[Snowy]

A greasy man in a fancy suit was smacking a podium with his cane, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Step right up, don't be shy me foine foine gentlemen! Enter this here tent and prepare to be amazed! Pleasure paradise, just 100 cinii to enter!"

[Darkness]

OOC: ... XD

[Ratty]

OOC: Where the hell do I sign up for Darkstorm?

[x..]

OOC: The Void, Ratty.

[Ratty]

OOC: I don't actually want to join

[Darkness]

A dark cloaked man picked itself out of the crowds of Vianaara's streets, having noticed the man and the tent he stood before. Was this the man the note had spoken of? Greasy indeed. He looked as if he hadn't washed in weeks... If not months. The dark cloaked man wouldn't be surprised if the greasy one had -never- washed his hair.

Moving towards the tent as if he were interested in entering, he turned towards the man and put a hand in his pocket, as if fishing for the money to pay for entry. He continued moving towards the man, but instead pulled a dagger of white metal from his pocket. Using his cloak and the podium to hide the threatening gesture from the throngs of people who moved only yards away, he put the dagger to the man's belly and spoke in a quiet voice.

"You will come with me."

[Snowy]

The greasy man seemed not to notice! He went on hollering, asking people to enter the gentleman's club, telling them that it will be the shows of their lives! But he had a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth.

[Darkness]

"..."

The dark cloaked man pushed the dagger a little harder, so it cut through clothes and drew a hint of blood...

"You -will- come with me."

[Snowy]

The man looked at the dark cloaked man with a large grin on his face. "You have no idea who you are dealing with. Sheath that blade or else I will kill you with no less then 20 blades, and I guarantee that good sir." The man had a twinkle in his eye as he calmly explained this.

[Darkness]

"..."

The dark cloaked man almost seemed not to hear the threat. He pushed farther, until an entire inch of the blade was 'sheathed' within the greasy man.

"You will come with me."

[Snowy]

The man's grin disappeared. Just when it looked like he was going to cooperate, he hollered at the top of his lungs," GIRLS!" Instantly, several girls, varying in degress of nudity, were surrounding the dark cloaked man and the greasy man. They each held a blade in their hands, one tiny little thing even had a flachion in a death grip. They had no laughter in their eyes, only murder on their minds.

The greasy man looked at the cloaked man and breathed into his face, "Make a move." It smelt like he hadn't brushed his teeth in quite awhile.

[Darkness]

As the girls appeared, the dark cloaked man slammed the blade the rest of the way in the man's stomach, and then in a swift movement pulled it out and slashed the man's throat.

Turning away from the falling body, the dark cloaked man lowered his hood, revealing his ruggedly handsome face.

"Come now, girls... It would be a shame to have to kill all of you! Surely we can come to some sort of... agreement... I'm sure I can do you all a favor."

[Snowy]

The girls moved forward, swift and agile as can be. They seemed to move as one, and likewise, they struck out as one. Several went for his legs, while some went for his neck. One went for his weinus, while one went for his crotch. These girls are deadly.

[Darkness]

The dark cloaked man senses trouble, and his hand moves to his pocket, pulling out a dagger with a curved blade. Twenty blades lash out, begin to pierce his skin, and he presses a button on the dagger's hilt... Time seems to slow, then reverse... The blades leave, blood returns to body and skin heals, and the body of the man rises up, the blade slashing backwards across the throat, then moving down and returning to the man's stomach, then pulls itself out. The girls have disappeared, having run backwards into the tent.



"You have no idea who you are dealing with. Sheath that blade or else I will kill you with no less then 20 blades, and I guarantee that good sir."

The greasy man said.

Knowing what one future held, the dark cloaked man sheathed the dagger uneasily. "Very well then. Who is it I am dealing with?"

[Snowy]

"My name is Carla. And yes, that CAN be a boy's name. Now are you gonna give me some money or just stand there all day?! THIS AIN'T A FREE SHOW!"