[H3][SUB][color=b80707]AT A RANDOM BAR AT KABUCHIKO | AUGUST 25, 2010 | 6:00 PM[/color][/SUB][/H3]
[@GreenGoat][@Polaris North][@WXer][@KimmiNinja][hr][INDENT]Although appearing introverted, most of those who had gathered had eccentric personalities. Soon enough, the tension and ackward silence that was building up in the room would eventually just vanish. This was simply in their nature. It might have taken a few minutes, but things were finally picking up. 

[color=c4df9b]"Old man, why stop at a country? Why not the whole world?"[/color] 

[color=limegreen]"How do you even plan on taking over the country with all those heroes littered around in this country? And do we owe you our loyalty because you gave us these? And if so, what do we get from it besides... whatever is in these?"[/color]

Appreciating the inquisitiveness that was being showed, Jin wasted no time in addressing the questions thrown at him. 

[color=00a99d]"Easy now. "[/color] Jin chuckled as he slightly raised his hands, as if trying to pacify the eagerness everyone was showing through their inquiries.

[color=00a99d]"I did mention the country, but feel free to assume that we'll be going for much more as our influence expands.  Baby steps, Miss Akane. Baby steps."[/color] 

Jin then turned to green-eyed young man. [color=00a99d]"I have to apologize, but given how small our numbers are, our boss prefers keeping things underwraps for now."[/color] The tone of Jin's voice along with his demeanor momentarily shifted, turning stern and serious. His visor suddenly began emitting a faint pulsating red-hued glow.

[color=00a99d]"A goal without a plan, is just a pipe dream. And what we have is definitely far from that."[/color] 

Taking his time and calming his nerves, Jin sat back and enjoyed his drink before continuing; the light that came from his visor, slowly dissapated.

 [color=00a99d]"An excellent question, Mr. Kazuhiro. We believe that loyalty isn't demanded, but earned. So, consider those to be nothing more but gifts. Whether or not you choose to walk out those doors is solely up to you."[/color] 

Given what Jin had said, the chances of it being deemed as an unsatisfactory answer was relatively high, but he was a difficult and confusing individual; he was a pain to deal with, and he was well aware of this.

Despite how vague his answers were, Jin wanted to talk some more and share information regarding their organization, but was distracted by the few who had decided to just take the drug.

 [color=DC143C]"Alright, let's get this over with."[/color]

As much as he enjoyed a good conversation, Jin had no issues with individuals who preferred action over words.



 [color=DC143C]"Somehow, this won't be the first thing that changes my life dramatically that I've gotten in a mysterious case, so I won't doubt its potency. However, I do have a question about you, Jin. How come everyone else, including your buddy Takeshi, looks like a freak to me... but you, somehow, look normal?"[/color]

Leaning backwards and instead of talking, Jin just watched and enjoyed the show that was about to come. He'd seen it on several occasions, but it was always amusing, the way the body responded to the little gift they had to offer.

Reactions usually appeared mild; people would just experience minor convulsions, transiently lose consciousness, or just end up blankly staring into space. However, not everyone was as fortunate. At one corner of the room, a flickering flame had suddenly appeared. At the edge of the table, opposite to Jin, was a middle-aged man. He bent forward facing the table, and apparently growling.

With drink still in hand, Jin stood up and started to walk away. He was well aware of what was about to come, and decided to distance himself a bit from the inevitable commossion.

[color=00a99d]"You guys better prepare yourself. Things are about to get rough."[/color] 

A massive fire had appeared from behind everyone, and within it was a man kneeling and screaming in pain. Another individual fell on the floor, restless and wailing in agony. His limbs started to gnarl as his muscles were tearing through his blood-red skin, causing him to increase in size.

Their calm and casual meeting immediately turned into some kind of death trap. Smoke and smoldering flames were surrounding them, and if that wasn't bad enough, they now had to deal with a rage-filled ogre of a man who had began lashing out.[/INDENT][H3][SUB][color=b80707]OUT OF CHARACTER[/color][/SUB][/H3][hr][INDENT]The ogre is around seven feet in height, extremely muscular, and crazed in every possible way. No clear vision of the guy on fire. Sadly, he's just there screaming and keeps on producing more fire.[/INDENT]