[C.H.A.O.S.]Making some C.H.A.O.S.

"I will, Sir." Thana replies. "Anything for C.H.A.O.S, sir. Anything"

Even thought she sounded very confident when she say so, she questioned her self deep inside her heart. Will she really be able to? When they asked them to kill her team mates, will she be able to do that?

Cyrus arrives at the manor, a little later than he was expected. 'But then, is it not fashionable to be late in some circumstances?' he muses to himself. As he approaches the doorman, he pulls his letter from his pocket, and hands it over, and waits courteously for the man to check his letter. With his entry permitted, he pushes open the doors, and makes his way inside. He quickly makes eye contact with each of the currently assembled members in turn, before striding over to them, his cape flowing dramatically. 'Well met, all of you. I am Cyrus Malvorn, but I imagine that at least one of you knows that already.'

Cyrus shakes Sanguinius' hand firmly. 'So... what kind of opportunity do you have for us today, Sanguinius? I assume that the C.H.A.O.S. you signed your letter with is a group you are founding, but a group consisting of whom, and with what goals? I think we would all appreciate a little enlightenment as to why we have been called here today.' he asks, in his usual gentlemanly manner.

"Well I am Harper Cain the quoting Sanguinius' here the infiltration specialist and one of the founders of C.H.A.O.S" hoping that would be all he needed to say he'd already introduced himself once. He took didn't trust the mansion so he used his semblance again it came back again with no life threatening defense systems. His weapon was still in his pocket safe and ready for action

Fitzroy swaggered up to the manor, leaving the Black Death parked clumsily behind him. He strode powerfully up the steps sounding, wearing his juggernaut armor and carrying enough blades, ammunition, and explosives to supply a small army. He sounded a lot like a thousand drums and symbols clashing together hopelessly out of time, which would have been funny if not for the threat he presented. He reached the top and found himself about level with the security guard's chest which, however much he denied it, was not an overly uncommon experience. The man, looking down on him, appeared to be unsure whether to laugh or get out of the way.

"Your... letter...?" Was about all he could manage. Fitzroy liked this man- the expression on his face was quite amusing. However, the letter thing was a problem. He hadn't expected to need it to get in. He'd used it to clean up a chemical spill, although it made a rather flimsy mop. He didn't have his entry ticket, and he wasn't simply going to walk away. Normally this would be the point where he'd shoot the guard and blow a hole through the door, but he had a feeling that might end up antagonising the owner of this fine house. Very well then, he'd have to take the diplomatic route.

Grabbing the guard with one hand round his throat and another between his legs, he hoisted him up above his head then effortlessly hurled him down the steps, where he lay at the bottom groaning. Fitzroy smiled to himself. It was true; sometimes doing a good deed really did make you feel good about yourself. He considered being a nicer person for about a second, before realising how boring that would be.

He walked over to the door, adjusting his pirate hat as he went. He waited for a few seconds then kicked it open, almost tearing it off it's hinges. He stood silhouetted in the doorway, hands on his hips, a bulky shadow almost as wide as it was tall. Then he stepped through and into the room, scanning for familiar faces. "Yarr, you'd better not have started without me. If I'm captainin' this... whatever it is... then it's only fair I'm here for t' grand openin'." Then his eyes picked out the familiar faces of Harper and Sanguinius. "Well well well, be we runnin' some kind o' fan club?"

Sanguinius was happy with the amount of people he had gathered, although he was waiting for one more person who hadn't arrived. He gathered everyone's attention before speaking. "Today we become C.H.A.O.S.. We will work together to ens-" He managed to say before he heard shouting from outside. He was about to check it out, when Fitzroy walked in the door. Finally, someone whom Sanguinius knew as a friend. He wasn't exactly sure of the way he called them a "fan club", but he was an undeniably useful asset to C.H.A.O.S., so he went along with it. We walked over to meet him. "Aha! Captain Fitzroy Jenkins! Come, join us. I was about to make my speech." Suddenly the guard out front ran in through the door, heading straight for Fitzroy. But, before he got there, Sanguinius stopped him with a backhand from his metal hand. The guard landed on his back, coughing and sputtering. After all, he had been thrown down a flight of stairs, then backhanded with a lump of iron. "He attacked me!"The man cried, but to no avail. Sanguinius merely laughed. "I see you are still the same as you were when we first met." He said to Fitzroy. "Everyone, this is Captain Fitzroy Jenkins, our weapons specialist. He helped Harper forge his weapon and a few of my weapons have been created by him too. Anyway, as I was saying, we have become C.H.A.O.S., and we will work together to ensure world domination, and that together, we will achieve our greatest desires. You are among the lucky few to view the perks of joining us before anyone else!" He said proudly.

Thana was taught by her parent-- well -- her mom, that when someone is doing a speech it is a good manner to show appreciation after he mentioned something important. So she did.

"... We have become C.H.A.O.S., and we will work together to ensure world domination, and that together, we will achieve our greatest desires. You are among the lucky few to view the perks of joining us before anyone else!"

Thana clapped. Her clapping echoes in the room, as she is the only person who claps she can't deny the fact that she feels both embarrassed and awkward. She stopped clapping as it was nothing, thought.

Harper looked at the new person and realised it was Fitzroy the maker of The Black Key his weapon. "Fitzroy how the weapons going? The Black Key works great see!" As Harper said this he pulled out his weapon for Fitzroy to see. Next he turned to Sanguinius and said "He made my weapon, and also world domination sound good to me just make sure no one GETS IN MY WAY!" Then he laughs like a maniac.

Cyrus grins. It seems he had finally found something worth his time. 'Lofty ambitions.' He says. 'and I will do everything possible to achieve them. I hope I speak for everyone here when I say that I am very much looking forward to working with C.H.A.O.S.' Cyrus says. 'Besides, it's about time someone caused some real... well, chaos in this town.'

"The world, sir. Not just in Vale, but the whole world." Thana corrected. "I think we are better than that."

Fitzroy cleared his throat. "I have three thin's t' say. Firstly, it's Lord Captain, not just Captain. Secondly, world domination be fine by me. Thirdly," he turned to Harper, "what t' hell be your problem, Harper? How can you still be usin' that thin'? Aren't you bored o' it yet?" He walked over to the stranger, unfamiliar looking people in the room. "Now who be these sorry lookin' deckhands?"

After he had made his speech, Sanguinius walked over to Fitzroy. "These people are..." He paused as he thought for the word he should use that Fitzroy would understand. "The crew." He finished. Then he spoke loudly, "Now that C.H.A.O.S. is officially underway, I shall take my leave. I have important business to attend to." At which point he turned to leave. Without turning around, he shouted to the people gathered behind him, "I shall be notifying you of our first assignment soon." Before leaving the mansion.

Continue to chat among yourselves, but I'm finished here. Check the Plot Forum for the first assignment coming soon.