Episode 2: The Wolf of New York

[Birdsie]

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 spoke calmly, 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.

David Corrigan


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


David smiled and then laughed at Morgan, then said. "Honey, I know a liar when I see one. The voice, the sentence, the very idea of people going to Morgan Freeman to help him with black cards. And the fact that you can't keep your left hand out of your pants." David sat back, and pulled out his phone. He quickly put it on record, to make sure the conversation is saved. He laid the phone on the desk. He finally understood why he had forgotten something, and he couldn't let himself forget anything else. "You have a black card." David finished his sentence and pulled out the colt 1991 from his suit, taking the safety off and aiming it at Morgan Freeman. "Now tell me why I shouldn't just pack a bullet in you and take your card for myself - other than your voice I suppose." David took a deep breath. Murder wasn't easy, and he would have to clean up afterwards. Not to mention; he wanted to kill Morgan Freeman. "Look - I really don't want to have to do this. Offer me a good deal that I can profit from... and this can go without conflict."

 

[Captain Gabriel]

David Corrigan


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


David smiled and then laughed at Morgan, then said. "Honey, I know a liar when I see one. The voice, the sentence, the very idea of people going to Morgan Freeman to help him with black cards. And the fact that you can't keep your left hand out of your pants." David sat back, and pulled out his phone. He quickly put it on record, to make sure the conversation is saved. He laid the phone on the desk. He finally understood why he had forgotten something, and he couldn't let himself forget anything else. "You have a black card." David finished his sentence and pulled out the colt 1991 from his suit, taking the safety off and aiming it at Morgan Freeman. "Now tell me why I shouldn't just pack a bullet in you and take your card for myself - other than your voice I suppose." David took a deep breath. Murder wasn't easy, and he would have to clean up afterwards. Not to mention; he wanted to kill Morgan Freeman. "Look - I really don't want to have to do this. Offer me a good deal that I can profit from... and this can go without conflict."

Morgan sighed and stared at the gun's barrel. "You stop your criminal life, you disband your gang and make them work at your parlor, eventually making it become an international business. In exchange, whenever you need me, you can call me for a narration, as I like to call it." He said with a firm tone, staring into David's eyes once again. He thought that this deal was good. After all, he could narrate for his parlor to become the most famous in New York City, giving him a chance at a legal life. "So, this is my offer. I hope you accept it and return into legality, David." He said with a kind tone, extending his arm towards him to shake his hand. He took his hand out of his pocket and there was a small card. A visit card from Zack Snyder. He handed it to him, "if you accept my deal, I hope to see you tomorrow at noon, Empire State Building." He added, smiling towards him.

 

[Birdsie]

Morgan sighed and stared at the gun's barrel. "You stop your criminal life, you disband your gang and make them work at your parlor, eventually making it become an international business. In exchange, whenever you need me, you can call me for a narration, as I like to call it." He said with a firm tone, staring into David's eyes once again. He thought that this deal was good. After all, he could narrate for his parlor to become the most famous in New York City, giving him a chance at a legal life. "So, this is my offer. I hope you accept it and return into legality, David." He said with a kind tone, extending his arm towards him to shake his hand. He took his hand out of his pocket and there was a small card. A visit card from Zack Snyder. He handed it to him, "if you accept my deal, I hope to see you tomorrow at noon, Empire State Building." He added, smiling towards him.

David Corrigan


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


David heard his first words, wanting to laugh at first. David heared him out further, like the proper businessman he was. A legal business? End with the gangs and all that stuff? An international ice cream business. Who the hell was the Mephistopheles in here, because it sure as hell wasn't David. The man slowly lowered his hand, thinking about what Morgan Freeman said. David gradually started looking up at Morgan's hand and continued thinking. He thought about what led him here in the first place - the sacrifice of his beloved parents... And they sacrificed themselves for what? A crime empire, or an international ice cream business? No, they didn't do it for neither of those. They did it for their son. David had to think this through. "Get out of here." David suddenly stated, feeling paranoid, as if Morgan was playing with his head, somehow. "I'll consider your stupid deal, but... GET OUT OF HERE!" David yelled, losing his temper.


When, and if Morgan was gone, David would put the safety on his gun and threw it on his desk. He laid his hands on his face, sweating and thinking about the offer. His face got red and the man continued to think.

 

[Eagleye415]

Lavernius Alexander was walking down the street sometime later and thinking about his jump between the roofs. It had been a daring move that he probably shouldn't have made. Lavernius needed to test this out somehow. His new apparent luck. Maybe that card was being truthful after all. LA heard a loud blaring of noise and locked down the road. He saw two cars racing down the street. Well.. this will either kill me or this luck is real. Lavernius began to walk towards the street the cars were sure to come down and stopped. He prepared himself to run and closed his eyes. All he would need is a little luck. LA opened his eyes and they glowed a crimson red. He shot into the road and adrenaline pumped through his veins. Lavernius could see the cars in his periphal, almost too close. He yelled and jumped. LA rolled out of the way of a full hit, but was clipped by the mirror. He grasped his shin and knocked into a hot dog stand which in turn rolled into the road. In the way of a motorcyclist?


@The Omen of Death

 

[Captain Gabriel]

David Corrigan


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


David heard his first words, wanting to laugh at first. David heared him out further, like the proper businessman he was. A legal business? End with the gangs and all that stuff? An international ice cream business. Who the hell was the Mephistopheles in here, because it sure as hell wasn't David. The man slowly lowered his hand, thinking about what Morgan Freeman said. David gradually started looking up at Morgan's hand and continued thinking. He thought about what led him here in the first place - the sacrifice of his beloved parents... And they sacrificed themselves for what? A crime empire, or an international ice cream business? No, they didn't do it for neither of those. They did it for their son. David had to think this through. "Get out of here." David suddenly stated, feeling paranoid, as if Morgan was playing with his head, somehow. "I'll consider your stupid deal, but... GET OUT OF HERE!" David yelled, losing his temper.


When, and if Morgan was gone, David would put the safety on his gun and threw it on his desk. He laid his hands on his face, sweating and thinking about the offer. His face got red and the man continued to think.

"I see. Well then." He said, snapping his fingers. A bright light forces you to close your eyes and as the light disperses, Morgan was gone. He woke up from a deep sleep in his limousine, with his book laying on his face. He resumed reading it and sighed. "Another lost soul." He muttered, as the book fell on the ground. Morgan felt something. A girl, shocked. He tried to locate the source of the sound and disappeared, appearing right besides the girl. "What is wrong?" He asked worriedly, kneeling down near the girl. He saw the door slightly opened and looked inside. "Oh my god..." He whispered to himself, an astral projection closing the door. 


@Shmivian

 

[MoltenLightning]

Marina sighed in both annoyance and relief. Thank goodness, at least the shooter was away from here. Waving the man and kid goodbye so as not to be a bother, she walked back to her home. There, she stopped on the doorstep. Wait... Turning around, she watched the car speed off. No, no. Just her imagination. Feeling suddenly tense, she decided that it might be time for a walk. Turning abruptly and trekking down the street, she passed by numerous people. There were... Way too many people here. Side-stepping into an alley way, she kept walking (keeping in mind where she was so that navigating back wasn't impossible). There were some shifty-looking people, some of whom started to actually follow her. She quickened her pace. 'Consarn it all, why did I have to do this today of all days?' She demanded, glancing back over to shoulder.


When she suddenly came out onto an open street, she ran into a car when she wasn't looking. Her head snapped up to see what she had collided with, just in time to see a guy in the car... With a boar. Gawking, she took a glance backward at the three or four people suddenly following her. Sighing in exhasperation, she knew what had to be done. She knocked on the window of the vehicle. "Uh..." She was still dumbfounded by the boar there, but she shoved that aside.


Adrenaline was kicking in, and she needed to get away. 'WHY DID I EVER LEAVE HOME?' She roared mentally, gritting her teeth. "Hello? Uh, can you maybe help me?!" She asked, although it was more of a demand. She hated trusting strangers, but this guy seemed more trustworthy than the ones behind her. Her hand already had a vice-grip around the pepper spray in her pocket, but there were too many for her to take on alone...


Tags: @Sir Mayday

 

[FireMaiden]

Zephyra MacNessa 


"As much as I'd like to continue out little chat, I really must be-" She was interrupted by another call from the casino. She cocked her eyebrow and told DNA her brother to meet her at Candyland before hanging up on him, and taking the other call. "Ma'am there seems to be a break in on the sixth floor," Is what she was met with. With that, the woman hailed a taxi, telling them to hurry to the casino. She wanted to see what was going on. 


When she got there, everything seemed fine when she got there, a few of the girls did come and ask her what was wring hmm where she kindly brushed them off telling them not to worry. Zephyra quickly made her way to the security room just in time to catch their little speach. "Did they just quote team Rocket from Pokémon?" She muttered, watching them from the cameras. 


The woman sighed, deciding she should head up. It's been while sighed once someone actually  role in, which stopped around the time she took over. She grabbed on of the guards guns, not like he was gonna use it he was sleeping, and made her way up to the 6th floor. It was odd they'd choose that floor, nothing much there but things her parents bought. Paintings and such, nothing interesting like on the other floors. 


Zephyra walked around the 6th floor alone, really wondering why they'd choose this floor. Eventually, she found herself just staring out a window cause she got bored trying to find them. And then absent mindly started to hum.


@IamNotLoki @Safety Hammer

 

[IamNotLoki]

David Corrigan


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


David heard his first words, wanting to laugh at first. David heared him out further, like the proper businessman he was. A legal business? End with the gangs and all that stuff? An international ice cream business. Who the hell was the Mephistopheles in here, because it sure as hell wasn't David. The man slowly lowered his hand, thinking about what Morgan Freeman said. David gradually started looking up at Morgan's hand and continued thinking. He thought about what led him here in the first place - the sacrifice of his beloved parents... And they sacrificed themselves for what? A crime empire, or an international ice cream business? No, they didn't do it for neither of those. They did it for their son. David had to think this through. "Get out of here." David suddenly stated, feeling paranoid, as if Morgan was playing with his head, somehow. "I'll consider your stupid deal, but... GET OUT OF HERE!" David yelled, losing his temper.


When, and if Morgan was gone, David would put the safety on his gun and threw it on his desk. He laid his hands on his face, sweating and thinking about the offer. His face got red and the man continued to think.

Elsa


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


"Looks like you've had a rough day..."  A smooth womanly voice spoke in front of David.  Elsa gradually turned herself visible, sitting with her legs crossed on a plush sofa.  "You got to meet the great Morgan Freeman, how can I top that!"  She joked.  "I'm no celebrity, David, but I have been dying to talk to you for a while now.  Are you in the mood to talk?"  Elsa tilted her head.  "My name is Elsa... I work for the Olympus Group..."  She smiled as she flashed a white mask with a eye-flame logo on the forehead.  "I just wanted to know how you are doing, its been a while since you've had Mephistopheles, right?"

 

[IamNotLoki]

Bonnie and Clyde


"D-did we lose 'em?  I can't see!"  A female voice whispered softly from within a strangely placed vending machine.  "Looks like they kept on runnin'... we're in the clear..."  The machine seems to speak in a metallic echo.  "Okay Clyde, let's go!"  She said as the vending machine lit up brightly... Cyde appeared with his arms around Bonnie.  "You're such a genie, Clyde..."  Bonnie praised.  "Ha!  You... mean genius right, dumplin'?"  He winked.  "No Clyde, you're a genie, like in Aladdin..."  She joked.  "Alright Princess Jasmine, lets open this sesame..."  The two ran sneakily through the hallway.  Cyde stopped when he saw the back of a security camera.  "Hold on!"  Clyde stopped Bonnie from running further.  He spun the Wukong Card in his finger and caught it with a snap.  "Catch me Bonnie!"  He transformed into something small.  A small circular device with a central light.  Bonnie caught the device and looked at it.  "Press the button puddin'"  Clyde said while in device form.  "Oooh... I love pressing your buttons!"  She grinned and slapped the button down with her palm.


Three waves of electric current emanated from the device.  She saw the electric waves reach the camera and shock short circuit it.  All the red lights that were on the vault doors grew dim.  The lights turned off, leaving the room dark.  


"WOW!"  She laughed and threw a fist up in the air.  "You're so awesome Clyde!"  She said as she looked at the device.


The device lit up again and turned itself into a pair of night vision goggles.  She instinctively put the goggles on... her sight now covered in green.  


"Ignore those vaults Bonnie, we're not after those.  What we need are behind that door over there!"  The electronic voice of the night vision goggles said as the graphics created a target on a door ahead.  Above it says "Art Collection".    "We're so close I can see pah's smile now!"  Bonnie danced energetically before running towards the door.


The locks were disabled because of the Electronic Jamming Device, it simply swing open like any door.


"WHAOAAA!"  Bonnie let out an amazed exclamation as she looked at all the treasures in the room.


There were original Van Goghs, Picassos, even renaissance paintings made by Leonardo Da Vinci... never before seen by the public.  There were also great marble scuptures from the great masters.  Behind glass cases were golden artifacts from the Spanish inquisition.


"Sunflowers, sunflowers.... it should be here..."  Bonnie whispered.


"THERE! JACKPOT!"  Bonnie pointed at a painting of two sunflowers interlocked.  


"Well done Bonnie!  Lets nab it!"  Clyde said as he transformed back into his human body.


"Too easy..."  The said at the same time as they ran to the painting in the cover of darkness.

 

[Birdsie]

Elsa


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


"Looks like you've had a rough day..."  A smooth womanly voice spoke in front of David.  Elsa gradually turned herself visible, sitting with her legs crossed on a plush sofa.  "You got to meet the great Morgan Freeman, how can I top that!"  She joked.  "I'm no celebrity, David, but I have been dying to talk to you for a while now.  Are you in the mood to talk?"  Elsa tilted her head.  "My name is Elsa... I work for the Olympus Group..."  She smiled as she flashed a white mask with a eye-flame logo on the forehead.  "I just wanted to know how you are doing, its been a while since you've had Mephistopheles, right?"

David Corrigan


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



David looked at the woman and laughed. "So here I was, just enjoying my second ammendment rights... And I thought I'd have to do something more than that - But no! You laid yourself to me on a silver platter. Of course I'm in the mood to talk!..." David loudly declared. He paused and answered. "Yeah, it's been a while. Never fucking better! I have a useless gang, an ice cream parlor of my own, a luxurious apartament that I don't even use... a dog that knows no tricks!" Pointing at William, then after a pause. "AND MORGAN FREEMAN!" David yelled to his ears' displeasure. "It's nearly like the life from those magazines about rich kids, except a little fucked up..."


David sat back on his chairs, putting his hands together and staring at the ceiling. He calmly stated. "What have I done with my life? Or a better question: What are you doing here?" He looked at Elsa. "It's very improper of a lady like you to enter without knocking."

 

[FireMaiden]

Zephyra MacNessa 


She walked around the floor, looking for signs of the two intruders after the guards radioed that they couldn't find them. Zephyra sighed at how stupid her men were. She had this thought as she passed the art room, and stopped. The door was slightly ajar, which made her smirk. "Why am I not surprised?" She muttered to herself, walking in. She flicked the lights on, since only a few were on and illuminating the large room.


Zephyra walked through to see if anything was missing. At first,  she didn't see anything missing until she got to a few of the paintings. "The sunflower one..." She muttered to herself. One her parents bought from some lady whom she couldn't remeber. She then began to make sure nothing else was missing.

 

[IamNotLoki]

David Corrigan


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



David looked at the woman and laughed. "So here I was, just enjoying my second ammendment rights... And I thought I'd have to do something more than that - But no! You laid yourself to me on a silver platter. Of course I'm in the mood to talk!..." David loudly declared. He paused and answered. "Yeah, it's been a while. Never fucking better! I have a useless gang, an ice cream parlor of my own, a luxurious apartament that I don't even use... a dog that knows no tricks!" Pointing at William, then after a pause. "AND MORGAN FREEMAN!" David yelled to his ears' displeasure. "It's nearly like the life from those magazines about rich kids, except a little fucked up..."


David sat back on his chairs, putting his hands together and staring at the ceiling. He calmly stated. "What have I done with my life? Or a better question: What are you doing here?" He looked at Elsa. "It's very improper of a lady like you to enter without knocking."

"Oh, I'm sorry.  It's just that you've gathered our attention.  We have actually been observing you for weeks now, I thought today might be a good time to show myself to you,". She explained.  "Overall do you feel that your life is better now that you have your powers?"  She asked. "You have been doing a lot of things with it lately, I say you're getting quite good with using it to its full potential,". She looked at him with neutral yet lusty eyes.  "Here is your chance to ask me anything about the black cards... Maybe I can make things even easier for you,"

 

[Birdsie]

"Oh, I'm sorry.  It's just that you've gathered our attention.  We have actually been observing you for weeks now, I thought today might be a good time to show myself to you,". She explained.  "Overall do you feel that your life is better now that you have your powers?"  She asked. "You have been doing a lot of things with it lately, I say you're getting quite good with using it to its full potential,". She looked at him with neutral yet lusty eyes.  "Here is your chance to ask me anything about the black cards... Maybe I can make things even easier for you,"

David Corrigan


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


David heard her words and sighed. Was his life better now, that he had powers? "Mhm. Sure, it is." His voice was snarky and sarcastic. David looked at Elsa and smiled. "I like your way of thinking. So... I can ask you anything?" He repeated her question. "Well, alright. How many card owners are there? How can I find them? What's the purpose of us having these cards? What's your phone number?" Smiling after the last question. David was slowly slithering his hand under his desk, to reach for the red button that calls in several of his thugs into the office. He barely moved it by a few centimeters over the whole conversation, so he had to play it for time until he could reach for it. He didn't want Elsa suspecting anything.

 

[The Omen of Death]

4 hours ago, Eagleye415 said:



Lavernius Alexander was walking down the street sometime later and thinking about his jump between the roofs. It had been a daring move that he probably shouldn't have made. Lavernius needed to test this out somehow. His new apparent luck. Maybe that card was being truthful after all. LA heard a loud blaring of noise and locked down the road. He saw two cars racing down the street. Well.. this will either kill me or this luck is real. Lavernius began to walk towards the street the cars were sure to come down and stopped. He prepared himself to run and closed his eyes. All he would need is a little luck. LA opened his eyes and they glowed a crimson red. He shot into the road and adrenaline pumped through his veins. Lavernius could see the cars in his periphal, almost too close. He yelled and jumped. LA rolled out of the way of a full hit, but was clipped by the mirror. He grasped his shin and knocked into a hot dog stand which in turn rolled into the road. In the way of a motorcyclist?


@The Omen of Death




 

As Anastasiya drove down the streets, she couldn't help but be astonished by herself constantly seeing those unpunished crimes over some people's heads as well as other unpaid debts, it was quite distracting to her. Nonetheless, through the vision of her visor, she kept driving forward with the exhilaration she always got from riding the bike. She also couldn't help but ponder over the black card, and what other powers it might hold, and how she would learn about it and how to best utilize them, also those whispers... They were great and all but being unprepared does give a bit of a spook when it comes. That's when as she looked to her left she saw a man jump in front of two cars, she initially thought it was a man with a death wish... But then she noticed the red eyes, and she instantly knew better, then thinking about it she already came to the conclusion that it must've been someone with a black card, she did remember that the letter did state that she was a participant, so there had to be others in this 'experiment'. As it seems as she carefully watched what was unfolding, and then the hot dog stand was coming for her. "Oh blyat!" (Oh fuck!) she exclaimed aloud as it came closer to her, with little time to react as it passed close to the front, she mistakenly hit the brake and proceeded to swerve tightly around the cart and back on track, but due to hitting the brake she began to tilt downwards at an angle where her body would scrape on the road below. As the motorbike began to skid across for a bit on her side of the road, she could only brace and grit her teeth as the side of her leg began to scrape against the road for a bit cutting up her jeans by her side and cutting some skin off causing it to bleed a little as the vehicle finally stopped. Luckily with comparatively not much damage done, she slithered her way out of the bike and began panting as she looked at the extent of the damage, as it seems one of her mirrors came off, and some of the black paint was scratched off but other than that her bike was intact. Then she took off her helmet, letting her blonde hair flow for a second pushing it back. Before glancing back in the direction of the man, who seemed to have had his shin clipped, but did not seem to notice it as her gunmetal blue eyes stared deep down intensely into his eyes with a very cold intimidating look. She had no intent to assault him, but she was quite visibly pissed off at him, muttering Russian cusses to herself as she stormed over to him. Then she finally began to speak practically just about spitting venom through the words as she spoke. "Hey, asshole! What the fuck's wrong with you!?! Did you have fun with your idiot's display of the week of showing off your death wish and possibly almost killing others! Or unless you really wanted to kill yourself have the balls to actually get smacked by the god damn car and just die!" Huffing and puffing after having gone on the rant of almost pure rage.

 

[doneanddusted]

"I see. Well then." He said, snapping his fingers. A bright light forces you to close your eyes and as the light disperses, Morgan was gone. He woke up from a deep sleep in his limousine, with his book laying on his face. He resumed reading it and sighed. "Another lost soul." He muttered, as the book fell on the ground. Morgan felt something. A girl, shocked. He tried to locate the source of the sound and disappeared, appearing right besides the girl. "What is wrong?" He asked worriedly, kneeling down near the girl. He saw the door slightly opened and looked inside. "Oh my god..." He whispered to himself, an astral projection closing the door. 


@Shmivian

Sunni was numb. She didn't react much if she even noticed an elderly man just appearing behind her- this was like her fourth random adult encounter. She sort of just ignored him and looked over back to Mr. Irons’s [ @IamNotLoki ] car. She then stared at the door. Sunni didn't want to go anywhere near that place. She backed away and stood at a tree, grabbing it and holding it as if it was the only thing keeping her from fainting... Which it really was. Unknown to her, the tree's leaves were rapidly turning shades of orange and red and yellow; falling to the ground and browning; and decomposing back into where it came from. The air seemed a bit chillier, as if just around her it was becoming winter.


Sunni made a sort of half laughing , half sobbing sound. Her brain had finally processed what she saw.


My parents are dead.


The girl fell to her hands and knees and started to tear up.


My parents are dead.

 

[Eagleye415]

Lavernius's mind was shrouded in pain as he held his shin. He hissed in pain and groaned. This was definitely going to bruise. LA got the pain he felt under control and then the adrenaline fully caught up with him. He cheered and a massive grin spread across his face. Lavernius didn't see the Oncoming Storm behind him until it was far too late. By this time, his eyes had returned to normal. 


LA was surprised as suddenly a Russian woman was in his face cursing him out. Her words were ice cold and if looks could kill.. Lavernius glanced behind the woman and gazed in shock at the scene. He scanned her for injury and saw her cut up jeans. LA face became unreadable as the guilt swallowed him. How could he have been so careless?


"I'm sorry, truly." Lavernius said pleadingly. "If I knew other people could be hurt I wouldn't have done it. I wasn't thinking." The regret was evident in his face and his brown eyes.


@The Omen of Death

 

[The Omen of Death]

1 hour ago, Eagleye415 said:



Lavernius's mind was shrouded in pain as he held his shin. He hissed in pain and groaned. This was definitely going to bruise. LA got the pain he felt under control and then the adrenaline fully caught up with him. He cheered and a massive grin spread across his face. Lavernius didn't see the Oncoming Storm behind him until it was far too late. By this time, his eyes had returned to normal. 


LA was surprised as suddenly a Russian woman was in his face cursing him out. Her words were ice cold and if looks could kill.. Lavernius glanced behind the woman and gazed in shock at the scene. He scanned her for injury and saw her cut up jeans. LA face became unreadable as the guilt swallowed him. How could he have been so careless?


"I'm sorry, truly." Lavernius said pleadingly. "If I knew other people could be hurt I wouldn't have done it. I wasn't thinking." The regret was evident in his face and his brown eyes.


@The Omen of Death




 






 






 






 






 

Anastasiya would have probably continued imposing her verbal assault on Lavernius, but then looking at him she finally realized he seemingly got injured as well, and while still mad, had calmed down, since continuously abusing him verbally would just lead nowhere and he did look genuinely sorry, and his shin would seem like enough. She simply shook her head a bit sighing and said, "All right, all right... Luckily it didn't wreck my bike too much... Also, I can walk, so I think besides cutting my leg up a bit I am fine. I don't know exactly why you would want to jump in the way of traffic like that? Unless you truly did want to commit suicide or something... Anyway I think we should both ca-" and with that, she was interrupted by the not so happy owner of the hot dog stand whose stand just so happened to get pushed over down the street, which collided and ruined all the food and drink inside of it, with some minor damage to the cart itself. And he happened to be one of those stereotypical New Yorkers with the accent along with it. "Hey! Okay? Can yuh two lovebirds shut de fuck up fawh one second! Yuh trashed my god damn hot dog stand! I doan care who in god's name it is, but one of yuh or both of yuh need tuh brin' my hot dog stand right back here! Okay? And pay fawh de damages tuh it fawh de food, drinks, and whatevuh de fuck else got damaged!" And so Anastasiya did a full 360 in her shift of anger and brought it straight to the callous hot dog stand owner. "Hey! Are you so blind and deaf not to see that we both almost got killed?!? What? Are you just simply that much of a kakashka (piece of shit) to realize that? Or are your greasy balled hands too grubby and greedy too busy to go do it yourself?"

 

[IamNotLoki]

David Corrigan


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


David heard her words and sighed. Was his life better now, that he had powers? "Mhm. Sure, it is." His voice was snarky and sarcastic. David looked at Elsa and smiled. "I like your way of thinking. So... I can ask you anything?" He repeated her question. "Well, alright. How many card owners are there? How can I find them? What's the purpose of us having these cards? What's your phone number?" Smiling after the last question. David was slowly slithering his hand under his desk, to reach for the red button that calls in several of his thugs into the office. He barely moved it by a few centimeters over the whole conversation, so he had to play it for time until he could reach for it. He didn't want Elsa suspecting anything.

Elsa stood up from the sofa and walked in front of David.  "Alright, straightforward man.  I'll answer all your questions in order...."  She Rested her palms on his table.  "First question: How many card owners are there..."  She repeated his question.  "Technically I'm not supposed to tell anyone any information about our participants, but since I like you I'll give you a hint... there's more than 3,"  She smiled.  "Next question: How can you find them?"  She repeated his question.  "Unless you have some sort of power to detect the cards or powers being used, you got no chance of finding them.  The best way to find a person using a card is probably just asking them..."  She pinched the end of a lock of her hair.  "Next question: What's the purpose of us having these cards.  Here's the simple answer... we want to see what you do with them,"  She smirked.  "Humans are very complicated creatures... the only way to observe them properly is to conduct actual tests..."  Elsa sighed.  "Last question:  What is my phone number..."  She winked.  "I'm afraid you have to try harder than that, Tiger..."


She backed off from the desk and gracefully moved back to the area where the sofas and couches faced each other.  She looked at the TV... now showing Johnny Test.  She wonders why someone David's age would watch something like that.  "Your tastes are amusing, David.... very amusing..."  

 

[IamNotLoki]

Zephyra MacNessa 


She walked around the floor, looking for signs of the two intruders after the guards radioed that they couldn't find them. Zephyra sighed at how stupid her men were. She had this thought as she passed the art room, and stopped. The door was slightly ajar, which made her smirk. "Why am I not surprised?" She muttered to herself, walking in. She flicked the lights on, since only a few were on and illuminating the large room.


Zephyra walked through to see if anything was missing. At first,  she didn't see anything missing until she got to a few of the paintings. "The sunflower one..." She muttered to herself. One her parents bought from some lady whom she couldn't remeber. She then began to make sure nothing else was missing.

A security officer walked to a gathering of armed guards around a wagon full of cash.


He patted one in the back proudly and pulled out his iPhone.  He dialed the number of Zephyra MacNessa, his boss' boss' boss... who happened to come to the casino herself.


"Ma'am... good news..."  The man grinned excitedly, motioning the guards to move the wagon back into its vault in the 5th floor.  "The thieves got away, but they left behind the money they tried to get away with.  We found a pushcart with about 3 million dollars loaded into it.  I had the guards return the money back to the vault,"  The man's voice sounded very proud of himself.


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Three guards entered the vault.  all over the vault were rows and rows of shelves protected by electronic locks.  The locks required a retina scan, an access code, and a full handprint to open.  One of the guards turned around and pat one of the other guard's backs.  "You guys finish this up, alright?"


"Yeah alright,"  The other guard said through his toxin-proof face mask.  The third guard remained silent.  The guards started taking the cash and organizing them on a table.  The guard who spoke looked at the guard who remained silent.  "Hmm... are you new?"  He asked the silent figure.


The shorter, silent guard moved his helmet to level with the other guard.  "Yep, howdy there yankee!"  The voice was female and super-cheerful.


The other guard looked stunned.  He looked closely at the money he was holding.  Instead of a president, bills had a picture of Clyde Sawyer doing a playful thumbs up.  The image winked.


"What... the... f---"  The guard said as the doors of the vault closed.  Bonnie removed her helmet and grinned at the guard.  "Nighty night!  Sucka!"  She Smashed her helmet into the guard's helmet.  He fell to the floor.  "Haha! Nice work Bonnie, you aughts win the oscars!"  The cart said before it transformed back into Clyde holding the sunflower painting.  "Thank you thank you!"  Bonnie curtsied in her guard outfit.  Clyde set the sunflower painting on a corner and spun the black card on his finger.  "Okay... time to get creative... haha..."  Clyde glowed white and transformed into a bunch of rectangular devices chained together by one long wire.  "Okay okay... I think I got this... place me on each of the locks.  In 5 seconds all of them will open sesame!"  Clyde's metallic voice said as Bonnie picked up the devices.  "You are truly a genie Clyde!"  Bonnie laughed as she placed each rectangular device on each code panel.  After a couple of seconds each one popped open and revealed tons of cash inside.  "JACKPOT!"  The said at the same time.  Clyde transformed back into himself and pulled out the tuxedo mask cape.  "Alright Bonnie help me clean everything up... It's gonna be a wonderful Christmas for us!"  Clyde laughed.  "Haha we can be santas!  Hohoho!"  She laughed as she cleaned up all the open vaults and filled the cape with money.  Clyde tied everything up creating a big red bag.


"Okay... time to go!  Woop!"  Clyde transformed into a huge gun.  


"WHOA!  HAHA!" Bonnie grabbed the huge cannon and aimed it at the wall.


"No Bonnie, Aim it to your left... there you go..."  Clyde said as Bonnie aimed it at a wall leading to the outside this time.  Bonnie pulled the trigger and the gun started to hum and vibrate.  "BRACE FOR IMPACT!"  She closed her eyes and the gun blasted a huge white beam of light... melting the reinforced wall in seconds.  "YEEE-HAW!!!!"  She celebrated as she grabbed the bag of cash and painting.  The gun transformed into a glider.  "Hurry!"  Clyde said as Bonnie got on the Glider.


The couple was soon airborne flying away from the casino... with $50million in cash in their bag and a priceless painting in Bonnie's arms.  "WHOO!"  She said as the glider took them far off into the slums of Brooklyn.


"Chrismas came early, you Brooklyn Yankees!"  She said as she reached into the bag and threw two handfuls of cash into the slums below!


"HAHA!"  The glider laughed.  "Merry Christmas!"  


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An old man lay sleeping in a tent reinforced by cardboard boxes.  He tried pulling his My Little Pony bedsheet close to his body... making his feet vulnerable to the cold.  He heard a noise and his eyes opened.


"WHO'S THERE!"  He angrily took his baseball bat trying to see in the dark.  What he saw made tears in his eyes.  


There in the shabby tent he bought with government money... was the masterpiece his wife made long ago.  He covered his mouth in happiness as he saw it.  The two sunflowers intertwined together.  "Marguerite..."  He whispered as he tried to crawl to it.  His dirty hands caught an unfamiliar texture.  He looked closer to see what he just grabbed.  It was a crisp $100 bill.  He almost died in shock when he realized the pavement he slept on was now covered with cash!  


A note was attached on the back of the painting.


"Hope you keep on livin' happily, pops... Merry Early Christmas..."  -- Red Santa and Blue Santa.

 

[FireMaiden]

A security officer walked to a gathering of armed guards around a wagon full of cash.


He patted one in the back proudly and pulled out his iPhone.  He dialed the number of Zephyra MacNessa, his boss' boss' boss... who happened to come to the casino herself.


"Ma'am... good news..."  The man grinned excitedly, motioning the guards to move the wagon back into its vault in the 5th floor.  "The thieves got away, but they left behind the money they tried to get away with.  We found a pushcart with about 3 million dollars loaded into it.  I had the guards return the money back to the vault,"  The man's voice sounded very proud of himself.


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Three guards entered the vault.  all over the vault were rows and rows of shelves protected by electronic locks.  The locks required a retina scan, an access code, and a full handprint to open.  One of the guards turned around and pat one of the other guard's backs.  "You guys finish this up, alright?"


"Yeah alright,"  The other guard said through his toxin-proof face mask.  The third guard remained silent.  The guards started taking the cash and organizing them on a table.  The guard who spoke looked at the guard who remained silent.  "Hmm... are you new?"  He asked the silent figure.


The shorter, silent guard moved his helmet to level with the other guard.  "Yep, howdy there yankee!"  The voice was female and super-cheerful.


The other guard looked stunned.  He looked closely at the money he was holding.  Instead of a president, bills had a picture of Clyde Sawyer doing a playful thumbs up.  The image winked.


"What... the... f---"  The guard said as the doors of the vault closed.  Bonnie removed her helmet and grinned at the guard.  "Nighty night!  Sucka!"  She Smashed her helmet into the guard's helmet.  He fell to the floor.  "Haha! Nice work Bonnie, you aughts win the oscars!"  The cart said before it transformed back into Clyde holding the sunflower painting.  "Thank you thank you!"  Bonnie curtsied in her guard outfit.  Clyde set the sunflower painting on a corner and spun the black card on his finger.  "Okay... time to get creative... haha..."  Clyde glowed white and transformed into a bunch of rectangular devices chained together by one long wire.  "Okay okay... I think I got this... place me on each of the locks.  In 5 seconds all of them will open sesame!"  Clyde's metallic voice said as Bonnie picked up the devices.  "You are truly a genie Clyde!"  Bonnie laughed as she placed each rectangular device on each code panel.  After a couple of seconds each one popped open and revealed tons of cash inside.  "JACKPOT!"  The said at the same time.  Clyde transformed back into himself and pulled out the tuxedo mask cape.  "Alright Bonnie help me clean everything up... It's gonna be a wonderful Christmas for us!"  Clyde laughed.  "Haha we can be santas!  Hohoho!"  She laughed as she cleaned up all the open vaults and filled the cape with money.  Clyde tied everything up creating a big red bag.


"Okay... time to go!  Woop!"  Clyde transformed into a huge gun.  


"WHOA!  HAHA!" Bonnie grabbed the huge cannon and aimed it at the wall.


"No Bonnie, Aim it to your left... there you go..."  Clyde said as Bonnie aimed it at a wall leading to the outside this time.  Bonnie pulled the trigger and the gun started to hum and vibrate.  "BRACE FOR IMPACT!"  She closed her eyes and the gun blasted a huge white beam of light... melting the reinforced wall in seconds.  "YEEE-HAW!!!!"  She celebrated as she grabbed the bag of cash and painting.  The gun transformed into a glider.  "Hurry!"  Clyde said as Bonnie got on the Glider.


The couple was soon airborne flying away from the casino... with $50million in cash in their bag and a priceless painting in Bonnie's arms.  "WHOO!"  She said as the glider took them far off into the slums of Brooklyn.


"Chrismas came early, you Brooklyn Yankees!"  She said as she reached into the bag and threw two handfuls of cash into the slums below!


"HAHA!"  The glider laughed.  "Merry Christmas!"  


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An old man lay sleeping in a tent reinforced by cardboard boxes.  He tried pulling his My Little Pony bedsheet close to his body... making his feet vulnerable to the cold.  He heard a noise and his eyes opened.


"WHO'S THERE!"  He angrily took his baseball bat trying to see in the dark.  What he saw made tears in his eyes.  


There in the shabby tent he bought with government money... was the masterpiece his wife made long ago.  He covered his mouth in happiness as he saw it.  The two sunflowers intertwined together.  "Marguerite..."  He whispered as he tried to crawl to it.  His dirty hands caught an unfamiliar texture.  He looked closer to see what he just grabbed.  It was a crisp $100 bill.  He almost died in shock when he realized the pavement he slept on was now covered with cash!  


A note was attached on the back of the painting.


"Hope you keep on livin' happily, pops... Merry Early Christmas..."  -- Red Santa and Blue Santa.

Zephyra MacNessa


About to congratulate the man, she stopped when  she jeans an explosion.  She clenched her jaw, now realizeing what happned. She went to punch the man in the face, but stopped after she raised her fist. She spoke with a cold hiss, "You find who just blew a hole in my fucking casino, and you find them quickly," she growled, now rushing off to find out how bad the damage was. 


Zephyra was now pissed. Probably more pissed off than she's ever been. 50 million. 50 fucking million stolen by some dorks dressed up like some annoying cartoon characters. But even in her anger, she was slightly impressed. Not many people have succeeded in a feat like this. But this would be the last time. 


But, she was slightly relieved, 50 million not all do the knee there in the casino, and it would certainly be easy to gain back in the next few weeks. She sighed and turned on her heel, and walked down to the floor where everyone was allowed to be, and outside. With her anger, she felt it better to better away for  her employees who rarely did anything to piss her off. Zephyra was more angry about the money that the painting, she liked it, but it was just collecting dust, so she might have let them take it if she had actually caught up with them. But for now, she wanted her men to find them. 


They had just made some very powerful enemies.

 

[IamNotLoki]

Bonnie and Clyde 


"Hahaha we did it Clyde!"  Bonnie said as she was being twirled by Clyde in a tango.  Clyde caught her in his arms.  "We really put on quite a how back there didn't we, Bonnie?"  Clyde grinned as the two danced freely in the empty, dark streets of Brooklyn.  The two locked elbows and skipped along the poorly maintained streets.  "So, what do we do with the money, Clyde?"  Bonnie asked with a clueless face.  "We gave most of it away... but we got a couple of million left..."  Clyde put a finger on his chin not knowing what to do with it either.  "What do you feel like doing right now, Bonnie?"  Clyde asked as he twirled her around once more.  Her wig flew off, revealing her light blue hair.  She took off Clyde's tophat and he immediately flicked a pocketknife-- no a comb that is folded like a pocketknife... and fixed his glorious pomp.  "I'm in the mood..." She paused o put his tophat on her head.  "For a shopping spree!"  She threw both fists up above her.  "Yeah!  I know just the place!"  Clyde said as the two ran a round like madmen.


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A young woman was just about to close the New York PokeCenter but Clyde stopped her from fully closing the door.


"Sir..."  She looked at Clyde and then at Bonnie... both were giving her the puppy dog eyes.  "Can we please shop here?"  The two asked at the exact same time.  "N-No!  I'm sorry we're closed!"  The woman said trying to back away from the couple's faces who are increasingly getting close to her own.  Clyde grinned and fanned the woman's face with a stack of money.  "Were willing to spend... a lot of money..."  Clyde whispered.  "DO YOU ACCEPT CASH!?"  Bonnie yelled out.  The woman sighed and reluctantly took the money.  "Okay... come on in..."


What happened next was a chaotic blur.  Plushies and toys being wildly pulled off the shelves.  Faces pushed on glass cases peering into the latest games.  Sounds of laughter and yelling can be heard throughout the empty store as the couple shopped around.


"HOW DO I LOOK CLYDE!? LOOK AT ME!"  Bonnie twirled around dressed up as a Pikachu.  "I think we found our next costumes!"  Clyde struck a flashy pose as he tried on a costume that looks like a Pokemon trainer.  


The couple ran to the counter and slapped a huge pile of stuff on the checkout counter.  "We'll take these!"  They said at the same time.  


"That will be--"  The young woman was cut off by the sound of a pile of crisp dollars slapping against the counter.


The couple exited the store holding a dozen bags of merchandise.  "WHOOO!  AWESOME!"  Bonnie yelled out as she walked alongside Clyde.

 

[Birdsie]

Elsa stood up from the sofa and walked in front of David.  "Alright, straightforward man.  I'll answer all your questions in order...."  She Rested her palms on his table.  "First question: How many card owners are there..."  She repeated his question.  "Technically I'm not supposed to tell anyone any information about our participants, but since I like you I'll give you a hint... there's more than 3,"  She smiled.  "Next question: How can you find them?"  She repeated his question.  "Unless you have some sort of power to detect the cards or powers being used, you got no chance of finding them.  The best way to find a person using a card is probably just asking them..."  She pinched the end of a lock of her hair.  "Next question: What's the purpose of us having these cards.  Here's the simple answer... we want to see what you do with them,"  She smirked.  "Humans are very complicated creatures... the only way to observe them properly is to conduct actual tests..."  Elsa sighed.  "Last question:  What is my phone number..."  She winked.  "I'm afraid you have to try harder than that, Tiger..."


She backed off from the desk and gracefully moved back to the area where the sofas and couches faced each other.  She looked at the TV... now showing Johnny Test.  She wonders why someone David's age would watch something like that.  "Your tastes are amusing, David.... very amusing..."  

David Corrigan


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


"What can I say? I like my cartoons." David shook his head from the right to the left, with eye movements that followed. "So I have a deal for you, Ms..." David paused, his eyes widening in realization. "Excuse me, what was your name again? I believe we forgot the introduction." David took a brief pause to breathe, and continued. "David Corrigan, but I think you already know that." pointing his finger to himself. David's other hand was still, yet slowly slithering under his desk and he could feel the shiny, red button not so far away. Wheter or not Elsa introduced herself, David would continue on his previous offer. "So, I have a deal for you. One offer that you'd likely not want to refuse. How about you... tell me a little more about the Olympus Group... just the essential information. You know: supply lines, phone numbers, locations, members. And, perhaps, give me a little more info on the black cards... and in exchange... I'll give you: Hmmm... what could a naughty girl like you want? A puppy? A small loan of a million dollars? Revived parents?" David kept listing possible rewards for Elsa. "I can give you ANYTHING!"

 

[Safety Hammer]

Zephyra MacNessa 


"As much as I'd like to continue out little chat, I really must be-" She was interrupted by another call from the casino. She cocked her eyebrow and told DNA her brother to meet her at Candyland before hanging up on him, and taking the other call. "Ma'am there seems to be a break in on the sixth floor," Is what she was met with. With that, the woman hailed a taxi, telling them to hurry to the casino. She wanted to see what was going on. 


When she got there, everything seemed fine when she got there, a few of the girls did come and ask her what was wring hmm where she kindly brushed them off telling them not to worry. Zephyra quickly made her way to the security room just in time to catch their little speach. "Did they just quote team Rocket from Pokémon?" She muttered, watching them from the cameras. 


The woman sighed, deciding she should head up. It's been while sighed once someone actually  role in, which stopped around the time she took over. She grabbed on of the guards guns, not like he was gonna use it he was sleeping, and made her way up to the 6th floor. It was odd they'd choose that floor, nothing much there but things her parents bought. Paintings and such, nothing interesting like on the other floors. 


Zephyra walked around the 6th floor alone, really wondering why they'd choose this floor. Eventually, she found herself just staring out a window cause she got bored trying to find them. And then absent mindly started to hum.


@IamNotLoki @Safety Hammer

Art grumbled to himself, and took a sip from his mug of coffee. This usually happened whenever he had plans with his sister. He looked outside at the window at the busy Manhattan street and sighed. Every person that walked by had somewhere to be and something to do. All of them had a story and a family. And here he was, sitting in a small diner, waiting for his sister.


"Sir, would you like something to eat?" A waitress that was bordering on seventy years-old said in a kindly voice, flipping open a yellow notepad, and clicking a small green pen.


Art was quiet for a second, thinking about his response. "Sure. I'll have... I'll have the half-pound burger, an order of fries, and a cola." The waitress nodded, and scribbled down his order, before leaving to give it to the cook.

 

[IamNotLoki]

David Corrigan


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


"What can I say? I like my cartoons." David shook his head from the right to the left, with eye movements that followed. "So I have a deal for you, Ms..." David paused, his eyes widening in realization. "Excuse me, what was your name again? I believe we forgot the introduction." David took a brief pause to breathe, and continued. "David Corrigan, but I think you already know that." pointing his finger to himself. David's other hand was still, yet slowly slithering under his desk and he could feel the shiny, red button not so far away. Wheter or not Elsa introduced herself, David would continue on his previous offer. "So, I have a deal for you. One offer that you'd likely not want to refuse. How about you... tell me a little more about the Olympus Group... just the essential information. You know: supply lines, phone numbers, locations, members. And, perhaps, give me a little more info on the black cards... and in exchange... I'll give you: Hmmm... what could a naughty girl like you want? A puppy? A small loan of a million dollars? Revived parents?" David kept listing possible rewards for Elsa. "I can give you ANYTHING!"

Elsa looked stunned at the fact that she didn't introduce herself.  "Ah... How careless of me.  Apologies.  You can call me Elsa,". She smiled cheerfully.  "N-naughty girl?" Elsa covered her mouth to hide her amused smile before bursting out in condescending laughter.  "I must say, David, you are quite the character.  No need to offer me anything, I'll freely provide you with information about the Olympus Group, it's part of my job to inform the participants after all. Lets start with your question of supply lines.  As you can see, we are not like your typical business organization.  We actually have no supply lines... We have no need for them.  Same with telephone numbers.  Our agents have private phone numbers, but our agency doe not provide us with business lines.  We like to keep our own contact information to ourselves so I wouldn't know the phone numbers of the other members.  We don't need phone anyways because we have members with very powerful black cards that act as our method of communication. Much safer than phones.  I know some members but not all.  A lot of us work anonymously and use aliases.  The person I work for goes by Pierre,". She counted her fingers to make sure she answers everything thoroughly.  "Alright, let me start by telling you something you might not know about the black cards already,". She smirked. "The cards chooses its user, not the other way around.  There are some people who are compatible with some cards and some who are not.  This means if someone who is compatible with your card touches it, you lose all your powers and they gain all your powers.  Also, this might be very important so listen carefully.  It's possible to be compatible with two black cards and own both.  However you can only bond with one black card at a time.  Meaning if you just touched card A, you must touch card B to gain card B's powers... But you will need to touch card A again to get card A's powers back.  Also I should warn you to do this sparingly.  Some gods are jealous and will refuse to be compatible with a user who switches cards frequently.  So using more than one card has the risk of possibly losing both cards! If you have any further questions about the cards, I'll answer them,". Elsa smirked.  "I don't know if you know this... But I am Maphistopheles' previous owner... So I know the tricks it can do,". She smiled wistfully. "Mephistopheles already offered me the world before he offered it to you..."  She crossed her arms elegantly.  "That card is tricky, I hope you use it wisely,"

 

[Birdsie]

Elsa looked stunned at the fact that she didn't introduce herself.  "Ah... How careless of me.  Apologies.  You can call me Elsa,". She smiled cheerfully.  "N-naughty girl?" Elsa covered her mouth to hide her amused smile before bursting out in condescending laughter.  "I must say, David, you are quite the character.  No need to offer me anything, I'll freely provide you with information about the Olympus Group, it's part of my job to inform the participants after all. Lets start with your question of supply lines.  As you can see, we are not like your typical business organization.  We actually have no supply lines... We have no need for them.  Same with telephone numbers.  Our agents have private phone numbers, but our agency doe not provide us with business lines.  We like to keep our own contact information to ourselves so I wouldn't know the phone numbers of the other members.  We don't need phone anyways because we have members with very powerful black cards that act as our method of communication. Much safer than phones.  I know some members but not all.  A lot of us work anonymously and use aliases.  The person I work for goes by Pierre,". She counted her fingers to make sure she answers everything thoroughly.  "Alright, let me start by telling you something you might not know about the black cards already,". She smirked. "The cards chooses its user, not the other way around.  There are some people who are compatible with some cards and some who are not.  This means if someone who is compatible with your card touches it, you lose all your powers and they gain all your powers.  Also, this might be very important so listen carefully.  It's possible to be compatible with two black cards and own both.  However you can only bond with one black card at a time.  Meaning if you just touched card A, you must touch card B to gain card B's powers... But you will need to touch card A again to get card A's powers back.  Also I should warn you to do this sparingly.  Some gods are jealous and will refuse to be compatible with a user who switches cards frequently.  So using more than one card has the risk of possibly losing both cards! If you have any further questions about the cards, I'll answer them,". Elsa smirked.  "I don't know if you know this... But I am Maphistopheles' previous owner... So I know the tricks it can do,". She smiled wistfully. "Mephistopheles already offered me the world before he offered it to you..."  She crossed her arms elegantly.  "That card is tricky, I hope you use it wisely,"

David Corrigan


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


"Elsa, huh?..." David asked, grinning. "Next thing you tell me is that you have a sister called Anna, and that het husband has a reindeer." Referencing the disney movie. He listened to her words carefully, and was glad that her explantation took so much time. "I'm pretty sure that Mr. Trickster knew what he was doing when he chose me for the job." David's hand finally reached the red button and pressed it. An alarm was sent to the gangsters stationed in a back alley behind the parlor. He just had to play the waiting game with her, and it wouldn't be too long anyway. "So, do you like... Oh, I don't know. See the cards? You must have found me somehow? Unless it was you that delivered it to my doorstep." David glanced at the watch on his hand with the corner of his eye to see. David smirked at Elsa tauntingly, feeling confident that he had already won.