John pushed through the free swinging doors out of the kitchen, practically skipping along holding the small basket of chips that no one had asked for. That was fine by him, if no one wanted any then he would just help himself.

The pub was back to bustling, thankfully. At least now there would be something to do. Out of the corner of his eye, John saw Charlize taking an order from a customer. She was much better than John at remembering what people wanted.

Just when he had crossed the floor to offer her the chips he had just made, a cloud of smoke dispersed into the air around a patron, revealing a completely different person when it cleared. The hulking man was at least a foot taller than John, towering over all normal sized people. His trench coat hung over his shoulders like a cape, casting a menacing silhouette. John was frozen at the sight of this man; he radiated power like no one he had seen before. The Abandoned Bar was certainly a strange place to all who came to it, but even this den of everything supernatural, the only home that John has known for two years, now had an unfamiliar specter looming in the center of it; an intruder.

There was...something else, too. At the sight of this figure, John felt as if a key had been struck near the top of his spine. One of the wires of his cluttered mind resonated thickly in his head; it was a sharp and familiar note. Because of this reaction coupled with the man's presence John could only stare at the man and gape as symbols appeared on the walls around them. He could feel the little magic that he knew draining out of him, leaving him weak and still immobile. The feeling was fleeting, though, as the symbols quickly shattered with a sound that in normal circumstances would have made John jump.

John hadn't even seen the guard sneaking up to this man, if he even really was a man. The sight of the guard's head exploding horrified John; his heart leaped into his throat and his knees threatened to buckle underneath him. The note ringing in his mind became a dissonant chord. He stepped back slightly, away from the psychopath.

"Now I am a mage like you people, well, kind of like you people. Now I have a dream, a dream where we are the ones on top! A world where we no longer have to hide ourselves from the mortals in this world. I can wipe them all out leaving only those who are magically gifted untouched. But I need your help. I need people to find things for me and join me in the new world. So I ask you? Will you join me? Do not think though that I will slaughter you if you say no."

John's mind raced while this mad man was speaking. What could he do? He couldn't attack, he only knew illusionary magic, which would be ineffective anyway, and his only offense were his fists, which were never in a real fight that he could remember.

John stood there, coming out of his shocked daze slowly but surely, looking around at his fellow patrons. Stunned silence everywhere.

He couldn't attack, he couldn't and wouldn't hide, so what could he do?

John thought for a moment, and steeled his nerves.

He could be the first person to say no.

John looked down at himself, realizing stupidly that the chips he had made were still sitting in his hand, in the little basket. It felt foreign and absurd, a little bowl of fried potatoes nestled in his palm while this raving lunatic shouted plans of world domination.

Going with his gut reaction, John hurled the chips in the direction of this intruder. It landed rather lamely at the man's feet, but that didn't stop John from shouting, “Are you fucking mad?! You're talking about genocide!”

"Strength, speed, endurance...seems like its a good trade off for one night of not being able to control yourself." She replied to Zacarr. She had to use magic to make physical abilities stronger. It was good method, if somewhat inefficient. She could only have one enhancement active at a time, unless she wanted it to majorly drain her stamina. Indeed, she had toyed with the idea of becoming either a vampire or werewolf many times, but couldn't entirely convince herself to actually go with it. "I've thought about willingly being turned myself. Vampire or Werewolf. Both seem to have more upsides than downsides to me, honestly." She leaned back in her seat, folding her arms beneath her chest.

"Anyways, I should get going. I have some business to take care of. Nice talking to ya, wolfy." She said, though as she stood to leave a man who had been sitting at the bar earlier stood, and felt the magic from her instantly drain as symbols of the wall glowed a bright red, shattering with a loud noise that would make most flinch as the magic returned to her. She hated that feeling, her magic leaving her, leaving her completely helpless. She wasn't an idiot though, and even if she was completely pissed off, she knew better than to attack or insult someone with such great power.

The man turned to address them as man approached him from behind. The man, turned around, grabbed the man by the throat and exploded his head. Clara, couldn't help but to be impressed and somewhat scared of the man, though she would never admit either. Afterwards, he motioned for them to sit and continued his speech.

"Now I am a mage like you people, well kind of like you people. Now I have a dream a dream where we are the ones on top! A world where we no longer have to hide ourselves from the mortals in this world. I can wipe them all out leaving only those who are magically gifted untouched. But I need your help. I need people to find things for me and join me in the new world. So I ask you? Will you join me? Do not thing though that I will slaughter you if you say no."

Clara knew better than to attack the man, even if she wanted too. As far as she was concerned, someone like him, if he was making such a bold statement could probably pay well for her services. As john threw the chips at the man, and said the only thing that probably came to his mind, Clara laughed.

"Oh like you're such a saint, Amnesia boy." She said aloud, as she sat back down. She didn't know much about him, other than the fact he suffered from amnesia. Someone who don't even know who they are, are some of the hardest people to dig up information on. She didn't really like getting involved further, however. She had no interest in this man who was threatening them, or Johns attempt at a resistance. As far as she was concerned, as long as Joshua left her alone, she'd leave him alone. Hell, she may even end up working for him if the price is right. She did find the whole situation, mildly amusing, however, and slightly hoped John would try to actually attack the man.

Joshua looked at the ships on the floor and shook his head sadly. "Why did you have to do that?" He said softly. Reaching into his trench coat he pulled out his wallet than from his wallet he grabbed a few notes of money, placing them down on the bar. "Hopefully that should cover the chips that were just wasted, Daniel why would you do that? I realise that you all are scared and confused, I also realise that my plan can be considered Genocide but if you truly believe in what I am saying; that they should be the one's in hiding not us than please do join me."

Zaccar nodded at Clara."See you around then and also, I think werewolf is the better trade off, at least I can still walk around in the daylight," he chuckled taking the last drink from his bottle, which was by now empty. He planned to perhaps sit there for a slight while longer then head out, enjoy the last few hours he had before the night came and he would be confined within a small room to keep the beast from killing.

"Sure the strength, senses, and endurance are nice but its the rage that makes me wish I was human once more," he said to himself quietly once Clara was gone. He didn't mind the bonus's he got for being a werewolf but it was the anger of the beast, the fear of loosing control of it and killing a person which made him not enjoy what he was. His body might of healed from the attack that made him what he was, but he had the scars to show what a creature like him could do to a person and the images of his friend's bodies scattered on the ground before he was found, near dead. He always wondered why he survived that night eleven years ago, why he hadn't been ripped apart like his friends. Questions that never could be truly answered. He was what he was now and had to live with it.

By that time hell broke loose. The shattering of spells and then a guy's head exploded as the guy who had entered earlier who Zaccar had noticed to be a new face to him announced his presence. He stood up on instinct with a growl in his throat and his eyes shifting from there normal blue to yellow before he could come back into control, though the growl still was in his throat. He had to be wary though the Moon was what forced the change, there was a slight chance he could change earlier in the day if he didn't maintain control. It had happened before once or twice before he knew about the Abandoned Bar and he didn't want that type of carnage here. The wolf within wanted to attack but knew to be wary as well listening to this guys speech on so called cleansing the world of every day people so they could walk in the light willingly.

"Why the hell would would join a psychopath who just decide to kill an innocent man and talks about genocide. I don't give a damn what you think about humanity. They have as much right of life as we do not instant death because you will it so," He growled through clenched teeth, forcing control over the beast. He wanted to do something but remained still, partially because this guy had just blew someone's head off so he couldn't just out right attack him or he would suffer the same fate perhaps, and partially because he was fighting internally with his wolf over the control of his body and not shifting at that moment. Yet he also knew he had to try something, he was a damn cop for Pete-sake and this guy had just commit murder right in the bar. If he could call back up he would of but again the guy had them all in full view and trying to explain why a guy's brain was all over the bar would be tough to explain, not many people carried guns here and fewer with firepower that could explode an entire persons head. Yet if he moved it would break his concentration of the fight he was bound with internally, both wanting control. If he move the wolf would win and the change would happen whether he wanted it to or not. He could feel it coming if he moved. His skin felt like it would rip open at any moment revealing the monster that usually lied dormant in him.

…Daniel?

Who was Daniel? It couldn't be...

John took a step back, the voice of this man ringing in his head. When the name escaped his mouth, John felt violated, as if the man had reached out and touched his thoughts with his blood stained hands. Was it even possible...or was it a trick? Did this psychopath just speak his real name?

John began to fumble furiously with his hospital bracelet, as if to reinforce that he was still John, even though he knew that he wasn't. All the while other people we speaking up against the intruder, but John could only hear his own blood pumping in his ears. He tried to offer up some feeble argument against him as well, but only stutters and half sentences tumbled out of his mouth. “Y-you can't...I...we won't...”

John tried to pull himself together, but it was impossible for the moment. He could only stare into the middle distance while everything unfolded around him.

Cyder rolls the apple between his two hands, lightly tapping his sharp nails against its seemingly delicate red surface. He merely watched the man as he spoke out his idea, watched while a few others spoke up against him. It was interesting to say the least, his attention had been drawn, though it turned more towards the splattered blood that had hit his black hood. Not that it was there for long, anyhow. The hood seemed to absorb the red liquid without any problems, leaving the hood to look as if it had never even been touched with anything.

"We...?" He mutters quietly as he finally stops rolling the apple between his two hands. He would suddenly shove the apple into one of his overly long sleeves, causing it to seemingly vanish. He narrows his gaze towards John, someone he had seen here the few times he was here. Whatever bit of joy he had just a few moments ago had already died and gone, an utterly serious look upon his pale white features as he considers his next words. There were several in the bar whom had already spoken out against the fellow, sadly, Cyder would not be one of them. His red eyed gaze quickly moves back towards the man who had spoken out about this idea of genocide.

"I like this plan of yours. It seems fun, at least. I've just a question to ask you, though. Slaves? While I am fond of the souls of my 'brethren', they are not particularly to my liking." Cyder says this, even doing the quotation marks with his hands while he spoke the word 'brethren', referring to the magically inclined and the alike.

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