[Date: September 15th. Time: 2358 GMT] [Jason is doing whatever he tends to do around 2358 GMT.] [Start!] (Location and such really don't matter, just think of something interesting and IC for him to be doing) (2358? @_@ That around midnight?) (Yup.) * Jason is in a decently crowded bar! Playing pool, wearing shades, with some beer nearby and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He takes a shot and doesn't do a very good job of getting the designated ball into its designated pocket, but he doesn't seem to care very much. Never was good at pool. (#sabooc too for dice rolls) * Jason's opponent smirks and manages to sink one ball, but that leaves him without an easy shot so his next hit is doesn't do anything. [The environment of the bar keeps pretty loud and rocous and fun if you like that sort of thing. A few women (of age women even) are seem to be checking out Jason, although his lack of pool ability is deny them a decent complimentary entry line at the moment.] [And awareness roll. If you use a particular sense, tell me.] (That being mind, or is it body?) (mind) * Jason used that opportunity to grab a drink, then is back at it, walking around the table and looking for a decent shot. He settles before long (face it, Jason's impatient) on a simple one, and uses it to knock one - just barely - into a pocket. (Miss by four.) * Jason tries a follow up shot, and it gets him absolutely nowhere. [There's continued hustle and bustle, some people entering and leaving, conversation gets a bit louder at the crowded bar itself.] * Jason's opponent seems to think he's got a nice shot and glances over to the women checking out Jason trying to get their attention as he showboats a bit to line it up. He knocks a ball in, unfortunately for him the que ball falls in right after. [The women laugh a little and one, a brunnette we'll say, says to his opponent, while checking out Jason. "Sure you're ready to play with the big boys?"] [Give me another awarness roll. -4. And I'll want to know how much you make by.] (Miss by one. My Mind is teh bestest. ^^) [Bar conversation is a bit louder, and some people are moving around a bit, but Jason doesn't think it's anything much important. His opponent has put the que ball and the sunk ball back on the table and Jason can probably find an easy shot.] * Jason smirks. "Scratch." He sets up his shot and makes it, sinking the one he was going for and setting himself up in an okay position; nothing great. * Brunnette decides this is as good as she's going to get. "Nice technique." She lies in a fairly flirty voice. She gets a couple of catty looks from Jason's other admirers. * Jason takes a drag of his cig and walks around. His eyes flash a visible red behind his glasses, and this one makes it in, too. The table's clearing out. His third one's a total miss, and he grins at the brunette after. "Lucky shot, but thanks." * Brunnette smiles at Jason. "Well, better to be lucky than good. At pool at least..." [Awareness roll -8] * Jason looks her over. The guy could be rearranging the table, for all he cares. "At least? Does that apply to anything else?" (Whoo, made by four!) * Jason's opponent decides he's not getting anywhere with the women and tries to concentrate on the game instead, working on finding his next shot. [Jason notices that the loud voices seem to be escalating into some shoving that's about to turn into a real fight. He also catches enough to figure it's about some woman (not one of his admirers). He's not actually seeing the woman in question though.] [Pool opponent and brunette haven't seemed to notice, although some of his others admirers and others around have and seem to be positioning themselves to get involved or stay out.] Well, I can think of at least one sport that it's important to be both lucky and good. And seems like you've already got the lucky down. * Jason laughs. "And you're wondering if I'm any good. I-" He blinks, then looks over in the direction of the fight... for once, he's not in it. "Huh." (Glad you finally made that roll, cause bad come-on lines really aren't my specialty. :P) (They were really bad.) (Yup. ^_^; (Let that be a lesson to you. Never rely on Jason's awareness!) [Now that he's actually looking (awareness roll -4)] (Oh, you've got to be kidding me. :P) [Several of the guys at the bar seem involved, punches are starting to be thrown as well as a couple fairly unplesant seeming kicks, the natural consequences of the fight (spilled drinks, bumping people) seem to rapidly be spreading it. As a sign that this might be a vicious one, someone's already got a knife out.] [In the turmult you can't really tell whose started it.] (Not bothering with init or anything, just act as you like, even attack actions.) [Similarly hard to tell who they're fighting over.] * Jason frowns, probably because, as stated, it's a fight without him. "You might wanna get out of here," he says to the brunette, proving he's a polite and caring psychopath, before he heads towards and into it, in an effort to see just whot his is all about. (Awarness check again. -4) (Miss by two. >_<) (I have to admit, then rolls haven't been very good anyhow.) * Brunette nods and seems to have survival as her priority rather than other things. Although the fight is pretty near the door so she heads to the back. A few others have already had the same idea. [Jason's attention is caught by the guy with the knife, he apparently choose the wrong initial victim as the man who was stabbed grabs the knife hand squeezing hard enough to cause a scream of pain before tossing the fool over the bar and into the bottles stored behind it.] [Knifer is probably still alive, but rather cut up by the glass and soaking in alchohol in a bad way.] [The rest of the fight is a bit more controlled, but getting vicious as its mutually acknowledged that the stakes are higher than usual.] [There's a few women involved, one fighting rather well and still hard to get a grip on the situation.] (Awareness roll after your next action.) [The bartender seems to be ducking to safety and calling the cops. Probably after finding what passes for a shotgun in a country with gun control.] * Jason eyes the knifer, but he doesn't do anything to fix the whole being alive thing. He continues making his way through, though he does take a moment to punch an incoming attacker in the face and send him crumpling to the floor with a broken nose. (Ha!) (Missed that awareness roll by, um, six.) (Hmm.. well, you're actually close enough now I'll give you a -6 on that. Meant to give at least a -4 anyways. :P) (Then I made it! :P) [Jason notices when the guy goes down that there's a rather attractive dusky skinned woman with short styled and presumably died crimson/orange hair. She's currently staying out of the fight and smoking a cigarrette, which she just flicked behind the bar.] [Oh and that punch mean that people are giving Jason, along with the guy that was knifed, a little extra room if they can help it.] (Rather attractive. Not impossibly gorgeous painful to look at or anything?) [Modify that, pretty damn sexy, but enjoyable not painful to look at. And mind (memory) check. -8 bonus.] (*thumbs up*) [She looks familar, specifically she looks a hell of a lot like the extra-planar that he saw briefly right before he ran off and was shot. But that particular woman is dead and he didn't get a good luck at her anyways, so who knows...] [Meanwhile, the fight keeps going and oddly people seem to be sort of backed up in the back, as if theirs some trouble getting out the back door in the hallway by the bathrooms.] (thers) [The fight in the front is getting more vicious, some broken bottles, dirtier tactics, everyone seems to be rather angry.] [And there's screaming from the guy on the far side of the bar. Something about being on fire. There's a bit of a burning smell, so he's probably not just whining.] (The female angel chick, right?) (nope) (there was another near the end) (Um, I'm looking. ^^;) (Find on 'dusky') [Bartender reappears from the back room holding a mace. Not a can of mace, an honest to god bash someone's skull in with the pointy bits mace. "Take it outside if you want to be able to walk out! Oh shit..."] (Oh yes, she's on a schedule!) (Right) * Jason calmly ignores the stench of burned flesh - he gets it a lot - and keeps heading for the chick. Hopefully nobody's stupid enough to attack him, but hey. [One punk gets thrown Jason way and in an attempt to extricate himself throws a fairly irrelevent punch at Jason before realizing who he is.] * Dusky woman has gotten out another cigarette and is looking up at Jason. * Jason catches the guy by the arm and sets him on fire, then tosses him aside without a second thought. Punk's got other things to worry about now, and Jason continues heading to the lady; seems he's got her attention now. [Meanwhile the fire behind the bar starts rapidly spreading, there's a fair amount of wood so given the alcohol helping it along the fire is having a grand old time, the top of the bar is starting to catch and the rest of the flames are growing to a level to be noticable. Bartender has run to get a fire extinguisher.] [Jason's lighting a guy on fire didn't help this either and most of the fighters are now busy trying to stampede there way to the door (body roll Jason. Unarmed defense (holds) helps.)] (Made by four.) [Someone yells from the back. "We need a key back here! The doors not opening!" Definate note of panic, might be that brunette from before.] [Jason manages to knockdown anyone who would brush to close or try to knock him over, he proceeds uninterupted to the woman who holds out her cigarrete to him, somewhat expectently.] [Oddly enough no one seems to be able to get the front door open either. Could be the press of bodies although it seems like it should be opening out.] [Meanwhile the guy who was stabbed has grabbed the mace that the bartender put down, he seems to be making his way to the door. There are incidentally, small windows. Covered with small metal laticce gridding, good to prevent breakage.] * Jason takes the cigarette and lights it, inhaling, then exhaling smoke. He takes off his sunglasses, gets a good look at the lady, and his eyes flash strangely. "What are you doin' here?" He's barely heard over the stampeding and panic. [Guy with the mace starts tossing a few people out of his way, there are others on the ground now being nicely trampled. The brunette is actually trying to run to the front but is having some trouble getting through the crowd. The flames are spreading, the bartenders efforts making little difference.] * Woman takes a drag and then looks Jason over. "I'm here to summon you." * Guy with mace speaks in a fairly low and quiet voice that projects oddly well. "I'm going to beat my way out of here. Don't care whose in my way as I do it." * Jason ignores the guy. And the brunette. "Yeah? What for?" (Goodness, Jason's earning his Chaotic Evil alignment today.) [The bar is definately in full panic mode, although a couple enterpreneural souls seem to decide this is a good time for looting in case they do live through this.] * Brunette reaches Jason and starts tugging at his shoulder. "Nobody can get out! I think we're going to die in here!" Why exactly she thinks he'll be able to hlep just because he's the most handsome guy in the room is unclear, maybe too many movies. (Ha!) [Mace guy is starting to make his way through to the door, although the fire has now spread to the degree that it's running across the room and has caught the ceiling.] * Woman takes another drag and then looks back at Jason. "You didn't think those powers you enjoy were free, did you?" She then looks at the mace guy with a bit of annoyances as he bashes and tosses aside those whose panic impared judgment cause them to fear the wrong immediate threat. [Somewhere in the distance a clock begins chiming. Bar doesn't have any clocks like that, don't want people knowing how late it is after all.] * Jason is tugged on, and actually looks at the woman, annoyed. "And what the fuck do you expect me to do about it? I told you to get out." He shakes her off his arm before looking to the woman. "Yeah. I've gotten hints about that." (First woman change to Brunette. Keeps things clearer.) Well fortunately the price can be rather enjoyable, and the rewards even better. ::she frowns at the chiming:: I'm late. Do something about him would you ::she looks over to the mace guy, who has now reached the door and starting to put some hefty dents in it:: He'll ruin the fun. * Woman then walks towards the center of the bar. * Brunette cries a little her voice panic struck. "Something! Anything! There's no way out!" * Jason frowns as he watches her do that, but he makes no move to stop mace guy. "'The fun'? What are you tryin' to pull, lady?" * Woman just looks over Jason with an edgier look. "Just trying to derive some satification on a pissant errand." Her skin then turns a darker shade with some red viens shining through on the surface, not quite fully molten though. She raises her arms and two pillars of fire form in the middle of the bar and there's a shimmering light between them, obviously magical, hasn't yet formed into anything." * One of the bar patrons, the female fighter from earlier, runs to attack the dusky mage, paying little head to the obvious magic. "You bitch, you're behind this." [The female fighter slames a stool into the back of the molten woman's head, although the target manages to duck slightly reduce the impact of the hit. The molten woman than swings back at the female fighter, ripping into her gut and leaving large flame scarred gashes wear she swung.] * Jason watches for a brief moment before grabbing the brunette by the arm and murmuring in her ear. "Ain't gonna do nothin' to stop this. Snap out of it and get over there - by the guy with the mace. Better hope he breaks the door open. Be the first person out after him." [Meanwhile the mace guy is making good progress. Some of the people in the back are trying to make their way to the front, but most are too afraid of the flames, there's some murmurings about breaking out through one of the bathrooms.] * Woman looks shocked, but then briefly graceful and runs over to behind the macer.] (Graceful or grateful?) (Grateful) * Molten woman looks somewhat disappointed in Jason. "Fine. Time to face the piper." She gestures between the two columns where an obvious portal is now open. * Jason doesn't seem to care about the look, though he does watch the portal curiously. [The door gives way and the people in front start rushing out. Some in the back try to get to the front, though not clear how many will make it through the expanding flames.] * Moltan woman steps through, partially vanishing. "Come, you've been summoned. We're already late." Last of the twelve chimes past a few seconds ago. * Jason watches her step through, and moves forward. "Where are we going?" * Woman looks back smirking for a moment. "Oh, I think you already know." She then goes the rest of the way through the portal. * Jason stops for a moment, lets out a faint huh, and chuckles to himself. "Damned since birth." He steps in, leaving the burning crowd of innocents behind. [Jason appears in the parlor of a palatial European-style mansion. The molten woman now has her initial form again and is briskly walking ahead of him....] * Jason heads after her, glancing around, cross in his ear flashing glinting in the light. [The walls have a serious of seven pictures, on the left apparently depicting various incarnations of hell, although each with subversive elements, some pain, some pleasure, and a great deal of debauchery all around.] [On the right are various incarnations of heaven, with ranges of people playing harps or flying around with looks of boredom, sheep-like domesticness, and most prominent servitude.] (Sheep go to heaven. Goats go to hell!) [There's a stairway going up and rooms off to each side, though for now the woman is leading Jason straight down the hallway, if he follows. The doors are closed though he hears conversation behind some, laughter others, rather good and loud music barely penetrating past another.] * Jason follows along, though he does slow a bit when he comes to the pictures. [Paintings are quite good. And to the degree he's familar with Dante he'll notice a lot of references.] [Dusky woman turns a corner to the right at the end of the hallway.] (Woot, is Satan going to be this big, grotesque thing in the center of the ninth circle, with three faces chewing on people?) (That'd be telling) * Jason spots her heading off and hurries after. Losing your guide around here is probably a bad thing, and even he realizes it. (He'll be this short, green guy!) (Like the CEO said.) [As he turns the corner he a small group of women pass him by, dressed provocatively and in one case rather revealing, but still dressed. Attractive enough to actually hurt slightly on prolonged viewing, but they're just passing by smiling, one showing a fangs as she does so.]] [There's actually two more pictures of heaven down on this stretch. The hell ones went the otherway.] * Jason glances as they go by, blinks at the fangs, then lets out a faint hrm. [Dusky woman opens a door to the left and walks in.] * Jason heads after! He's good at that. Well, sometimes. [He's lead into a fairly dark room, there's a fireplace going on one wall (on the side he entered through) and a series of baydoors and full length windows on the back. Some are open onto a grand pourch with a view of the ocean behind. Starlight and the fire provide most of the illumination of the room, and if you strain to listen it the tides and waves can be heard as well.] * Dusky woman gestures to a chair by the fire. The larger room may be a library, or a parlor, or some other sort of sitting room, hard to tell at this level of darkness. * Jason looks at her for a moment. He goes to the chair, and assuming it's empty, has a seat. [There's another chair also facing the fire though in the other half of the room (and about a meter away from Jason). He can make out a humanoid figure sitting there, apparently petting a dog, will by silohuete a dog, by his side.] * There's a crisp and clear voice fairly free of accent (from Jason's perspective) from the chair. It has a slightly note of reproach. "You're dismissed Mercedes." I'm sorry to be late sir. I wouldn't have been if... It's a small matter, not worth our time. You're dismissed. * Mercedes walks out in a slightly obvious huff, but trying to hide it. She doesn't slam the doors, but shuts them with a care that shows she had to restrain herself to avoid it. * Jason looks around at the guy ordering Mercedes around. Definitely not in London anymore. [As his eyes adjust to the darkness, he can make out a bit more of the man. He is apparently a man, and a human male on the surface at least. His eyes have a hard time getting a grip on the dog, which seems to be obsidian black.] Before we talk, is there anything you'd like? A favored drink perhaps? * Jason can't help but laugh, maybe at the ridiculousness of it all. But it's short-lived, and he follows it with, "No thanks. Just came from a bar." * Man nods. "As you like. So, you know why you're here?" * Jason shrugs. "Something about nothing being free." * Man nods. "Your family made a contract long ago to recieve powers in exchange for occassional favors. If you would like to withdraw from this contract, we could perhaps make some arrangement regarding your use of your abilities to this point, and obviously you'd lose them all. Would you like to be released from the contract?" * Jason opens his mouth, then for once in his life, pauses and eyes the man. He changes his answer. "Depends on the favors." Much of your life to this point has been spent as a fighter and trouble maker. I have no desire to change this, I simply will have you put your ample abilities to work against my enemies. Many of your ancestors were long lived, you can be as well if that is your desire. And your powers will grow with each service. * Jason nods. He pulls a pack of cigarettes from a pocket. "I'm not much for followin' orders," he comments as he shakes one out. "And I'm wonderin' about the whole 'free will' thing. Do I get a choice in favors, or what?" * Man chuckles. "From the begining, mine was the side of free will, this is why I offer you the choice now. I will tell you the targets, how you go about dealing with them is your concern. If you would prefer not to take a mission at all that will be your choice, but the rewards will be slower in coming if you turn down most options." * Jason sticks is cigarette in his mouth and lights up, getting a good look around before removing it and blowing out a stream of smoke. "Yeah..." He frowns a little. Something's missing. "Any side effects?" Power does not necessarily corrupt, but it does change people, sometimes in unexpected ways. But if perhaps you were bothered by the excesses of Mercedes, she acts as she does because that is what she wills. I use her for errands, how she uses the powers I've granted her is entirely her concern. Your will shall continue to be your own, if I wanted slaves I would not have made a contract with the your family to begin with. * Jason eyes the man. "Yeah, okay." He barks out a laugh. "Fuck, I get it. It was a bloody trial period." * Man lets him laugh for a bit. "And your answer?" * Jason settles into a grin, and he removes the still-burning cigarette from his mouth as he proceeds to pick his favorite answer to those who ask for favors. "Ain't gonna let nothin' control me. Powers or you, or anybody else." The cigarette bursts into flames. "No way in hell." * Man nods, Jason can see him somewhat well now, old, greying, bit of a beard, fairly handsome and looks like he's still dangerously fit. "As you like. I will give you some time to reconsider and if that is your final decision, than we can work out some remuneration. If you change your mind, simply say the word." * Jason studies him for a moment. "Sure." [Jason then finds himself opposite the bar, which is still smoldering. Seems emergency crews have been doing a lot of work here, although currently mostly dealing with those that didn't make it out alive. He's in a good position to grab his bike.] * Jason blinks, orienting himself, and heads over to his bike. He starts it up and takes off into the night, not giving the bar a second glance. [End]