It had been a long time since he was called in. The man that resembled a lupine had gone his own way from the Merovingian; he instead had chosen to live his own life. He had picked a lifestyle as a enterprising catalyst, making trouble and fixing that which did not benifit him. Much like a druid he understoond the flow of life, and the need for destruction of it as well.
He snaked through the crowd, people seemed unaware of his presence as if he was a dream; but they made way for him, allowing relative ease of manuevering to the back of the club. As per status quo, the club was lined from the mundane to the insane. There were people you would mistake for bluepills, and of course the compleate opposite. Those of the latter flaunted the secret they knew. He often wondered why they tried so hard to stand apart from the crowd, stopping for a moment to watch one that had taken a liking to a rather innocent individual. The archaic scene of courting ensued and Chainer quickly grew bored with it. He had never been one for mass gatherings, and the fact he had been called here only hastened his desire to get this over with.
The back of the club was more heavily guarded. Large men with obtuse pericings and acute articles of clothing lined the staircase. Mirroring the large men in contrast were the multitudes of operatives waiting for their next job. Pale blood drinkers edged closer to human operatives. He noticed the particular joy the drinkers seemed to feel, reminding the humans that they could be a meal for their coded counter-parts. Amoung the number of operatives were multitudes of familar faces that Chainer had befriended over years past. Up the stairs past those who had been waiting for who knows how long, he approached the man he loathed with a passion...
Flood stood, looking at a stained glass window his cocky demeanor eminated from him; it was like a stench that burned Chainer's nose. "I'm surprised you came, you parasitic bundle pack" Flood said as he turned around, "You have had a lot of nerve to sit back so far and ask so much."
Chainer's lips curled as Flood spoke. He loathed Flood, just the sound of his voice was enough to make Chainer's throat vibrate and a growl eminate as he spoke. "If this is about me acting as a free agent for the Merovingian, then I'm going to turn around. I ain't got the time, nor the patience for you're smart mouth..." He stood still, watching every move that Flood and his guards on the stairs made.
"Stuff your nonsense, I would expect you to be so simple. I personally suggested against you, but of course..." He sighed and waved his hand, "... HIS majesty insisted you were the right one for the job." Flood had turned around and grabbed a glass of some fine wine and was swirrling it about.
"You see, Ookami has been so busy with those Oog... That word may be too big for you." He took a drink of his wine and smiled as Chainer growled. "...Those "Wire-Frame" thingies as someone of your stature would call them. So she is currently unavalible to assist in matters that you are to be concerned with." Flood pondered what he just said, "Well, that is the reason why you are even being considered for the job."
Chainer just stood there, watching Flood act like the typical pompus a** that he is. "I'm gonna get flea's from you, you're just that annoying. Plus I have no idea what you have picked out from Hel tonight. I'd rather -not- contract any inflection from you. Now stop wasting my time and tell me what it is that I've been called here for."
Chainer flexed his fists as Flood irritated him further, a long pause placed just for this purpose. "There has been a number of blue-pills that are starting to appear around here, they feel displaced by their current state of life. We need you to explore this further. Now get going, I won't let you ruin the quiet time I have inbetween dealing with the other pain's in the... Er, operatives."
Chainer made his way down the stairs, nodding to a few he knew before he headed for the exit. The young innocent woman he had seen earlier laid in a heap by the front door. Fresh death eminated from her young body, to his accurate nose. Victims of this displacement were starting to show up already.
(Forgive the typo's and stuff, this was a 5AM write up as I was half asleep listening to music.)
