Post by Cautare on Aug 15, 2018 17:38:04 GMT
The trip to New York from Santiago South America. Technically an immigrant, Aaron was stuck being smuggled into the country like some kind of non native resident, despite his birth place being North California. It was an inconvenience, but with the network he had spent the last four years setting up, getting safe travel to New York was quite an easy task, however Aaron had to leave everything he owned behind, not even allowed a suit case, as he was literally stuffed into a box hidden in a compartment in a semi truck bound for New York. The ride was cramped, and stuffy, and dark, and the Demon King, Cautare, although at home in such darkness, was unimpressed with the new mode of transport, and over the entire journey, he made such complaints. Aaron had learnt to tune out Cautare on most occasions, generally only when he had other things to focus on, yet in this dark cramped space, with Cautare's voice the only thing besides the truck engine, it was beginning to drive him a little wild.
Some warlord you are, stuck in the back of a truck, like some kind of immigrant, laughable.
Dont forget, Cautare, you're stuck in this immgrants body, where i go, you go, remember?
Not by choice, you used the right word, stuck, im stuck, soon as you die, im taking over this pathetic vessel of yours and getting the hell out of here.
Getting out of here? You do realize you're a demonic spirit only bound to this world through my body, where will you go?
Hmmph...ever the smartass. Remember you've only power because of me kid.
And remember, you've only any interaction with this world through my body, so why dont we stop this ceaseless argument, and just enjoy the ride?
Aaron was met by silence as the demon inside him went quiet, finally. It must have been well over twenty hours by this point of constant arguments in his own mind, and really it was starting to make his exhausted. After this argument, however, Aaron felt extremely tired, and without knowing it, drifted into a deep slumber, the purr of the trucks engines lulling him to sleep.
Aaron was awoken suddenly by the slamming of truck doors, as a small piece of light slipping through the cracks as his subordinates broke open the box, allowing Aaron to move freely. Stepping out of the truck, Aaron was met with a large industrial warehouse, large enough to fit five to six semi trucks parked next to each other. It was an older building, on the outskirts of New York, but Aaron had already done plenty of research into the place and knew what he was getting. Really, this was just meant to be a home base of sorts, a place Aaron could set up shop and prepare for his renegade assault on the Hero association, however, Aaron had one glaring issue ahead of him. Turning towards the employee who had let him out, Aaron spoke.
Tell me, where we able to secure a stable account connection with my bank accounts?
No sir, they were unable to get a stable link between the accounts, last i heard, it will take a few weeks to bounce the funds into a slew of over sea's accounts before being dumped into an unmarked John Doe account for you to access.
Sighing, Aaron stepped down off the truck bed, and walked towards the large double doors. He needed fresh air to think, and properly assess the situation. Pulling the doors aside, Aaron was blasted with fresh air and inhaled deeply, the scent and smell of New York something completely different to his home back in South America. It smelt like corruption, and dirty greasy crime. It smelt like a garbage pit that needed to be cleaned up, and that was just what Aaron planned to do. However, he was at an impasse. For the next few weeks, he would have no money, meaning he would be completely unable to fund any sort of advancement, and he was not a man who liked to sit around and wait. Glancing out to the horizon, Aaron noticed that the sun was just setting, preparing for the night life. Perfect timing really, as Aaron turned his attention inwards, to Cautare.
Do you feel like going on a little sight seeing trip my friend, maybe we could go to the rich area's, see how the better half live, hmm?
Depends, will we get to fight anything?
Probably not, it is more of a....search and gathering operation, instead of a beat up and kill. However, i'll make a deal. This time, we secure supplies, next time, we let them know we're here. Hows that sound?
You know just how to sway me. Fine, lets go.
Aaron smiled gently, focussing back on the setting sun. As soon as the sun would set, covering the night in darkness, the pair would move out.
Several hours past, midnight allowing the sliver of a moon to raise to its highest point, is the time at which the pair departed. Using Rashoman, Cautare's ability, the two moved through the city like a shadow, scaling buildings effortlessly and using Rashomans ability to absorb anything inorganic to absorb the very light that illuminated them, allowing for perfect hiding ability. It took a little under an hour to reach the boulevard of the rich, mansions spreading as far as the pair could see from their vantage point. Scanning the horizon, Cautare was the one to choose.
The one with the six expensive cars out front, all the lights are off, except the guard house. Probably has a few guards inside, maybe a guard dog or two, maybe ill get my wish.
Fine by me my friend, lets go get us some starting money, hmm?
From atop the building, Aaron stepped off, plummeting down to the ground. Before making impact, the black tendrils extending from his body, acting like a spring to cushion his fall. Landing gracefully, the two walked around to a dark area, picking a high wall to stop in front of. The wall was high, likely reinforced concrete, but it mattered not to Aaron. Touching his hand to the wall, a black mass spread, just large enough for a person to walk through. At that moment, the wall covered in blackness vanished, creating a perfect hole for Aaron to walk through. Step one was easy. Walking towards the front of the house, from the corner of his eye, Aaron caught the small beast charging from the shadows. Without thinking, the black matter shot from his hip, wrapping around the beasts legs and muzzle, causing it to lock up and skid to a halt just before Aarons feet. Bending down to look at the snarling beast, Aaron gently rubbed his hands across the beasts head, rubbing its ears as the black mass held it in place.
I'm sorry my loyal friend, i'll need you to sit tight for a little bit, i promise i won't take more than i need.
Standing back up, Aaron made his way into the house, using the same tactic, taking out a wall, the safest way to not set off any sort of alarm system. Making his way up to the main room, he allowed the matter to spread from his body, scoping out the main rooms and looking for a safe, and finding one in no time. The rich where always so reliable to hide their things in such obvious placed. Walking into the room, Aaron absorbed the door of the safe, and to his lack of surprise, it had the usual stuff. Expensive watches, diamonds, hard cash, the usual. Grabbing a bag, Aaron loaded it up, before taking his leave. A simple and easy task. Walking past the dog, Aaron leant down and gave him one more head scratch, before slipping back out of the property. Once out of range, the darkness binding the dog would melt into nothingness, freeing him unharmed. With his loot in hand, Aaron returned to his warehouse, handing it over to the few subordinates he had brought with him, leaving it up to them to sell and get rid of the worthless material objects, while he kept the cash. This would barely fund him until his accounts got set up, but it would do for now. Slipping inwards, Aaron spoke to Cautare.
Phase one completed my friend, sorry we didn't bump into any guards.
It's fine, how about tomorrow, we let the New York police force know we're here?
If fighting an entire squad of police is what you want, then we'll see what we can't stir up.
[Objective=Steal from a
store or home]
Some warlord you are, stuck in the back of a truck, like some kind of immigrant, laughable.
Dont forget, Cautare, you're stuck in this immgrants body, where i go, you go, remember?
Not by choice, you used the right word, stuck, im stuck, soon as you die, im taking over this pathetic vessel of yours and getting the hell out of here.
Getting out of here? You do realize you're a demonic spirit only bound to this world through my body, where will you go?
Hmmph...ever the smartass. Remember you've only power because of me kid.
And remember, you've only any interaction with this world through my body, so why dont we stop this ceaseless argument, and just enjoy the ride?
Aaron was met by silence as the demon inside him went quiet, finally. It must have been well over twenty hours by this point of constant arguments in his own mind, and really it was starting to make his exhausted. After this argument, however, Aaron felt extremely tired, and without knowing it, drifted into a deep slumber, the purr of the trucks engines lulling him to sleep.
Aaron was awoken suddenly by the slamming of truck doors, as a small piece of light slipping through the cracks as his subordinates broke open the box, allowing Aaron to move freely. Stepping out of the truck, Aaron was met with a large industrial warehouse, large enough to fit five to six semi trucks parked next to each other. It was an older building, on the outskirts of New York, but Aaron had already done plenty of research into the place and knew what he was getting. Really, this was just meant to be a home base of sorts, a place Aaron could set up shop and prepare for his renegade assault on the Hero association, however, Aaron had one glaring issue ahead of him. Turning towards the employee who had let him out, Aaron spoke.
Tell me, where we able to secure a stable account connection with my bank accounts?
No sir, they were unable to get a stable link between the accounts, last i heard, it will take a few weeks to bounce the funds into a slew of over sea's accounts before being dumped into an unmarked John Doe account for you to access.
Sighing, Aaron stepped down off the truck bed, and walked towards the large double doors. He needed fresh air to think, and properly assess the situation. Pulling the doors aside, Aaron was blasted with fresh air and inhaled deeply, the scent and smell of New York something completely different to his home back in South America. It smelt like corruption, and dirty greasy crime. It smelt like a garbage pit that needed to be cleaned up, and that was just what Aaron planned to do. However, he was at an impasse. For the next few weeks, he would have no money, meaning he would be completely unable to fund any sort of advancement, and he was not a man who liked to sit around and wait. Glancing out to the horizon, Aaron noticed that the sun was just setting, preparing for the night life. Perfect timing really, as Aaron turned his attention inwards, to Cautare.
Do you feel like going on a little sight seeing trip my friend, maybe we could go to the rich area's, see how the better half live, hmm?
Depends, will we get to fight anything?
Probably not, it is more of a....search and gathering operation, instead of a beat up and kill. However, i'll make a deal. This time, we secure supplies, next time, we let them know we're here. Hows that sound?
You know just how to sway me. Fine, lets go.
Aaron smiled gently, focussing back on the setting sun. As soon as the sun would set, covering the night in darkness, the pair would move out.
Several hours past, midnight allowing the sliver of a moon to raise to its highest point, is the time at which the pair departed. Using Rashoman, Cautare's ability, the two moved through the city like a shadow, scaling buildings effortlessly and using Rashomans ability to absorb anything inorganic to absorb the very light that illuminated them, allowing for perfect hiding ability. It took a little under an hour to reach the boulevard of the rich, mansions spreading as far as the pair could see from their vantage point. Scanning the horizon, Cautare was the one to choose.
The one with the six expensive cars out front, all the lights are off, except the guard house. Probably has a few guards inside, maybe a guard dog or two, maybe ill get my wish.
Fine by me my friend, lets go get us some starting money, hmm?
From atop the building, Aaron stepped off, plummeting down to the ground. Before making impact, the black tendrils extending from his body, acting like a spring to cushion his fall. Landing gracefully, the two walked around to a dark area, picking a high wall to stop in front of. The wall was high, likely reinforced concrete, but it mattered not to Aaron. Touching his hand to the wall, a black mass spread, just large enough for a person to walk through. At that moment, the wall covered in blackness vanished, creating a perfect hole for Aaron to walk through. Step one was easy. Walking towards the front of the house, from the corner of his eye, Aaron caught the small beast charging from the shadows. Without thinking, the black matter shot from his hip, wrapping around the beasts legs and muzzle, causing it to lock up and skid to a halt just before Aarons feet. Bending down to look at the snarling beast, Aaron gently rubbed his hands across the beasts head, rubbing its ears as the black mass held it in place.
I'm sorry my loyal friend, i'll need you to sit tight for a little bit, i promise i won't take more than i need.
Standing back up, Aaron made his way into the house, using the same tactic, taking out a wall, the safest way to not set off any sort of alarm system. Making his way up to the main room, he allowed the matter to spread from his body, scoping out the main rooms and looking for a safe, and finding one in no time. The rich where always so reliable to hide their things in such obvious placed. Walking into the room, Aaron absorbed the door of the safe, and to his lack of surprise, it had the usual stuff. Expensive watches, diamonds, hard cash, the usual. Grabbing a bag, Aaron loaded it up, before taking his leave. A simple and easy task. Walking past the dog, Aaron leant down and gave him one more head scratch, before slipping back out of the property. Once out of range, the darkness binding the dog would melt into nothingness, freeing him unharmed. With his loot in hand, Aaron returned to his warehouse, handing it over to the few subordinates he had brought with him, leaving it up to them to sell and get rid of the worthless material objects, while he kept the cash. This would barely fund him until his accounts got set up, but it would do for now. Slipping inwards, Aaron spoke to Cautare.
Phase one completed my friend, sorry we didn't bump into any guards.
It's fine, how about tomorrow, we let the New York police force know we're here?
If fighting an entire squad of police is what you want, then we'll see what we can't stir up.
[Objective=Steal from a
store or home]
