Glass Reflection -Invite Only-

[Lars L Lazarus]

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Like a damaged reel of videotape, a broken record spinning feebly over the fissure with ugly static warbling, sunrise for the shadows arrived with repetition capable of deadening even the brightest eyes into some dim, docile, sheep-like compliance, twilight a shade pulled at predictable, timed intervals and condemned to be hatefully rejected by the destroyer for what it was, what it meant. Squabbling dogs all around him nibbling their ticks, jockeying for position, rutting to produce piss-soaked replicas of themselves, they had no power here, and likewise he could barley focus. Even had he possessed the mental capacity to muse consciously on all this destructive nonsense, there would be no means to such an end. What did wolves have but their dens, their hunts, their skittish fear and inevitable extinction? Trudging around a well lit room blazing blue eyes scanning the colorful walls of the building as his body began to quiver. His mind reeling with the thoughts of his given assignment... Set down this destructive path L smirked deviously...turquoise blue eyes narrowing neatly as he checked his watch...wouldn't be much longer now.


Not longer than an hour ago he had done some digging...taking down Glass Reflection would be no easy task oh no...if he was to even have a chance at taking them down he would need a full team. Each with their own unique set of skills...contacting almost every bounty hunter, assassin, or mercenary with a good track record. Offering them the deal of a lifetime...well, not maybe a life time. But it would certainly get their names out there...they would each receive an anonymous call from an unknown contact known as L. From there, rather or not they decided to follow the instructions was up to them. Each person he had called was given coordinates to his private frigate with a password for each one of them to board without getting blasted. From there they would board, and be escorted to the mission room were he would soon meet them.

'The plot thickens...' He thought to himself, pacing back and fourth in his office just on the other side of the meeting room. looking around the large extravagant office with a large seat that would surly make anyone feel sick with power...stuffing his hands into his pocket and walking around the table with a skip in his step the man plopped down in the chair, spinning it around so his back was too the door and he could stare out into the distance...giving a thoughtful sigh. L crossed his leg over his knee and leaned on the arm of the chair, resting the side of his head into his finger tips as his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. He needed to think of a game plan for when the all arrived...and as he glanced at the clock he realized they should of been arriving any minute now. "Five more minutes..." he whispered.



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[Cortana Jade]

And here she was yet again, arriving on a personal frigate this time. Her life was so very unpredictable and she loved every single minute of it. To live such a spontaneous life and get payed for it, was the ultimate goal. This mysterious person she hadn't ever the chance of meeting contacted her, and all she knew was that his name was L, how mysterious. Glass reflection huh? She hadn't heard much about them prior to this situation popped up. She was curious, and so that also drove her to show up and show out. Her heels clicked against the metallic flooring of this massive frigate. Her outfit was a black suit that hugged her body tightly, she needed to be able to move freely, and quickly at any given time. This could've been a trap for all she knew, she had pissed a lot of people all during her career, and she needed to be on alert for anyone trying to outwit her and set her up.

Make-up made her skin a darker tone, and contacts changed her eyes to a forest green color. Her hair was styled to a bob, a dark brown color. She even had drew on a little beauty mark. Today her name would be Scarlet, thats the story she would be sticking with. Always have to be on your p's and q's and there was no telling what would go down, even if this person was a so called soon to be ally she still didn't want him knowing her true name.

When those blast doors opened, she greeted her escorts with a sultry smile, immediately putting on a act for the audience. She walked past them, and turned around only to give them a look that subtly asked "if they were coming?". She was then escorted to the mission room, and raised an eyebrow at the sights when those doors opened for her. Her heels clicked with every step she took making her way down the steps. Her movements were slow and she approached an open space that was some feet away from a large chair.

"I'm assuming your L?" She said dragging out her words. @Lars L Lazarus

 

[Orn'komad]

Orn'komad adjusted his jacket as he approached the frigate, feeling horribly underdressed. I look like a gang member, not a competent smuggler. He briefly considered heading back to his ship to change - wear something a bit fancier than his usual brown shirt and slacks and black leather - but decided against it. First job in months, don't want to blow it by being late.
Discretely checking his weapons - everything in order - he approached the entrance and assumed a cold demeanor. An emotionless gaze hit the escorts as the doors slid open, and the only word that escaped his lips was the passcode he'd been given. The guards were a tad twitchy - probably just didn't want to let anyone in who wasn't supposed to be there, but better to keep an eye on them just in case. He'd never heard of this L, much less the Glass Reflection that had been mentioned in their only contact, and it was far better to be wary than trusting.

Orn allowed himself to be led into a meeting room, making note of the dark-skinned woman standing to the side and the man in the chair, who he assumed was L. The woman was almost certainly hiding something, but that's all he caught right away - whether she was planning to kill him or just cheating on her lover, he couldn't tell. The man's cloak covered the back of his head, but in the window he was staring out Orn thought he caught the reflection of a mask. Kark it. I HATE masks. He allowed a smirk to spread across his face and easily took a seat. "Well, hello, everyone. Glad to see I'm not too late." He winked at the woman and leaned back, resting his feet on the table. Well then, let's just see where this goes, shall we?

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[86-9F]

89 approached the frigate. He changed his voice to sound human, that why people wold think he was a human in a suit of armor, so they won't know his weaknesses. He prepared his weapons just in case, and double checked to make sure they were ready. He was wary of this L, he had never heard of him nor did he ever hear of this Glass Reflection. However after a quick holonet search he did find a bit about it, thought he can't be sure if the information was completely reliable. After finishing a weapons check he typed the password and entered.

"I'm assuming your L" He said to the guy on the chair acting as human as he can be.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Walking onto the Scene slowly Shargon was indeed late, his entire body covered in a Black suit that looked almost like it was a Air-bag. The Black Suit was mostly covered by baggy light thin pants and a Duster cloak that a smugglar would were, On Shargons Black covered head was a mafia Fedora. It displayed a Black Sun Symbol and another symbol was unknown. Security looked at Shargon oddly and laughed slightly. Shargon smiled in his mist and proceeded to stand by the others toward the back. It looked like he was not the only one. He said nothing and only listened.

Examining his quote on quote 'allies', A human in skin tight outfit, a mouthy Twi'lek male and a Big guy that wore armor like a Titan. How Original he thought to himself at he watched more from his black suit. Tilting his hat down he leaned against a metal wall. His Cloths and body slightly indenting as if his body was partly air.

 

[Orn'komad]

Orn watched the newcomers enter, the bemused smile on his face belying a detailed rundown of the huge man in power armor and the suited stranger. The soft hum radiating from the former seemed to indicate that his weapons were hot - best watch out for him. No weaknesses in the armor, as far as he could see. Formidable, to be sure, even intimidating, but Orn was beginning to think less and less that this was a trap. The merc (as he assumed the armored man was) would be just as confused as he was, and hopefully not an adversary.
The other man was more interesting. Black suit, black cloak, black hat, Black Sun insignia - and another he didn't recognize. Orn made a mental note to do a search for it once he got back to his ship - IF I get back to my ship. He seemed to get thinner as he leaned against the wall - make that two things on the list.
He still couldn't figure out what the woman was hiding, and it was annoying him. It didn't seem like she had any desire to hurt him - no one did, now that he'd been able to think for a few moments (though the masked man in the chair might still be hiding something) - but there WAS something. It was on the tip of his tongue, like the name of an actor in a holodrama that he recognized from somewhere else but just couldn't seem to place.

After a long, awkward silence in the room, he couldn't take that feeling of nonrecognition any more. He had to think about something else. And what better way to do that than...
He cleared his throat. "I'm not arrogant enough to assume everyone was brought here to kill me, and I sure as feth didn't come to kill anyone," he paused, glancing sidelong at the woman, "yet. So," he continued, standing and taking a few steps toward the man - assuming he was a man - in the chair, still with his helmet resting on his fingertips, "Mr. L, I take it, what have you got for us?" He leaned on one arm out toward the wall. "Or are we still waiting for people to show up?"


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