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Eric followed Deadpool through a short path through the back streets and arrived with him at a run-down building.

I might have actually used this place as a nest once or twice...seems like a place I'd use, anyway. No one's around, it's decrepit, no one would want to go inside...figures it'd be a perfect hideout for him, too.

He followed his new partner inside, ascending several flights of stairs to the top. Fortunately, he still kept up enough training he could only feel some wind out of his sails from climbing to the top of the building before entering the "apartment" at the end of the hall. A putrid odor had lingered throughout the abandoned complex, though it was merely vacant and festering. The stench of lived-in squalor hit Eric like a heavyweight uppercut. Eric's eyes watered a bit as he was more used to an organized living space.

"Well, with this kind of work, I could understand cleanliness falling by the wayside for a while..."

This dude's place smells like Satan's outhouse!
Eric stood up and started to follow Deadpool out. He grabbed his gear at the door since they weren't too keen on letting him take his .50-cal into the main bar area. Once they had left the bar, he kept his eyes peeled as he continued to follow Deadpool, curious as to where he stayed.

Better keep an eye out. He seems to have any nearby threats covered...I can put that thousand-yard stare to some positive use...
"That's fine with me. Going in, guns blazing would be okay, if not for what we're after. We spook the target too soon and he'll start thinking ahead and thinking of where to hide."

So he can do the interrogation and I don't open myself up to going too far.

"Looks like our first order of business will be to scout that office. It's probably no secret who runs the place while our man's away. It'd just be a quick look on the Internet. The next step, we get as much info on the building as we can to plan our way in and out. Building plans or schematics would be nice, though he might have already thought of that and they won't be available. Last, we get a feel for his head henchman's work patterns. Then, we can capture him, set up a conference room and go from there."
"True. Not like this town is the nation's exemplar of peace on Earth and goodwill to men. It'd at least help me more to get an inside look at this place. Might have seen it before, but I wouldn't know it housed this fatcat if I saw it. Plus, I need to figure our available routes in and out, how tight they keep security, where he is and when, things like that. If he has a seven-figure payout, there's gotta be at least five different factors making this hit worth that much, and at least three of them have to do with what he can buy."
Good to know he is that crazy.

"Not like I was gonna try to disguise my way away from you. You're at least useful to me right now. Or I'm useful to you, if you want to look at it that way. We'll be more successful taking this cretin together. I was talking more about using it to slip cops and this executive's minions. It might even be useful to make them look for the wrong guy or think there are more people infiltrating than there really are. A Potemkin army, if you will."
Good thing he told me that now and not after an attempt to kill him.

"I see. So you were here more before I was and you might have just been in here all this time and I don't recognize you. Wearing that mask around all the time, I don't reckon you want much of anyone to know who you are. I probably should do a better job in that aspect. Maybe some other cover would help. I have some disguises now and then. I ain't one of them superhuman anomalies, so a costume like yours is off the table."
Name: Lanestol

Alias: The Cardinal of Calamity

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Priest

Appearance:


Lanestol stands 6' 2", wears light leather armor beneath his black robes becoming of a member of most planes' clergymen. He has a bit of a trimmer stature, on the lighter side of athletic as he relies more on his magics than physical capabilities.

Magical Specialty: Transfer of life energies (helps him stay young), defense and evasion

Primary Color: White

Secondary/Tertiary colors: Black, Red

Preferred creatures: Foxes, Clerics, Vampires, Priests, Demons

Favorite mechanic/keyword: Extort

Home plane: Innistrad

History: Lanestol was born on Innistrad, the realm of struggle between humanity and its predators, in the city of Ashmouth in the Stensia province. He started training in magic from his youth from one of the schools under the Church of Avacyn, initially training in healing and preventative magic. He began to work his way up to more advanced magics as a prodigy of the abbot in the church dedicated. Through plots and intrigue unknown to him at the time, his mentor, an elder, turned up dead one morning when he was 11. He continued his training through the succeeding elder, who taught him the darker sides of life magic, helping him channel his ability to take life, burn and corrupt from within. Though initially opposed, he gave in and trained in ways that undid his earlier lessons under the guise of "advancing his studies further and studying the countermeasures of life-giving magic."

Upon his graduation from the school, he began work as a cleric in the Church of Avacyn, entering the priesthood. He continued his work for his parish until he was 31. He had ascended to eldership for his parish one year earlier due to the high turnover rate (high turnover into food for vampires, werewolves and the undead). One day, he stumbled upon a secret meeting between his second mentor--now the Mayor--and a demon he had a contract with. The Mayor noticed Lanestol and threatened him, though his former student did not back down and challenged the Mayor to a duel, countering with the threat of revealing his dark pact to the town.

The duel ended after half an hour, with Lanestol narrowly besting his former mentor. Foregoing the opportunity to finish his fallen opponent, he instead questioned the Mayor about the death of his first mentor. He had begun to suspect a few things over the years, though without solid proof, he could not accuse him of anything. With his fate in his better's hands, the Mayor revealed he did, indeed, kill Lanestol's first mentor in an attempt to fast-track his way up the clergy ranks. His ultimate goal was to supplant the Lunarch himself. A burning in Lanestol's chest flared up like never before, anger and suppressed grief rising up and unleashing in the awakening of his Spark.

He planeswalked to Kamigawa, suddenly confused as to why he was not facing the fallen Mayor. Or why he did not even know where he was. It did not look like anything he had ever seen before. It was much more lush and the air much fresher than anywhere he had ever been on Innistrad. All he could do was walk and try to find someone. After two hours of wandering through the Jukai Forest, his injuries, drained power and hunger took the last of his energy. He awoke after a nearby kitsune village took him in when two of their sentries discovered him unconscious. An elder among them answered several questions he had about where he had wound up. In return, he used his skills to serve the village until he regained his bearings.

After he had figured out more about his planeswalking power, he finished repaying his dues and left to another plane, to Ravnica. Among the various guilds of the great city-state, he found his place best serving the Orzhov Syndicate, even after discovering their corruption. He resigned to always serving corruption in the church, giving partway into the darkness he was trained in. He continues ventures to other planes throughout the realms and making regular stops in Innistrad, Kamigawa and Ravnica, taking an occasional happy hour pit stop at the Mourning Mirrodin.

Groups/factions:
-Patron of the Mourning Mirrodin Establishment
-Church of Avacyn (former)
-Orzhov Syndicate

Trinkets/ Inventory: Carries a staff with him bearing the Orzhov sun insignia, which serves both as a channel for his magics and a solid beating stick up close. Wears a necklace with a near-indestructible ruby in the center.

Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=irnikRf7hEY&index=29&list=PLB1A736FC282F9FA4

Other: The necklace houses the deceased soul of a devious kitsune Lanestol defeated in his third trip to Kamigawa. He had originally possessed Lanestol before the planeswalker found a way to compromise and seal him in the gem since he could not eradicate the possessor completely. It does come around now and then and take control of Lanestol and has come to know his host's power. They remain attached to one another, even as Lanestol walks the realms.
"You know, for having so much influence with that brief a word with them, I haven't seen you around here much. And I've been coming here for assignments for two years on a regular basis. And my first visit was about five years ago." Eric had another shot of whiskey, cleaning the glass in one swig before buying and downing another. "And it's kinda scary how much we're alike. Scary as in, tracking this guy down with you might drive me to the point where I become more like you. I've heard the stories about how cuckoo you are. That's terrifying I might end up more like you even if half of them are true."
Should we put our CS in the OOC tab first or the Characters tab?
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