Thread: Supernatural Detection Task Force

Tank didn't bother trying to take the duffel bag, hell it was pretty clear it hadn't crossed the massive man's mind. he just didn't care about it, it was the kids crap, he would have to take care of it. he had to smirk widely at the sudden, almost insulting nickname. do i look green to you? he demanded, clearly amused. your just angry because it wasn't your ass that i was plowing last night. he growled, teasing the other. Tank had himself a nice young Satyr last night. a lot of the immortal enjoyed the bondage scene, most of them old enough that normal sex was just too boring. Tank snickered as Christopher tried to shake Xane's hand, the ancient immortal stared at the hand as if it was something offensive, and Tank whispered to Christopher. never offer to shake an Immortals hand, it's offensive. he ordered simply. for many of us, touch is a path into each other, especially through the hands. he explained. if you where to have touched Xane's hand right then, you'd have been flooded with day terrors. he explained, Zane smirking. that's waking nightmares. he explained. your awake, but everything is terrifying. he admitted. it's like being trapped in a dream where everything is out to get you. he admitted taking a long inhale out of his pipe again. never offer to touch, or shake hands with an immortal you don't know, you never know what their touch might do to you, or worse, what your touch might do to them. unless you are wearing gloves, as many immortal do, try not to touch. there was nothing in the folder about water, though it did mention the few times he almost drowned due to hospital records... hell every doctors visit, dentist visit, even therapy was listed in there. it was like the ultimate invasion of privacy. a normal, average person would not be about to be accepted into the SDTF young Christopher. Xane protested, his eyes amused. a normal average person does not even know that we exist. he stated simply. i am certain that there is something... immortal, about you, that you have not discovered yet. an empathetic ability, or a Sensing. something hidden that works in your subconscious. he admitted. or you never would have expected us to be real, or even thought about it... Tank smirked. that you sought out, and fucked the only other Immortal at the club last night says something. he admitted. the guy you plowed was Erin, a Siren... a merman. he explained. that he actually let it slip that he was an immortal says something even more. he admitted. there is something about you that isn't one hundred percent human... like calls to like, you might have a few drops of immortal blood in you even, not giving you any real powers, but attracting you to our kind anyway. they suspected he had powers, but they also suspected he didn't know about them. it was going to be an interesting time in the SDTF for Christopher. there is no underestimating humans. Xane admitted suddenly. we are stronger, faster, smarter, more powerful... and yet, they outnumber us easily a thousand to one, and their weapons can kill us. he admitted. as long as the weapons are correctly prepared, they can kill us. Xane admitted. if they ever discovered us, we would all be slaughtered... yes, we would take out many of them... but they breed like rabbits, and would overtake us far before we could ever hope to survive... they are ruthless in anything that is not exactly like them... and they would murder us without mercy. he admitted simply as he examined the pipe, tapping out the ashes onto the floor and putting the pipe away now that the stuff he was smoking was gone. a bow? he asked lifting his eyebrow at the other. a long bow? short bow? crossbow? some insanely complicated electronic thing? he asked, curious about the others weapons, Tank chuckling a little. as long as you are not joining simply to die. Xane decided as he slowly set up and pulled soft silk gloves onto his hands, Tank chuckling a little as he offered Christopher some gloves. in case you decide to try to shake someone else's hands, don't need you having your mind stripped away or something. he teased, Xaneth giving Tank a look. our people are more controlled than that Tank. he protested as the Limo came to a stop. they all got out, and in front of them was a massive apartment complex, one of those fancy, expensive ones that you had to be rich to be able to get into. it was five stories tall, and at least sixteen rooms long, and you knew the rooms where anything but small. this, is the SDTF, Headquarters. Tank informed Christopher, smirking at him. your stuff from your other place will be brought in here and taken up to your new room, their nice rooms, you'll like it. he admitted grinning as Xane walked in, human's passing by him without even a glance at his horns or his claws. as if they didn't see him at all. you will be paid as well while working for us, a thousand dollars a month. he admitted simply. all food, clothing, weapon, and other survival needs will be provided for you by the SDTF. he explained as he walked into teh building, the hallways large and pretty, there was even an elevator... it was a very ritzy, classy place. we're heading to the underground levels for now. Tank admitted. there is a contract that you need to sign, and there are weapons, devises, and uniforms that you have to get, you'll have a physical and a series of physical tests that you will have to pass. he admitted. yo make sure that your healthy, and then we'll get you a tour of the place, it's easy to get lost but everyone here will help you find your way. the place was empty so far, Xane had vanished, leaving Christopher with Tank who entered the elevator, waiting for Christopher to do the same before he pressed his hand to a reading pad, the pad scanning his hand before a voice chimed in. Welcome Taurus.... Tank's name was Taurus?... no wonder he went by Tank. not... a word. he growled at Christopher before raising his voice. hello Emilee, first Ground floor please. of course. the mechanical voice replied, Tank smirking at Christopher. have you ever seen that movie, Resident Evil? he asked smirking at Christopher. Emilee is like the Hive Queen... only stable. she runs everything here. it might shock you, but the SDTF is the most technologically advanced...er, company in existence... which is where we get all our money. cellphones, computers, televisions... that's all us. he admitted simply. occasionally a human will find something, like Thomas Edison was a human. he admitted. Emilee is our most prized system, so be very nice to her... she does have a bit of a temper. he warned as the elevator stopped and opened, Tank grinning. you have a good day Emilee. you as well Taurus. the mechanical voice chimed as they stepped out into a massive stone hallway, glowing bugs crawled along the ceiling, lighting up everything. electronics don't work down here, just so you know. he admitted smiling a little. there's magnetic metals all through these cave systems, so the only things that work down here are powered by magic, or are natural. he admitted chuckling a little. don't worry, the bugs won't fall on you.