The Base of The Nine (Future)

[Man of Many Murders]

Thomas and Joseph stepped out of the strange shaped portal and found themselves in front of the Acetanium Lighthouse. It was here where the Nine had made their base. Thomas looked at Joseph and gave him a nod telling him he was free to do as he whished. Joseph himself bowed to Thomas in a respectfull manner and walked off. He had better things to do at the moment. Such as search for new siblings. He knew he would end up fighting Eithne and Damon again. After all that was the way it was. Joseph walked into a strange forest and dissappeared.

Thomas looked up the large lighthose and smiled to himself. What could 9 possibly want with him? Thomas was a bit nervious. After all the only the other numbers had actually seen the true identity of 9. So just what could he want with him? Thomas sighed to himself positive that he would not find the answer. Thomas vanished into the dark lighthouse that no longer shone out to see. The sea itself had turned into a light red color where thousands of bodies folowed in it. It was impossible to tell just how much time had flown by, but one thing was for sure. As one looked to where Twlight Moon Academy once stood it looked very bad. Most of the towers had been battered with what looked like a cannon. Just what had happened during this time to cause all this destruction.

No one stood guard at the lighthouse. There really was no need for one. After all The Nine were a force that no one wanted to go against. But one person did feel the need to go against it. Running from out of the bushes was a boy eleven years of age. In his hand was a small bamboo swore. He was here for one reason. He wanted revenge. Revenge against these people who had ruined not only his life but his world. Thy boy shut his eyes and let out a battle cry as he charged forward. He would go in there and kill everyone even if he died trying. As his eyes were clothes he had no idea where he was going as he charged into someone’s backside. Someone that had not been there before but had appeared from the portal. ((hehe.... you can choose who it is.... *eithne* or *damon*))

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Eithne raised an eyebrow, whipping about to seize the child by the wrist, "And who might you be?" she asked, not really trusting much of anyone in this new time or whatever. Her dark silver eyes narrowed at the child. She was glad that Damon came along, actually- but she said nothing to inform anyone of the point, instead she focused on the boy that had decided to run into her. She wasn't too happy that someone hit her and from the still frightfully long length of her fangs it could be figured she wasn't quite calm yet. Whips of darkness slowly spread accross the ground at her feet and bolts of light from her hands, wrapping over this boy's wrist as Eithne awaited her answer. It could be figured that she'd probably kill the boy once he was past his usefullness... yay. [/sarcasm]

[Creator]

Damon came out from the portal, taking in the sights of this future. He didn't know how far through time they had come, but he made a mental note to find out. Unfortunately, he had no time to examine their surroundings before a young boy came at them out of the blue. He stood still, claws flexing slowly as he watched Eithne, rather than the boy. He was currently furious with her, and if she got too violent with the boy, he probably wouldn't hesitate to step in, even if it meant fighting her himself. "If you don't calm down, you'll have another problem on your hands, and one less ally," he warned, though he was now looking down at the boy. "Did you see anyone just now? Just before us?" He tried to suppress his disgust for Eithne, but a wire of electricity ran up his body, causing his hair to stand on end. Not usually a good sign. "Where did he go?"

[Señor Sunday Friday]

In a quick movement- almost faster than the blink of an eye, Eithne's grip loosened on the boy's grip and she stepped back from him, the magic that she was releasing slowly seeped back into her body and her fangs shortened to a less dangerous length. "I ask forgiveness..." she spoke telepathically to Damon, she didn't mean to make him displeased or disgusted. In all honesty- after snapping out of it, she was rather disgusted with herself as well. Unfortunately though, in such a place as the future, it being as dark as it was... she probably needed the ferocity.

[Man of Many Murders]

The boy got real quiet when Eithne grabbed his face and asked who he was. He noticed her very long vampire fangs that sent fear into his body. When the light grew around his waist his face showed nothing but horror. He was truly scared of this woman. He was sure she had to be a minion of the Nine. He had heard they were scary and powerful, but to see this lady was very scary. His body shook as he waited for her to stunned to move. When the man acted much nicer to him he didn't really know just how to act. The man seemed very nice but the woman was vicious. Vicious like a tiger ready to attack its prey. The boy did not answer either the lady's question or the man's question until the light around him disappeared. "Well... um... There were two men here a minute ago... But they disappeared into the lighthouse." The boy stared at the ground feeling still a bit scared about Eithne to answer her question.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Eithne let go of the boy, "I'm sorry. And no- we're not part of the nine, and we're certainly not anyone's 'minions.' I came here to help, of all things." her tone was kind now as she continued to suppress the surges of strength and ferocity that wished to bubble to the surface. Eithne actually seemed like a very nice person once she calmed down, atleast to first impressions. She completely locked away her magic and she crossed her arms over her chest, "My name is Eithne." she nodded to the child, "And you are...?" she obviously expected the kid to respond, she used her best 'Kindergarten Teacher' type voice, the kind of tone you use when you want kids to react in a favorable manner to whatever you were telling them. Eithne was rather on edge at the current moment, such a thing was obvious- she fealt like saying her name like that was almost announcing her presence to anyone who might want to know... which essentially made her feel vulnerable.

[Creator]

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"Just don't lose yourself."
Damon sighed and let a pop of electricity release from his fingertips, allowing his hair to fall once more. His shadow twisted and bulged up, and soon Berstunic had formed, soaring up into the sky to get a bird's eye view of the area. Meanwhile, Damon looked around, his eyes fading to red and white. The red expanded, finally taking over his entire eyes. "The kid's telling the truth," he said, pointing in the direction of the lighthouse before allowing his eyes to fade back to normal. "There are people that way. You got a name, kid?"

Berstunic, meanwhile, had gotten the update from Damon and changed course, heading now toward the lighthouse. He swooped down, seeming to plunge and disappear into the ground when, in fact, he had faded into the shadows. Silently and very nearly invisibly, he crept inside through the shadows, a single shade's difference between him and the normal, lifeless darkness.

[Man of Many Murders]

The boy seemed a bit more open when Eithne decided to act in a much more cooler manner. The boy spoke pronouncing his name as if he was some sort of hero. "My name is George Vacintoff. And I'm going to be the one to destroy the Nine." George was proud of his name. It was the name of his late parents and that was his whole reason for being here. To avenge their death. The boy looked at Damon and Eithne wondering just why they were here. Could it be they to had someone to avenge. George turned to the lighthouse. "I wouldn't go in their if I were you lady." He told Eithne refusing to call her by her name. "A place like that would give ladies like you the creeps. You should let us men handle it." He said giving Damon a smile hoping he would agree.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Eithne chuckled, "To be honest, kid... I think I can handle them." Eithne had dealt with more than a few unfavorable bastards and surely nine more wouldn't hurt. "Besides... you're just a boy... hardly a man if you'd ask me." she patted the kid on the head, making her point. "But you might prove useful... what exactly's going on... and what the hell happened to TMA?" she asked, looking around, obviously having no clue whatsoever. Some people might question Eithne's methods of finding information, considering it might be seen as a bad idea to interrogate a child like this, but she tried to be conversational about it and as pleasant as possible now. She slipped Aurora back into it's leather strappings on her back, she'd pull it out if she needed it, but she didn't need it now so she made purpose for herself and didn't carry it in her hands, saving some energy and making herself look less threatening to any possible allies... such as this kid here. "Most importantly though, ... what do you know about the Nine?" she asked, she needed to gather information from as many sources as possible, really... whatever corresponded with each other correctly could be decided upon as fact and whatever didn't she'd have to question yet in the end it would come down to how trusted a certain individual may be. She might not fully trust George, because she had just met him and he had yet to prove his worth and reliability.

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Yeah, right, kid," Damon said with a laugh, looking back at the others. "Eithne's tougher than me, and she's a Hell of a lot stronger than you. Being a man doesn't necessarily mean you're stronger. In fact, we have one weakness girls don't have." He decided to let Eithne do the interrogating, leaning back against a tree and crossing his arms. "Besides," he mumbled under his breath, "Eithne on a bad day can give anyone the creeps."

"Care to fill me in? Who are 'The Nine'? If you want, I may be able to find out a bit by checking out his soul. Anything majorly important to him will be there." He removed the claw from his right hand, stretching his fingers and examining his ring boredly. "It's up to you."

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Oh! Sorry about not explaining anything... apparently these Nine want to destroy everything, take over the world and all that stuff... and they need Cowl in order to do it... and it seems to be a requirement to join that you have to love me or something... they probably have tupperware parties every thursday and chat about thier creepy obsessions..." Eithne shrugged. The whole comment about everyone loving her was joking, but she might as well have been serious about it, because in all honesty, that was really how things seemed to be so far. She was curious as to what the kid had to say, though...

[Man of Many Murders]

George, unaware of the whole mind talk between Eithne and Damon responded to Eithne. She did have a point though. He was just a boy and even though he thought he could take down the nine, deep down he knew it was impossible. George might act tough but the truth of the matter was he was young. No boy his age would ever be strong enough, well not just yet.

Despite the dislike of Eithne patting him on the head, proving he was short and a child, he felt that he could trust her. She seemed nice unlike all the loyalists of the Nine. "well..." He began bringing his finger to his forehead remembering all the many stories he had been told and what his parents had told him at one point or another. "as for what's going on I really don't know. Everyone is to afraid to do anything. We all just do what were told. Of course there are those who rebel but those who do are part of the rebellion. And the rebellion itself is busy in less controlled places instead of here." He stopped again thinking on TMA.

There was no real actual story or anything that told just what happened to TMA. George actually just heard rumors here and there of what actually happened to it. He had no facts to back it up but he decided to tell them what he had heard. "According to the stories, TMA was destroyed thirty years ago in one night. People say that it was there where the Nine introduced their prescience. I really don't know though... No one really does. There were few survivors. And those survivors are in the rebellion." That was about as much as he knew about TMA. He really had no idea what happened to it like he told them.

When Eithne asked him what he knew about the Nine he just smiled. "No one knows. We never see their actual faces. The ruler is a man who calls himself Issac. He receives orders from the Nine and puts them to action. Actually the only reason the Nine was introduced was because of the rebellion. It was them we have to thank for revealing the true dictators of the world. The Nine is made up of Nine top members each member having their own subordinates. The ruler of the Nine is a man they call Nine. He is the ruler and creator of the Nine. The other top members are Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, and One. They say that the higher the number the greater the strength. As for their goal I don't know." He stopped there. He wanted to let them get all this information in. After all that was about all he knew about the Nine anyway.

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Damon sat back, listening and taking all of this in. So apparently, these people weren't to be taken lightly, as they were strong enough to defeat TMA's teachers and students combined, unless there was some incredible strategy involved. By the sound of things, they weren't too far into the future. Not hundreds of years, at least. "What year is it?" he asked curiously, stopping himself from bombarding George with a thousand questions. When he had first gained control of plasma, and lost himself to it, he had wanted to take control when governments finally crumbled, but now he was mostly just curious as to how much they could prevent with knowledge of its happening. Mostly, Damon wanted to find out if he had survived.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the portal, Adren was staring through with obvious curiosity. Slowly, he reached an arm through, but at just the wrong time. It was time for the portal to close, and so it did, taking part of Adren with it. He jerked back, more surprised than afraid, and his arm immediately started growing back. He swore under his breath, turning and heading back toward the school. The smell of blood was strong, but it led nowhere.

"Is there any way to contact the rebellion? Are any of the members known? Any of the survivors?" He knew it was pointless to stay here, considering even if they killed the Nine by some miracle, it wouldn't change the past, their present. They needed to find out who they were, then go back to their own time and kill them. But the portal would be closed before then, so they really had no choice. If they went back, TMA would be destroyed, and if they stayed, they probably would. So he decided on the option that was more fun and less depressing. "Eithne, you want to give it a whirl? It might be fun."

[Man of Many Murders]

George turned to Damon."I don't know the exact year..." This was true because of the fact that time was no longer recorded. With the discovery of time travel amongst the world years were thrown out. If one were to keep a track of time, the current present where Cowl resided was 40 years ago and exactly 6 months. But George didn't know this. No one did really. When Damon asked him about the rebellion George got a bit excited. For the longest time his dream was to join the rebellion and work to take down the Nine. No one liked the Nine but the fact was they were to powerful to do anything against them. The rebellion itself had a hard enough time. "Yes I do know how to contact the rebellion. If you wish I can help you get to them. As for any of the members of the Nine I do not know. But everyone knows the leader of the rebellion. In fact he was one of the survivors. Of course his true identity is a secret but everyone calls him Gael." He told them waiting to see if they wanted his help.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Gael...?" Eithne seemed to be thinking aloud, "can you take us to him?" she asked, looking about herself cautiously for a few seconds and glancing to Damon, "So... what do you think of the future?" she asked, fully aware of the scent of blood that entered the air, her pupils were thinned and there was a new sense of edge about her, she was relatively good at ignoring it, though. She just reached into her pocket and withdrew a small bottle of pills, opened the cap and took out two pills that very much resembled tylenol or something and popped them into her mouth. It was all rather nonchalant. The pills were a specially made drug that was used to controll a vampire's cravings for blood. Eithne hadn't fed in a while so she figured what the hell. She didn't have many pills left and she knew they were really expensive. Now she fealt numbed to her hunger, she could feel it, but instead of a nagging pain, it was more of a dull pressure.