[u][i]Johnny Kin Valos.[/i][/u]

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Just another day in the life of [i]Greed[/i] and [i]Godhood[/i].

Everything felt eh to Johnny. The Vanguard was gathered in another forced meeting. Like Johnny didn't really care for playing around with the other members of this faction, if you could call it that. He only wanted to reap the rewards of this group. Because if there weren't any, he would certainly be the first to leave. It was a simple rule of nature. Stick with a large pack of wolves and you get a slice of their meals. Mendel was a shithole, and it was only a matter of time until the Skulls come to stir trouble. So why not stick with the Vanguard and have some fun cracking some [i]Skulls[/i]? Get it? Skulls? Though the scene in this dingy-ass bar, with nothing to do but watch some stupid-ass sport, was boring the hell out of him. Like, didn't Ms. Whisper what the fuck a high class bar is? Of course not. If she did; they wouldn't be here. 

Sitting in this uncomfortable bar seat, Johnny started playing with that fancy brown duster he's always seen wearing. With gold studs, zippers, and cufflinks. He was just zipping it up and down. Like some child. He had on brown dress pants, with black dress pants. Wearing the same matching brown fedora with a black band and Star-shaped sunglasses. Swinging off his neck was a gold chain. A fresh to death attire for a fresh to death man. For a moment, Johnny considered doing something to liven this place up a little. Johnny lives for [i]excitement[/i]! Not sitting on his ass.... Johnny's eyes peered down this row of seats and saw some hot blonde bitch sitting in a spot reserved for the Vanguard. Normally, Johnny would be more than glad to beat some sense into this girl, but she was attractive. He was looking for some [i]excitement[/i]...

Johnny shot Taylor a playful smirk as he stood straight up out of the chair. He grabbed his cane which was leaning up against the car, with BLOODSHED engraved into the side. This girl better hope she doesn't see the bloodshed. "Hello there, sweetheart..." Johnny shot her a smirk as he sat down. However, some other tool decided that he would try to chat her up. What the hell was his name? Nick Slater... The resident Magneto wanna-be. The mechanic. Obviously not worth his time. Johnny had to roll his eyes. "'[i]Come here often[/i]'?" Johnny tilted his glasses as he spoke to Nick, "Maaaan, I [i]would[/i] teach yo' ass some better pick up lines, but I think the only thing you'll come close to fucking is a [i]muffler[/i]." Johnny shot him a cocky smirk as he began chuckling. "So mind steppin' aside? I got [i]actually[/i] important business to attend to."

[u][i]Caden Isiah Zorich.[/i][/u]

My, my, my... What a gathering of Skulls. Caden sat in his chair with his arms crossed. The Shadow-Child enjoyed sharing his seat with the rest of the Big Four - Or should he call them the Big Five now that young Matthew had been inducted. The Skulls didn't like him. They said he was creepy, strange, and how they should just end it all here! But they all live in fear of his power. Even Skeleton. Only person they would fear most would be Matthew. Caden can see it, Matthew becoming the head of the Skulls. He is easily the strongest Skull. But the one true leader of the Skulls should be Caden... He would make them the one true faction of Meta-human, comprised of Meta-humans of all origins. That will shed all useless titles of being a worthless gang, and rise to something greater.  

An ideal.

But, oh boy, Caden didn't want to get ahead of himself here. His position in the Skulls was satisfactory for now. He would need to gain some influence before he attempts anything rash as a coup. Which could end badly for him if he gets a little too hasty. Caden remained seated. He would have some words with Matthew when mama-bear Kylie isn't looking. He knew her looks, he knew she despised him.

[u][i]Reiko Silas Ain.[/i][/u]

A bunch of fools. Reiko sneered at the thought of participating in the mess they called a bar. She was classier than that, at least she didn't act like an [i]untrained[/i] animal. Which is why she choose a booth far away from the fools, wearing a black cocktail dress and some long boots, drinking some fine wine she herself had saved for such an occasion. Celebrating the ascension of Matthew Detmer herself. A lonely way to celebrate, but Reiko never related to these savages. There were few that she thought of being better than the rest of them, and Kylie and Matt had the pleasure of being them. Matthew had an incredible power... One that could easily trump Reiko's. If they were to fight, Reiko could only hope to ambush him. However, they have no reason to fight. Which is something that she appreciated. She planned on congratulating the child later - Despite his ascension, he still had some ways to go. Which is something Reiko had over him: experience. For now, she was going to stay in this lonely booth until she had other business to attend to.

[u][i]Vanessa Katherine Kalford.[/i][/u]

"Listen, guys, you don't-" Vanessa pleaded in vain.

"Shut the fuck up!" A man, who just so happened to have a knife pressed to her throat, shouted. He was one of three men - Each wielding their own weapons (A pipe and a wooden bat). Each of them looked like hardcore meth-heads who were desperate for another hit. Which is why they're here. "We told you to drop your clothes and give us all you got. Not talk."  

[i]Not going to happen.[/i]

It may look like Vanessa made the wrong decision going down this dark alley, making herself look like an easy target, but this is [i]honestly[/i] what she wanted. It looked like she was helpless, holding her hands into the air, but she was in control here. Everything but the outermost layers of skin was comprised of cold iron. That knife wasn't going to do anything but scratch her. It looked like there was no choice here. Vanessa turned the area where the knife was pressed against her into iron, and absorbed the very tip of the knife into her body. He wouldn't notice since she had the [i]exact[/i] area turned into metal - it pressing against her helps. Officially, it's her knife now. Nothing would allow him to take it back. The man quickly realized that [i]he[/i] wasn't the one holding the knife. He tried pulling it away futilely. Which was all apart of the surprise. Vanessa released the knife, and the man was caught off guard. Vanessa quickly put all she could into one solid punch to the man's jaw. Needless to say, the man went down in one blow. He was sent sprawling backwards and landed on his back with what had to be a broken jaw. Maybe she should have put less force behind that one.... She quickly went into a boxing stance. The southpaw stance. Her right arm and leg in front, with enough distance between her left leg. She was ready to take the other two down.

The other two thugs were honestly surprised that she was able to turn the tables so easily, but they weren't going to give up just yet. The man with the bat rushed Vanessa with the bat poised to swing to her side. However, Vanessa grabbed the bat with an iron grip, and used it to throw the mugger off balance by swinging it aside. Taking advantage of the man's opening, she delivered a iron-punch to the man's side. Which had knocked the wind out of him, and sent him tumbling over. Which was followed by a solid stomp to his hand. Absolutely shattering it. She felt his bones crush underneath her feet... It it looked like it hurt! The screaming made it sound like it too.

Vanessa stepped off the man's foot, and turned towards the last of her aggressors. He dropped the pipe he was holding and took off running out of the alleyway like he's seen a coach. The implications were obvious. He didn't want none of Vanessa.

She let out a casual sigh and jogged out of the alleyway, tossing her grey hood over her head. She didn't know if this guy was coming back with help, nor did she want to be around to find out. She reverted her body back to flesh and bones opposed to metals. She didn't need to anymore. Jesus. She needs to stop doing this. Her thrill-seeking nature would not end well. For her, or anyone else. Vanessa let out a sigh as she slid her hands into her pockets and began marching back to her apartment. Hoping that this would be her fix of excitement for today.