Realistic or Modern Reapers Saviors

[Mercy Anne]

"Claire" she said simply. "Glad to have you aboard. Here, let me show you around"


She took him around the building, showing him everything that was important. The place was too big to give him a full tour. He could do that on his own. She showed him where he could train, where he could shoot, where he could cook, and where he could relax. She also showed him where rooms were available, in case he hadn't found a decent place to live or couldn't afford a place to live yet. She explained to him that the Saviors were paid a stipend each month, enough to survive in the city, though not as much as the Reapers made. However, those in charge made sure to provide anything their members may need. There was even a weapons room with weapons that anyone could borrow at anytime.


"I know it's a lot to take in" she said once they had circled back around to the office. "You'll get used to it once you've been here for a while. Any questions?"

 

[Gh0st]

As usual, Daniel carefully observed every room she showed him. As they walked along, he made note of the most important rooms. The training rooms, weapons rooms, and living quarters were the once he paid the most attention to. Daniel had decided that it would be best for him to move in to the Headquarters instead of taking the long walk from his new apartment which was nothing compared to this. Besides, he could save the little money he earned by moving in. He was surprised to hear that they were paid, but glad to know that he'd have money.


"Only one" Daniel said replying to what she asked. "What is it exactly that we do to get paid?" he asked. Growing up with morals of the Japanese, taking someone's money without somehow earning it was disgraceful to him.

 

[EvilLaugh]

"Obviously to kill." Vyncent stepped out of the shadows, an uncaring expression on his face. All the while he was silent, eluding the attention of the new comer, the blonde and the arrogant savior who dared believe that he could dodge something he shot at him. Not my fault if you end up with a bullet in your back. He thought as he recalled that conversation, but now was not the time."We do what the Reapers do, except to them before they do it to us, or any other hapless victim they would come across." Maybe it was not so bad that the blonde served as welcoming committee, she did a better job than certainly he would have done, but it was time for cold hard truth. "They kill whoever they see fit, we end them before they get to do what they want.

 

[Gh0st]

Daniel turned around, his right hand automatically on the hilt of his sword ready to draw. Realizing it was another Savior, he let go of the hilt and let his arm drop by his side. This new arrival was much more different then the rest Daniel noticed. Daniel preferred his straightforwardness, it was much more easier to deal with.


"I figured as much" he said. "I don't have a problem with that" Daniel admitted. However, he couldn't help noticing the hypocrisy of it all. To stop the Reapers killing they had to kill them. In a sense, it was almost poetic. But the way Daniel saw it all was simple, it was survival. That was just fine with him.

 

[Mercy Anne]

"Yes" Claire said. "We kill, if put simply. We kill those heartless beasts before they murder the innocent for no apparent rhyme or reason. We also help the less fortunate when we can- we provide food, blankets, and anything else we can afford to give. Well, I know I do at least. I'm not sure about everyone else here, though there are others like me who want to help in ways other than killing. But, we do what we must to keep the innocent safe. Lord knows the police won't do a damn thing. They're scared to death of the Reapers."


She leaned over and pulled another gun out of her boot. "I've killed six reapers with this gun alone. And I've enjoyed every bit of it. Trust me, nothing feels better than watching a demon fall. Well, almost nothing..." she winked. She was well known for her flirtatious behavior and she often used it to her advantage to lure reapers to her with their guards down.

 

[EvilLaugh]

"Good, for a second there I thought I would have to kill you." Vyncent replied evenly, noticeably shifting to holster the pistol already trained on Daniel's torso. He didn't think anyone was aware of it at first, probably why no one reacted to it. "I would have hated cleaning these floors a second time. If we're going to be showing off to the new kid though,do not do so in front of me. Dimitrus might have been the eldest of us but I killed the most.Fifteen during the first month on the job, and probably several dozen before I even became a Savior. To help the innocent is... a cause I can get behind as well." He said with a tinge of melancholy in his voice before turning to them. "Anything else?"

 

[Gh0st]

Daniel listened to Claire as she spoke. Clearly, she had a past with the Reapers and the boy as well. That made it more clear as to why they were doing this all. However, the girl seemed to be driven by other motives as well. It appeared that she had a kind heart. Whenever she winked at Daniel, he simply slightly nodded barely responding to the obviously flirtatious behavior. Daniel wasn't really the kind of guy that thought about women or things of that sort.


Daniel was glad to see that the boy was holstering his weapon. With that kind of reaction, he'd be useful in combat. The fact that he had killed so many did not surprise Daniel. In fact, he had suspected it.


"I've killed the type of man you described. A demon without soul, but that was a long time ago" he told Claire when she explained the nature of the Reapers. "I've also lived with one" he added.

 

[Mercy Anne]

"You'll need to know how to identify the reapers. They're rather easy to spot once you figure it out. Some of them are harder to see than others, though. The longer they've been reapers, the more dead they become. You can see it in their eyes, if you're looking close enough. Though, to help and be certain we are killing the right people, we keep tabs on those we suspect of being reapers. They're in the filing cabinets in the office, if you care to look them over. I do every night." she returned the gun she had in her hand to its hidden holster in her boot. "Now, gentlemen, I must be off. I am picking up some leftover bread from Ms. Gloria, if you care to join me. If not, I shall see all of you soon, I hope."


She smiled her gleaming smile once more and then headed back down the stairs to the front door. She grabbed her hooded jacket on the way out and made her way down the streets towards Ms Gloria's bakery. Once a week, she would sell the leftover bread from the night before to Claire for half price so that she could give it to the needy.


The streets were full of hungry, helpless people, reaching out and begging for money, food, anything. Claire wished she could help them all, but she was poor as well. All of her money was spent on ammunition to protect them, and for the most part that was the best she could do.

 

[Bryant]

Damien decided he would stroll the streets with his spare time. He hopped back into his car and sped out the gate. He returned his car back into its rightful spot in the parking garage. After covering it and fastening down the tarp, he made his way to his favorite bakery. Ms. Gloria made the best bread he had ever tasted.


"Mr. Darrel!" Ms. Gloria exclaimed when he entered. Anyone who had come to know him knew him by his falsified name, Kyle Darrel. Damien half smiled as he entered, knowing she knew his true identity. He had admitted it to her a while ago, and she had simply hugged him and told him she understood his struggle. She never judged him, and never betrayed him by revealing his true being..


"How are you doing, ma'am?" he asked politely.


She was already packing up a fresh loaf for him. "I am doing well, thank you" Her feeble hands struggled to tie the package together.


"Here, let me" he said kindly as he finished tying it for her. She smiled. He handed her $20 in 5's as a thank you for the bread. "Oh, son no. You needn't give me so much. It's only $3 a loaf." With shaky elderly hands she tried to hand him back most of his money. Damien simply closed her hand around the crumpled bills and said "Please. It's my gift to you for being so kind to a man like me."


"We all must do what we can to survive, dear." she said simply, pocketing his generous gift before patting his hand as a friendly gesture.

 

[Mercy Anne]

As Claire approached the bakery, she noticed a tall, well built man with dark hair covering part of his face. Though, it didn't cover it enough to hide his empty look. He was too in the open, though, for her to make any sort of move. She also didn't recognize his face from the files. She found that strange, that a man so dead inside was not a marked reaper.


He entered the bakery and Claire slipped in behind him. She stayed at the door and tried to listen in to their conversation as best she could. He seemed to be rather well mannered, which she found odd. She was sure he was one of them. Even Ms. Gloria knew him by his name, and Ms. Gloria was a good judge of character. She seemed happy to see him, and he happy to see her. She noticed him hand her a rather large amount of money. $20 was 1/2 a month's rent at many apartments. That was strange. He didn't seem like a wealthy man. Then their voices got so low over the counter that she could no longer hear their conversation, so she casually made her way up to the counter in an attempt to catch what they were saying, but the conversation was already over.


"Ms. Raphenel, are you here for your order?" she asked, turning from the tall, rather handsome man. She found herself blushing as she looked at him, so she quickly turned away before he could notice. "Yes ma'am" she said as she put the money on the counter in exchange for three loaves of bread. "Thank you" she said as she turned to leave with her packages, glancing over her shoulder once more at the strange man.

 

[EvilLaugh]

Vyncent followed, from a respectful distance mind you, his weapons hidden and his countenance, repelling. He was the image of a bonafide reaper as he stalked the streets behind the woman. That the reason he was able to kill so many of them in the first place, he looked so much like them that they would eventually approach him. They would eventually introduce themselves as such, why he had not clue, and he puts a bullet in them next time they meet. Not even a telekinetic can stop a bullet they don't see. But that was again a thought for another time, he was about to do charity work. His parents always told him to be kind to others, especially who needed it more than most, and so even if no one could see, he would honor that request. Then he saw the reaper, one he recognized

 

[Bryant]

Damien saw the way she looked at him out of the corner of his eye. He hadn't seen a girl look at him like that since..no, he wouldn't torture himself by thinking of her. He realized her hands were full as she made her way to the door. His long legs made him faster than her, so he quickly went to the door and held it open for her. She was beautiful. Her eyes were bright and her hair fell perfectly around her shoulders. He noticed her cheeks were a little red, but he figured that was just from the cold. He tried to look as alive as possible as she walked past him, and then he saw another man standing outside the shop. He looked like a fellow reaper, however Damien had never seen him at HQ before. He eyed him suspiciously, not sure what to think of him. He decided it best not to cause a scene in such a populated part of the city so he simply turned the other way, keeping his hand on the gun in his pocket in case the need should arise. But, he couldn't help it and he looked over his shoulder to catch another glimpse of the girl.

 

[EvilLaugh]

Interesting. He thought, judging the reaction of both Claire and the man who helped her out. Politely he approached them, not with a smile but with a far more neutral expression. "You need a hand Miss Raphenel?" He asked with a polite tone, before taking the bag. "Thanks for helping her out, she can bite of more than she can chew at times." He said almost sincerely, still keeping up a lifeless but polite facade.

 

[PKCV2]

With a lackluster goodbye, Ash entered the Reaper headquarters, ready to get her money. Stepping inside, the interior still had her staring in awe as she had only been inside the mansion a few number of times. Gold, marble, and everything in between lined the walls and furniture. Beautiful and abstract paintings hung from the walls, statues and stone busts stood on display, and the occasional guard or Reaper, whether they were at posts, patrolling, or wandering, they still contributed to the grandeur of the mansion. Her destination was a room on the second floor.


Ash bounded up a set of winding stairs, two steps at a time, reaching the top in record time of 8 seconds. Walking through the halls and rounding corners, she came to a door that stood at the end of a hallway, two guards positioned on either side of the door stopped her for identification. Fortunately they weren't as anal as the front gate guards about inspection as they let her through without so much as a pat-down to which she gratefully nodded as she pushed open the door and stepped inside. A man in a pinstripe suit sat at a desk, looking like the true image of a mafia man, when he spoke his voice was calm, laced with confidence, an air of fierce intelligence surrounded him.


"Ah. You're back much earlier than I had expected."


The man almost lacked any emotion in his tone, something Ash still had to get used to.


"Oh yeah, some Reaper gave me a ride...had a really nice car."


The sound of the same vehicle roared to life, muffled from the walls of the mansion but loud enough to hear it depart.


"Alright then, the matter of your pay and next job is still to be discussed so let's get right to it. Here is your pay...and come back in two days for your next job. That is all."


Ash took the roll of money, quickly counting it out...70 dollars. She looked at him in slight annoyance but got up and started out the room. His voice called out from behind her, still devoid of emotion.


"If you really want reassurance...you have been slowly proving your worth, keep this up and you'll be on your way to the serum."


Knowing this was the best compliment she was going to get, Ash shrugged her shoulders and exited the mansion, making her way back to the city, pulling the hood from her light, maroon jacket over her head, muttering and sulking as she did so.


"70 dollars...and that guy gets an awesome car."

 

[Mercy Anne]

Claire was surprised when the man hurried to open the door for her. She wasn't sure at first, but then she smiled sheepishly and quietly thanked him as she scurried past him. He was much taller than her and made her feel quite small as she passed him. She nodded at Vyncent when he took her bags as a thank you. Looking back at the strange man, she felt the need to pull out her gun that instant and shoot him in the back as he walked away, but he had been so kind to her...


When he looked back over his shoulder, his hand obviously on a weapon, she instinctively reached for hers. "I don't trust him..." she muttered to Vyncent, not sure what to think.

 

[Gh0st]

Daniel decided against tagging along with Claire and the other boy. Instead, he heads out to the city and towards what would soon become his old apartment. As he walked there, he passed a bakery and spotted his fellow Saviors. Clearly, the boy was sticking to the shadows not wanting to be seen. This didn't surprise Daniel, he seemed to be that type of person.


Initially, Daniel planned on walking past them and grabbing his bag from his old apartment to move into the HQ. However, something seemed wrong. Claire and the boy seemed tense. Following his instincts, Daniel walked over to them and joined them.


"What's going on?" he asked keeping his tone very low so that only they could hear him.

 

[ModernRanger]

Dimitrius walked by them, he pretended to drop a package and as he bent down to retrieve it he growled from between his teeth."Get moving all of you, you are making yourselves a target and also looking very suspicious. Split before you draw attention to yourself and get yourselves marked."

 

[Mercy Anne]

Claire nodded towards the man whose figure was fading away into the crowded streets. "There was something off about him.." she said to the men. "I feel like I've seen him before, too...but he's not from any of our files." she removed her hand from her gun and added, "I think he's one of them, though...that look he had...he wasn't human. And...he was very warm when I walked past him, if that makes any sense. It was like walking past a heater...I wonder...." her voice trailed off as she became deep in thought. She knew something was off with him...he wasn't fully alive...but if he had been a reaper for that long they would have known by now...or would they? She was baffled.

 

[EvilLaugh]

"He's a reaper, it's natural. You could say its kind of my fault that he became one because of a mistake I made." He said as he walked with the bread. "Where to?" He looked at her with a questioning look. He did come out to help her in her endeavor and he could not just give away bread, it would be counter productive. So he waited on her. Demi, he almost let lose a quite chuckle down when he thought this, said they needed to move, and move they would.

 

[Bryant]

Damien was forced to stop only a block away from the small group. His leg began to burn as it tried once more to heal itself properly. He leaned up against the wall and got the weight off his leg as his fist pounded the brick building from the pain. He grabbed a hold of his thigh and tried to keep his mind off the pain as best he could until it finally went away. He pulled a cig from his pocket and sat on the stoop of the building he was at to have a smoke and try to calm his nerves before he did something he would regret.

 

[Mercy Anne]

Claire shook off her thoughts and said, "perhaps Dimitrius is right. We shouldn't stay in the same spot for this long. And we do have to work to do, you're right." She motioned for Vyncent to follow her. "Today, I'm taking the bread to one of the orphanages. They've had a food shortage lately." she told him. The orphanage was only a few blocks away and was located in a building that leaned from years of gravity pulling on its heavier side. She didn't even bother to knock on the door, but rather just let herself in. The children knew her and the ones that had the energy to ran up and hugged her joyfully. They also hugged Vyncent when they saw him carrying their supper. The lady in charge came up with a tear in her eye as she thanked the two of them over and over again for the bread, happy that her children would be able to eat this day.

 

[ModernRanger]

Dimitrius stood and continued walking, passing by Daniel he whispered."Go back to HQ I have some matters to review with you before we can officially make you a member of the Saviors." Then Dimirtrius was gone, almost like he had disappeared into thin air.

 

[EvilLaugh]

He almost broke into a smile, instead just affectionately rubbed the head of a young girl before setting the bread on the table. He looked around the shabby room, dirty and messy, but to him, with all the people here happy, at least for the moment, it was beautiful. He reached into his pockets and pulled out his wallet, discreetly passing a $50 bill to the lady. "Keep them fed for as long as you can, we'll be back when we can." He said with a stoic tone, but his eye, it was always the eyes, betrayed him. They were tender the moment he closed his hand around hers and looked back at Claire with hard calculating orbs of light purple. "So what now?" He whispered. "We still have to attend the boy's initiation."

 

[Mercy Anne]

"Yes" she said "We should head back and finish things up." She gave the children another hug and told them all to be good. She then hugged the lady in charge saying "We will be back as soon as possible. Take good care of them." She followed Vyncent back to HQ, shivering by the time they got back. Luckily, HQ was always kept well heated in the winter, and so she was able to warm up quickly once inside. She hadn't initiated many people in her time here, since she was almost always out when new people arrived, so she looked to the men to lead.

 

[Gh0st]

Daniel nodded upon hearing Dimitrius' order, but before he headed back to HQ he went to his old apartment. Grabbing his bag, which contained the very little possesions he owned, Daniel headed back to HQ. As he walked he spotted the suspicious boy from before. He was smoking a cigarette peacefully by himself.


Being the rational person he was, Daniel kept on walking to HQ. He knew that if he attacked him in any way it could endanger lives. Besides, he was new to the Saviors, he didn't know how they operated yet. With that, Daniel made it back to the HQ, his bag in his hand as he entered. Dropping off his bag in one of the available, empty room he waited in the living room for the other boy.