coffee cake with a caramel butterscotch filling. " uh sure" in a few seconds a plate was created and on top of it the requested piece of cake. " Anything else"? No thank you, you can go back to your seats, not you. Pointing to the girl with the scar, What's your quirk? His question having seemingly struck a note " I DON'T HAVE ONE and if you're wondering about the Scar too its because of people like you who don't care about using their quirks to hurt others. People like me? putting his fork down he stood up and extending his arm touched her forehead. There are no people like me "Please don't hurt her, she didn't mean it" a small scream of pain as she turned to gasps from her friends "Vanessa, your face, he got rid of your scar" breaking down in tears the women ran away. That's it, go somewhere else. If I need anything I'll call.
Now alone and finally at peace he thought about the past, the present and the future. Cerberus was originally founded by him, Nike and M'sondaa after the events of the Great Bank Heist. The build up was unique initially it was by chance. In a room filled of criminals few stood out. The orchestrate of the heist immediately took a liking to the three. Drayce and Nike would be paired together to break into the vault. It didn't take much time for them to acknowledge one anothers skills and their unique quirks. They hatched a scheme to take all the money for themselves. After all they were the ones breaking into the vault the rest of the heist members in their eyes were irrelevant. That is until they realized their was a third member who not only rivaled the power of their own quirks but shared a similar mindset, M'sondaa. He threatened to blow up the chopper he was protecting at the earliest sign of foul play. Drayce and Nike realized his strength and acknowledged him as the missing part of the trio. From that point on they were all recruited by Fang and their paths seemed link. They all saw it as an opportunity a stepping stone to greater heights. Shielded at the moment by the greater name of Fang they would create their own sub group "Cerberus"- The Three Headed Gatekeeper of Hell. With time the core three grew from simply being affiliated to trusted partners seeing themselves as a true unit. After seeing the power of The Lucas family the group realized the difference in sheer power between those at the top and they who were still climbing up both as individuals and as a group. To grow as individuals they would need to train, and to grow as a group they would need to expand their influence and numbers. This trip would be the start, a promising individual with a quirk built for combat. A warrior with plenty of potential but nothing to fight for. He would be the first since the Big Three to be recruited.
*6 hours later*
The flight had come to an end. Drayce ready to leave the plane was stopped by the stewardess whom he'd healed. "Thank .. You" The problem with the world is we don't have the right people on top. Cerberus, remember that name because your going to hear it a lot. With that he made his way off the plane quickly leave the airport before he could attract any unneeded attention unbeknownst to him he was being followed. - 10.14 Pm - The coordinates were given to the cab driver, the location approximately 1 hour away. 11.28 PM Drayce arrives to an overly cliche hideout an abandoned warehouse. "You're Late"
Enter - Restless
- 4.03 Pm - Sitting First Class in a hijacked plane. No one else aboard the flight other then the staff members allowed. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH" Loud screams of agonizing pain echoed through the carrier and the ears of the fear stricken stewardesses. Both understandable reactions to a partially deconstructed right leg but nonetheless a nuisance. Standing up from his seat he made his way to the pilot's quarters. Autopilot on, the white haired man *the pilot* was hysterical in his reaction, "NO, NO, PLEASE". A passive sigh showcased the lack of malicious intent by Drayce. You're the one who made things so difficult. Look all I want is a peaceful 6 hours, the latter of which can be achieved through one of 2 ways. 1. I simply destroy your vocal chords or make it so you don't have a mouth, 2. I fix you up good as new and trust that wont make anymore problems, choose. " I'M SORRY, PLEASEEE, PLEASE FIX IT" With a smirk on his face Drayce grabs the hurt leg and squeezes it firmly as the pilot lashes out in torment only to realize his leg had been fully restored. Not a single scar, scratch or bruise indicate of the state it had been in mere seconds go. Now lets have a nice trip he said as he patted the pilot on the back, "uh, yes sir" the old timer still in disbelief over what he just witnessed.
Making his way back to his seat, he reclined his chair in an effort to finally relax. Stewardess he called, the three frantically rushing over to him all clearly petrified. All of them attractive young women although one them who looked no older then 21 had a rather large distinctive scar over the right side of her face. Relax, I just want to know what I can get to eat and drink. What are my choices? *the middle stewardess pointing to herself and to her colleague to the right* "uh well uh we use our quirks to make the food and plates and utensils, so you can have anything" In a awkwardly fast response, I'll take a piece of coffee cake with a caramel butterscotch filling. " uh sure" in a few seconds a plate was created and on top of it the requested piece of cake. " Anything else"? No thank you, you can go back to your seats, not you. Pointing to the girl with the scar, What's your quirk? His question having seemingly struck a note " I DON'T HAVE ONE and if you're wondering about the Scar too its because of people like you who don't care about using their quirks to hurt others. People like me? putting his fork down he stood up and extending his arm touched her forehead. There are no people like me "Please don't hurt her, she didn't mean it" a small scream of pain as she turned to gasps from her friends "Vanessa, your face, he got rid of your scar" breaking down in tears the women ran away. That's it, go somewhere else. If I need anything I'll call.
Now alone and finally at peace he thought about the past, the present and the future. Cerberus was originally founded by him, Nike and M'sondaa after the events of the Great Bank Heist. The build up was unique initially it was by chance. In a room filled of criminals few stood out. The orchestrate of the heist immediately took a liking to the three. Drayce and Nike would be paired together to break into the vault. It didn't take much time for them to acknowledge one anothers skills and their unique quirks. They hatched a scheme to take all the money for themselves. After all they were the ones breaking into the vault the rest of the heist members in their eyes were irrelevant. That is until they realized their was a third member who not only rivaled the power of their own quirks but shared a similar mindset, M'sondaa. He threatened to blow up the chopper he was protecting at the earliest sign of foul play. Drayce and Nike realized his strength and acknowledged him as the missing part of the trio. From that point on they were all recruited by Fang and their paths seemed link. They all saw it as an opportunity a stepping stone to greater heights. Shielded at the moment by the greater name of Fang they would create their own sub group "Cerberus"- The Three Headed Gatekeeper of Hell. With time the core three grew from simply being affiliated to trusted partners seeing themselves as a true unit. After seeing the power of The Lucas family the group realized the difference in sheer power between those at the top and they who were still climbing up both as individuals and as a group. To grow as individuals they would need to train, and to grow as a group they would need to expand their influence and numbers. This trip would be the start, a promising individual with a quirk built for combat. A warrior with plenty of potential but nothing to fight for. He would be the first since the Big Three to be recruited.
*6 hours later*
The flight had come to an end. Drayce ready to leave the plane was stopped by the stewardess whom he'd healed. "Thank .. You" The problem with the world is we don't have the right people on top. Cerberus, remember that name because your going to hear it a lot. With that he made his way off the plane quickly leave the airport before he could attract any unneeded attention unbeknownst to him he was being followed. - 10.14 Pm - The coordinates were given to the cab driver, the location approximately 1 hour away. 11.28 PM Drayce arrives to an overly cliche hideout an abandoned warehouse. "You're Late"
Enter - Restless
