Log:Kirin Fight Club, Scene 2

Kirin Fight Club 2004/12/06 Al ( Dark Horse )

2

Al looks around the storage area for something to tie the guards up with...rope, cord...their own clothing...whatever. Somthign to act as a gag would be good, too. Again, clothing of theirs as a last resort.

Al will have to use their own clothing as gags. There are some cords around some of the crates that can be used to tie up the two men.

Al ties up the men, and rips up a shirt to use as makeshift gags. He thinks to himself, "Hope these guys weren't feds or something. I'd be in deep trouble now." He smiles slightly at the thought, and looks around again for another way out of the room.

Al doesn't seem to be able to find another exit here. Strange indeed.

Al shrugs...they were clearly guarding SOMETHING. He sets about trying to pry open a crate.

Using your knowledge of Mechanics and Demolitions you figure out a nifty way to open the crates without using the proper equipment. Just a belt buckle, some cord, and wala! One of the crates open up!

Al takes a look in the crate, expecting...weapons, or drugs...or something like that.

Sorting through the crate, Al finds lots of white powder. It feels like tapioca powder to make tapicoa balls in those drinks they have up in the Dragon Cafe and the Boba Machine. You know because you saw a special on it on TV before.

Al takes one of the bags...and tests it, anyway. He opens a bag up carefully, and puts a little dab on his finger...and then puts that dab on his tongue.

It tastes like tapioca powder. You can't tell if there is anything else in it with just a dab.

Al shakes his head, and pockets the bag anyway, closing it up as best he can. He searches around again, looking for any crates that might seem...out of place. Like, in a seperate group, or something like that.

Al also finds other crates that seem to be made of stronger container material. They are not as abundant as the crates he looked at before.

Al tries prying one of those open as well...hoping he's fast enough before someone else shows up.

Al is lucky so far and his luck continues to hold up. No one comes down the elevator yet. Perhaps Serena thinks she merely misplaced her keys? After Al opens up the crate he finds inside weapons of all sorts. Guns, Knifes, swords, daggers, etc. However they could very well be weapons sold in the stores above. None of the weapons are illegal types and some even look decorative. But they are all real.

Al shakes his head, and closes both of the crates back up. He heads back to the elevator, intending to head up to the top floor again, to get out of here at this point.

The guys see Al ready to depart and struggle in their binds to get free. They fail as the elevator takes Al back up to the corridors.

Al makes his way out...heading down the corridor...wiping the keys off as best he can, when no one is looking. He's trying to remove fingerprints.

The guards are still playing Ma Jong when Al comes out of the elevator. They don't seem to care that he's leaving and don't make any attempt to stop him. One of them does mention, "That was quick."

Al smiles slightly, and nods to them...as he turns away, he furrows his brow a little. Must have missed SOMETHING. I don't want to press my luck too much though.

As Al heads towards the lockers area he sees Serena by the woman's locker. She is talking to several guards that are on their hands and knees looking for something on the floor. The young lady seems impatient. "I must of dropped them when I went to the restroom. Do any of you see it? Hurry Up!"

Al walks over to her, saying quietly, "Ma'am? Are you missing these? I found them in the corridor." He shows her the keys.

Serena looks at the keys and nods with a smile. "OH Thank you! I was looking all over for them! I knew I dropped them somewhere!" She then turns and smacks a random guard with her expensive purse! "See! I told you I dropped them somewhere!"

Al hands the keys to her, nodding to her as he does so...suppressing a slight smile as she smacks the guard.

Serena takes the keys and drops them into her purse non-chalantly. Probably going to lose them again with the way she handles those keys. She then turns and with even giving Al a second glance, heads down the corridors towards the Offices area. The guards comfort each other and head out to get back to work.

Al makes his way back out to the gambling area...not wanting to be around when those two unconscious guards are found downstairs.

When Al is back at the gambling hall he notices that the lady that was in the mirror room with the business looking men is out in the hall as well. She has a glass of wine with her as she strolls past the tables, her jade bracelets clanging together from time to time, making a somewhat haunting chime even in the loud busting gambling hall.

Al asks one of the guards that let him into the locked area in the first place...(again, speaking very quietly), "Who's the woman with the bracelets? She looks...important."

The guard whispers back to AL, "Oh you are that new guy. Anyways.. That's Asia. That's what we call her anyways. She ran things when Pride wasn't around, and Serena kept her around when she took over. No one messes with her. They say if you do, you won't be seen around anymore. We fear her more than Ser..." The guard shuts up when Asia looks in Al and the guards direction. His eyes are frozen with fear. After Asia turns her attention to a gambler, the guard continues, "They say that her brother or lover or whatever.. Youth is patrols the Pool Hall while she takes care of business here. Never seen that guy myself.."

Al nods, saying to the guard quietly, "Thanks." And on that note, he starts to make his way out of the gambling area.

Past the crowded MaJong tables, Al makes his way out. The cold chilly air greets you outside. The delicious aromas from the Dragon Cafe drift in your direction. Throngs of people are gathering for food, shopping, and enterainment at the Dragon Palace. Was it only seconds ago that you were in the heart of the Dragon Palace? Or is there more?

Al makes his way home to deal with dressing the wound he got properly, and to make notes. There MUST be more to the place. The arena area was never found. Maybe off the pool hall...

Dark Horse

This man stands just about five and a half feet tall, but his posture seems to indicate that his stature is a bit larger than his mere size. His costume is a deep green, with a matching top and pants. The shirt fits a little loosely, as do the pants, which are also covered in several pockets, like BDU pants. The costume itself seems to be made of a thick material...perhaps it's made out of some kind of kevlar-like material. His boots and gloves are a solid black...matching the insignia on his chest, which is a black horse rampant, covering from about his collarbone to where you think his navel might be. Attached to his belt is a metal stick, about 6 inches long. It seems to be attached to a coil of small cable which is also attached to his belt. His face is covered is a green mask which has two eye holes, but no other openings...but it does leave his hair uncovered, which is a dark brown. He does appear to have a half-headset attached to the mask, though...there is a single earphone, with a wired microphone which swings down along the right side of his face, and then in front of his mouth.

Dark Horse is currently perched on a building across from Dragon Palace.

Eleven hides in an alley way watching the Dragon Palace.

Hephet A tall man, about 6 feet, with short black hair brushed straight back. A faint cross-hatch pattern of tiny bulges is barely visible beneath his exposed skin. His eyes are a mirrored-silver that reflects back his surroundings like a fun-house mirror. His features are unnaturally still without the normal little twitches. He is wearing a dull silver-grey trenchcoat, hanging open with its sleeves rolled up. Emblazoned on the back of the trenchcoat is the image of a monkey with a hammer pounding on a WWII-style artillery round. Underneath, he has a plain-black bodysuit and matching boots. A large satchel-style pouch, big enough for two phone-books to fit in comfortably, is hanging from the left side of his belt. A pair of shoulder-straps covered with small tools for working on electronics and machinery crisscross his chest. Occasionally, a finger-thin metallic tentacle ending in a three-prong claw flashes out from beneath the trenchcoat to adjust one of the numerous tools.

Hephet is walking down the street with a open container of chop suey in his hands. He has a chopstick in each of two of his robotic limbs and is failing miserably in trying to use them to move the food to his mouth. For the most part, the food is ending up on the street, though a bit is hitting his coat as well. He softly grumbles, "Dining implements inferior design. Alternative method of consumption? Considering . . . ." At which point he simply sticks one of his human hands into the container and shoves a mouthful of the chinese food into his mouth."

Dark Horse isn't trying terribly hard to hide himself. He's just, watching the Dragon Palace...kind of announcing his presence to someone, anyway. He looks down at the strange man eating with his hands, and chuckles quietly.

Eleven smacks his hand on his head as he watches Hephet try to eat chinese food. Jack can't bear it any longer. He rushes over to a Chinese food place and gets some plastic fork and runs back towards Hephet with fork in hand! It looks like Jack might try to attack Hephet with a plastic fork!

Hephet pauses as he is about to stick his hand back into the container. He spies Eleven and loudly proclaims, "Mysterious Detective! Its good to see you once more. My apologies for unexpected departure from Space Burger. System maintence was required. I trust plan to foil evil plot victimizing innocent citizens of the city was developed in my absence?"

The fork just stops short of piercing the clothing of Hephet. Jack raises it up and offers the fork to the Disjoiner. "Here I have some napkins as well." He pulls out some napkins from his suit pocket. Eleven then shakes his head. "Ah.. no. We don't have any ideas. I'm about to give up." He points a thumb over to the Dragon Palace, "Just seeing if Pride makes an appearance.. I'm going to nail that guy this time."

Hephet takes the fork and the napkins, cleaning off his hands then resuming his consumption, "Have you considered the possibility organized crime may be involved in this 'eternal youth' procedure?"

Dark Horse slips away from the edge of the building, disappearing in the darkness.