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Yaku rose his arm a little, using his left arm, he did feel the pain intensify yet switching arms now would show some sign of Weakness and that was something he didnt want the other Villains to see so he just kept his left arm up. Of course he once was a hero, why would he want to live as a villain unless something bad happened to him. He also noted in his mind that the one who was talking, Ashen he assumef, having heard the name being said once, seemed akkward while asking the question.

Presence turned slowly, then started to raise his hand. He stopped when his hand was almost halfway up, the reason being a seam popping. Slowly, his second hand rose to a new hole in his shirt and explored the damage. He cursed under his breath, then let his second hand drop. Taking a breath, he raised his first hand high, ignoring the popping seams. When he put his hand down, there was a very large rip following the seams of his shirt, spreading like a spider web almost out to his chest. He walked slowly to the back of the room then, glaring at someone who had stared at a rip for a split second too long. He did not wish to know their name, if he wanted it he'd get it from them if they stepped out of line. Goliath shook his head slowly, his mind still on Thalia. The nerve of that girl! Did she not recognise him? He was about to take the crown as the top hero, had Kai not decided to open his mouth. Goliath inhaled slowly, then batted at Wrath's invisible hands, which were attempting to take control of his mind. He hissed slightly, and Wrath retreated.

Tori

Once she heard the conversation going on, Tori had entered the room, and raised her non-injured hand. In any other situation, she would've raised either hand, but since her left arm was broken, she had no choice but to use her right.

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Vivienne

Once she found an entrance, she has entered the building, and cautiosly approached the others, laying almost flat on the ground, her tail swishing back and forth. Once she heard a tiny bit of the conversation, namely the bit asking who used to be a hero, she hesitated, then raised her head off the ground and made a few clicking noises with her mouth.

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Sophie

She had been standing in the back of the room, mostly just listening in on any conversations. After hearing what Ashen had said, she stepped out of the shadows, raising her right hand, and pulling the hood of her jacket off of her head using her left hand, which revealed a pair of white rabbit ears.

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After Goliath turned around, her scarf wrapped back up around her mouth loosely. The other end of her scarf rose up in response to Two’s question. She would have used her hand, but based off sounds it seemed like Goliath was in front of her.

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Callen raised an eyebrow as she simply walked past him, but he silently shook his head and followed after her. He quickly scanned the room, taking in everyone who was there. A few of them seemed familiar to him, though no names stood out at the moment. He stared up at the one seemingly in charge, raising his hand along with others in the room. He figured it wouldn't hurt.

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Aelin Spade

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Aelin approached the meeting room on soundless feet, the expensive looking floorboards not making a peep about her approach. Having taken off her dark overcoat, and replaced it with a more proper russet overcoat that protected better against the chill. Her cold amber eyes penetrated the bright sterile-white walls as the pitch black gloom outside, which contrasted starkly with the brightness inside the room. So far, the room was sparsely furnished, at least by her standards. The individuals who lingered near the walls were all strangers, and Aelin cursed herself soundly under her breath. Once again, she’d thrown herself headlong into a foreign situation, though the very prospect of vengeance upon those who had wronged her was tantalizing, at least. She didn’t bother for an introduction, merely taking up a spot on one of the main armchairs. As she settled into the plush armchair, she met Ashen’s gaze boldly through her emotionless mask. Mercilessness met with cold calm.

Goliath allowed himself to gain interest in a newcomer, a sleek female dressed in dark colors. A whisper sounded next to his ear. "We told you there was someone in the shadows, O Great Presence. Now, she sits across the room from you." Presence grunted slightly, then pulled in a string hanging from the rips in his shirt. Breaking the string, he wrinkled his nose. Glancing around the room, he held a hand next to his cheek and gestured lightly. War bent low and allowed his ear to hover by Goliath's mouth. "How much blood can you smell on her, War? She is stained by the blood of innocents I think. She reeks of death, even more of-" He broke off and took a step forwards, grabbing at something quickly. He growled, then closed his eyes for a moment. Opening them again, he stepped quickly over to Aelin. He stood his arm's length from her, then reached out and closed a fist millimeters from her face. Then, Presence stepped back and brought his fist towards him. A soft hue of pink came from Aelin, and was then dropped and stepped upon. In a quiet voice, Goliath spoke quickly to the hue beneath his foot. "Lust, you forget who I am and you forget I do not know this woman. If you wish to attempt to entice me with images again, I'll expose use upon your back the Red Hot Stipples." After finishing his brief threat to "empty air," he leaned on his right foot and crushed the pink essence beneath him. Looking back up at Aelin, he nearly sneered. Instead, he simply regarded her with a half glare. Turning around, Goliath reached into the air and grabbed hold of something, his knuckles turning white against the air. Walking back to his previous position, he whispered something quietly, then released the invisible presence he held.

Ashen

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A howl sounded through the night; a whistle through the trees; a scream across the mountains; a wail through the city. The corners of Ashen's lips worked themselves into a frown as he considered these factors, his actions showing his thinking process - shakes of his head, muttered curses, occasional smiles. Eventually, he again looked at the gathered audience, seeing them not as Villains, but as legends. Silently, he inspected Goliath, whom he recognised as one who had almost reached his league - the highest point, the pinnacle of being a Hero. They had been compared to many; the Avengers, the Justice League, the X-Men, though none of these showed them in their full glory.
"So, everyone here has switched allegiances - or been forced to switch," he noted, letting his eyes daudle among the group. "My next question is how long for? My time in this allegiance has been a mere two weeks," he asked, adding mentally; which I believe is enough time to disturb the soul.
A fresh force of win buffeted the building, threatening to tare it apart. This gust was stronger than most - it forced desks to screech along the floor, caused the remaining windows to shatter, and dented the walls, ever so slightly. Ashen winced, hoping it held up for the remainder of this meeting

Thalia listened to the question, and waited for other answers. After making sure not to interrupt someone, she spoke. “One year. Longer then I even got to be a hero” she spoke to Ashen. She was starting to think that this might be a trap, but she stuck with it. The wind was giving her a bad feeling though.

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Aelin Spade - Wanheda - Tags: Goliath, Ashen, warehouse.

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As a giant fist nearly closed on her face, Aelin’s eyes narrowed in displeasure, turning her head away from the gesture. She turned a cool, bored gaze at the brawny brute of a male next to her. His baleful gaze that scanned her face for any emotion, any sort of nervousness met none. Aelin wasn’t a female to bow down easily, not even if her opponent was nearly twice her size, as Goliath was. She kept her eyes trained on Ashen, conveniently ignoring the domineering presence. The gesture wasn’t just a dismissal; it was also a challenge. Outside the wind howled furiously, its cold tendrils reaching across her shoulders, but failing to penetrate her dark russet overcoat. However, the fury of the wind was not to be ignored, as the objects in the room were pushed back a few feet. As one, the cheap windows shattered, spraying the room with a dazzling explosion of glass.
She’d been right in assuming it’d be windy today; making it back to her sanctum would be quite the hassle. But Aelin found its call relaxing. There was a certain wildness to the storm tonight that she saw within herself at times, though. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, which were starting to glow an eerie demonic light blue. Gradually, the howling winds outside quieted as an unseen hand took their anger and held it with an iron fist. It only looked like Aelin was blinking, as she regarded Asher. To even swear one second of her time to those righteous fools would be a lie. They’d be fools to take her in, anyway.

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Deimos Crane - Fenrys - Tags: Goliath (ment.), Ashen.

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The lean russet-haired male had gotten to the meeting grounds rather early, and made his way in with little fuss. Saying little to Asher or even any of the others, he’d decided to sit somewhere in the middle. Flexing his fingers and occupying himself with his thoughts as those summoned slowly trickled in like the waters of the Nile. They were a motley bunch, in his opinion, nothing making them stand out much. But he noted any quirks nonetheless, and stored them away for further knowledge. His expression was unreadable as runes, but his gaze exuded an almost inhuman awareness. About half of his steely demeanor died when he noticed the domineering brute sneering at another invitee. But the gesture didn’t rub him as wrong as the person he was sneering at. The unnaturally pale jade-green eyes were a dead giveaway, and when her eyes swept over him, Deimos huffed, giving her a questioning, warning glance with precise ease. He’d heard the rumors of a fae who called herself Aelin Spade, a lethal, stone-cold killer who’d never failed her clients. Who could kill and hunt down anyone she’d been hired to. But what made her more than a little risky in a hire was her unpredictable temper. Calm one minute, and wrathful the next.
Asher had better watch his back.
“I’ve been in this whole business for a few years.” Deimos said carefully, keeping one eye on Aelin’s back. “And you? I take it you’re in this for a lot more than vengeance. Or perhaps little more, who knows?”

Goliath kept his eyes focused on thin air in front of him, his mind successfully splitting to listen to Ashen and keep a dangerous eye on the Sins. Wrath twined itself around one of his arms, and he bristled. The dangerous glare found the form of Wrath and a hand gripped it by the neck. A quick motion and Wrath was on the floor, the red hue against the air lighting up for a moment as it his the floor, again when Windows shattered. A set of words spoken, Latin it seemed, and the fingers on Goliath's free hand lit up with red heat. He flared at Wrath, then jabbed the fingers into it's back, causing the red hue to flare and make a physical shape for a few moments only. Red skin, seemingly mauled with a blade, a face that was twisted in fury, the mouth wide open to release a hiss like steam. Then it disappeared, Goliath lifting the invisible presence to his face and whispering to it. Dropping it, he spoke aloud. "Why exactly does that matter?" The thunderous voice seemed to die in the dead air of the room, the sound flickering away at the walls. A horse snorted and pawed at the ground, a whisper blew across the light winds. Goliath hissed, and the sounds fell away. His face looked like a storm cloud, dark and threatening. The Sins had taken a chance and seen what their trouble would get them: the Red Hot Stipples.

Thalia could feel the faint vibrations in the floor, Goliath was struggling with something. If she had to guess, it was most likely his power. She could sense something next to him, and then it started to disappear. ’He can’t fully control his power, interesting‘ she thought. She brushed off pieces of broken glass in her lap.

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Yaku now looked at Ashen, this seemed to have woken his interest. "Been doing this for a few Months." He shrugged a little as he kinda started looking around the room, away From Ashen and to some of the other Villains in the room. He also seemed to notice that Goliath seemed to have some problems with his ablilities yet he didnt intend to intervene if anything else would happen

Sen let out a small and quiet sigh, just listening. She didn't want to speak to them, and would rather just get the job done. She continued to turn her music up to attempt to drown the thoughts and talking out. The ravenette sighed once more and leaned back.

"Roughly a month now." Callen answered, tilting his head back. He didn't know if the man was actually listening to any of the answers, didn't really care. Callen didn't see how any amount of time could be relevant, but who really knows. He doesn't, and Callen honestly has felt like he doesn't know anything now. It disturbed him. Knowing things was really the only thing he was good for back with the heroes. A small frown etched it's way onto the immortal's face. Everyone else seemed stronger than him as well, they seemed to hold actually useful powers. If they wanted to he had no doubt they could overpower him, any of them. He clenched his fist, staring at the ground. Best just to stay on everybody's good side then.

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Ashen

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Despite the wind having seemingly calmed down, thanks to a certain Miss Spade, the boisterous gusts flared up again, more powerful than they were previously. They entered through the windows, chilling it's interior, before making a hasty exit, moving on to it's next victims. Ashen felt this more than most, as he preffered to go without a shirt - he thought that they made it more difficult to move, and they slowed you down, weighing on you like a sack of flour. Thus, he noticeably shivered as the winds came, slightly regretting his lack of clothing.
His frosty eyes turned to Demios, whom he also recognised, though for different reasons. "I am here because it is where my actions led, as I'm sure they did with all of you." His eyes seemed to linger on Aelin for the final part of that sentence, but moved on quickly to Goliath, who had questioned his quizzing. With an irritated twitch, he responded, "it matters because the timings may have something to do with each other. I'm looking for links, nothing more." In his knowledge, Goliath had always been a brutish person; large, strong, persitive, aggressive. He had conceived a disliking for him, but said nothing of it. He nodded to the rest of the replies, a signal that he was paying attention.

"Well, perhaps-" he started, but was interrupted by a deep, mournful, groaning sound, that seemed to come directly from the walls of the building. It creaked, leaving silence as Ashen didn't dare to move or speak, before shaking so viciously that he was thrown backwards, though he managed to stay upright. The house shuddered and vibrated, shook and tossed, until it was pulled from the ground. The wind howled through the structure, rendering everyone inside deaf, though the movements calmed a little as the house rose. None of this was natural, Ashen thought, as wind shouldn't lift a concrete building, and if it managed to, it certainly wouldn't to it this gently. Then, without warning, the house sped upwards, into the unforgiving night. Every part of the house was intact, other than the windows, through which's absence the half-moon shone a ghostly light into the building.
Once it had reached an altitude of great height, where the wind still screamed and breaths froze in the air, the room plummeted, now sending Ashen sprawling on the ceiling. Yes, this was definitely unnatural. His stomach dropped as it would on a roller-coaster, though his mouth stayed clamped shut as he decided to glance around the group, telling himself that they would be alright. It seemed as if nothing could stall the free fall of the building, not even the Villain's powers, so they continued falling, for what seemed like an infinite amount of time.

Thalia quickly got up from her seat, They were either under attack, or this was really a trap. “Is this your doing?” She asked Ashen while turning to face his direction. She had never seen anything like this before, but she can’t say she’s surprised. “Was this all really just a trap to get rid of us?” She questioned as she was thrown upwards into the ceiling.

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Goliath grunted, then launched himself to the floor again, positioning himself to break through the ceiling. Bracing his legs, he pushed off from the floor and sped at the ceiling, a loud crack shouting out from his target. Frowning, he tried again with comparable success. It didn't break. He sneered and uttered something: "Oblitar Kerenzus." It was quiet, and mostly to himself, but it had an effect. Seven Bodies became visible around him, each of different shape, color, and form. Alongside them were four mounted figures, their horses each in different shape. One, skeletal and unfed, another bloodstained... And a third as black as night, while the fourth looked unwell and ill. Each body seemed to be connected to Goliath by a strand of discolored air. A hand from each body shot out and gripped the ceiling by puncturing holes in it, while the second hand formed a fist and struck between the rough circle of puncture holes. The Horsemen did not participate. Instead, they hovered between floor and ceiling, holding Goliath with them. They also chanted in unison, and although the words were unclear, they seemed to strengthen the Sins, who were beating mercilessly at the ceiling, tearing it apart to enter the next floor.

Callen let out a startled hiss as the building as lifted up into the air, stumbling back against a wall. Based off of the expression on Ashen's face, this was all unexpected. That or they were a really good actor. He turned to Thalia, barely hearing her. "I don't think-" Callen didn't get the chance to finish his words before the building started to plummet. "Shoot!" He screeched as he promptly crashed into the ceiling. Couldn't somebody do something? Turning around he saw somebody trying to break through. He supposed it wasn't too bad an idea. With a frown he tried to think of something perhaps a little faster.

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Thalia hit the ceiling before falling down to the floor. She used one side of her scarf to fasten her to the ground. Being blindfolded, she couldn’t exactly pinpoint where everything was. Her senses were being jumbled by the gravity. “How long is this going to last? How long before we crash?” She asked herself while trying to think of a solution.

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