EOD THE SCRAP HEAP
Though the exterior may look rough built and, well much like a scrap heap, the inside is much different. The door opens to a small corridor with a red piece of cloth extends from the low ceiling to the floor. Pulling back the cloth, the rest of the building is revealed. Three steps lead into large space, dimly lit by the sparse selection of lights hanging from the ceiling behind wired cages to prevent them from getting smashed. The room resembles much of a small, old theatre, with the seating removed. Ragged red drapes hang periodically from the walls, which appear smooth (much unlike the outside). Ahead is the floor, where mutants may dance if they wish or stand, talk, drink. Behind that, a stage where a primitive DJ set stands, and scrubby speakers playing out whatever requests they receive. When the music stops a low humming can be heard from a the small generator that runs the place. Along the right wall is a seating area, where the more rhythmically challenged or more conversationalists gather. Along the left wall is the bar, stocked with a surprisingly large amount of alcohol, procured by whatever means necessary to make the club an enjoyable venue. Just to the left of the stage stands a large throne slightly more raised than the stage, jagged shards of metal protruding over the top, but the seat appears comfy, adorned with the same red material that hangs from the walls. This is the VIP section, private and perfect for discussing business, where you will most likely find the venue's owner, The Scrap King, along with some of his closer colleges sitting at tables slightly lower than the throne. Behind the throne is a thick door, the private quarters of the owner.
The club is usually empty in the early hours, but from 5PM onwards, the music begins to play and the crowds of mutants swarm the floor. Standing next to the entrance/exit is a small man, approximation 5ft in height, the bouncer. He is one of the king's favoured mutants, gifted with the ability to double in size, his strength amplifying with it. At the bar stands a thin and tattooed 'Jack sparrow' with heightened reflexes and speed. Clearly this is a haven for members of the brotherhood, though all mutants are welcome, humans only being accepted in as 'pets' of other mutants.
X-Men EoD Time
Wednesday, August 13th
Entering the now deserted club,
Lucas made his way to behind the bar where he poured grabbed a dusted over bottle of water. After taking a few large drinks, he opened the fridge under the counter. Hmm, he needed some more supplies, he'd have to make a trip to the south later. But for now, he satisfied his hunger with a stale half granola bar, before leaving to the
EoD North Sprawl.
After some time, Lucas reappeared at the Scrap Heap, moving the cloth aside and moving quickly to the bar, picking up the bottle of water he'd previously left there. He took a swig, placing it back behind the counter and turning around, taking a look around the place. His home and business, he walked the short distance to the throne to the left of the stage, taking a seat and placing his helmet upon his head. He closed his eyes, raising his real hand and peeling a piece of metal off his throne with his mind, the strip molding and shifting shape a few inches above his upturned palm, he waited patiently, knowing the boy would not disappointing in getting the message out.
About 20 minutes later, Lucas could hear someone greet his bouncer and walk towards the main hall of the club. Seconds later, Corpsefire, one of the members of the New Brotherhood walked in. The woman was barely 20, curvy, with wide hips but an almost nonexistent chest, she had dark hair hair in a messy, wolf like mat, some of it hacked to frame her face, some going as low as he mid back, layered and dull, seeming almost flaky. The woman was wearing a small pair of old shorts, a sports bra and a vest made out of a black SWAT vest torn to pieces, topped with combat boots and dozens of beads, spikes and feathers in her hair. Clearly Latina of origin, the woman's factions were hidden by her most striking feature, a Dia de los muertos style tattoo that covered her face, neck, shoulders and part of her chest, making her skin paler in some areas. Predatory, honey brown eyes standing out from the skull tattoo and makeup of her face fixing on Lucas almost immediately as her lips curled up on a grin. When Corpsefire looked at a person, it was common knowledge that person almost thought that the girl either wanted to kill them or fuck them, hard to know which. "Hey omnipotent leader. I know you don't like people interrupting you when you're being dramatic, but some punk told me you were looking for me." she said, crossing her arms in front of her exposed midriff.
"Forgive me, this works on lesser minds, I should have expected more from someone who can actually think around here."
Lucas grinned back, opening his eyes which seemed to shine underneath the helmet, "I'm assuming anyway." He added to the thinking remark. He took in the figure, noticing her more prominent features first. He remained on the throne, though the metal stopped twirling above his palm, dropping and becoming part of the throne once more. "Now if you wouldn't mind, tell me how exactly were you going to steal a generator? How were you going to get it here? I assume you planned this all out, or people might begin thinking you were suicidal."
"Tis almost like you don't know us Boss, we fuckin' love suicidal." replied Corpsefire as she walked towards Lucas, her hips bobbing alluringly from side to side. "And I'M not stealing shit, this is all the Freaks' baby. They managed to beat some guy's face in and get the route for the convoy carrying the generator." she shrugged, sitting down on one of the chairs, leaning back and wrapping her tattooed arm around the back of it while she crossed her legs. "They go in with those mooks from the column, make a fucking mess of things, you or Warp or little miss sexy an' I know it Metamorph sneak out the generater in the middle of the shit, you take it to the base near the plank and that's it."
Lucas sighed, expelling the air through his nose. "I thought I detected their dulcet tones on the mission board." He thought for a moment, if the route passed through anywhere in the wasteland then he'd be able to secure enough metal from the buildings to tear the escort to pieces. Lucas stood up, making his way to the bar and, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of honey coloured liquid, poured himself and corpsefire a drink. He returned to his seat, leaving the bottle at at the bar, and handing corpse her drink, betook his seat, sipping from the glass. The drink burned his throat, but at that moment, he needed it, the freaks were... troublesome. "What else did the freaks discover? Any Intel on equipment? who and what are carrying the damn thing?" Lucas questioned further, a little impatiently.
Corpsefire followed Lucas with her aggressive, honey colored eyes as he approached her and poured her a drink. The girl was not about to drink, though, she was the careful type and never drunk anything she had not opened and poured herself. Instead, her lips curled up on a small small while her brow furrowed maliciously and ran the tip of her index finger along the rim of the glass. After Lucas had asked his questions, she leaned forward once more, the alcohol in the glass lighting on fire the second she pulled her finger away from it. "Can't say boss, I just know the rendezvous spot. We ain't the X-men, we don't go around telegraphin' fucking plans."
Lucas sat in quiet contemplation, holding the glass by its rim and swirling it. He smirked when the alcohol caught fire, amused by her mistrust, though she was right not to trust him of course, nor anyone in this place. It was unfortunate about the lack of info, he could have really used something a little more substantial to put his mind somewhat at ease. "I am aware of that fact, we have neither the resources nor the backing from a virulent and narcissistic government. Discounting yours truly of course." He said in response, taking another drink from the glass.
"I wouldn't really call you virulent, boss-man." replied Corpsefire as she stood up and stretched, maybe because it was early in the morning, or maybe in a purposeful attempt to show her body. "Or government, fer that matter." she added as she covered the top of the glass with the palm of her hand, killing the fire. "I'll b' hanging out 'round the boneyard..." finally said the girl, putting her hands in the back pockets of her jean shorts and walking towards the exit, before stopping and turning towards Lucas; That's all ye needed to know, rite?"
"Ha, you're too kind."
Lucas said, rising from his seat and bowing his head slightly as Corpsefire made to leave. "Oh, one more thing, get a message out to the freaks, tell them to make sure they let me know when they're going to plan this thing out. That's assuming they'd want a plan in place." He added, rolling his eyes slightly.
"I reckon plan is already in place, boss." replied Corpsefire with a shrug, her eyes darting down for a second. "They're waiting at the rendezvous point..." she continued while writing something on an old piece of scrap paper she pulled from her back pocket. Instead of using a pen, the girl simply ran her fingertip through the paper, leaving behind small, carbonized lines with the shape of numbers and letters. Then, she handed the piece of paper with the letters burnt in to Lucas, continuing; "Coordinates , you go within' what.. two days? Then help them steal the thing. You don't show up within those two days, they try to steal the thing themselves. Not exactly rocket science." Before heading out, the girl simply grinned and concluded, "See ya boss, good huntin'" and finally walked out the door.
Taking the paper,
Lucas watched as Corpsefire left through the curtain, his eyes following her out. Once she'd gone, Lucas took a look at the paper, before stuffing it up his sleeve. He sighed, the prospect of this raid making him somewhat nervous, a usual symptom of coming up against any X-men. They were still mutants after all, and he'd once fought with them, times sure had changed. He waited a while to make sure Corpsefire had left before leaving through the curtain to
EoD North Sprawl, planning on finding Justin and Rook.
Justin strode into the heap taking a quick glance around at the thrown together headquarters. The outside looked more like an avant guard disaster while the inside was a bit elegant for it surroundings. "Huh leave it to lucas to pretty up a trash heap." He searched for a drink nearby but there was no booze to be seen at the moment, "Yo your highness."
Following close behind Justin,
The Rook eyed the area with distrust. He didn't like this, at all, and didn't like this place. "Where is this person we need to talk to?" he asked vaguely, his hands itching to draw his sword, not knowing what to expect in a place like this.
While Ferro was nowhere to be seen, the pair soon heard steps coming from the entrance behind them. Before they could turn around, they heard a feminine voice coming from behind them. "Yer dear boss ain't coming, boys." said the young Latina girl who had just walked in. It was probably the first time the pair met Corpse-fire, she was a petite, curvy girl with caramel skin, brown eyes and wolf-like black hair down to the middle of her back, adorned with all kinds of strange artifacts, feathers and the sort. She was wearing a pair of tattered, faded denim shorts which were probably a little bit too short for her hips, coupled with a sports bra and an old, fitted flak jacket over it. Her steps heavy with the sound of combat boots which seemed too big for her smallish frame, but surprisingly let her walk with unhindered briskness and sway. Considering the skimpiness of her clothes, most of Corpse-fire's skin was exposed, revealing a full body, Dia de los muertos style skeleton tattoo, complete with a detailed skull drawn over her entire face, matching her factions. The faint, intricately detailed grey lines of her myriad of tattoos must have been part of some unbearably painful and painstaking process, which corpse-fire was always eager to show off."You get to escort sweet ol' me to the rendezvous point, tho'" she added with a cocky grin as she leaned against the side of the doorway, crossing her arms in front of her actually rather small chest. "Dun' be worryin' tho, I don' bite unless the guy likes it.... Any questions?"
Justin spun with a quick pivot about to retort before his mouth tripped over its words when his thoughts came to screeching halt.
Hot damn. was the only thoughts he could form for a second before he finally got control back to his body. He may have gave up on love long ago but that didn't stop his hormones form running a train over his logic and motor functions. "One of the Freaks i presume? Cant say we have ever met." He scanned her features, tattoos, and adornments burning her into his mind, possibly spending to much time on the hip and waist area before making a mental picture of their new acquaintance to refer back on if he ever needed to get in contact with the freaks. "Where is the scrap king honestly?"
Seeing Justin oogling the newcomer,
The Rook narrowed his eyes at her. He already didn't trust any of these people, and now Warp was about to be distracted by one. "He is not coming," Rook said in answer to Justin's question, not waiting for the woman to answer. She had already said as much. "We should head out." The sooner they were underway, the sooner they could get rid of the Ganguro they were escorting.
"Eyes up 'ere mook." said
Corpsefire, bringing her hands to her hips and tapping on her own thigh with her index finger to ger Warp's attention before pointing up. "You ARE Warp and Rook, right?" she added. When the man asked where the Scrap King really was, however, the young woman lifted an eyebrow and nodded in Rook's direction, "What el chino said. He ain't comin'. I'm Corpsefire, you may call me corpsefire. I'm NOT one of them Freaks, but I AM with the New Brotherhood. Yer boss has been called to The Plank, urgent, he asked me to look after you two chicklins. He said you was in charge while he's away." she said taking a few steps towards the two boys and pointing directly at Justin's chest. "I'm to lead you to the Freaks and get you back here in as few pieces as possible." she continued. "And I agree with the lil' one, we oughta head out. You got everyone you need or do we have to stop at the armory?" she finally asked while she turned around and made for the door, placing one of the tattooed hands on the side of the door before she glanced back at the pair of mutants.
His eyes moved slightly at Corpsefire's persuasion to pay attention but what caught him off guard was Lucas' appointment of him in his stead. The leadership announcement took
Justin by surprise, it was enough of a shock to at least ground him back in the current situation.
I guess it pays to be friends with a regime leader. "Yeah im Warp and its nice to meet you, but," He placed a hand on Hisoka's shoulder for a second. "but Id call this guy The rook if you dont want end up a potato. And chicklins is a bit of an insult isn't it?" He questioned wondering just what this woman did usually for the brotherhood if he never saw her around coupled with the fact she looked down on them a bit.
My name might not carry much weight to others but most had heard of Hisoka and either respected or ran form him. He patted himself down a bit to check himself for items, his flask was empty but everything else seemed fine. "Im ready to go but i guess it wouldn't hurt to carry a hand gun."
His gaze already narrowed,
The Rook was a little surprised by Justin's statement in his defense. Or whatever that was. He looked over at Justin, his eyes relaxing for a moment as he did. He nodded at Warp. "We will stop and get you a firearm," he said calmly. Turning towards the door, Rook started walking and only stopped to wait for the other two to catch up.
"Brotherhood calls all sprawlers Chicklin's, don't take it personally." shrugged
Corpsefire as the two grown ass men got their panties in a bunch over being called names. She'd been called worse things by her own mother, let alone the Freaks or her brethren at The Plank. "Yah dainty little flowers ought to watch them easily bruised egos outside, people in the wastes don't play into any PC crap." she added with a half grin even though Rook had been considerably more stoic. It was like that out with the brotherhood, one day you and some bloke had a romp, the next day you tried to kill each other, the next you were best friends. No one had the time or the luxury to be sensitive or butt-hurt. "See you boys at the exit, by the South Sprawl." added the girl, patting both Rook and Warp on the shoulder, one with each hand, as she walked out the door, yawning and stretching noticeably as she walked out and muttering, "'Tis too early for this shit." clearly to herself but loud enough so everyone could hear had they been interested, even though it was already close to noon.
"Hey dont look at me, your the one who usually corrects people on your new name change."
Justin shrugged, throwing his hands up in defeat after Corpsefire had left. "I guess my ol sarcasm aint what i used to be." He spun and started to head for the door hoping Hisoka would follow. "Im going to get at least a little something for protection if something comes up that i cant fix with my fists. You going to get anything?" He asked holding the door open for
EoD North Sprawl.
The Rook leaned away from the girl's touch, not wanting to anger her by sucking her powers out. The Brotherhood clearly didn't know what he did or else none of the 'proud mutants' would go anywhere near him. Looking at Warp as he passed by, Rook sternly resisted the urge to roll his eyes, one hand checking that his sword was still firmly strapped to his side. "I have a firearm," he said with a nod. "And my sword. That is all I need." He followed out to
EoD North Sprawl, blinking slightly.
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