Draku would look to the new comer as she joined this particularly odd sight of rag tags at the bar. Back in his time he would have anticipated a tavern brawl between the likes of these lot, his gaze shifting between each of the mortals that sat here with him on this night, but he just didn't get that feeling here with them.

They all walked different paths in life, this he could tell by just laying eyes upon them, but something drew them all here on this particular evening.

Draku would get lost in his thoughts again, attempting to put together the unknown reason, hoping the bartender went to take the new arrivals order.

Ever since reincarnating in this era and discovering their version of Dragon Herb, Draku had seemingly lost himself to thought at every given moment.

Perhaps it had to do with being revived into a time where nobody actually knew him or the deeds he committed before this time, affecting his entire reincarnation completely due to the lack of extra information about who and where he was, but he felt something about this revival differed from his others; not quite knowing how to put his finger on it.

One thing he knew for certain was that he didn't waste a single moment pondering the bigger picture and questioning every random moment that occurred in his life. His true purpose on a world which still remained cloaked in mystery. All he had were random memories, some he could swear weren't his at all, but memories that helped him gain control of his power and his sense of true self.

A hero to the people who had none.

Draku would open his eyes, remembering where he was before shaking his head and rising to his feet. He needed some fresh air and a smoke.

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May 5th, 2012, 21:05

Waiting on Draco to order and of course other people came into the bar. Pretty Eyes came back and fired off a pretty decent line. I grinned at him. “Now that was a good one, Pretty Eyes.” I winked at him from my position at the bar in front of Draco and turned to the guy who saddled up to the bar and asked for a beer. “Hang on Draco. Plenty of that here. Any kind in particular one?”

And as if it couldn’t get any worse the flash of a gun from yet another patron was not something I was going to let slide. He ordered a Titos, double, neat. Which was fine, it was the lottery ticket comment that set off alarm bells. Fine. But I was still not having anyone armed at my bar. “Alright Dirty Harry cough it up and you can pick it up later.” I held out a hand for the gun. I glance over at the woman who took the last seat at the bar and nodded to her and held up a finger and mouthed “One minute”.

May 5th, 2012 | 22:55:23
Location: The Rum House, Manhattan, New York City

Interactions: @Almalthia, @chain, @Draku69 @sewer rat @jorcool @TwilightShadow

Every muscle in his body tensed up. Jackson locked eyes with the woman, before turning his gaze towards the others he somewhat recognized from his files. Several high-tier mercenaries, someone with mutant abilities... Jackson was probably the least impressive individual in this place. And then that's when his eyes glossed over the woman who joined the bar... her description matched the eye-witness reports... but she couldn't...

Jackson snapped out of his paranoia, the corners of his lips turning into a wry, knowing smile. He had to take back control in this situation. "This little piece I've got is the only thing protecting me from you and all the other dangerous folks in here. Besides..." Jackson reached his gloved hand to unzip part of his jacket so he could reach in and pull out a badge. This process also revealed what the biker was wearing under his jack: a form-fitting body armor, nothing fancy, just something to help stop bullets and knives from penetrating so easily.

The gloved man flashed the identification he had, careful to only show the badge portion. It was from SHIELD. The other part of the little badge he stole would reveal the identification card of an Agent Myers, so he made sure to keep that covered up on the back. Bastard was never observant, but I'm pretty sure Myers would figure out what happened by the next morning. "I'm on assignment, sort of." The armed man then put the badge away once again, resting his forearms on the counter. "And if you want my advice, you should probably be honest about your age to the guy making googly eyes at you. Trust is a cornerstone of any relationship."

The day that the portal in the sky opened there was so many voices screaming for help, but too many people were only out for themselves. Alistar was just about to go home when he heard kids crying as a handful of the aliens were trying to kill a bus children. Gritting his teeth he rushes to the aliens cleaving a head right off the shoulders as a jet of flames leaves the palm of his hands burning a hole through another ones chest. Before he could react the last standing alien shoots towards the children setting the bus aflame, Running the alien through the shoulders with his katanas, pinning it to the building and runs into the burning bus to get all the kids out. As the last one is coming out alistar grabs him and jumps as the bus explodes sending shrapnel into his back. Making sure they were ok he turns around and stares at the struggling alien.

After an hour of torturing the alien he found out what they wanted and ran towards the epicenter. When he got there he saw a giant green being ripping bigger beings apart, a man on the rooftop sniping flying aliens. He saw captain america and a beautiful woman fighting together,seeing they had everything in control he rushed to help the people get to safety.

May 5th

"Hello Mr Sabbath did you have a good trip this time? Find the artifact you were looking for?" smiling to the doorman Alistar says "yes I finally found it." taking the tube up to his penthouse he takes it out. The painting shows two guys fighting back to back, one man looked like alistar and the other was a man with a green Mohawk. Still smiling he says "Draku my brother I hope you're in a better place now." looking sad for a moment he continues saying "sorry I wasnt able to save you that day." sighing he gets up and heads out to the garage to get into his mustang thinking of stopping by this bar he seen on the way home. "Draku loved to drink might as well drink to his name with the most gut wrenching liquor they got there" he drives to the rum house.

After the traffic he finally makes it to the rum house and burst through the doors scanning the room "drinks are on me tonight g..." he stops mid sentence as he spots a familiar face "Draku is that you?".

Jord wondered what kind of beer he wanted. The question the waitress countered his request with and he sat some time pondering while the waitress was off taking other people's orders. While he was thinking, he looked at the rest of the patrons in the bar. He didn't really recognize anyone in the bar, but he could see that this was the type of crowd that would be prone to start a fight. He attempted to think think to six months and a few days earlier, but all he found was nothing, as usual. It seemed to him that he either had no or lost his memory from that time. It was an anomaly, as he could remember his life before that moment very well. It had made him realize what he needed though, and he spoke up as soon as the waitress had finished the other patron's orders. "The strongest beer you have please. What do I owe you?"

The blonde behind the bar motioned that she'll be here in a moment. I looked around the bar once again, carefully examining each person here. I see a couple sitting across from each other holding hands and giving each other what a child may refer to as "goo-goo eyes". Another woman is sitting in a booth in one of the corners of the bar. She has a pen and notepad out and is furiously writing something. I like to assume she's an author having a moment of insane inspiration and passion. A man seated further down the bar glanced at me but quickly looked away when I met his eyes. Usually, this means he might fancy me, though taking into consideration what I do for a living, it's still possible he may know who I am.

I should keep an eye on that one.

The blonde waitress finally walks over to me. "So, what can I get you?" She asks in a posh British accent.
"I'll have a beer." I reply, masking my Russian accent with an American one. "One beer coming right up."
She quickly fills up a glass and slides it over to me. "So, what's your name?"
"Lenora." I tell her.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Jocelyn. Are you new around here?"
"Yes. I've been traveling a lot and decided to rest for a bit here in New York. Thought I'd try out a bar I haven't been to before as well."
"Well, I hope you enjoy your time here. It's quite-"

Suddenly, gunshots fill the air as armed men burst into the establishment. A few people that were sitting in booths get up with their guns drawn. Civilians both inside the bar and outside are screaming. Unfortunately for the ones inside, there's nowhere for them to run. Fortunately for me, I'm not as helpless as some of the people in here.

I don't plan on dying like this.

I stand up from my seat and take off my jacket, laying it on the barstool. I grab the glass of beer and hit it against the counter in just the right spot, resulting in a nice, big shard of glass for me to use. I turn and run towards one of the armed men, whose back is facing me. I jump onto it and slice his throat with the glass. He falls to the ground and I roll off his shoulders, immediately engaging in a fight with another man. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a body fly across the room.

Looks like I'm not the only fighting.

The man I'm currently fighting takes several jabs at me but soon succumbs to the same fate as the man that came before him. As his body falls, I finally see that some of the other people that were in the bar have been the ones fighting, including the man from earlier that I found to be a bit suspicious. He seemed to be a very capable fighter. I was about to run towards another armed man when someone suddenly wraps their arms around my neck, dragging me back. I slice the arms several times with my glass shard, resulting in sharp cries from my assailant. I turn to face him and kick his crotch. He falls to his knees and I slice his face with the glass.

With all the people that were fighting, it doesn't take too long for it all to end. When the dust settles and the last body falls, all of the civilians that were in the wrong place at the wrong time run out, leaving those that fought standing around in the room.

May 5th, 2012
Location: The Rum House, Manhattan, New York City

Interactions: @Almalthia, @chain, @Draku69 @sewer rat @jorcool @TwilightShadow

The gunshots were more than enough to force Jax's actions to suddenly become mechanical. He quickly looked up to the mirror behind the bottles of alcohol, a common staple at bars for this very reason. A small smile creeped onto the face of the vigilante. "This is why no one touches my guns." Jax responded almost instinctively as he grabbed his gun case with his left hand, lifting it up to shield himself from gunfire. The distinctive clanging of bullets against the case reminded Jax why he invested in such expensive equipment. The vigilante made sure to take a peek from around his case as he unholstered the SIG from his belt, firing one quick and well-aimed shot to put down one of the gunmen before rolling over the bar's countertop and behind the bar.

Jax quickly opened up his case, revealing his precious SCAR. It took him only seconds to prepare the rifle for action, extending the stock of the rifle and loading it up with a 60-round drum magazine of armor piercing rounds. Sure, these bullets were a little over-kill... but hey, Jax never comes unprepared. He quickly powered up the scope on the rifle as he kneeled down behind the bar, the glass digging into his jeans but not quite able to penetrate the body armor he had on underneath. A quick check behind the scope showed the body-heat signatures of the assailants... a nice little upgrade courtesy of SHIELD.

Ba ba, ba...ba ba. Jax hummed a melodic beat as he fired his rifle towards the assailant's legs, doing his best to incapacitate the hostiles. He wasn't going to let the bastards get off too easy. He provided support for the others in the bar, doing his best to help them in taking down the gun-toting bastards who decided to shoot up the place. The bullets penetrated the thick oak and metal cabinets of the bar, emphasizing the true power of his weapons. It was strange... but for the first time in months, Jax felt alive. He was finally beginning to understand his path in life from this moment forward...

And just like that, the last bullet was fired and groaning could be heard from the few hostiles that were still alive, but far too wounded to cause any more problems. The fight couldn't have lasted long... perhaps a minute at best. Jax's mind started to probe for police-response times and the best route to escape... until he stood up and looked around at the others in the bar. He was surrounded by other "heroes" trying to do the right thing. He figured he could relish in the mischief they just caused. He rested his SCAR on the bar counter as he looked at the alcohol behind him, pulling out a surprisingly intact bottle of Tito's as he poured himself a glass while the others recuperated after the combat. He sipped his drink, looking out at the others. "What's the plan now, compadres?"

Eric paid no heed to the ensuing crowd of supers that entered the bar. He silently sipped his drink which - in his own opinion - had a little too much coke and not enough vodka for his tastes.

What really took his attention were the gunmen entering the bar. What took his attention more was the skill on display as they were subdued. What took his attention even more than that was the realization they weren't being subdued, they were being slaughtered.

Eric rose from his stool, grabbing and tossing it at one of the gunmen, knocking him to the floor. With vampiric speed Eric zoomed over, sending an axe kick into the face of the man, knocking him out before Eric quickly spun, dropped to his knees and broke the kneecap of another criminal with a loud punch. He snatched the gun from this criminals hands overhanding throwing it at the shin of another gunman before leaping at a fourth, grabbing his arm and breaking it in a well-executed flying armbar.

He rolled backwards to his feet, an relieved look across his face. He glanced over at Slingshot, replying in an almost jokey voice.
"Plan is, I'm getting my swords back" He said, holding his hand out to Jocelyn. "After that, who knows?"

Draku would have been in the process of fishing a prerolled from his coat pocket when he heard his name from the entrance of the bar.

He didn't know of anybody in this city, aside from Jocelyn, who knew his name.

Looking up from his task and locking eyes with the stranger who called his name, giving a slight nod before looking back towards the bartender with a slight tilt of his head, he could tell this was no mortal man. He smelt as if he'd been drug through fire and brimstone.

Looking back to the man, he began to open his mouth just as the rest of the bar exploded into gunfire. He raised a brow, reaching into his duster, and pulled forth his personalized sidearm from its holster; the dragonic symbol for ice glowing a vibrant blue, as he methodically began freezing whichever gunman wasn't already being mowed down to a wall. Ceiling. You know. Where ever his targets took a round and the sheer power from his hand cannon sent them flying.

With each shot he took, he made sure he made every evasive move he took after the fact towards the patio door. He was gonna smoke regardless of the shit storm happening inside and respect the establishment's ground rules while he was at it.

As everything calmed inside, Draku holstered his weapon and pulled the joint he was searching for earlier from his pocket, placing it between his lips and snapping his fingers; creating an emerald green flame at the tip of his thumb, lighting it. He took himself a nice good drag off of the fatty, holding the smoke in his lungs before expelling a large plume of smoke from his nostrils.

Jord had been right. The patrons in the bar did get into a fight, but it was not them who started it. He had been waiting for his beer for a little while now, getting thirstier by the second. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting to him, but was really just a few minutes, he got what apparently was the strongest beer there was.

He prepared to take a swig of his well-deserved drink, when all hell broke loose as several armed people came into the bar, as well as some standing up from booths, and started shooting up the place. Jord stood up, preparing to do something at least and noticed others starting to fight against these new enemies as well.

Unlike many of his unexpected comrades however, Jord took upon himself the job of protecting as many of the civilians as he could from the gunfire until he could join the fight himself. Seeing that he was sorely lacking in the weapons-and-armour department unlike some others he saw fighting alongside him, he picked up a nearby table, using it as an improvised shield in absence of the gear that he had left in his hotel room because he didn't think he'd need it.

He raised his improvised wooden shield, trying to distract the gunmen by throwing an empty bottle that had been standing on the counter since had come in. It was a near perfect throw, and it hit one of the gunmen standing near the doorway right in the head as glass rained on the man's face. This was seemingly enough to distract some of the armed men standing nearby, and they started shooting at him. A large majority of the bullets were stopped by his shield while some were blocked by his body, his arm soaking up the majority of the damage. He felt the intense pain, but it was not enough to even make him blink. Meanwhile, he yelled and gestured at the civilians to hide behind the counter until all of the enemies were dead.

This plan was soon realized as he could see the others killing the hostiles with immense abhorrence, and he threw away his shield, charged towards the enemies and kicked and trashed a few of them himself, until they had either been killed or fled. Afterwards, he just went back to the bar to pick up his beer and swigged it down in a few gulps.

"What the fuck" he thought to himself as the place erupted into chaos, guns blazing as assailants ran into the bar. Alistar would do a paralyzing palm strike to a gunman's chest immediately locking him into an immobilizing state. Running to the bar he puts the man behind the counter he then stands in front of the bar tender taking a few bullets to his back as blood would erupt from every pore of his body forming a suit of plate like armor. Turning his back to the bartender he opens his mouth to unleash a torrent of flying maggots the would burrow deep into the tissue of his enemies.

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May 5th, 2012

SHIELD. Bloody hell. This is a damned cockup. We'll I am not going anywhere without a fight. My attention turned to the door as it opened and someone caught Draco’s attention. Watching the interaction I grabbed a strong beer hand it over to the guy a little further down the bar who asked.

Finally able to get to the woman down the bar. "So, what can I get you?"

"I'll have a beer." What was it with the non-specific orders?

"One beer coming right up." I quickly fill up a glass and slides it over to her. I'm not being picky so it's a domestic. "So, what's your name?"

"Lenora."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Jocelyn. Are you new around here?"

"Yes. I've been traveling a lot and decided to rest for a bit here in New York. Thought I'd try out a bar I haven't been to before as well."

"Well, I hope you enjoy your time here. It's quite-"

Suddenly, gunshots fill the air as armed men burst into the establishment. A few people that were sitting in booths get up with their guns drawn. Civilians both inside the bar and outside are screaming. I'm killing Jessie. If this place goes up in flames I could care less right now. Matter of fact that would keep SHIELD off my back. So as Lenora broke the bottle and took off after an assailant. I ran over to the other end of the bar and just my luck I got clipped. I shrug it off knowing that I'd be fine. Just a flesh wound. In the shoulder. I watch as the blood bath ensued. I am so fired. I needed this job but hell there are other jobs. That is if I don't get the hell out of here.

I see other people getting shot and killed and I know I've got my work cut out for me today. If I heal everybody I will be so drained that someone would have to carry me out. I saw the SHIELD agent having a field day with an automatic weapon. The Highlander was kicking in some poor sot’s teeth. Draco was...wait is that a freeze ray or something? When the hell did I land in a science fiction movie?!? People that were staying out of it ran around the bar and hid. I concentrated on funneling them out the door. And of course got clipped a few more times. Wincing as pain and blood ran down my side I focus on healing everyone I can. I see the grey haired guy that wanted a strong beer get clipped and know that I have to help him. I could tell he was helping. I stand to walk over to him and Draco's friend stands in front of me turns around and something comes out of him.

Finally almost as quickly as it started it stops. All the people not involved with the killing are no longer here. I walk around the bar and touch each person that was wounded. It's the nurse in me I can't walk away from them. Friend or Foe, it doesn't matter they are still wounded. By the time I get through with my round I'm headed back to the bar. Light headed and swaying. My stomach is so loud that I can clearly hear it over the Bloody SHIELD agent's comments. I hand over the Highlander’s weaponry. “You. Richard Gere thanks for getting people out.” I hold out my hand for him to shake knowing that he'll get a nice dose of healing. Still holding out my hand I followed up with. “The plan is you start talking Mr. SHIELD agent and I need food or I am going to black out. Does anyone else need healing?”

Arvin heard the gunshots and with instinct he dived into the bar table, getting cover. it was then he was going to help out when he looked over outside, he saw a cloaked figure, with a... Is that an Artifact!? Arvin stood quickly, hoping this was the thief, and started to make a gateway, Screw people finding out, I'm gonna get this asshole... once it was open he walked through it, having little time to close it, he started to chase that thief.

As soon as he appeared, the cloaked figure shifted and started to book it. Dammit! I forgot how fast he is! He tried to catch up with him, but gave up. The best thing he could do is just help out with the bar, it was then when a soldier went through the gateway he opened, Arvin then ran up to him, and drop kicked him, knocking them down. Arvin kip upped and started to turn his hands and arms in a weird motion, it soon made a bluish orb that he released to the man, making him fall back far, that better had get him knocked out. Then, seeing another person, he twisted both his arms, making his palms radiate with a red glow, then untwisting them in a hard motion, and he heard the mans neck break, he fell, dead.

After that was was token care of, he returned to the bar, seeing the bartender touching the hurt and healing them, Arvin never seen magic like this, he had to ask it, " Where did you learn this magic? I certainly don't see any things like that in Kama Taj. " He asked, watching carefully to the her healing, but he then shook his head, facing the others, " Why in the hell are they attacking? " Arvin asked, pissed about the thief being lost.

Draku's head shoots back through the patio door at Arvin's question, snapping and pointing in the direction of one of the assailants who'd been shot in the hand by his freeze round; pinning him against the wall across from the patio door. He smirked, joint still between his lips and smoke pouring from his nostrils, knowing at the first sign of a a dead man that you ALWAYS leave one alive to answer some questions.

Vigilante 101, baby, he thought smugly to himself.

May 5th, 2012
Location: The Rum House, Manhattan, New York City

Interactions: @Almalthia, @chain, @Draku69 @sewer rat @jorcool @TwilightShadow

Slingshot pounded back the rest of his drink. He was 90% confident there were glass shards in his hair that he was going to have to deal with at a later point, but right now, he had to get answers. The vigilante took apart his rifle in seconds, removing the magazine and popping out the loaded bullet onto the counter before packing the SCAR away in its case. Slingshot didn't forget about his sidearm, which he pulled out from its holster as he slid over the counter with ease and made his way to the nearest corpse, pulling back the sleeves on the former hostile and checking his neck. Sure enough, there it was. The skulls and tentacles were as pronounced as ever, but the symbol itself was altered from the one he was familiar with in "SHIELD 101." They're supposed to be... damn it.

Slingshot turned around. He heard the questions from Jocelyn and Arvin, but wanted to get a couple answers before being more forthright with his new compatriots. "Talking I can do sweetheart. As for what they're doing here, Gandalf, my guess is trying to eliminate us or bring us into the fold of their little club. Knew this was a little too surgical and they were a little too well-armed for this to be some sort of cash grab... Shit."

Slingshot walked back to the bar and poured himself another glass of Tito's while reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out a small protein bar. He tossed it to Jocelyn as he continued his little monologue. "As for the SHIELD thing, I kind of jacked the ID off a friend of mine. And I kind of resigned, so I'm not exactly here to cause trouble for anyone, though I may be one of the reasons those bastards shot up the place. It's either that or practically any of us still standing here. I imagine Hydra has an interest in freaks and mercs."

Slingshot finished his Vodka, taking a deep breath after downing it like the last one. It probably wasn't the smartest move to drink when still at an active crime-scene... shit, that's right. He turned back to everyone, hopping up to sit on the bar as he reloaded his sidearm and doing his best to be loud and authoritative to a group that probably consisted of at least one mythical god. "You all can call me Slingshot, and rather than doing the usual thing of comparing dick sizes to determine who's in charge, let's just all agree to put that kind of shit behind us and think about our next move. If anyone has a secret hideout other than my apartment which is quite frankly a disgusting mess right now, I'm all ears. Also, Houdini, it would be great if you can use your little Chalk Zone powers and get us there without having to fight through New York traffic."

Jord finished the rest of his drink. The alcohol slightly dulled the pain, although he was barely affected by it anyway. He looked at his arm and the rest of his body. Several bullets had been able to penetrate the improvised wooden shield he had made out of a table barely 10 minutes ago, and had lodges themselves into his arm and left part of his torso. They had not gone too deep however, being stopped by the thick layers of bone and muscle in Jord's body. He looked around. The waitress he got his beer from earlier was walking around, touching people, and it looked like they were getting healed immediately. He could also see that as she progressed she seemed to be getting both weaker and less alert, signifying that it apparently cost her energy to do so. Then, she arrived at him, and held out her hand from him to shake.

"I am not Richard Gere. That is not my name. You can call me Legion's Fist" Jord said in response to her. "Also, I would not do that if I were you. I've got so many wounds that you'd probably drop dead from fatigue, seeing that healing people costs a lot of energy for you. They're not exactly lethal so I'd rather get them treated later"

"Hold on, before we go, I have to get something," Jord said in response to the man bossing everyone around immediately. After saying that he immediately walked out of the bar, and ran to his hotel, careful not to bump into any cars and cause a traffic accident on the way. He walked through the door and took the elevator to the floor his room was at. As soon as he entered his hotel room, he immediately grabbed the roll of bandages nearby, and carefully bandaged his arm. He would have to get the bullets out sometime later, but he did not have the time at the moment. He looked around the room before finding what he needed. It seemed the cleaners had left his room untouched which was lucky for him, because of the weapons and gear stashed in it. He quickly put on his power armour, the ancient mechanisms starting to hum with life as they were turned on. The strange organic implant covering most of Jord's back burned small holes in his T-shirt as it connected with the power armour. Jord picked up his BFG and sword, and attached them to his back using the magnetic 'docking stations' that were specifically designed for that purpose. He tested his force shield a few times to make sure he was still able to control it with his thoughts, and it changed shape as he focused. Rather than going through the front door he opened the door to the balcony, where he jumped off and landed in a quiet park that was located behind the hotel.

Before they knew it, Jord was already back at the bar. "Alright, I'm ready now."

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May 5th, 2012

“So not your sweetheart, Slingshot. We need to get out of here now. I am sure cops are on the way and the less someone like me talks to them the less I get blamed for. Lie to me again and I will have no qualms getting the truth out of you.” I pointedly look at Slingshot. “For those of you who don't know my name is Jocelyn, but Tonic will do. I plan on getting the hell out of here. I have a backup plan that I did not plan on using for a few more years but beggars cannot be choosers. I am leaving up the coast. I have space but we are not playing here, dick measuring is out this is a team effort. You people are going to need me.” I ate the protein bar and sent an email.

<Finnlay it's Jocelyn. In a bind. Headed your way in about 4 hours. Meet me at the Parkman Bandstand. Need a favor.>

I walked over to Legion’s Fist, who had left and come back by the time I finished the email and protein bar. “You need it, you’re getting it and I will not die. That is practically impossible so far. Pass out possibly. Just a little rusty on healing this many at once. If you would comply this would be easier. I have enough room to fit all of you if you are needing it. Any of you know to drive?” I looked around as Legion's Fist shrugged and pulled off his glove and I clasped his hand as if we here about to shake hands. It was done quickly enough and I was slipping my right glove back on.

After slamming a shot of whiskey alistar looks to this group of rag tags and says *if it's a place we need to lay low I have an underground base and the hotel above it. I always make sure there is spare rooms for special occasions and if now isn't one of them then I don't know ha. It's only half an hour drive depending on traffic.* scratching the back of his head he continues *i own the hotel so it's free room and food, but like y'all said we need to decide now. Oh and for future reference Jocelyn heal the others before me, I have a healing factor.* he would stand with his arms behind his back waiting.

May 5th, 2012
Location: The Rum House, Manhattan, New York City

Interactions: Practically Everyone

Slingshot looked around at the assortment, nodding as people began to come to an agreement. "Alright... if driving is our plan, I'm good with transportation. My bike is out back. Big and brooding here seems to have himself a captive to bring back to his own secret lair, and Joc [Note: Pronounced Joss] wants to escape through the coast. My suggestion is that all of us getting out of the city for a few days might be the best course of action to get the police off our tails. Which means..." The sharpshooter gave a smile as he pulled out two flip phones from his jacket, tossing one to Tonic and one to Alistar. "That phone has my number in it. I have a place a few blocks away. Joc, text me your address and I'll head out to meet you wherever it is we are going in one hour."

Jax turned to look at all of the "heroes" assembled in this small bar not far from broadway, and his voice went rather serious for once. "Alright people, you've got a few options. You can go with Joc to get a headstart out of this city, you can go with Alistar and do a little bit of interrogating, or you can meet me in the alley to the left of West 57th, between 10th and 11th. I have equipment we are going to need if we want to work together. And if anyone has anything they need to grab for a little vacation, now would be the time."

Jax hopped down from the bar, making his way towards Arvin the resident wizard with a surprisingly soft tone. "As a team, we can catch whoever we need, take vengeance on whoever is necessary, or just do good for another person. But that only happens if we all work together and don't focus on the self." He gave a small smile to Arvin before turning away, hoping his words would actually take root in someone he believed would have a tough time being a team player. "That being said, we should really get the fuck out of here."