Back In Business [Platinum Playhouse]

The diminutive demon barked at and behind the Psyche-Terrorist banging on the locked door. He trotted over beside him and unlocked it before even allowing him to break it down. Seriously, without any business, no way in hell was he going to buy another wooden door. When the door finally opened, it was already apparent the whole team was there. But so were the open bottles he so carefully stored away for actual paying customers. Goddammit, why can't there be a time when they just pay for everything they break open in this place?

Creature stared straight ahead, trying to find the source of the squeaking that preceded the door opening. The agitation of the insult gnawed at him, caused the fangs of his guise to flex and clench together, scraping and shuddering. "You-"
He looked down. Saw the... thing... cursing him out of the door. "You what? You lot called me. The hell's wrong with me knocking?"
Underneath the flowing black of his ragged robe, Creature's fists balled. Some entrance - and some Playhouse! Had Revenant lied to him? No - how could he? Like a dream, his mind guided him here, convincing him that here was the place to be without ever really knowing why...

To protect yourself but aggressively and in advance. She could get it, the government was kinda filled with uptight jackasses that didn't want anyone doing anything out of line. Sure she didn't like it as much as the next oppressed free spirit but it's not like she could just tear the whole system to the ground or even wanted to. Gambler wanted to help people, Wicked sorta did too but the difference between them was she didn't care who was in charge or what they were doing because the rules didn't apply to her. Her own reason was selfish, to do what she wanted and have fun and well... sometimes she felt like being a vigilante was a good thing to do. ...but she didn't have to get caught up in some kind of justice crusade or whatever, this wasn't her job.

Wicked sighed and put a hand on Ruben's shoulder.
"My dude. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, 'kay? But if you want to, do it. Easy right?" Her tone was soft but she'd let a little more of her recklessness show through as she kept speaking.
"Like I just do this 'cause it's fun, haha. Just do whatever you want! If you're gonna get wrapped up in all this you've got people to watch your back, fam. Why you do it doesn't really matter as long as we're after the same shit, huh?" Wicked took a drag off her cigarette and drained the rest of her Cherry Bitch. YEP. Yep this was the comfort zone, just drunk enough to have fun but not drunk enough to throw off her aim. The witch tilted her head toward Gambler as he spoke up. He wasn't clueless, he picked up on how they weren't in agreement pretty quick and she wanted to change the subject.
"Yo, cards sound fun!" she chirped, "I wanna do Poker or like War if no one knows how to play. Yo I got some crazy shit to bet with if we wanna make this interesting..." Patricia smirked evilly under her hat. She was gonna lay her Ritalin down, like there was something so badass about gambling for drugs like some hardcore gangster. She'd win too, but they probably didn't have anything to up her ante with. Painkillers would be good.

"Who's in? Yo deal, dude! I'm gonna rob you fu-" Wicked's taunt was interrupted by a pounding on the door, and she immediately pulled her revolver and staff, pointing both of them forward over the bar. She hadn't expected a fight but she was ready to finish one as the bass of the sound system began to subside and she heard........ was that the hell she thought!? The witch's head snapped to the billy goat walking over to the door, following him as he walked to let some dude in. A wide grin spread over her face, unseen by the shade of her hat but clear in her glowing eyes.
"HA! I FREAKIN' knew it! I told you that-!" Patty whirled her head around for Rusty to rub his nose in it, she knew if they made enough of a racket they'd draw him out!
".....shit he's not here. Ahahahahaaaaaaaa....! Haaaaaa...." Too bad, that would've been really sweet to prove that she was right all along. She thought it was funny how mad the goat would get though. It didn't even cross her mind that he was a demon, probably because he was speaking her language.
"Ya put eyes on yer' stock'n we won't drink'em! Ah wipe that fuckin' puss off yer face, we're just out on a lash, havin' a craic, aye?" As quick as she put it up Patty would drop her Irish accent. "Whelp! Meetings starting, no time! It's been fun but I got places to be, faces to restructure, you know the biz." The witch picked up her Fauxarngina to slam t down in one go before vaulting over the bar. If the meeting was starting she was gonna have to haul ass across town to get to the forest where she was supposed to be. Shouldn't be a problem.
"Aheha you kids have fun now," she laughed, smacking the dude covered in freakin' teeth on the shoulder lightly as she passed by him. Patricia forced open the heavy wooden door and began to step into the night, looking over her shoulder for a tail before walking further into the adjoining alley and dropping her witch costume. She wouldn't run or jog or anything but she still wouldn't waste her time as Patricia walked with purpose to the trams. It was just about time to get the violence started.

Wicked exits.

OOC Notice:

Unison looked at the little goat demon"Sorry about that, how much will this all cost?" she asked him, not really having been aware they had to pay for the stuff, but in the end it did make sense, this was meant to be a bar after all, and as she looked at the little demon she had that urge to pet him again and this time she just decided to flat out ask "would I be able to pet you?" she asked simply as she sat there looking at the demon and wondering if he would feel soft and cuddly, he was after all much like a sheep or goat and she was quite curious as to how his wool would feel.

She was taken out of her thoughts by the sound of pounding at the door and she looked up a moment as she seen wicked raise her weapons, though the little goat demon seemed to not be worried, so she decided it best to not be as well, prepared though that was a different story and she watched the door open to show a new person that seemed to be there to join them, though he wasn't taking kindly to what Larsinny had shouted as he walked to answer the door

"I believe there is no problem with knocking, however I believe our host had issue with how violently you were knocking, as apparently he doesn't make much money with this place and doesn't currently have enough to buy a new door if it gets damaged" she answered the person simply as she looked at him, then to wicked leaving, then the tall minotaur woman left as well but Returning to things at hand Unison looked to Larsinny to see what it was he wanted to talk to them about

Revenant was heard a little before he actually entered, the sounds of dark metal meeting the ground audible in the Playhouse a little before he reached the door. And then, as he actually walked into the building, he took a look around and shook his head, noting the assortment of drinks in people's possession and the...alright, he was bad enough with people, but he was assuming Larsinney wasn't happy about the whole thing. "I can only presume Wicked was here not long ago...hopefully, nobody present is terribly intoxicated." He sighs and casts his eyes across the new faces. "It is good to see you've come here, Creature. And...hmm." He looks over what would be a very familiar face, if not for the way it was disguised. "I cannot say I have seen you before...how do you refer to yourself?"

"Seeing that Wicked left, Gabe only shrugged. He wished that he could have got her to stay, but from how things seemed, Gabe was out of luck. It was times like this he felt the need to acquire even more power than he had. In the off chance that wicked never came back or wanted to fully associate with the terrorists, Gabe wanted to pick up the slack.

"Larsinny, let's start the meeting. I'm sure you saw the broadcast, might as well ride the wave. what's next?"

Tomomi, or, Ribbon, or, Fancy pants, or, Ruben, watched as the one who gave him two of those names got up, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving the first sane message he'd heard all evening. And that was after he'd just chugged the vile concoction, holding in his gagging until she let go before letting out a couple of coughs. He should have just stuck with the soda.

What really surprised him, however, was the arrival of a small little... Um... Yeah. Tomomi really had no idea how to describe it. And just as the small thing in the hat began to speak, someone else kicked the door open and declared their entrance in a borderline vulgar method, much to the displeasure of the little thing which Tomomi would soon understand to be named Larsinny.

What the fuck was going on.

Shortly after the... Brutish entrance, a knight walked in. Of course, why not. As they approached, Ribbon tilted his head, before offering a wave to the stranger. "I... I go by Ribbon. Or apparantly Ruben and Fancy Pants if the recent leaving witch person is anyone to go on..."

Then, turning into his pockets, Tomomi scrounged around, before pulling out some change and holding it out to the small demon goat host dude. "Um... It's not enough for whatever cocktail the magician person over there made, but, um... This should be able to cover the Dr Salt Neo? I was told the drinks are free, so, sorry for the misunderstanding."

"I sure dun' recall calling ya'. But ya' welcome to drink up here if ya' got da' dough. Hope ya' legal and all. By the way, ease up on dat knockin'." Larsinny rolled his eyes at this weird newcomer. Acts like some kind of brat and sounds like some kind of brat. Funny how kids are just beginning to swarm inside after the old guard decided to peace out and make their own group with blackjack and hookers. Not that he was really complaining, it just meant there was new blood to sustain this old machine rebelling against the current order. And they were going to need everything they can get their hands on. Well, he wasn't too sure about that if it meant losing his precious bar in the process. "Oy! Git back here! Someone's gotta pay fo' all of dis! Damn it! Don' c'um back!"

He was angrily shaking his clenched paw at the retreating witch as she left. This was probably the best time than any to have a lock on the cabinets and get everything locked up. At the rate these damn kids were going he was going to run out of booze to even sell! This was a torturous and high price to pay, goddamn! When someone, actually two people, had the decency to pay, he finally sighed at them. "Fuh'get about it fo' now. Leave it on ya' tab. We got stuff to talk about. And you, welcome to the Playhouse. Think of it as a freebie this time."

He looked towards Gabe who was rather eager to get this show on the road. "Sure as hell did! Ya' guys gave me a heart attack! But goddamn me if it wasn't da' balliest dang' I haven't seen. Tell meh, what happened in there? What gotcha y'all ending up on dat broadcast? I bet ya'll got one helluva story to tell!"

"Ok boys and girls, story time. If you have your drinks and a comfy seat available to you, it's about time that we do a quick flashback on the events that happened the other night. "

Clearing his throat, Gabe would begin.

"So for starters, we faced superbia who had the domain to her advantage, she basically changed the channel on is and it changed with the area. Tried to taunt us to ask us questions about how Invidia died, which means skelker's group was successful in taking him out and he, unfortunately, didn't get a chance to live afterward. Not sure which justice is the right one, but we refrained from the killing blow when an angel of some kind appeared from Superbia's body. We questioned it, but wicked ended up destroying it before we can get any more answers from the beings. With regards to the mutation that occurred when we hurt the woman considerably and watched her change. There is a good chance that there is a demon that's backing the government."

Scratching his head, Gabe looked away, "These people war rotten to the core, the demons are not affecting their personalities whatsoever. Even after the expulsion of the being superbia was still hostile and attempted to assault the team after they tried to act peaceful and concerning, mostly unison. So the benefit of the doubt for the entire government to be possessed is completely out of the question. I took control of the situation, and demanded they help us start a broadcast. I didn't take no for an answer, and I did the best that I could in order to win the hearts of the city. I said what I needed to say and we got out of there. "

With neither drink nor comfy seat available to him, Creature busied himself with locating the latter after nodding to Revenant in greeting.. He perched on the near wall, a distant piece of the Playhouse surrounded by strangers and stranger things. Next to Revenant's armour, the storyteller's fabulous garb and the bat-masked musketeer's raiment, he felt wholly out of place in his ragged robe and horrific mask. Creature folded his arms, the chain of his weapon jangling lightly, and listened intently.

The broadcast - he'd heard about it, of course. It was the event that inspired his rebellion to begin with. To hear the tale first hand, it almost beggered belief; if he had not survived an onslaught from the undead, he might not have believed it.

He resolved to listen and learn, to become a better part of the symbol he wanted to claim for himself.

Revenant remained in silence throughout the retelling, looking leerily toward Shotaro as he retold the tale of the day. But as that neared its close, there was one little choice of words that stuck out to him given the events that they were to describe, one that stuck out in his mind.
He couldn't have done anything then without causing an internal conflict far too dangerous for that moment.
But he could at least say something now.
"Superbia was as...non-compliant as one might expect. Thankfully for Shotaro, her intern had arrived shortly after the fight...and he found the poor man was far more pliable than his superior if you simply ensured he'd be roasted alive should he try to leave. All it took was a card on the door."

Revenant walked around Shotaro, taking a place on the other side of the room. "Our objectives were achieved, and with our forceful exorcism of the before-then unknown angel from her body, the district leader was rendered powerless. We left her as she was, and as such I cannot tell of her fate...all I can really note is this side to the Gambler I had yet to see when he commandeered the broadcast."
"I would not have been surprised then if he had killed that man for disobedience. None of this was ideal...making them feel as if they were stuck between ruin from their employer and certain death at our hands was not a scenario I'd have preferred, but at the very least, I can understand the possible necessity even if it causes me discomfort. But truly, with what we had espoused, I did not expect anyone here would create such a situation in a truly genuine capacity."

"Perhaps it might have been better short term not to mention such a thing...but this is not something to leave to fester. I can only hope that what I witnessed was an incredibly convincing performance."

Completely misunderstanding what "ya' tab" was, Tomomi nodded pretending he did in fact understand, before placing the money on the counter. That made sense as a tab. Then spinning around, Tomomi watched as the one he'd figured out was Magician Shotaro, probably, began his "story time". His eccentricities were... A bit more gaudy than Ribbon had originally expected. Furthermore, as he spoke, Ribbon got a sense of slight egomania and self righteousness, although not one that he'd ever vocalise. Was anyone rotten to the core? He... Wasn't sure. Answers for things like that were why he was here. Still, there were some things he was learning at that time. These District Leaders had angels inside of them? That was... Bizarre. Then, as the knight spoke further upon the magician's story ending, Ribbon tilted his head in confusion, a frown evident on his lips. He'd threatened a potentially innocent man? As his first foray into this world, he was beginning to form a none-too positive opinion of the magician. Once more, however, he would refrain from comment. He was too new to judge such a thing with any degree of accuracy.

Like the one that could potentially be called... Creature? Regardless of their name, Ribbon did as they did, watching and listening in silence.

Unison listened to the retelling but more then that she was watching the new people studying them, seeing their reactions, and then she heard Revenant speak up, it was odd to hear him say such things considering how his apparent ally Wicked had acted the whole time they were traversing the studio, however she simply stayed quite for the time being as she would talk to him about it later. however Larsinny did mention adding the drinks to their tab and she nodded to that and decided she would bring some money with her next time? Ether way she returned to looking at the rest of the group still studying the new people.

Shotaro did however fail to mention the layout and Unison simply waited for him to finish and for Revenant to finish before she spoke up "The studio seemed to have been turned into a maze it seemed, as well as having several demons infesting it, there were also Televisions that we could use as portals leading to other televisions around the place, eventually we found a screen we couldn't enter but it had a color code on it that we used to jump into certain Televisions matching those colors and that is what brought us to the room Superbia had kept herself to....it sounded like a few of the demons there were only there for fear of being killed otherwise however..." she added to the end as she then looked to the new people and then to Revenant a moment, though due to her outfit seeing were her eyes were looking was near impossible.

Finishing her report on the dungeon itself she then looked to Larsinny and decided at some point she would have to come here when there wasn't a meeting to see if she could pet the little guy, he looked so fluffy and soft, but other then that she also had things she wanted to ask him.

The little demon listened intently to what the team had to say for themselves. He nodded from time to time to show his understanding of the events. And of course, the angels were involved. There were couple that lingered in their patrols from time to time, but if someone so high up in the chain had the power of an angel, then it really meant one thing. Larsinny shook his head at Gabe. "Hate to break it to ya, Shotaro-boyo. If 'dem angels are in positions like 'dat Superbia, chances are they aren't following the orders of demons. No way in hell ya'll get one to be a servant ta' one. Probably a bigga' angel or whateva'. It ain't adding up like dis'."

Angels were arrogant. They might sing praises to their God and extol virtues that should be followed, their hypocrisy was rank when it was convenient for them. Through the source of their own failings lied one God and only that one God. There was no way a demon was going to head them under normal circumstances, but in Endymion, who knew at this point? Anything is apparently possible.

Larsinny listened to the rest after dispensing his own two cents. None of this surprised him very much, save for the news of threatening. Which the demon was very sure to voice his concern, "Oi, boyo. I know we got tough times ahead with the guv'mint, but ya can't go threa'ening wankers off the top of your hat at will when you want something! Ya weren't gonna do dat' right?"

Threats and coercion by the Government were one of the primary reasons why this Playhouse was made. And even more so when Helter Skelter left to make his own group. It left a horrible taste at the separation, but he wasn't going to let go of his ideals. It really begged the question if Shotaro really was better off with Skelter. He hoped not. "I ga'tta say, pulling this off made little ol' me proud for y'all. Mebbe, even dat metal doggy is proud of y'all from the great kennel in da' sky."

He knew Selenus was a bit of a sensitive topic, but it was worth noting he was still out there proud of their new accomplishment. But before the entire party could even reflect on the recent events and of the deceased, the doorbell rang as the entrance opened up. A man with a black mask covering only below his eyes to his chin appeared. His mask looked like what a mouth baring and clenching a full set of teeth in a savage manner. Larsinny was going to be chew this newcomer out, but froze with his eyes laid on him.


"M--Mad Dog? I-I thought da' Cadets nabbed ya! Y-ya've been gone for 'ears!" the top-hat demon sputtered incredulously while pointing a shaking hoof in his direction.  The disbelief was completely plastered on his face as if looking at a shimmering ghost. Soon shock turned into glee, but quickly turned into indignant anger. "Where da' hell ya've been for all these 'ears?!"

The man known as Mad Dog nonchalantly shrugged as he allowed the door to close behind him as he began to swagger deeper inside the bar. "Took a bit of a vacation, gotta get those annoying assholes off my trail, you know? Never mind that, who are these kids? Where's Skelter and the crew?"

"And yet from the same deck of cards, there is one that prompts for our escape to avoid hard and trouble to all of my lovely companions that are in this room at this time. Forgive me if I seem to miss the point, but the suspension of disbelief was used to our favor in order for us to achieve our goals. Did I really mean it? Leaving you to question that after the fact means that I was successful, clarification will only break that shroud.  I'll be honest with you, these people are capable of killing our friends in cold blood in front of us when we tried to stop invidia's illegal mind control.  When Superbia struck Unison, all i could really think of was the fact that because we became lax due to the idea of winning the battle, but it wasn't truly over. The victory would have been shortlived if I was to lose any of you, and I refuse to make that mistake again. Do you understand where i'm coming from here?"


Folding his hands on the table, Gabe would eye the knight.


"I took a gamble on the mental perceptions that people already bore against those who have powers and don't side with the government, we are terrorists in their eyes. Currently, the emotion of fear was currently the path I chose in order to intimidate the district leader and her companion to yield.  But since you were so perceptive, did you notice when I pulled the attendant back from where I threw the card so that he didn't accidentally set it off?  I welcome all forms of criticisms to my actions and how I performed, but I do have class. The hopes that you bear are not wasted on me, that much I can assure.  "

However, Gabe was surprised that even Larsinny had his concerns.

"I'm asking you to trust me, that's all I want. "

It was at that point that a new person walked inside of the room with a pretty interesting black mask. The person was referred to as the mad dog and seemed to have quite the rapport with "lars".

"Skelker left with a few other members to start a brand new group that involves the mass genocide of the government, those who follow them,  and the end of the everyday life as we know it with demons flooding the streets.  We share the common goal of putting a stop to the government's nefarious deeds, but that is where the line is crossed. If you believe in the former due to the old comradery bonds you have with skelker, you are free to leave to talk to larsinny on your own time without interrupting our meeting. I'm not trying to blow you off or be disrespectful, but respectfully speaking "mad dog",  those who get in his way are also getting the ax, and I don't feel like endangering my comrades for senseless reasons with information getting out. "