*Walks into the the dark club and says its been a while *

~follows DarkWind into the club~

HMmmmm....kinda quiet in here no?

~wanders over to the juke box and selects 'Dominion' by SoM~

Now - for a drink

*A cloaked figure opens the doors to the Darkclub. The void of color which his cloak consists of makes it appear if he merely stepped from the shadows themselves. Perhaps he did... He steps into the main room, the hood of his cloak covering all of his face except his pale salmon lips and his goateed chin. His walk is somewhat a sad pace, taking each step as if his soul is lashed with every move. He finally makes it across the room to the corner of the room where a secluded booth seems as if it had drawn him.*

*He takes a dark sword from the side of his cloak. The sword itself is an amazing work of some god or demon... The sheer quality of the craftsmanship makes it known this is a master's sword. Its black steel sheeth and the black forbidding bone and steel that makes up the upper part of the sword draws attention. He lays it on the table. He then sits on the cushioned booth and raises his right hand to take the cloak from his head. His short, obsidion hair acts chaotically and compliments the tan of his skin. However, his arctic eyes stare out in contrast to his dark figure, cold yet blazing beacons in the darkness. His attention focuses to a paper thin bruise encircling his right wrist. He moves his hand and wrist as if to get a better view, remembering the cause, remembering the reasons, remembering the past...the past that haunts him.*

*After sitting for a few moments, it is time for Marius to leave. He stands and attaches his sword back. He stands up, raises his hood so that his face is once agian hidden, and begins to walk through the crowd of people that has infiltrated the club. A dark figure, a shadow, passing through the masses...without causing anyone to notice him. Like a serpent, he moves. He makes his way to the exit and with a slight movement of his right hand, the door opens as he walks through and closes behind him. The loud music is muffled through the doors but the bass can still be heard. He walks away from the Darkclub, becoming a mere shadow in the darkness.*

~watches Marius enter the room and then leave from my corner of the club~

~carefully pays attention to the weapon at his side~

~thinks to self "that must be worth some money no?"~

~continues to sip from my flask~

*walks in to the club with the freash smnell of fleash in her lips and goes to the side of a room looks ta idle opens the room and closes the door behind her *

The door opens slowly, creaking its sorrowful song as a single booted foot lands inside the dusky confines of the club. This leg is followed by the rest of Hiro the Malevolent, walking in slowly and shutting the door behind him. His form seems to move by some unseeable hand as his large mass hardly makes a noise upon the wooden floors that lead him to his chosen table. Sitting in the booth, crossing one leg over the other and his arms, as was his typical custom, he awaited for the others that would join him. Something very drastic was about to occur.

*Dante enters through the front door, His large figure makes him bend down to enter the club. His eyes swep the room looking for the one that has called him here.
After ba brief moment he sees Hiro. Dante walks over tworad him, his coat waves a little with the wind he creats while walking. He comes over tworad hiro and stands by his side.*

You wanted to see Me?

*Marius steps up to the closed door of the Dark Club. It has been a while since he was here, and then he was present for only a brief moment. Standing in front of the door for a second, Marius reaches down and turns the handle. The door opens, with a shrill creak that only serves to annoy him. He steps into musky club, seen as a mere silohette. He slowly looks around until he finds those who have called for his attention. As he begins his slow and elegant pace towards the two beings, he puts his hands in his pockets. His longcoat being pushed back from his chest by his arms. He walks over to the small table where one dark figure sat with his legs crossed and another stood by his side.*

*Arriving at the table, Marius takes his left hand from his pocket and places it on the table. He looks to the one standing then to the one sitting. He speaks calmly, yet powerful.*

"I was called here by one of you. State your reason if you would. I have many things on my agenda...so if you would please, let us make this hastily."

*hides in the shadows and lisens*

*Marius awaits for the two men to speak. While waiting, he notices a creature hidden in the shadows trying desperatly to know what the trio where here for. Marius looks at Dark Orquid with a deadly glare. He stares directly at Orquid, as if looking into the beings soul...if it had any. He then moves his lips ever so slowly to reveal the tip of his fangs. Then he smiles. Marius then turns his attention back to the two creatures which he is standing with...still awaiting for them to say a word.*

Hiro's eyes slowly trail up to Marius', his body a seeming immovable statue. His eyes flash a slight red. "The great Marius. It has come to my attention that there may be some new threat to all of demonic, vampiric, or otherwise supernatural entities. Even yourself." Hiro stand, sitting with his feet where his ass should be. "As I speak there are hundreds of clans of Hunters forming. Somehow word of our solitary existences has leaked out to them. They are not mere hunters, oh no. Each one is a hybrid, each human mixed with some kind of other paranormal force. And they all want our blood." Hiro looks gravely into the eyes of the living legend before him. "I would not have called you, or any of these others, here if this was just some rag-tag group of renegades. These are the real deal. Each one is strong, each one is smart, and they all know our species' weaknesses. And now, in this new age, technology only serves to better them. I came here to enlist your help in fighting these humans. You see, they plan to swarm over us, enveloping us and overwhelming with their massive numbers. I am orchestrating a group of our own kind to prevent this. Only the most powerful come, and you are certainly one of the best."

*Dante Looks down at hiro and over to Marius, and then back to Hiro*

This is why you have called us here, Because a stinken group of half breeds wish to wipe us out.

*While saying this he wonders why he had never heard of them, thinking he could have had some real fun within there ranks*

Hiro looks up at Dante, smiling his notorious grin of utter enmity. "That's how they get you, Dante. You think they're nothing until you're surrounded by them, and before you know it you're begging the God you've always denied to have mercy on your soul as they slice out your heart."

*Dante`s eyebrow perked up and an evil grin came upon his red full lips*

Fine but know that i have never denied the lord it is not untill latly that I have grown to hate him

*His head the wonders around the club looking at the dancing idiots as they jump and swing thier apendages around like drunkin monkeys*

*Marius thinks on this threat. He has faced hunters before. Even armies... However, he was young and arrogant then. Now he knows it is better to have allies. He stands silent for a moment, then with a flash of light across his pale blue eyes, he smirks.*

"Well...if these bastards want to die, then let them attack us. It's rather ironic how you say this to me now. I assume there will be two wars then, one between us, the creatures that lurk in the shadows, and the one where we, the monsters, battle for our existence. May the God we all either loath or disavow - for reasons that are too numerous to count -have mercy on us all."

*Taking his hand from the table, Marius turns his back to the two men and walks with his head down and his hands in his pockets. Without thinking about it, the door becomes an inferno of black flames. As he entered ominously, he leaves...lost in the black flames that are devouring his soul.*

Hiro only sighed. "At this rate we're all going to end up dead."

*looks at Marius Draven and smiles with a little grin and fades to the shadows away from the club*

*Dante slams his large fist on the table*

Fine if you feel that way then.. then..... I will jion you in this so called war