Episode 2: The Wolf of New York

[IamNotLoki]

"Yeah." Sunni said. 


She relaxed when she saw the man show his ID and badge. She could trust him. Sunni put on a smile and climbed into the seat next to the driver's seat.


"Thank you," she said. "Mr. Irons."


She was about to give her address when a fourth adult came along. At this point Sunni wasn't annoyed anymore. She was just... tired. She watched as the officer walked out of the car and started talking. Sunni listened quietly, returning her card to her pocket.

"No problem,"  He sighed as he went back inside his car.  "Hop on..."  He turned the engine on.  He had a lot of work to do and the people asking questions can find out things for themselves.  It wasn't like he was bound to answer their questions.  "Where to?"  He asked the girl as he raised his car window.  "Sorry if the car's a mess..."  

 

[Captain Gabriel]

A limousine drove into New York, heading towards the Empire State Building. A white-dressed black-skinned figure was sitting inside, reading a book. His nose was almost buried inside the book, reading thoughtfully. The limousine stopped and the driver turned around to look at the figure. "Mr Freeman, we're at the destination." The driver said, who was responded by Morgan. "Very well, thank you." He said, grabbing his suitcase and opening the door of the limousine, stepping outside and slowly looking around. "New York was quite stunning when I saw it for the first time, it hasn't changed a bit." He muttered with a smile on his face as he walked towards the entrance. As the door-man opened the door, who received a thankful smile from Morgan, he walked inside and headed towards the reception. "Hello, miss. I am here to meet with Mr. Snyder." He spoke softly. The receptionist tapped a few buttons on the screen's touchpad and nodded. "Thirty-first floor sir." She replied. Morgan nodded and walked away, saying an half-yelled "thank you" on the way to the elevator. He pressed the call button and walked in the elevator, pressing the button with a black 31 written on it. A soft music accompanied the short travel to the 31st floor, as Morgan hummed along. A slight *ding* signaled the arrival at the floor. Morgan walked outside of the elevator and headed towards the hall. Zack Snyder sat on a chair in front of a table, compiling some paperwork. Morgan put a hand on his shoulder and smiling. "Good afternoon, Zack." He said, looking at Zack. He turned around, smiling towards him. "Hello Morgan! It's been a long time. Anyway, I have little to no time so let's cut to the important stuff, alright?" He said with a hurry, handing him a document. Morgan nodded and put down the document. "I know about that. The movie God Mode will start recording on the 20th of November 2016 and one of the co-protagonist is an old sage, played by Morgan Freeman." He said, smiling. Zack's eyes widened, "You can read that fast? Woah. Pretty good ain't it? Anyways, if you're okay, sign." He said, still compiling documents while handing him another pen. Morgan nodded and took the pen, signing it quickly. He handed the pen back and smiled, "We'll meet again tomorrow at noon." He said, walking away waving goodbye. 


He left the Empire State Building and took the elevator to the lowest floor. He walked in the limousine and sat down, telling the driver, "If you may, head over to the nearest Ice Cream Parlor." He said with a chuckle, twirling a black card between his hands. He put it in his suitcase and hid it in a hidden compartment of his suitcase, protected by lead and steel. "Better be safe." he whispered to himself, grabbing the book once again and beginning to read it. The driver started the engine and drove towards the Ice Cream Parlor. Morgan, after being told they were at their destination, stepped out of the vehicle and walked inside the Parlor. "Mmmh, hello miss. May I talk with the manager? My name is Morgan Freeman." He asked the Employee with his usual honey-words.


@Birdsie

 

[Birdsie]

A limousine drove into New York, heading towards the Empire State Building. A white-dressed black-skinned figure was sitting inside, reading a book. His nose was almost buried inside the book, reading thoughtfully. The limousine stopped and the driver turned around to look at the figure. "Mr Freeman, we're at the destination." The driver said, who was responded by Morgan. "Very well, thank you." He said, grabbing his suitcase and opening the door of the limousine, stepping outside and slowly looking around. "New York was quite stunning when I saw it for the first time, it hasn't changed a bit." He muttered with a smile on his face as he walked towards the entrance. As the door-man opened the door, who received a thankful smile from Morgan, he walked inside and headed towards the reception. "Hello, miss. I am here to meet with Mr. Snyder." He spoke softly. The receptionist tapped a few buttons on the screen's touchpad and nodded. "Thirty-first floor sir." She replied. Morgan nodded and walked away, saying an half-yelled "thank you" on the way to the elevator. He pressed the call button and walked in the elevator, pressing the button with a black 31 written on it. A soft music accompanied the short travel to the 31st floor, as Morgan hummed along. A slight *ding* signaled the arrival at the floor. Morgan walked outside of the elevator and headed towards the hall. Zack Snyder sat on a chair in front of a table, compiling some paperwork. Morgan put a hand on his shoulder and smiling. "Good afternoon, Zack." He said, looking at Zack. He turned around, smiling towards him. "Hello Morgan! It's been a long time. Anyway, I have little to no time so let's cut to the important stuff, alright?" He said with a hurry, handing him a document. Morgan nodded and put down the document. "I know about that. The movie God Mode will start recording on the 20th of November 2016 and one of the co-protagonist is an old sage, played by Morgan Freeman." He said, smiling. Zack's eyes widened, "You can read that fast? Woah. Pretty good ain't it? Anyways, if you're okay, sign." He said, still compiling documents while handing him another pen. Morgan nodded and took the pen, signing it quickly. He handed the pen back and smiled, "We'll meet again tomorrow at noon." He said, walking away waving goodbye. 


He left the Empire State Building and took the elevator to the lowest floor. He walked in the limousine and sat down, telling the driver, "If you may, head over to the nearest Ice Cream Parlor." He said with a chuckle, twirling a black card between his hands. He put it in his suitcase and hid it in a hidden compartment of his suitcase, protected by lead and steel. "Better be safe." he whispered to himself, grabbing the book once again and beginning to read it. The driver started the engine and drove towards the Ice Cream Parlor. Morgan, after being told they were at their destination, stepped out of the vehicle and walked inside the Parlor. "Mmmh, hello miss. May I talk with the manager? My name is Morgan Freeman." He asked the Employee with his usual honey-words.


@Birdsie

The female employee heard a weird, however suave voice. She looked up and stared at the figure and nearly dropped the ice cream she was about to serve after examining his face. "Morgan Freeman!" she exclaimed, even though he had already said his name. "Y-Yes, sir!" she added, then ran through the staff-only door and up to David's office. She sterily knocked twice, and heard a voice. 'Come in!' respond to her knocking.


David Corrigan


Location: What's The Scoop - Second Floor


David took a bite out of the strawberry ice cream that he held in his hand, then said. "What the hell do you want?! I'm watching Adventure Time." Pointing at his TV. The female employee briefly gazed at the screen, seeing Finn and Jake talking to Princess Bubblegum about the Ice King's latest attempts at kidnapping her. Then the woman turned back to David and said. "Morgan Freeman... is in the parlor. He... uh, called for the manager." David rose his eyebrows in awe, then swallowed yet another piece of the creamy, icy goodness in his mouth. He gradually turned his head to the woman, very slowly and asked. "Morgan Freeman... wants to talk... with me?" Getting up from his desk, finding her words hard to believe. He walked out of his office, adjusting his suit and the woman followed him. "How do I look?" He briefly turned to her. "Just awesome." She answered, as David confidently strolled through the staff-only door of the parlor and looked at the man who's voice could make a person tremble in delight. "Morgan Freeman..." David exclaimed in surprise and walked up to the man. "What can I help you with? You probably hear it often: I'm a big fan!" A smile of genuine happiness appeared across David's face. 

 

[Captain Gabriel]

The female employee heard a weird, however suave voice. She looked up and stared at the figure and nearly dropped the ice cream she was about to serve after examining his face. "Morgan Freeman!" she exclaimed, even though he had already said his name. "Y-Yes, sir!" she added, then ran through the staff-only door and up to David's office. She sterily knocked twice, and heard a voice. 'Come in!' respond to her knocking.


David Corrigan


Location: What's The Scoop - Second Floor


David took a bite out of the strawberry ice cream that he held in his hand, then said. "What the hell do you want?! I'm watching Adventure Time." Pointing at his TV. The female employee briefly gazed at the screen, seeing Finn and Jake talking to Princess Bubblegum about the Ice King's latest attempts at kidnapping her. Then the woman turned back to David and said. "Morgan Freeman... is in the parlor. He... uh, called for the manager." David rose his eyebrows in awe, then swallowed yet another piece of the creamy, icy goodness in his mouth. He gradually turned his head to the woman, very slowly and asked. "Morgan Freeman... wants to talk... with me?" Getting up from his desk, finding her words hard to believe. He walked out of his office, adjusting his suit and the woman followed him. "How do I look?" He briefly turned to her. "Just awesome." She answered, as David confidently strolled through the staff-only door of the parlor and looked at the man who's voice could make a person tremble in delight. "Morgan Freeman..." David exclaimed in surprise and walked up to the man. "What can I help you with? You probably hear it often: I'm a big fan!" A smile of genuine happiness appeared across David's face. 

As he looked at the girl run up, a lot of the customers gasped in delight at hearing his voice. He looked around and asked for the employee's attention, "Mr...Yes, Mr Lee. May I have a chocolate Ice-cream?" He asked kindly, handing him 5 dollars for it. The employee immediately took the scoop and took the ice cream, putting it in a cup and handing it over to him with a small spoon. He smiled and said "Thank you." as he took the cup. He dig the spoon into the ice-cream and tasted some of it. "It's pretty good." He whispered to himself, slowly eating it. As David then ran down the stairs, Morgan smiled at him and nodded, "May we talk in private?" He asked, pointing towards the stairs and dropping in the trash-can his finished ice-cream. After David's remark of him being a big fan, Morgan spoke. "I'm happy to hear that." He said with a glad tone, grudging his forehead. He walked up to David and shook his hand. "My name is Morgan Freeman, pleased to meet you." He said, keeping his back straight and his eyes staring at David's.

 

[doneanddusted]

"No problem,"  He sighed as he went back inside his car.  "Hop on..."  He turned the engine on.  He had a lot of work to do and the people asking questions can find out things for themselves.  It wasn't like he was bound to answer their questions.  "Where to?"  He asked the girl as he raised his car window.  "Sorry if the car's a mess..."  

"No... Your car is fine." That was a lie.


Sunni listened to the rumble of the started car. It was... Nothing unique. Sunni thought for a moment and told him her address, which the writer really couldn't come up with. She then relaxed in the seat.

 

[Birdsie]

As he looked at the girl run up, a lot of the customers gasped in delight at hearing his voice. He looked around and asked for the employee's attention, "Mr...Yes, Mr Lee. May I have a chocolate Ice-cream?" He asked kindly, handing him 5 dollars for it. The employee immediately took the scoop and took the ice cream, putting it in a cup and handing it over to him with a small spoon. He smiled and said "Thank you." as he took the cup. He dig the spoon into the ice-cream and tasted some of it. "It's pretty good." He whispered to himself, slowly eating it. As David then ran down the stairs, Morgan smiled at him and nodded, "May we talk in private?" He asked, pointing towards the stairs and dropping in the trash-can his finished ice-cream. After David's remark of him being a big fan, Morgan spoke. "I'm happy to hear that." He said with a glad tone, grudging his forehead. He walked up to David and shook his hand. "My name is Morgan Freeman, pleased to meet you." He said, keeping his back straight and his eyes staring at David's.

David Corrigan


Location: What's the Scoop - Ice Cream Parlor


David gladly shook Morgan's hand and kept a proper posture, just like Morgan. This was a... big moment in David's life. He got to meet Morgan Freeman... just like that - It happened. Absolutely amazing. "Of course! Follow me, we can talk in my office." Leading Morgan through the Staff-Only door and through a small staircase, towards the second floor of the expansive building. He walked into the first door that was in their way, revealing a nicely furnished room. Directly opposite of the door was a wooden desk, with two, bottomed chairs. Their design was fairly average. They had metallic legs and frame and nifty blue cushions for both the back, and the bottom. On the desk stood a multitude of office accessories; pens, papers, documents, scissors, glue, duct tape. There was a little bit of everything cluttered on it. There was also a photo frame, a computer and some cardboard cutouts. There were several small cupboards around the office, and on one of them laid a pair of gloves, a kitchen apron and some other things of the sort. Behind the desk was also a tall, black, office chair with a plastic frame. Behind it, was a nice, medium-sized window with a clear look for the several streets ahead. On the wall opposite of the desk was a large TV. There were also several paintings on the wall, just for decoration. They weren't too dazzling, and looked to be averagely expensive.


David walked back behind the desk and sat back in his chair, putting his hands on the desk and clapping them together. "Please, close the door." He gently motioned towards it, keeping a stern smile on his face at all time. David hoped to display good manners when a famous person like... Morgan Freeman was around. He hoped to show the best of his personality, and it would be loathsome to do otherwise. "What can I help you with, Mr. Freeman?" In a radiant, excited and energetic voice. Usually, David was calm when doing business, but right now he was exploding with energy, like a proper manager and a person from an ad campaign. His professional, business-like demeanor was but a shadow of his former self as he was talking to Morgan. But this - in fact, was not change. David was simply doing what he was doing best: being manipulative. Deep underneath, he was still the same serious, suave businessman. He just recognized that a person like... Morgan Freeman required a little more 'finesse,' so to say, at least when you're dealing with them - That is right. David hoped to make a deal with Morgan Freeman. What did he want to get? He wanted to get whatever he could. Anything that Morgan Freeman had, or saw as worth having... was simply worth having.

 

[IamNotLoki]

"No... Your car is fine." That was a lie.


Sunni listened to the rumble of the started car. It was... Nothing unique. Sunni thought for a moment and told him her address, which the writer really couldn't come up with. She then relaxed in the seat.

"Alright, lets go..."  Jim said lazily as he made his car go forward.  There was an awkward silence for a while before Jim spoke again.


"Take a look at this..."  Jim said as he pulled out something from his Jacket pocket and handed it to Sunni.  "I heard what you said before, how you found your black card in a black box somewhere,"  Jim said as he kept his eye on the road.  "I know this is going to sound ridiculous and I want to trust you to keep this between us... but I think I have the power to see people's moral character.  And I don't mean in a judgmental, normal kind of way... no,"  Jim sighed.  "Ever since I've touched that card, I have been seeing ghostly images above people's heads that tell me about their crimes... have you had any similar experiences when you touched your card?"  Jim said as he drove on.  "By the way, can you read the symbols on my card?  It looks like gibberish but I can read it... while when I look at your card... the gibberish just appears like gibberish..."  Jim said glancing at his card.  The word says Anubis but to Sunni, all she will see are strange symbols.


"Sorry If I'm bombarding you with questions, you were the first person I met other than myself that has one of these cards..."

 

[FireMaiden]

Zephyra MacNessa


"That's enough," A smooth, sultry voice broke through the dark room. Only the light from a nearby lamp and the dim fairy lights around the kitchen illuminated the brutal beating taking place. A woman steeped from the shadows, wearing nothing but a black lace underwear set, and short, silky, purple robe, kept closed by a lose knot. Her porcelain skin seemed to glow as the lights hit her, dark green eyes blazed with anger, and her plump lips was pressed into an unamused frown. This was the head of the MacNessa Crime Family, Zephyra MacNessa. 


The man being be was under her employment was Edmund, a young Hispanic man with shaggy hair, dark eyes, and tattoos covering most of his arms. But he was a nice guy, and Zephyra really didn't want to have to do this, but he broke the rules. With a pained groan, one of the men pulled his head up, blood dripped from his mouth, onto a towel below. What? She didn't want to get blood on her floor.


The man looked at her, the definiant look in his eyes replaced with fear. "Zephyra, I-I can expla-" She held up her hand, cutting him off. "Stop." She sighed, and ran a hand through her hair. "I'm disappointed really, you're a good guy. You manage to bring in a good amount of cash, but," She shook her head, "You held out on me." Edmund didn't speak, just avoided her gaze.


"For your mother, right?" She continued, this getting a reaction from him. He snapped back to look at her, a fire in his eyes. "How did y-" "She's a nice lady. Helen right? She wishes you'd visit more, says she's lonely, but is thankful for all the hard work you're doing." Zephyra spoke, not looking at him, but at her nails. Painted with a clear top coat. "It woukd be a shame if something happened to her." "Don't you dare hu-" "I have three rules!" Zephyra interrupted, nearly shouting. She took a deep breath. "Repeat them to me."


"Don't mess with your family, Don't mess with he girls, and Don't hold out," Edmund replied, lowering his head, only to have Zephyra's slender fingers grabbed his chin, and held his face up, ignoring the blood now on her palm. Within the next few seconds, Edmund went limp. Zephyra stood, only to have to be caught by one of the men who had beaten Edmund. For the next 15 seconds, Edmund was limp, and near the end of this mall window, Zephyra straightened up.


The man sudden gasped, looking around frantically, "Wh-What did you just do to me?!" Zephyra kept a straight face. "Consider this your one, and only warning." Edmund nodded quickly, and Zephyra snapped. The two men helped Edmund up, and lead him out of Zephyra's apartment. The woman sighed, and looked and the time, decided in now she should probably get ready. Walking around, she opened the black out curtains, and turned on a few lamps, before going and getting dressed. Black booty shorts, a white crop top, black leather jacket, and some white chunky heeled platform ankle booties. 


Zephyra examined her outfit in the full body mirror, before grabbing her keys, phone, and wallet, and heading out, walking down the sidewalk to do what she needed to do. Which was check on the girls, get some cash, and make sure her boys aren't making to much trouble.

 

[IamNotLoki]

Bonnie and Clyde


Inside a small hole in the wall restaurant called "Cajun Cave".


An old man slumped down on the restaurant's bar table as he continued his story.  "My Marguerite was a beauty... I remember her face so clearly like it was yesterday, ."  The old man said wistfully as he stared at the pot of gumbo being stirred by a tall young man wearing a red apron. "She was a good artist... she paints day and night ever since we got married.  Her favorite painting she worked on was this huge painting of a couple of sunflowers..."  The old man went on.  "Y'see on our first date, I took her to see this field full of them... sunflowers... back in the day we had simple pleasure... hah,"  The old man sipped some soda.  "I was shipped to Korea for a while... every day and every night, I wanted to see her paint... I wanted to hold her close to me.  We sent each other letters whenever we could... she never failed to reply back to my letter..."  The old man smiled wistfully.  "When I came back home I found out that she has a terrible illness and was suffering from it while I was away... I never felt so sad..."  He drank more soda.  "She... she... passed away just like that... a beautiful life..."  


A plate full of sweet potato fries and a generously loaded po' boy was slid towards the old man.  


"This is on the house, pah.  Thanks fo' tellin' us that story,"  The cook grinned at the old man, his hair was set in a beautiful, smooth red pompadour. A black hairnet protected it.  His accent was twangy and southern.  He wore a white shirt and red slacks.


A young woman stood next to him.  Her eyes wide open as she finished listening to the old man's story.  Her face morphed to that of a child's face about to burst into tears.  "Is that a true story mistah?  That's so sad!  Sooooooo sadddd!!!!"  She slammed her hands on the table over and over.  "Ain't it sad, Clyde?  It melts my heart!  What if that happens to us, Clyde?" The woman's hair was light blue, bouncing around as she moved frantically.


"That is a sad story my Bonnie, definitely sad.  Well, at least you can remember her when you look at her paintins right?"  The southern man mustered up a small smile.


The old man frowned.  "Nah,  her family sold her paintings to some billionaire..."  He sighed.  "Forget about the paintings... I have my memory of her..."  The old man smiled as she bit into his po' boy.


Bonnie and Clyde looked at each other as if reading each other's mind.


"Out of curiosity, Pah, I'm just curious of what that paintin looks like... If I want to see your wife's sunflower painting, where, pray tell,do I find it?"  Clyde asked the old man as he tugged on his hairnet.


"Uh... I... I'm not sure you can see it kid, The painting is being held in a private collection in the Candyland Casino.  I'm not even sure what floor it's being kept in..."  The old man sighed.  "They say that casino is owned by the mob too... the MacNessa family,"  The old man scratched his head.


Bonnie and Clyde looked at each other again, their faces lit up with big grins.


"Thanks mistah, enjoy your meal..."  Clyde poured more root beer into the man's mug.


"Enjoy your meal!"  Bonnie repeated.


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Later that night.










"I'm excited Clyde... terribly excited..."  Bonnie said as she straightened her yellow pigtail wig.  The pigtails had red gems connecting them to the wig's base.  She carefully placed a gold tiara on her forehead.  


"Ha ha.... so am I sugarplum. so am I..."  Clyde pulled out a white domino mask from his briefcase and put it on his face.  He straightened the bow to his crisp black tuxedo.  He also took out a tophat and placed it over his pompadour.  He then took out a black cape and wore it over his shoulder.


The couple stood on the roof of the a building next to the Candyland Casino Resort.  The huge building appeared dark and imposing in front of the delinquent duo.  It's dark windows holding one of the most expensive security systems outside of Vegas.  It gave the couple chills of excitement.


"Okay okay... Bonnie, like we rehearsed!"


"Gotcha Clyde, lets go!"
 


The two got in a dynamic action pose. 


"In the name of the moon...We'll punish you!"  The declared as the moon rose behind them.


"Showtime..."

 

[Safety Hammer]

Zephyra MacNessa


"That's enough," A smooth, sultry voice broke through the dark room. Only the light from a nearby lamp and the dim fairy lights around the kitchen illuminated the brutal beating taking place. A woman steeped from the shadows, wearing nothing but a black lace underwear set, and short, silky, purple robe, kept closed by a lose knot. Her porcelain skin seemed to glow as the lights hit her, dark green eyes blazed with anger, and her plump lips was pressed into an unamused frown. This was the head of the MacNessa Crime Family, Zephyra MacNessa. 


The man being be was under her employment was Edmund, a young Hispanic man with shaggy hair, dark eyes, and tattoos covering most of his arms. But he was a nice guy, and Zephyra really didn't want to have to do this, but he broke the rules. With a pained groan, one of the men pulled his head up, blood dripped from his mouth, onto a towel below. What? She didn't want to get blood on her floor.


The man looked at her, the definiant look in his eyes replaced with fear. "Zephyra, I-I can expla-" She held up her hand, cutting him off. "Stop." She sighed, and ran a hand through her hair. "I'm disappointed really, you're a good guy. You manage to bring in a good amount of cash, but," She shook her head, "You held out on me." Edmund didn't speak, just avoided her gaze.


"For your mother, right?" She continued, this getting a reaction from him. He snapped back to look at her, a fire in his eyes. "How did y-" "She's a nice lady. Helen right? She wishes you'd visit more, says she's lonely, but is thankful for all the hard work you're doing." Zephyra spoke, not looking at him, but at her nails. Painted with a clear top coat. "It woukd be a shame if something happened to her." "Don't you dare hu-" "I have three rules!" Zephyra interrupted, nearly shouting. She took a deep breath. "Repeat them to me."


"Don't mess with your family, Don't mess with he girls, and Don't hold out," Edmund replied, lowering his head, only to have Zephyra's slender fingers grabbed his chin, and held his face up, ignoring the blood now on her palm. Within the next few seconds, Edmund went limp. Zephyra stood, only to have to be caught by one of the men who had beaten Edmund. For the next 15 seconds, Edmund was limp, and near the end of this mall window, Zephyra straightened up.


The man sudden gasped, looking around frantically, "Wh-What did you just do to me?!" Zephyra kept a straight face. "Consider this your one, and only warning." Edmund nodded quickly, and Zephyra snapped. The two men helped Edmund up, and lead him out of Zephyra's apartment. The woman sighed, and looked and the time, decided in now she should probably get ready. Walking around, she opened the black out curtains, and turned on a few lamps, before going and getting dressed. Black booty shorts, a white crop top, black leather jacket, and some white chunky heeled platform ankle booties. 


Zephyra examined her outfit in the full body mirror, before grabbing her keys, phone, and wallet, and heading out, walking down the sidewalk to do what she needed to do. Which was check on the girls, get some cash, and make sure her boys aren't making to much trouble.

Art looked in the mirror and grumbled to himself. Scratching at his beard, he put his eyepatch on and held his phone hesitantly. Ever since his sister had gotten a card, she had gone crazy with power. She had perverted the dream of their parents. And Arthur was afraid of what she might become. He sighed, and called her.


@FireMaiden

 

[doneanddusted]

"Alright, lets go..."  Jim said lazily as he made his car go forward.  There was an awkward silence for a while before Jim spoke again.


"Take a look at this..."  Jim said as he pulled out something from his Jacket pocket and handed it to Sunni.  "I heard what you said before, how you found your black card in a black box somewhere,"  Jim said as he kept his eye on the road.  "I know this is going to sound ridiculous and I want to trust you to keep this between us... but I think I have the power to see people's moral character.  And I don't mean in a judgmental, normal kind of way... no,"  Jim sighed.  "Ever since I've touched that card, I have been seeing ghostly images above people's heads that tell me about their crimes... have you had any similar experiences when you touched your card?"  Jim said as he drove on.  "By the way, can you read the symbols on my card?  It looks like gibberish but I can read it... while when I look at your card... the gibberish just appears like gibberish..."  Jim said glancing at his card.  The word says Anubis but to Sunni, all she will see are strange symbols.


"Sorry If I'm bombarding you with questions, you were the first person I met other than myself that has one of these cards..."

Sunni was relaxing , trying to ignore the awkwardness of the silence. Mr. Irons pulled out a black card much like Sunni's but with gibberish... Must be complicated English. He had the power to see morals with it?


"Umm... What does it say?"


She was then asked if she had similar experiences.


"I don't think so... I don't feel any different."


Sunni listened as Mr. Irons talked about gibberish.


"Ah, my card is in Japanese." Sunni said. "It says that I gained the powers of Demeter."


The word Demeter came out chopped up.


"I'm okay with questions." She finally concluded with a cheery smile.

 

[FireMaiden]

Zephyra MacNessa


Enjoying her coffee, scrolling through the news, and happily ignoring the noise around her, Zephyra was quite happy with her snack. That was, u til her older brother called. She groaned, knowing he'd most likely have some of his older brotherly wisdom to give though it has not been asked for. 


She let it ring for a good few minutes contemplating on wet her to answer or not. On one hand, answer now and get pissed off, then be angry when she went to sort out a few things at the casino. Or ignore it, and deal with repatriation phone calls, and another yelling match later. If it was her other brother calling, she'd answer in a heart beat, but Arthur...he was a differnt story. Their parents had handed the job of running a failing family over to her instead of the oldest, and so, he's been a bit...angry? Annoyed? Who knows.


Eventually, Zephyra sighed, downed the rest of her coffee and tossed the cup in a nearby bin, and answered. "Well isn't it my dear brother. Hello Arthur, is there anything you need?" She asked, a slightly smug tone to her voice. Something she's had for awhile.


@Safety Hammer

 

[Alias]

"Bummer", Jonathan said when Elsa told him that she can't let him borrow her mask. As she donned the mask, it gave her an eerie presence as her eyes looked more cold and piercing with it on her. It made her even more difficult to read, as if trying to read her without the mask wasn't hard enough. "That's all I have to ask. Thanks for being patient! People aren't usually this patient whenever I ask them questions so this was really refreshing!". He then turned around to begin running again but suddenly felt a surge of fatigue. He nearly stumbled but he managed to regain his footing. As quickly as it came, the fatigue disappeared. What was that?, he thought. He began pondering whether or not he should go to bed now. He looked up and saw the moon, gleaming with it's moonlight. "The night is still young", he grinned. "Imma go run around for a bit. See you around Elsa!", he waved then sped through the streets of New York, completely forgetting that he was still supposed to find a way to keep his identity hidden.


@IamNotLoki

 

[Safety Hammer]

Zephyra MacNessa


Enjoying her coffee, scrolling through the news, and happily ignoring the noise around her, Zephyra was quite happy with her snack. That was, u til her older brother called. She groaned, knowing he'd most likely have some of his older brotherly wisdom to give though it has not been asked for. 


She let it ring for a good few minutes contemplating on wet her to answer or not. On one hand, answer now and get pissed off, then be angry when she went to sort out a few things at the casino. Or ignore it, and deal with repatriation phone calls, and another yelling match later. If it was her other brother calling, she'd answer in a heart beat, but Arthur...he was a differnt story. Their parents had handed the job of running a failing family over to her instead of the oldest, and so, he's been a bit...angry? Annoyed? Who knows.


Eventually, Zephyra sighed, downed the rest of her coffee and tossed the cup in a nearby bin, and answered. "Well isn't it my dear brother. Hello Arthur, is there anything you need?" She asked, a slightly smug tone to her voice. Something she's had for awhile.


@Safety Hammer

"There is, my beloved sister." Arthur grumbled, meeting her smug tone with one of a more serious and mature one. If there was one thing that he strongly disliked about his sister, it was how supercilious she could be. "I have just received word on what you did to Edmund. And as much as I would like to yell at you over the phone, I would much rather have time to calm down over lunch. So, how about you meet me at the diner on 42nd Street?" 

 

[FireMaiden]

Zephyra MacNessa


The woman sighed, and muttered something under her breath. "Arthur, look. I give everyone the same warning, it's simple," She said with a shrug. "Yet he broke the rules, so I punished him. He's alright, so there's nothing to worry ahout." She went silent do a few minutes, considering his offer.


She hadn't seen him face to face for a few days, she had been rather busy with work, so dinner with her older brother sounded fun. Especially if it's the diner she though he was talking about. With another few minutes of silence, she finally spoke. "I'd love to join you for dinner, if I end up having the time of course. Unlike some people, I do actually work." 


There was more silence, followed by her muffle voice and bouts she spoke to a person who had bumped into her by mistake. "I need you to do something for me," She said. "Could you wire some money to Edmund's mother? Maybe, 1,000? She has some medical issues she's struggling to pay for."


@Safety Hammer

 

[IamNotLoki]

"Bummer", Jonathan said when Elsa told him that she can't let him borrow her mask. As she donned the mask, it gave her an eerie presence as her eyes looked more cold and piercing with it on her. It made her even more difficult to read, as if trying to read her without the mask wasn't hard enough. "That's all I have to ask. Thanks for being patient! People aren't usually this patient whenever I ask them questions so this was really refreshing!". He then turned around to begin running again but suddenly felt a surge of fatigue. He nearly stumbled but he managed to regain his footing. As quickly as it came, the fatigue disappeared. What was that?, he thought. He began pondering whether or not he should go to bed now. He looked up and saw the moon, gleaming with it's moonlight. "The night is still young", he grinned. "Imma go run around for a bit. See you around Elsa!", he waved then sped through the streets of New York, completely forgetting that he was still supposed to find a way to keep his identity hidden.


@IamNotLoki

"Goodbye Jonathan, have a lovely evening,"  Elsa said with a luscious smooth voice.  As soon as the young man flashed out, Elsa gracefully walked away to an empty alleyway.  With a smirk, a Jet-black Maserati GranTurismo appeared, the headlights flashed on.  She ran her fingers over the door and pulled the door open.  She slid serpent-like into the driver's seat... the luxurious white leather caressed her smooth skin.  "Going to be a long night..."   She said as the engine purred.  She accelerated towards traffic... her car literally disappearing into the streaks of red and yellow lights.

 

[Captain Gabriel]

David Corrigan


Location: What's the Scoop - Ice Cream Parlor


David gladly shook Morgan's hand and kept a proper posture, just like Morgan. This was a... big moment in David's life. He got to meet Morgan Freeman... just like that - It happened. Absolutely amazing. "Of course! Follow me, we can talk in my office." Leading Morgan through the Staff-Only door and through a small staircase, towards the second floor of the expansive building. He walked into the first door that was in their way, revealing a nicely furnished room. Directly opposite of the door was a wooden desk, with two, bottomed chairs. Their design was fairly average. They had metallic legs and frame and nifty blue cushions for both the back, and the bottom. On the desk stood a multitude of office accessories; pens, papers, documents, scissors, glue, duct tape. There was a little bit of everything cluttered on it. There was also a photo frame, a computer and some cardboard cutouts. There were several small cupboards around the office, and on one of them laid a pair of gloves, a kitchen apron and some other things of the sort. Behind the desk was also a tall, black, office chair with a plastic frame. Behind it, was a nice, medium-sized window with a clear look for the several streets ahead. On the wall opposite of the desk was a large TV. There were also several paintings on the wall, just for decoration. They weren't too dazzling, and looked to be averagely expensive.


David walked back behind the desk and sat back in his chair, putting his hands on the desk and clapping them together. "Please, close the door." He gently motioned towards it, keeping a stern smile on his face at all time. David hoped to display good manners when a famous person like... Morgan Freeman was around. He hoped to show the best of his personality, and it would be loathsome to do otherwise. "What can I help you with, Mr. Freeman?" In a radiant, excited and energetic voice. Usually, David was calm when doing business, but right now he was exploding with energy, like a proper manager and a person from an ad campaign. His professional, business-like demeanor was but a shadow of his former self as he was talking to Morgan. But this - in fact, was not change. David was simply doing what he was doing best: being manipulative. Deep underneath, he was still the same serious, suave businessman. He just recognized that a person like... Morgan Freeman required a little more 'finesse,' so to say, at least when you're dealing with them - That is right. David hoped to make a deal with Morgan Freeman. What did he want to get? He wanted to get whatever he could. Anything that Morgan Freeman had, or saw as worth having... was simply worth having.

Morgan followed David upstairs while all the customers tried to follow them, but the employees stopped their attempts. Morgan walked in the room and closed the door behind him, looking around the room. The atmosphere was getting quite chilly inside. Morgan sat down at one of the steel chairs and looked at David. He cleared his throat and took out from his pocket a note. He handed it to David and spoke. "Would you kindly tell me about your Black Card, Mephistopheles?" He asked with a soave voice, his posture straight and his expression perfectly calm. Morgan kept his hands clapped together, "I don't want to steal it from you. I don't need it. I just want to convince you on what to do with it." He said after another deep breath, noticing David's flinch as soon as he mentioned the demon's name. The man looked at the TV behind David and noticed a stopped episode of Adventure Time. He didn't say anything about it, but he found it silly. He drummed his fingers on his legs repeatedly, the atmosphere of the room getting even colder. 

 

[IamNotLoki]

Bonnie and Clyde


The first 3 floors of the CandyLand Casino was a neon wonderland of sin and pleasure.  Flashing slot machines ran up and down the dark aisles like lusty temptresses hungry for any unlucky bastard's life savings.  Women dressed as  scantily-clad human sized rabbits stood behind green tables, dealing cards and chips... their fake smiles sugarcoat their tired eyes... human rabbits... slaves to the house.  The sounds of champagne bottlenecks touching glass and sounds of metal balls running round and round roulettes echoed through out the dark pleasure house as men and women got drunk not only on alcohol but their fantasies.


A live band played on a stage on the fourth floor... veiled by a thick fog of cigarette smoke.  The patrons on the fourth floor included the friends and cohorts of the MacNessa family.  They sat around enjoying drinks as the band played on.


This Fifth floor is where the the real criminal action starts.  This was where the family's goons cleaned up their dirty money, mixing it all up so the Feds continued being clueless.










This story begins on the 6th floor, A woman with a blonde pigtail wig and a Japanese schoolgirl-ish outfit hopped through a glass window... a circular hole was cut into it... so precises that touching the edges of the circle would not even scratch her skin.  In her hand she held a device shaped like a big gun... but instead of a barrel it had a circular spinning end lined with diamonds.  


"Hehe, we made it in..."  She grinned hoisting the device over her shoulder, puffing up her chest proudly.


Suddenly the alarms blared. WOOOOAAAAWOOOOAAWOOOAAA!!!


She flinched in surprise.  "C-Clyde, we tripped the alarms!"  She said nervously.


"S-Shh... it's okay,"  The portable device said as it glew with light.  Clyde, dressed up as a masked tuxedo man, appeared next to Bonnie and flipped a black card in his hand.  The surface showed a monkey holding a staff.  "They probably had a sensor on their windows, no big deal..."  He grinned and took her hand.  "' 'sides, you love it when heists get a 'lil messy doncha?"  He grinned at her and she grinned back.  "Oh, Clyde, you know me so well!"  The pair skipped happily to a white hallway, elbows locked together like some sort of 50's musical number.  


"You two!  Freeze!"  A male voice said through the speaker system as armed guards dressed in full black armor appeared and quickly filled the black hallway.  "Who the hell are you guys?"  The camera tried to zoom into the costumed burglars.


"Who are we!?"  Bonnie asked as she struck a dynamic pose.


"We are the allies of Justice!"  The masked tuxedo man imitated Bonnie's pose with great symmetry.


"We are the defenders of the weak!"  The magical schoolgirl changed poses.


"We are the saviors of the poor and oppressed!"  Clyde copied her pose, his voice heroic and deep.


"Prepare for trouble!"


"Make it double!"


At this point the guards started to look bored.  One of them yawned.


"To protect our world from devastation..."


"To unite all peoples within our nation..."


The poses went on and on.


"To denounce the evils of truth and love..."


"To extend our reach to the skies above!"  


"Stars, Bonnie, stars..."  Clyde corrected her with a softer tone.


"Oh... haha silly me, Clyde... My bad!" 


"Nono, I like it Bonnie, It sounds better than the original!"


"Did... we just... tell them our real names?"  Bonnie whipered to Clyde's ears.


"S...shhhhh...  shhh..."  Clyde put a finger to his lips.


"Peppercorn!"  Bonnie blurted out a random alias.


"Tablesalt!"  Clyde thought of a random alias as well.


"We are the defenders of love!  Surrender now, or prepare to fight!"


The guards stood awkwardly for a second.  


"Get them you bumbling idiots!"  The man in the loudspeaker commanded.  The guards charged.


"W-what do we do now Tablesalt?" Bonnie asked.


"Well Peppercorn, times like these there really is only one thing heroes like us can do... and that is..."  he paused.


"RUN!!!!"  He turned around and ran off.  "Wait for me Tablesalt!!!"  Bonnie called out as she ran after him.

 

[IamNotLoki]

Sunni was relaxing , trying to ignore the awkwardness of the silence. Mr. Irons pulled out a black card much like Sunni's but with gibberish... Must be complicated English. He had the power to see morals with it?


"Umm... What does it say?"


She was then asked if she had similar experiences.


"I don't think so... I don't feel any different."


Sunni listened as Mr. Irons talked about gibberish.


"Ah, my card is in Japanese." Sunni said. "It says that I gained the powers of Demeter."


The word Demeter came out chopped up.


"I'm okay with questions." She finally concluded with a cheery smile.

"In Japanese?  Huh... I guess that might be the reason why I can't read it..."  Jim smirked as he slowed down the car, he reached Sunni's Neigborhood.  "I think, you should try to at least get the powers out of it..."  Jim said as he took his card back.  He put it back in his jacket pocket.  "I have a feeling people will come after you for that card..."  He sighed.  "Its dangerous to keep it... but I think it's even more dangerous to throw it away.  I think its best if we keep that card between us.  If anyone with bad intentions sees that card, they might want to hurt you to get it..."  Jim scratched his head.  "I will protect you, don't worry... I'll make sure nobody harms you..."  Jim said as he pulled the car over.  "Looks like this is your address,"  He said to Sunni as he unlocked the doors.  "Here's my number,"  He picked up a business card from Papa John's pizza in his glove compartment and writes his number on the backside.  He gave it to her.  "Call me once you develop your powers... or for anything really.  I want us to work together to find out more about these cards... I think if we work together, we can even close the Mangler case..."  He added.  "Just... keep in touch, okay, kid?"

 

[AllQuiet]

Jennifer was still heading to the police station, following the directions that she'd been given. She was walking down a street that, oddly enough, did not seem to have many people walking down it. She was, in fact, the only person walking down this street. She didn't notice this peculiarity, and, even if she did, it was only because not many people took this route to go anywhere, and, there wasn't really much but a few stores and restaurants to go to on it. She was actually taking a route that, while it would get her to the police station eventually, wasn't exactly the quickest way to get there. Suddenly, she heard someone call to her from an alleyway. "H-hey, y-you, c-come here for a second." She heard someone call out. She turned to see who had called her, only to see a man lying slumped against the wall, seemingly badly beat up and bruised. She walked into the alleyway, and knelt down next to the seemingly badly hurt man, who seemed like he was about her age, or possibly a year or two older. He explained to her that he'd been beaten up by some guy who had tried to mug him, and he was really hurt, and that his arm was broken, and then asked her to use his phone to call the police. He explained that it was in the right pocket of his jeans, and asked her again to use it to call the police for him. Jennifer was stupid enough not to ask any questions, and went to grab his phone out of his pocket, not noticing the man slipping his hand into his other pocket. As soon as she put her hand into his right jean pocket, she noticed that there was no phone there. "...Oh..." She immediately realized that this entire thing was nothing more than an elaborate, albeit rather over complicated, plan to lure some unsuspecting sucker into an alleyway by pretending to be beat up and then tricking them into putting themselves into a situation where they could just kill the sucker and then steal their wallet. Or maybe someone had actually beat them up, and they were just using that to her advantage? Jennifer didn't know or care at this point, she was just absolutely terrified and knew that she needed to get away from this man. 


The man pulled a knife out of his other pocket, and made an attempt to stab Jennifer, who managed to easily dodge out of the way. The guy probably wasn't an experienced criminal, considering he was using a knife instead of a gun and wasn't even holding it correctly, so it probably would have been easy for Jennifer to just run for it. Unfortunately she'd made the mistake of not heading immediately back out of the alleyway, and ended up with her only way of escaping being having to get past the man, who was already up and standing. She was terrified right now, scared that she was going to die here, in some damn alleyway. And just when she thought she'd get a chance to be a superhero too... She decided to do something rather stupid and attempt to bluff her way out of this, stretching out her arm, facing her open palm towards her assailant as if it was somehow intimidating. "You'd better leave me alone, or you'll regret it!" She yells, instead of doing the logical thing and, you know, run out the other side of the alleyway and escape from him. Unsurprisingly the man just laughed, slowly approaching at a casual walking speed. "What're you going to do, use the force?" He asks sarcastically. Jennifer was absolutely terrified at the moment, and unable to think of a witty response. Just then, she started to feel something strange, an odd feeling welling up inside her, some sort of strange power. "L-Last warning man, back off!" She yells, to which the man didn't even respond this time. "I-I warned you!" She yells, feeling the power suddenly release itself, and then, well, she wasn't sure what happened herself. All she remembered was seeing a strange burst of energy come out of her hand, hitting the man's left shoulder and tearing his arm clean off. She didn't bother to think about it at all, she just ran past the man in a full out sprint and only stopped a few blocks away, where she stopped to catch her breath. "...W-What the hell did I just do?" She mutters to herself, more than a bit confused and scared at the moment. She shakes her head, pushing those thoughts aside for a moment. "No, don't focus on what just happened Jennifer, just get to the police station, tell them that you're lost and that someone just tried to kill you, and get them to take you home or at least give you directions, and then you can contemplate all this at home...Oh god I hope I didn't kill that guy..." She mumbles, more than a bit worried that she'd killed the man who'd tried to attack her. After all, a person's arm being torn off was likely to cause death through blood loss... Granted, she would have been justified in doing it, but, still, heroes didn't kill unless absolutely necessary! No, there wasn't time to think of that, she had to get to the police station as soon as possible. She returned to following the directions she'd been given previously, heading towards the police station, which was now not really that far away.

 

[doneanddusted]

"In Japanese?  Huh... I guess that might be the reason why I can't read it..."  Jim smirked as he slowed down the car, he reached Sunni's Neigborhood.  "I think, you should try to at least get the powers out of it..."  Jim said as he took his card back.  He put it back in his jacket pocket.  "I have a feeling people will come after you for that card..."  He sighed.  "Its dangerous to keep it... but I think it's even more dangerous to throw it away.  I think its best if we keep that card between us.  If anyone with bad intentions sees that card, they might want to hurt you to get it..."  Jim scratched his head.  "I will protect you, don't worry... I'll make sure nobody harms you..."  Jim said as he pulled the car over.  "Looks like this is your address,"  He said to Sunni as he unlocked the doors.  "Here's my number,"  He picked up a business card from Papa John's pizza in his glove compartment and writes his number on the backside.  He gave it to her.  "Call me once you develop your powers... or for anything really.  I want us to work together to find out more about these cards... I think if we work together, we can even close the Mangler case..."  He added.  "Just... keep in touch, okay, kid?"

Sunni saw the familiar setting of her home and smiled a bit, glad that she was finally somewhere she recognized. She listened as Mr. Irons continue on about powers and how dangerous things could be, which Sunni obviously paid not much attention to. The man then unlocked the door and gave her his number on a pizzeria business card.


"Okay," Sunni said to his suggestions about when to call him. "Thank you." 


She took the business card and left the car, making her way to her home.


Sunni wasn't exactly happy , but she still had a cheery smile lighting up her face. That smile fell away immediately when she opened the door. Two adults, bloody and lifeless, were sprawled out on the ground. Sunni immediately closed the door, terrified and shocked. Who wouldn't be? 

 

[Birdsie]

Morgan followed David upstairs while all the customers tried to follow them, but the employees stopped their attempts. Morgan walked in the room and closed the door behind him, looking around the room. The atmosphere was getting quite chilly inside. Morgan sat down at one of the steel chairs and looked at David. He cleared his throat and took out from his pocket a note. He handed it to David and spoke. "Would you kindly tell me about your Black Card, Mephistopheles?" He asked with a soave voice, his posture straight and his expression perfectly calm. Morgan kept his hands clapped together, "I don't want to steal it from you. I don't need it. I just want to convince you on what to do with it." He said after another deep breath, noticing David's flinch as soon as he mentioned the demon's name. The man looked at the TV behind David and noticed a stopped episode of Adventure Time. He didn't say anything about it, but he found it silly. He drummed his fingers on his legs repeatedly, the atmosphere of the room getting even colder. 

David Corrigan


Location: What's The Scoop: Ice Cream Parlor - 2nd Floor - Office


A drop of sweat poured and made it's way towards the ground starting from David's forehead. His previous, joyous expression turned into apathetic displeasure. He felt threatened... and he felt threatened by Morgan Freeman no less. "I'm a bussinessman. That's why I received it." David responded, with a calm, but clearly agitated tone. He decided not to reveal his criminal career to Morgan Freeman, in hopes that he didn't know that much. "The card lets me make deals, with other people of course. Once the conditions of the deal are made, we shake our hands and seal it. Then I can bend reality and fullfill up to three wishes of the person I made it with. Afterwards, they have to pay me with whatever I wanted. They have 48 hours to do so... if they don't? Let's just say, their heart will really get into the festive mood." David paused and looked at Morgan for a few seconds. "Now, there's still some stuff you should know about my card. That's not everything - but... I think it's your turn to talk, darling. How do you know about the cards?"

 

[Captain Gabriel]

David Corrigan


Location: What's The Scoop: Ice Cream Parlor - 2nd Floor - Office


A drop of sweat poured and made it's way towards the ground starting from David's forehead. His previous, joyous expression turned into apathetic displeasure. He felt threatened... and he felt threatened by Morgan Freeman no less. "I'm a bussinessman. That's why I received it." David responded, with a calm, but clearly agitated tone. He decided not to reveal his criminal career to Morgan Freeman, in hopes that he didn't know that much. "The card lets me make deals, with other people of course. Once the conditions of the deal are made, we shake our hands and seal it. Then I can bend reality and fullfill up to three wishes of the person I made it with. Afterwards, they have to pay me with whatever I wanted. They have 48 hours to do so... if they don't? Let's just say, their heart will really get into the festive mood." David paused and looked at Morgan for a few seconds. "Now, there's still some stuff you should know about my card. That's not everything - but... I think it's your turn to talk, darling. How do you know about the cards?"

Morgan blinked and sighed. "But something happened. David suddenly forgot about the question he had asked and an itch to tell more and to tell the truth appeared." He said in a melodious voice, as he stared into David's eyes. A soft and short chorus sound could be heard, as reality was getting warped. A smile of kindness appeared on his face as he looked at him. I know he'll tell the truth. He thought, as he shifted into his seat to get more comfortable. He whispered something under his breath and grabbed a glass full of water from the desk. Was the glass there before? Morgan sighed after he took a sip of water and waited for David to speak.

 

[Birdsie]

Morgan blinked and sighed. "But something happened. David suddenly forgot about the question he had asked and an itch to tell more and to tell the truth appeared." He said in a melodious voice, as he stared into David's eyes. A soft and short chorus sound could be heard, as reality was getting warped. A smile of kindness appeared on his face as he looked at him. I know he'll tell the truth. He thought, as he shifted into his seat to get more comfortable. He whispered something under his breath and grabbed a glass full of water from the desk. Was the glass there before? Morgan sighed after he took a sip of water and waited for David to speak.

David Corrigan


Location: What's The Scoop: Ice Cream Parlor - 2nd Floor - Office


David scratched the back of his head, then put one hand on his temple whilst exclaiming. "I feel like I forgot about something. That's just... no-no." He paused. He looked up at Morgan and said. "Anyway. I can also teleport to anyone who wants to make a deal. Your turn, Freeman. How did ya discover the godcards?" The businessman asked, leaning in forward and waiting for the other man to speak. He felt as if he forgot something important, but he just couldn't put a finger on it. He felt a distinct anxiety in his mind, mixed with a delirium of tranquility. It was like the bittersweet silence before the storm, except it was happening in his brain. "Look, I'm a real parvenu1. I was promoted very suddenly, and I'm having a hard time getting into it. Just spill the beans and we can both make some profit, alright?"


1. Parvenu: a person who has suddenly risen to a new social class, but who is yet to gain acceptance in that class.

 

[Captain Gabriel]

David Corrigan


Location: What's The Scoop: Ice Cream Parlor - 2nd Floor - Office


David scratched the back of his head, then put one hand on his temple whilst exclaiming. "I feel like I forgot about something. That's just... no-no." He paused. He looked up at Morgan and said. "Anyway. I can also teleport to anyone who wants to make a deal. Your turn, Freeman. How did ya discover the godcards?" The businessman asked, leaning in forward and waiting for the other man to speak. He felt as if he forgot something important, but he just couldn't put a finger on it. He felt a distinct anxiety in his mind, mixed with a delirium of tranquility. It was like the bittersweet silence before the storm, except it was happening in his brain. "Look, I'm a real parvenu1. I was promoted very suddenly, and I'm having a hard time getting into it. Just spill the beans and we can both make some profit, alright?"


1. Parvenu: a person who has suddenly risen to a new social class, but who is yet, or has recently gained acceptance in that class.

Morgan nodded. "Mmmh...I never called them God Cards. I prefer to call them Black Cards." He said with a pretty calm tone, he then looked at a random wall and time suddenly froze. He stareed at the wall, as if there was a camera right there. "Remember to watch Through the Wormhole, with Morgan Freeman." He calmly spoke, smiling and winking. He looked back at David and time resumed its normal flow. "Anyways, I know people who got these and they all came to me for help." He lied, his tone calm and chilled. He kept his left hand in his pocket, as he twirled something between his fingers.