Thread: Hidden World (darkangel76 & Neophyte)

Ajax finished his sandwich and flipped the TV off...nothing good was happening in the city. Using the remote he transfered the input for the TV to the computer, the screen flashing with a desktop. He had a mouse on the table and used it to navigate along the internet, looking for occult happenings or things that might show up in tabloids. Yeah...tabloids were actually good for something. All of those stupid stories about kids born looking like bats and celebritys gaining weight...in those cover stories there were actual stories of demons and underground dealings. Ajax himself had actually been in a few of those tabloids, but always in pictures, never mentioned. His line of work lead him to know many people, and have many contacts in both this world and the other world. The world of his people, Specials and they all liked to be called, was a seedy, underground establishment, one that few knew of and even less like to be a part of. There were evil Specials too, ones he had fought, and had to kill. Ajax just shook his head as he saw one such article, of a human bursting into flames in the back alleys of Manhatten. Ajax cracked his neck a bit and went back to searching, hopeing that the Inquisition didn't send any Specials after him...that would make his job a living hell. Standing up Ajax went to his bathroom and took his hat off, inspecting it closer now that he had a chance to breathe. He smiled a bit and nodded, looking at the craftmenship of the fabric and the pieces of the hat itself. The long black ribbon with the red Greek lettering around it was suburb, and had to have taken years to work on, each letter infused with a large amount of energy. This hat was made as a tool of destruction, and it was built to stand up to a beating. He ran his fingers over the brim...he could feel that the brim was made of a single sheet of Elementium, an element that made itself known amongst Specials that adapted well to power manipulation. It could take a spell and hold it for years, allowing for the usage of that spell until it faded. This one sheet of Elementium was specially designed to take one spell, change it into a spell that turned the brim more solid and sharp around the edges and fly...just some of the spells weaved into those blood red letters. He set the hat down and took his trenchcoat off the hanger before walking back to the bathroom. His trenchcoat was long, black and had a part on the back that was layered over the bottom half, giving him a nice look when the wind blew. He opened a reagent pouch and produced 2 small pebbles that were dark blue in color, and then opened another pouch and produced an emerald green leaf that smelled of mint and coriander. He took those three items and used the two pebbles to crush the leaf, his eyes closing as he recited a rather powerful spell. This spell needed to be reapplyed every few weeks, but it made his trenchcoat impossible to pierce, burn or freeze. It also allowed the trenchcoat to weight almost nothing but provide those protections just the same. He finished the spell, and the deep blue and emerald colors of the reagents were gone, leaving behind dull brown rocks and a bruise colored leaf. He tossed those things into the trash and hung his trenchcoat back up. Moving from the bathroom, tossing his hat onto the same rack at his trenchcoat he went to the couch and removed his large black combat boots. He removed 2 reagents from his pouches, a ruby red crystal and a black piece of obsidien. He put the boots on the table in front of him and placed the crystal in one hand, and the obsidien in the other. He shut his eyes and crushed both of the pieces in his hands, a swirl of crimsion red and deep black energy swirling around him, forming into a sheet of mesh energy. His hand glowing red and black, he picked up the mesh energy and draped it over the boots, the energy clinging to the leather and Elementium that were in the boot, sinking in and hold inside. These boots were lined with Elementium on the sides and in the bottom, making it so he felt no impact when he moved from the shoes, and protecting the shoes from any outside elements that could damage them. He put his boots back on and smiled. Inspection complete he muttered as he got up and walked to the kitchen. He felt something as he poured himself a glass of wine...faint smells of perfume and makeup. He felt the footsteps...slow and scared if he had to guess...like someone was coming up to something rather scary. He closed his eyes and felt her breath, the heaving of her chest as she inhaled sharply, her shoes scrapping the carpet. His eyes shot opened as he heard a tiny knock on the door... He moved forward and opened it, his eyes focusing on that vision of beauty once more. Cara Anderlini, daughter of Don Pablo Anderlini was standing outside his door, wearing a sexy little number and panting for breath. What are you doing here? he asked, suprised at this intrusion. He was last told she would be locked in her room, and he wouldn't have to worry about seeing her again...but something about her made him think of Jessica...made him wish she were still here. He just stared at her, a moment of thought dawning on him as he licked his lips. Why aren't you locked in your room? he asked.