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Mustering of the minds
Eric sat across from Morgan. Both partaking in a vintage bottle of ' Louie'.
"That Cognac is $10, 000 Eric." Morgan states while swirling the double-shot glass.
Erics eyes widen some and says:
"Tastes smooth, but the finish ...it tastes [sign in to see URL]!"
Morgan pauses blank faced.
"....paper?" He asks with curious taunt.
Eric nods....
"Success [sign in to see URL]. "
 Takes the shot like a heathen.
Morgan wants to explain the importance of the components involved in making such delectible Cognac. And that Louis XIII black pearl is no slouch bottom shelfer. But Morgan knew better. Though HE had reserved the finer measures in life with grace. He knew Eric was far more gruff.
" New additions to the business are coming along. Hired help is NEVER this consistant? IM impressed?"
Morgan nods slowly while sipping the fine liquor. Savoring it before swallowing.
"Less bank heists, and more legitimate dealings?" Morgan asked.
"I'd say so. Once they are streamlined some. But I have an ear to a certain Art Gallery in Midtown. I could fence it in Burnley easily." Grim (Eric) begins.
Though Morgan hears Grims pitch through, he hides his concern.
"I'm sure it'll be lucrative. I'm here if you need a hand."
Eric nods. And then randomly:
"I can't get a hold of Berenice."

Morgan thrown off by the mention of their team mate, friend and often Erics love interest.
"[sign in to see URL] know the deal. She's "modeling" and enterprising the Hoods brand worldwide. [sign in to see URL] can't fall in love in our bus...." Morgan consoles with tough love.
" [sign in to see URL] ...come on brother?"Eric poorly denies the friendly accusation. Though clearly true, Eric was far from open about his love for Gravitic Girl (Berenice).
Morgan [sign in to see URL] exclaims with his hands out wide beside him.
"You brought it up man? Haha" he'd tease.
Eric would gather his composure, and hastefully change the mood of the subject.
"Durgan's Doll" he would state, though Morgan hadn't caught the mentioning.
"The piece. A painting from the renaissance period. It [sign in to see URL] her. The idea. A gift, ya [sign in to see URL] figured I'd grab it and send it out maybe?"
Morgans concern stirred only on Eric's mentioning of fencing it prior, then truly wanting to send it abroad?
"Fence it man. You will raise flags trying to haul that to her?" Morgan plead while Eric thought silently.
"[sign in to see URL] have some 'dimensional'
Dealings to take care of. We need your [sign in to see URL] will be other fish in the sea man." Morgan relates.
They shared silence for a few then another shot of the cognac.
"Cheers?" Morgan offered Eric.
"Cheers!" Eric returned.




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Shrouded Enemies.(Grim Shroud's intro)


Shrouded Enemies
 Assassins come in every possible package. I've done the work myself, though relent most often due to my preference of up close and personal life stealing. Two even weighted blades in my hands are Euphoric. The dance just spills forth. Mixing style stance, and rhythm. Flowery presentation, when blade fighting requires a concentrated adaptability. 'Ad-libbing' as needed. Predictability will get you maimed, or most likely killed.
       While staring at an office computer monitor. I found my assassin. Or more so, he presented himself. Shadow arts of deception. Literally swallowing, and repurposing the element of darkness. As a tool and covering. It moved like an amoeba. Occasionally force shaping an implied killing device from its inky black ichor like embodiment. As if sonething Lovecraftian in origin. Lightning fast, it moved about the surfaces of gloomy darkness that hung in the room. Had I offered a light, it may have be er n relinquished. But without time for strategy, I was assaulted.
    I could feel my metabolism, in overhaul.
Razor sharp tendrils adhered to my flesh. Taking back in retreat, with it a bit-part of me. As if syphoning my very being. Lu ttle, by little. Foolishly, I charged at my rival. It took little time for it, to completely blanket me. Within a cacoon of stasis, it fed from my memories. As if symbiotically attaching itself to my experiences virtually? Once it sated its hunger. It leapt from me. As though I were carrion. Ruined of my previously worthy flavor? It seemed desperate though. As though it couldn't devour my existing immunities. The virus inside of me, that conveniently grants me oh so much ability. Refuses its leaching?
    A new host, ripe and unassuming becomes available to my nemesis. A poor and oblivious pssserby. The pain upon the man so immediate, was tormenting and torturous. His body hadn't the inpenereratrable failsafe I did.
Joints stiffly contorting, gnashing his muscles. He went through a state of puppeted contortions. A genetic bond occured, unbeknownst the naked eye. But clearly, whatever the nature of that feral predator was, It grew tired of part time "help".
    



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Crucibles of the Past


Within the Hoods Headquarters in Burnley, Gotham. Searching through his personal effects and documents. Eric Falsborne came across an old and weathered dosssier. A familiar symbol on its front, but solely [sign in to see URL] well as red stamp of Classified across its center. Reads the contents inside:

~ "The Krypteia had been an elusively 'Dark ' and privately administered organization. (Drawing its theme and name from ancient greek origin)One didn't "join", per se. One was raised into it. Unlike terror cells, or assassin leagues. The Krypteia had been a 'Black Operation" both politically as well militarily. (Ancient Spartans would secretly convene a watch, or secret police authority to see to certain agendas)
Agents, or more appropriately... "Spartans" were bred to be absolute in peak performance, ability, and execution. War division or the "Grip-Ogoge" was primarily the advanced position Krypteian Spartans. Most of which had been spawned and utilized through science and conditioning. Training from infancy, and sometimes in Utero. A method delicate in acknowledgememt to most of the "free world". Few Spartans were within these ranks. Most of which held particular titles. Until said spartans had fallen. The title would remain therein.

One particular wildcard had been the Phalanx project. "Grim-1" had been defined and categorized as dangerously eratic in its creation.
     From test tube to battlefield. An entire department of 'Phalanx' projects had been
Procreated. 301 in fact case studies of cloned life. Redesigned, configured and programmed before conception. Helix Alpha been said donor. Which had been a predesignated cadre of host selected dna. Coupled with both perfected as well as experimental procedures.
 301 of world class soldiers were born......"~

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"The bids in. It was put in under LesHood LLC. The lawyer Keller put the paperwork together. We have a lot to catch up [sign in to see URL] of business matters." Eric would hang the phone up. Calling Berenice's number and talking into the voicemail had been routine. Though, her return was nearing. He still felt it necessary to keep the communication going.
  " LesHood LLC" was just one of the few newly formed business endevours the criminal group had legitimized. Hoping to cut out 'middle man hucksters' and two-bit hacks. The Hoods were enterprising.

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Meeting of the staff


Table Talk
 A hologram danced at the center of the rounded expensive conference table. State of the art projection. Definition was high end pixelation. Her hair and makeup was clearly professional perfection. As well as a particular charm within her masked eyes. The blue and near ivory costuming were an alternate scheme. But Erik preffered her green and white get up. (As he always suggested)
"Gentlemen..." Gravitic Girl spoke to the attending personel.
"...and Ladies." She continued, with a trademark smile. Morgan and Erik headed the table. Though the projection had spherical view, equal on all sides. Bad Ohman shifted in his seat some. Not entirely knowing his boss well. Biting his lower lip some in curiousity. He looked to Grim for some sort of idea what was at hand. Loathing the fact he was in the dark. Ironically, Morgan sat deeply back in to the dark. Hus leaning chair extended back. His eyes 'tore' through that dark, with crackling arcs of electrical current, within each eye socket. Only for his own amusement. Berenice(Gravitic Girl) shot him a cocked eyebrow momentarily. Then continued:
" My have WE grown! Hi Star! Its good to see the team isn't locked [sign in to see URL] worst! "
Star Glare's smile beamed, while she waved kiddishly back at the projection.
"I have managed to enterprise our brand intercontinentally as well. Dark Lytning and Grim will brief you further on these things. Also, Bad Ohman has taken a great deal of responsibility in Gotham business as well. Between he and Miss Keller, our book work is clear and legitimate. "
Gravitic continued briefing the entire conference room of Hoods affiliates and membership. Most of the members had been so obscure, they were strangers to some. But within the Hoods. Every player had their detail. Be it miniscule or major. Each cog turned the wheel. THAT was Hoods brand.
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'Richard ' wagging

          'DEATHSTROKE'. A name not to be rivaled. Fear is usually associated with its mentioning. So upon hearing his apparent arrival in Gotham. It more than caused a buzz. Deadshot had perhaps a similiar effect. But he maintains a greater level of quiet.
           Apparently the capes caused a stir. And the old "Battle Axe" needed to show them WHO exactly IS the world's greatest mercenery. Rumor mills stir that Robin had a face off with him? (he lackey of the Bat.) Needless to say, the "Oldman" did US more than a favor by taking the vigilantes attention. An ample time in fact to inport an enormous supply of artillery and munitions. Utilizing the 'high alert' of city wide authority. Harbor police and customs were at an all time low. And little to zero interaction with them at the Freightyards. This window of oportunity enabled exporting to Star, Keystone, and Coast. Our supply coming directly from Ukrainian factions outside of Crimea. (A contigent seeking american currency desperately.)
    With Morgan fully engulfed in classified matters. Keller helmed logistics, and the trivial paperwork doctoring to better conceal the LLC's paper trail. Bad Ohman facilitating most of the direct 'legitimate' business management. Allowed for sone of our newer members to step up. I've been grooming Alicia for greater responsibilities. As well as laying ground work for Regan. These newer facets of our 'umbrella" pyramid system allows for particular basis to take place. Instead of paying up to one figurehead. It filters into the co-op conglonerate.
     

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growing pains


  Thunder followed the very evident light show. Atop the Brimmer building of Burnley. A 'vacant' building on the outside had been an elaborately created hideout compound for burnleys own organization, The Hoods. Electricity coursed atop the plexi-plas garment. An attributed fabric meshed with multiple components of both orthodox and otherwise appropriate materials, to formulate a corralled conductor. Streamlined for flight, as well as recoordinating the manifested electro-kinetic energy his body played leach to.
"Grim, the suit fits like a glove!" Dark Lytning responded into the Hoodscomm.
"I figured. The mix between my old prototype and your workings complimented each other." Erik Falsborne (better known as 'Grim Phalanx') added.
"The love fest between you two gags me!" Bad Ohman chirped in across town. A long time companion and accomplice of the pair.
"You sure wish Ohm." Dark teased back, while entering in the security pin, and retinal scan. The rooftop entry was a lot of the members preffered entrance. Once in, he uncloaked his masking. And controlled his crackling poeer to a subsided buzz. The cooldown took years of manipulation, and patient control. Something which the Hood had worked at long before his affiliation here.
   Below, within a work space particuliar him. Erik made adjustments on his modified kevlar coated costume.( Since needing armoring after his near fatal incident, Which found his supposed [sign in to see URL]. manipulations were in disarray.)
   A humming came from out in the hallway of the headquarters. Moments later, the attractive yet expired femme fatale hovered at the workrooms threshold.
"Whatcha doin'??" Jane said in a sing song manner. A cracking smile crested her dull palar. The ichor hue still shown a bit rosey. Though the girl was but a portrait of a sad days tale. Trendy fashionable, the corpse scream queen made about as nimble and sturdy as any living human being. However, aside the living botanical presence she seemed to manifest about her and any place she so desired. Jane was dead.
  Erik smiled to his "partner in crime".
" Well [sign in to see URL] I plan on being less executable, as I am [sign in to see URL] need to armor up."
   She looked about his work bench and tool racks. Seeing the devices more in a carnal and torturous fashion. She grew bored easily and expressed it aggressively.
"I'M BOOOORED!?" she sighed. At which point Dark arrived, in the near diving suit prototype design, he donned.
Jane smiled and waved excitedly at Dark, then looked back at the pliers hanging on the wall with exploring interest. Erik nodded to Morgan, and then slung the Phalanx chestpiece upon the modeling dummy. He pulled the desert eagle pistol, from his shoulder holster once back to the bench. Looking BACK to displayed armor, he aimed and cracked off teo shots. Center point mass the calibre rocked the mounted stand. Re-holstered, he approached his handiwork, eith satisfied amusement.
    Morgans ears ringing, he was used to the sudden madcap antics of his peers. Jane neither cared, nor reacted to the gunshots so close. Her mind was filled with retribution, mayhem and payback. Now holding the plying device tool, she walked off to entertain herself more.
 Morgan followed her exit with his eyes as he waited to talk with Grim.
"So what's the verdict?" Dark asked Grim.
"Huh? [sign in to see URL], Jane. Well..." he responded, then paused.
"Janes dead, man. But jeez she just so damned adorable!" He added with adoration, and truth. Erik mended the weaker areas on his gear.
They shared a laugh long and hard. And then continued with their idle conversation.
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Burnley Harbor, Port docks.
  

   Black Armani, head to toe. The black shades doubled as a monitor screen for REMUS database fed HUD.(as well as camera feed ) The nearly unnoticeable ear bud, fit gently into his ear. (A micro phone receiver, and speaker in laid.) Erik awaited the late night arrival of the "cargo". Moments passed, and the agenda was met. A man dressed in finer atire than Erik wore, gracefully walked the length of the ships tarmac. A smile worn upon hus slightly gaunt face.
  Monents later the man approached Erik with a leather gloved hand.
"Fallsborne?" He asked to confirm.
Erik nodded. Unaware of the third party at hand. Perched atop the nearby wall, the third man now made his presrnce apparent to the pair.
" Your name travels far. The outfit you represent has made their bones some." Slaught says. His clothing unassuning as well. Though no visibly available marks of make.
"ASk your handler of my reputation. I'm looking to offer partnership?[sign in to see URL] owe you personally. "Grim looked over the mysterious fellow. Then to Magnus, whom still held Grim with handshake.
"Erik..." Magnus seems to nearly entrance the other men to him by mere word? As if mystically applying a beckoning of their deepest attention. Pursing his lip in welcone smile, he veiled his sharper though not elongated incisors. ( yet for that matter)
"Mr. Donner spoke highly of you. He mentioned you and he were partners in the LLC? " Magnus mentioned the fenced 'clean' side of the Hoods organization.
Slaught sat idle just when Erik nodded to Magnus, then informed the third party.
"I can use a few more of those ...but the Group is a conglomerate. We can figure the numbers properly. Though your approach was impressive. I must admit."
They shook hands as well. And retired to the Harbor office for better environment.


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<REMUS> Safe Modus operandi [sign in to see URL].
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    The curious computer sentience worked its networking laboriously. As routinely done, daily. Updating world media transmissions. And Broadcasting. As well as informally rerouting data and recorded feeds world wide.(At some extent) That [sign in to see URL] an unexpected 'blip' to the system, turned the Alien Life forms [sign in to see URL] SAFE MODE? Unknown in [sign in to see URL] for reasoning. Or duration. The REMUS sentience was DOWN? And Eric Falsborne worked to uncrack the computers mainframe to NO avail. How could one who doesn't HACK? Hack into a computer not of this galaxy? A true situation proposed itself abruptly.

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Burnley's Own-(conclusion of burnley wars rp)



"They've earned their keep. -*wah!*-And paI'd their dues." The weasely eyed rotund man said, through squinted brow. The monocle sat distinguished upon a scowling face. Tilted tophat moved about the crown of ratty hair."Ogilvy my dear boy. You've much to learn. Wah-wah." He said with a near cough like tick.
   The statuesque aryan adonis stood tall beside the man. Working up from cut purse, to driver. Ignatius Ogilvy had goals. One day he would replace the PENGUIN's right hand. One [sign in to see URL] today. Today, he was merely a wall flower for The [sign in to see URL] day......
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