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May, 2010... Fantasy became reality. Worlds overlay for the briefest moment. Outworlders became stranded on earth as more than half the human populace vanished. Our World, our universe, was transformed.

Fiction is now reality. Humans and those now bound to this world will either learn to coexist, or battle for supremecy.

JUNE 13, 2019 - Family emergency  took a bad turn so had to stay away but now things are finally calming down. Hope to get going again shortly. Thanks for understanding. ~ZEPH

Darius Kayne

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About Darius Kayne

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    Shapeshifter (Water and Air)
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    Pharos Relic Hunter
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    New York, New York
    At five foot eight and 160 pounds, Darius is a man of average height and a slender, toned build. At a glance, it's clear that he spends a moderate amount of time working out and cares about his appearance. His short, dirty blonde hair is carefully groomed into a synthetically messy look, as though he spent half an hour in a mirror trying to make it look like he does not care about grooming his hair. This style compliments his angular facial structure well, though, highlighting his sharp cheekbones. Aside from the deep shadows underneath his eyes, Darius appears to be aging very well, hardly looking a day over 30.

    His eyes are a twinkling shade of grey, sometimes appearing steel blue in the right lighting. The space between his eyes and his eyebrows is smaller than average, and his eyebrows are rather faint, fading very quickly into his forehead. Below his eyes is a long nose, full lips, and carefully pruned scruff. His default expression is one of general apathy, with his eyes wandering around the environment surrounding him and his lips forming a witty smirk, as though he knows an entertaining truth that nobody else knows.

    As far as Darius's clothes go, he generally dresses quite nicely, proudly sporting blazers, button-downs, and colored pants (generally maroon, white, or red). He also has two suits (one that is black and white, and the other features a grey blazer, bow tie, and pants with a light pink button down) that he saves for truly special occasions where he wants to make a strong impression. When on missions, he dresses much more functionally, wearing turtlenecks and tight, mobile pants, his clothes disguised under a sweatshirt if needed. The only times that one would catch Darius in a t-shirt would be when he is in the comfort of his own home, alone.
    In a letter to the higher-ups of Pharos, Darius's friend and former mentor, Catalina, wrote the following:

    "His heart is in the right place, but he still has the mind of a conman. Every day, however, he is learning to see that the world is so much more than just a resource to exploit. From the bottom of my heart, I believe that he has known this all along deep down. Darius's outstanding dedication to understanding the Resonance and furthering our organization's mission never ceases to amaze me. On the outside, this man may appear to be the very image of corruption, but by working with him, you gain the opportunity to discover his heart of gold. Remember, he joined Pharos for a reason."

    Darius has retained many traits from old identity as a conman, such as his manipulative nature and selfish instincts. He has absolutely no problem with weaving the most intricate of lies to get what he wants, no matter how small, and he would not hesitate to fight a rival head-on if it came to that. In addition, he can very easily be diverted from his objectives by the right amount of money and/or a pretty face. If he wants something, he will do anything and everything in his power to obtain it, and he struggles to handle the feeling of failure when he does not succeed in an endeavor. He is very insecure about his past as a conman, especially his time in prison, and is absolutely terrified of this history catching up to him. He no longer goes out of his way to keep a low profile, but he only discusses the truth about his past to those who he trusts completely. Should he suspect that somebody is onto him about his past, he gets extremely nervous and uncomfortable around them.

    Despite all of this, Darius is a man who truly loves life and wants others to see the beauty of the world like he does. He pities cynical people and pessimists, often triying to take them under his wing to show them the good in the world. As for his powers, he sees his process of learning to use them as a fun challenge. He enjoys traveling and see new places, and he delights in learning the history of the world, finding it fascinating how things came to be the way that they are. He keeps a list of his "favorite places", and he loves showing these places to people who he trusts and cares about. He adores the world, and seeing it in its chaotic and apocalyptic state after the Resonance struck him very painfully, motivating him to put aside his selfish ways to work towards a greater good, instead. His hope is that by working in Pharos, he can help his faction gain a vast understanding of the Resonance and use that knowledge to benefit the entire world.
    - A black and white tailored suit

    - A tailored suit with a grey blazer, pants, vest, and bowtie with a pale pink button down.

    - A pistol and several boxes of ammunition.

    Darius has often worked with the Law Enforcement to assist in solving mysteries involving magical artifacts. He's very fearful of them learning about his old identity.


    Shapeshifting some or all of his body into the equivalent of its mass in water. He has complete mobile control of this water and is capable of expanding, contracting, temperature altercations, moving in any direction (within reason), and jumping up to two feet in the air. In this state, Darius is unable to change back to his true form unless all of the water is in the same place, and he suffers from major physical detriments when the water is separated for long periods of time (should it be for longer than 15 minutes, he will end up bedridden for at least a day, and he will die if it's for longer than three hours). Should he encounter any toxic materials while in this state, he is capable of expelling them from his mass, but must do so before returning to his natural form or else he is unable to expel them. Also, should this water be boiled, he will die.

    Completely shapeshifting into a chaotic whirlwind. Darius has limited control over this state, and while in it, he is capable of expanding, contracting, altering the intensity of the whirlwind, and moving in any direction (including up and down). If he goes below a 31mph wind speed while in this state, he automatically shifts back into his true form, and if he goes above 172mph, he suffers from major physical detriments afterwards, often rendering him unconscious. As a general rule, the higher his windspeed, the more energy it takes for him to maintain it and the more severely it impacts him afterwards. Darius cannot alter this form into anything other than a whirlwind, and should he pick up any toxic materials while in this state, he must face their effects once he shifts back into his true form.

    When physically in contact with a body of water, he can manipulate the form of the water to a certain degree, controlling the motion of any water within 30 feet of him and altering its temperature at will. He can move small amounts of water (up to 20 lbs) to disconnect with the body of water that he is in contact with, but he only has control over these for 13 seconds from the moment that they disconnect, and doing this is moderately draining for him to do.

    Darius has limited control over bodies of water within 30 feet of him when he is not physically touching them. He can make small, temporary altercations in the current of the water, create up to medium-sized splashes, and causing the water to make sounds (such as footsteps running through it or a pebble dropping).

    When touching water, Darius can sense the presence of anything else touching the same body of water within 52 feet of the point where he is making contact with the water. He is only capable of sensing the presence of what is touching the water, and cannot detect who or what it is.

    Darius can summon very small gusts of air, enough to blow a pile of papers off of a desk or to propel a bottle across a table. This, however, is the full extent of his control over the air element.
    Darius is an outstanding speaker, and when he wants to, can be very incredibly with his words.

    He is fluent in Arabic.

    During his years a conman, Darius had to break into houses on several occasions to destroy evidence against him. He developed intermediate lock picking skills from this.

    Darius can easily devise an incredibly elaborate and convincing lie on the spot.

    He is a decent brewer and can make a delicious cocktail.

    Darius is incredible at board games. Very rarely does he encounter someone who can beat him at chess.
    Darius was born to a young and tense couple, and when he was five, his mother had children with another man and left. His father genuinely cared about him, but he was constantly obsessing over his frequent and short-lived relationships, making Darius feel incredibly uneasy at home. Therefor, Darius spent most of his time at his friends' houses. Lacking in discipline, Darius flew through high school with ease by relying only on his skills and tact in his English and History classes. When he got to college, though, his lack of care for other subjects caught up with him and he failed out after his first semester. He took to working as a waiter in a local restaurant, where he would use his skills to devise tragic stories about himself so that pitiful guests would tip him incredibly generously. It was not uncommon for him to receive $100 bills as tips. It was at this point that Darius discovered the extent of his skills in persuasion, and he decided to give college a second try.

    This time, Darius wooed and charmed his professors into seeing him as a star student, despite the fact that he hardly lifted a finger on any assignment that he didn't care for. Nearly all of his professors adored him, and the few who saw through his tactics soon began receiving letters of warning from the campus administration about their "unfair treatment of students". To put it simply, Darius had the entire campus wrapped around his finger. An English and History double major, he made the Dean's List every semester, studied abroad in Egypt for a semester, and became the president of the student government (until he got tired of it, so he made an elaborate lie about his father's unstable mental state requiring more attention than he could give with all of his activities and stepped down). He was offered the chance to give a graduation speech, but instead he passed the opportunity onto one of his peers from a particularly wealthy family as a favor, knowing that he may need a favor in return later on in life.

    After graduating college, Darius was almost immediately offered a job with the International Archeological Association (IAA), an organization that he had worked with during his time in Egypt. He eagerly accepted, and was assigned the task of traveling all over northern Africa and the Middle East working with local governments to establish and maintain the framework for state-of-the-art archeological expeditions and preservation. At one point, the Association found itself at odds with a business syndicate that was pushing for the destruction of a cutting-edge archeological site as a part of a plan to expand their companies. The syndicate's vast wealth was winning over the local governments and it was an uphill battle for the IAA. However, Darius stepped in and devised a deal to make with the syndicate, local governments, and the IAA in which all three parties benefited, saving the archeological site from harm and significantly boosting the economy of the nearby towns. Despite having only worked for the IAA for seven months, this endeavor made Darius very well-known within this association and a competitive candidate for a leadership position that had recently opened up. This motivated Darius to work harder than ever before, in an effort to obtain that position, but suddenly, he had to return to America due to a family emergency.

    Darius's mother had just died in a car crash, along with one of her twin daughters. He flew back home to attend to the funeral and assist with the legal side of things, as the driver of the other car in the car crash was able to afford an excellent lawyer and Darius's family need all of the help that they could get, and his persuasion skills were extremely helpful throughout the trial. When he flew back to the IAA headquarters in Egypt, though, he learned that during his time away, somebody else had seized the leadership position that Darius had been working towards. Hurt, Darius immediately began begging all of his contacts within the organization's management to give him another shot at the position. As the higher-ups continually denied this request, Darius grew more abrasive and reckless in his correspondence with them, eventually reaching point where he was warned that he would be losing his job should he continue with what he was doing. At this, Darius saw just how badly he had wounded his standing within the IAA, so he decided to fly back to the US to start fresh and pursue new options.

    For his new "career", he decided to try something new altogether, truly putting his charisma to the test. In this scheme, he attended anti-government rallies and events, and then approach various attendees, posing as a foreign agent trying to pull strings within the country to stabilize things. He would play off of these people's pride by having them do a number of random tasks for him to "help further his cause", such as interviewing different politicians and writing articles for blogs and local newspapers. He would also have these people help connect him with their own contacts and recruit them to his "cause". Gradually, the tasks that Darius gave his followers would start involving giving him money, so eventually, he had a steady stream of money coming to him from his network. As soon as a threat of him getting caught arose, Darius would come up with an excuse to need to return to his "home country", and he would then move on to a different city to implement the same plot. Very rarely did anything go dangerously wrong, but when it did, Darius managed to avoid any serious consequences by bribing the right people and occasionally breaking into a house or office to destroy evidence.

    This scheme worked masterfully, until Darius was contacted by an old acquaintance: Catalina, who he had met during his time in the IAA. Catalina warned him that a number of powerful people were beginning to take notice of what he was doing as a conman, and that he was on the verge of being in great danger. She offered him the opportunity to pursue an ambiguous "greater purpose", but Darius took personal offense that she underestimated his ingenious scheme, so he dismissed her almost immediately. He then moved to Boston, where he immediately set on implementing his scheme again, this time establishing his biggest and most ambitious network yet. The problem was that his network expanded so vastly that it reached several people who had already fallen for his ploy. They set up a trap for him, working with the law enforcement, and before he knew it, Darius was behind bars and everything that he had worked for was gone.

    Darius fell into a deep depression while in prison, and even the guards started taking pity on him, making sure that his meals were extra warm and that he had the softest blankets during the winter. He ended up with a five year sentence, but on the third year, May, 2010 hit. Many prisoners (including Darius) managed to break free in the chaos. Darius fled to a nearby warehouse where he stayed for a few days, coming to terms with his powers and the new situation. Eventually, a group from the fractured police department banded together to try to hunt down the escaped prisoners by using their new powers, so Darius escaped, stealing a snowmobile and some gas from somebody's home and making his way to New York, where he could start fresh. Seeing all of the damage on his journey to New York, though, broke his heart, and it was at this point hat he decided that he needed to put aside his selfish ways to try to serve the greater good.

    In New York, Darius spent two years on is own, helping a number of people find shelter and get the resources that they needed, by stealing if necessary. In 2012, Catalina found him again. She explained to him that she worked for Pharos and offered to recruit him to the oranization, where his powers and skills in persuasion could be put to use for the greater good. He accepted the offer, this time. Catlina served as a mentor to Darius as he entered his apprenticeship in Pharos. Although he was sure that other people knew the truth, Catlina was the only person with whom he openly confided about his life as a conman. After several years, she began advocating for his advancement through the ranks of Pharos, but when the Resonance Wave of November, 2018 occurred, Catalina was altered with a horribly self-destructive ability, resulting in her death. At her funeral, Darius vowed to continue Catalina's legacy in Pharos, and to fight for the greater good with everything that he has.

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    "And so it begins..." David muttered to himself hesitantly as he stepped out of his rental car. A haunting shiver went up his spine as his foot made contact with the pavement.

    “So this is Arkford,” He thought, “the city of nightmares.”

    He had only been in the city for mere minutes, but he was already overcome with an overwhelming sense of unease and panic. For months he'd been planning this expedition, but he had avoided it for as long as possible, not only because of his deadly enemies living just north of Arkford, but also because of the horrifying stories of the place lining the darker corners of the internet. It wasn't until he was absolutely certain that the city would be essential in his mission that he even considered traveling there. Now, there was not a doubt in his mind that his brother had been through this city, and he had every intention to learn exactly what happened to him here.

    He looked around at the city surrounding him. He saw the eyes of each pedestrian as glazed with secrets and potential clues, and every corner having the chance of a new discovery on the other side. Despite his troubling circumstances, David couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement about the adventures awaiting him. It had been years since he had gotten such a rush.

    He walked across the parking lot to the hotel entrance and made small talk with the receptionist as he booked a room for two weeks, despite knowing that he would most definitely end up needing to extend his stay. The receptionist entered the information into the computer while David looked around the lobby, taking in every crack on the wall and leaf on the plants as though they were all vital clues that would make or break his entire mission.

    "And what's your name, sir?" The receptionist asked, snapping David out of his dreamlike trance. "Oh, uh, I'm David. David.... Kelly."

    Of course, Kelly was not his actual last name. Dropping his true name would surely attract all the wrong attention if it reached the wrong ears. He nodded to himself with an eager smile. David Kelly it is. He liked it. The receptionist handed him his room key, and he made his way to his room, unpacking his vast collection of notebooks, maps, and diagrams. And so it begins...
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  1. Darius Kayne

    Just Another Day at the Office....

    He’s your replacement… Of course he couldn’t ask a single question without that damn govey having to make some sort of snide remark. At this point he’d given up on impressing her - all that mattered was getting that hammer. Hopefully this stranger wouldn’t be getting in the way of that . A snap of the fingers cleared his concerns almost at once, filling his head with a new cocktail of thoughts and concerns. I’m the fucking Order. His newfound relief and budding fears were at once confirmed. A wild card had just come into play, giving Darius a second chance under a new, uncertain set of conditions. A new chance, a new challenge. Well… skulls don’t do much to stop it, concrete just traps it momentarily and only when its embedded from its own momentum. Small projectile explosive…. … only cause a deviation in direction but have no perceivable impact on the artifact itself…. not so much as a scratch…. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, halfheartedly hoping the detective would see. It’s fast, it’s strong, and it’s brutal. Thing is, it doesn’t stop that easily, so it keeps smashing around. Lucky for us, Pharos has something for that. He took a few casual steps forward, towards his audience of two, gesturing conversationally and engagingly, almost forgetting the danger he was in. We call it a kinetic vacuum, a device to deprive a kinetic artifact of motion and impact. In short, something to trick it into thinking it’s still flying across the room, when in reality it’s stuck up against the device. Still with me? He glanced between Seiko and this strange new Fire Magus to gauge their understanding of what he’d just said, but before he could get a reply, he fell to the ground to dodge the hammer accompanied by a veil of blue flames. Honestly… that thing was starting to get on his nerves, and now fire!? He hated fire. Kayne’s right. It’s kinetic. He couldn’t hide the massive, proud grin on his face as he stood back up. Projectile changes the direction, explosive is probably not hot enough to impact its speed like I just did. In short, he had the upper hand. Or at least, he would when he managed to get ahold of the kinetic vacuum. He knew he was being selfish in his thoughts, but the guilt of that was a beast to be dealt with later. For the time being, motivation was motivation, regardless of its roots. If Kayne has the “kinetic vacuum” he mentioned, we could most likely stop it. It would take all three of us to get it where we can "catch" it… unless one of you screws up and gets me killed, then it’ll probably kill both of you… or the building collapses first. I think I can stop it, but only for a few seconds if Kayne has what he thinks he has. We can shut it down long enough to contain it.... It also had to be in something before it started flopping around out here. A box maybe that kept it bound... maybe? That'd be a start? A box...of course! But he had to wonder how it escaped in the first place. Was it human error, a faulty box, or an intentional crime? He didn’t know which case would be worse. What kind of monster would set something so dangerous loose into the world? There were only a few feet of cement between that deadly artifact and a city full of innocents. Badge knocks it into me with that...thing. I stop it, Kayne binds it, Badge stuffs it back in the box. Kayne takes it home. If you can find the box. And there it was… a clear-cut path to victory, assuming Seiko wouldn’t protest. He kept his fingers crossed, comparing her obvious spite for him against her obsession with her duty. He wouldn’t bet on either if this was a gamble. I like you, I think, but when this is all said and done, I’m gonna have a lot of questions for ya about all this... It's your crime scene, find the damn box. He turned to his own agents - the ones who were still standing, at least. You heard him, people! I want that box in my hands pronto. Go! Whoever this guy was, he was Darius’s one shot at a mission well-done. Not to mention, finding the box before Seiko would be the icing on the cake. Seeing a tipped shelf under a slab of concrete, he and two agents struggled to lift the slab off the ground. Turned out to be of little use, with a few small wooden boxes revealed, none of which big enough to hold a hammer like that. Further in the shadows, though, was something that Darius regretted laying his eyes on: the wide-eyed corpse of a fallen law enforcement agent. One who was must have been stricken before Pharos arrived at the scene. Couldn’t be older than 25… poor kid. With a sad sigh, Darius signaled for his people to lower the slab back down. This box hunt just wasn’t fun anymore. He muttered to himself. Dammit Kayne… Don’t look at the bodies. Shaking the thought at his head, he got back to work, keeping a sharp eye on the hammer for any activity from it. It made a bound for one of the agents who helped him lift the slab, but he jumped out of the way just in time, giving it safe distance from Darius. Don't fail me now, Sirius... That kinetic vacuum just couldn’t come soon enough.
  2. Darius Kayne

    Countdown Begins...

    With his mouth agape, Darius looked around in absolute awe. For this first time in years, words failed him and all he could do was attempt to drink in the magnificent sight around him. His eyes darted around the arena four times over before even realizing that somebody was talking to him. With a deep breath, he finally managed to form a sentence. Now this... this is a masterpiece. Are you the genius behind all of this? As he approached, he took great care not to touch anything, well aware that just about anything in the arena could be enchanted with unforeseen defenses and dangers. He couldn’t help but question why Pharos was helping with this at all. Bakkhos seemed pretty set on defenses, and as exciting as the contents of that briefcase were, it was unlike Pharos to beat a dead horse like this. Or in this case, arming a already heavily armed horse. Perhaps there was some sort of deal going on between the higher ups about. That was most likely the case, at least, making Darius one of their oblivious pawns yet again. Such a thought would normally slap a scowl onto his face, but this time, he felt like a spoiled little boy on a Christmas morning. He may be a pawn, but this lucky pawn wouldn’t have rather rather been anywhere else. The sound of approaching footsteps snapped him out of his thoughts for the second time. He looked up to see a familiar face approaching. That man… the poster… could it be? No matter, he decided to push the thought aside for now. No matter who it was, he was bound to be impressed by what he was about to see. “Tom Gallo, pleased to meet you.” Darius accepted the handshake with a charming grin and a hearty nod. Darius Kayne, at your service! He gave his briefcase a firm pat to draw attention to it. Just in time for the fireworks, I see. I don’t think any of us wanna have to active this bad boy after today. You two are the lucky few to get an exclusive demonstration... and hopefully the only demonstration.
  3. Darius Kayne

    Just Another Day at the Office....

    You fuck ups wanted first calls for these damn things. THAT’S why you got called. No one fuckin' begging for your ass to be here. My "incompetent" cops DIED containing that thing from being unleashed on the city and its citizens. So you can go fuck yourself and get the hell out of MY crime scene. It took about 30 seconds for the words to sink in. He stormed back across the warehouse on the cusp between denial and anger. For a second he stopped to look back, entertaining the thought of putting up a fight for a second chance. As the hammer broke free, though, he whirled back around and continued his walk of shame. She asked for this. Her own damn fault when she blows herself to bits... Try as he might, he couldn’t deny it that he’d fucked up. Stupid stupid stupid… how much of an idiot could he be? He’d dealt with people in that kind of mindset before, and he’d dealt with them flawlessly. Why did this time - the one time he actually had something to prove - have to be the exception? It’s not like he was a stranger to mistakes, but this time he had no Catalina or Thorne to save his ass. This was it - his decisions had consequences, and this one had caught up with him already. If only Catalina was there - she would have known what do. By now, she would have the hammer wrapped up in a box, neatly tied with a cherry on top. Who knows what Thorne would have done, but at least the guy would have known what he was doing. Was he even altered? Either way, he would have had a number of words for Darius - none of them pleasant. Didn’t help his case one bit. Catalina, on the other hand, would at least have some words of wisdom about all this. There’s nothing to prove yapping and whimpering every time someone slaps you on the wrist. It’s easy. Just dodge the punches until the enemy lets its guard down, then strike. You’re an opportunist, Darius. Embrace it. Yes. That was exactly what she would have said. And she wasn’t wrong in the slightest. This battle wouldn’t be over for him until Darius left that warehouse for good, and that certainly wouldn’t be happening until he was either dead, arrested, or successful in the mission. Seiko and the police force weren’t remotely equipped for dealing with this artifact on their own, and the Order had at least a reasonable drive to get to the warehouse. There was always a chance for a new opportunity to arise. An opportunist could never just abandon hope like that. In the meantime, Seiko was at the mercy of Pharos and the hammer. NPC: Are you just gonna stand there, or are we gonna get the fuck outta here? Darius whirled around, glaring at Sirius. Who do you think I am, leaving a mission unfinished? NPC: Seriously? You really think you can get away with disob…. Before he could finish, Darius interrupted, crisply and clearly. Don’t test me. It’s in your best interest to obey your goddamn orders. Make yourself useful and get ahold of some sort of kinetic vacuum artifact - that’ll give us some protection at least. Before saying another word to further piss off Darius, Sirius left the room to make his way to the vehicles. In the meantime, Darius barely dodged the hammer, ducking under a pile of rubble just in time. As he looked up, he saw an unfamiliar face in the mix, and quite nearby, too. How did that stranger get into the room without anyone noticing? Did he have something to do with the loose artifact? “Who am I talking to? What have you tried?” As the hammer launched itself back across the room, he stood up, taking a step towards the stranger. He snapped his fingers for the man’s attention. Hey! You! Yeah, you! Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing here? The name’s Kayne, and it’s awfully suspicious of you, just popping up out of nowhere on a crime scene. You’d better have some answers for me right now. He watched the man distrustfully, ready to leap out of the way should he need to, all the while keeping a keen eye on the stranger’s every movement.
  4. Darius Kayne

    Countdown Begins...

    This was a dream come true. He’d tried to get a ticket, but they’d sold out before he even had a chance. And then, just like that, a quick call from Thorne changed everything. Not only was he getting a fool-proof mission that he couldn’t fuck up, but it was in Satyr Stadium of all places. The place came before his eyes in its full magnificence. It was rather deserted and quiet today, but all in perfect anticipation of the wonders to come. It made Darius’s mouth water just thinking of it. Held closely to his chest was an iron briefcase as he stared out at the hulking building before him. That briefcase held his key to all the action - there was no way in hell he was going to let that beauty fall into the wrong hands. The car came to a stop, and Darius got out before the driver could help him with the door. Luxury was nice, but the sight of weres ripping each other to shreds was so much better, topped only by the chance to support such a spectacle. Such an opportunity waited for no man. He grabbed the briefcase and stepped away from the car, bidding the driver farewell with a tip of his hat before making his way closer to the arena. He stopped only to admire a poster advertising the stadium’s opening night. It gave him a hunger for entertainment - one that only the sight of a brawl could settle. Now he was only a few days and one ticket away from a seat in front of the action. Security met him as he approached the main entrance. With a satisfied grin, he flashed his badge. Every damn time, it felt so good to do that. That badge never got old. Agent Kayne, Pharos. Special delivery for Satyr Stadium!
  5. Darius Kayne

    Just Another Day at the Office....

    Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. One look at the detective and Darius knew that he’d already fucked this up. IF we knew what was powering it do you think we would have even called YOU?..... IF you are Pharos… shouldn’t you know those things?…. She stepped forward towards him. Darius stepped back in response, a nervous quiver running down his spine. IF you were worth anything as an agent, don’t you think that YOU should be telling me the facts?… Now it was getting personal. He bit his tongue to hold back any words that he’d later regret saying. Thorne wouldn’t have sent Darius in the first place if he wasn’t worth anything as an agent …right…? With a shake of his head, Darius pushed the thought out of his mind. There’d be plenty of time for second-guessing and reminiscing later, but now his problems had just doubled. A rogue artifact AND an angry govey - he didn’t know which to be more afraid of. Fuck it… He opened his mouth to speak. Need I remind you that you… AGH! Almost as a reminder of its imminent threat, the hammer swooped past him. It took him by surprise and he barely ducked in time, breathing a sigh of relief as it passed over his head without harming him. ……IF artifacts are your specialty don’t you think that YOU should be confining that thing already? He covered his face with his arms to hide from a rain of concrete bullets. When the dust cleared, he looked forward to see the hammer stuck behind a pipe. With an exasperated sigh, Darius seized his chance to let loose with his words. The time to worry about consequences was over - this lady was REALLY pissing him off, and with the hammer stuck, how could he pass up this moment? You’ve got a lot of nerve, lady, begging Pharos for help, then talking all that smack at me when I show up. The pipe cracked as the hammer attempted to work its way out of it. A jet of steam burst into the air, clouding vision in the nearby area and raising the temperature a few degrees within a matter of seconds. That thing isn’t gonna hold for long, and you know it. I agreed to contain the artifact, not babysit your incompetent cops. Maybe I can help you out as an added bonus, but you’ve gotta learn some decent respect first and tell me those goddamn details so I can do my fucking job here. Don’t underestimate me, Detective Seiko. Especially not when you need my help. His voice took on a darker and more menacing tone as he said this, staring Detective Seiko right in the eye. Suddenly, he flashed a bright smile and the twinkle in his eyes returned. So what do you say? Friends? He extended a hand for her to shake, just as the hammer broke out. The entire section of the pipe shattered, setting the hot steam loose all over the area.
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  7. Darius Kayne

    Just Another Day at the Office....

    Damn… no time for introductions or formalities. What a shame. That was the problem with chaos – it never gave him time to open his mouth. It didn’t take long for Darius to realize that his gun would be almost useless in this situation. The hammer’s first strike at the team got it lodged in the concrete floor, mere inches away from his left foot. It was vibrating wildly as it tried to free itself, cracks forming around its place in the floor. In a few seconds, chunks of cement would be flying everywhere in a 3-foot radius. Darius wasted no time in sprinting out of the way, leaving many of his teammates standing there. Some of them were even knocked off of their feet by the whiplash. “Jablonski! Sirius! Cover me!” Two agents rushed over to Darius’s side as the hammer charged at those remaining by the door. One of them was desperately trying to divert the hammer’s attention from a fallen agent, to minimal success. Only after crushing the agent’s foot did it launch itself at the other one. Seeing this out of the corner of his eye, Darius breathed a sigh of relief. With a little luck, that should buy him the time he needed. As they ran forward, Jablonski muttered something to Darius. NPC: “What’s the plan, Kayne? This thing’s stronger than we thought.“ “It’s a flying hammer, idiot! What did you expect!? C’mon, we don’t have the details yet.” With the hammer still focused on the agents by the doorway, Darius soon made it to Seiko’s side of the warehouse. He gestured to his badge. “Agent Kayne, Pharos. I need the who, what, when, and why on this hammer, now. And if you know anything about how it’s doing this, even better. Speak!” He shot a nervous glance back at the hammer again. He had a feeling it wouldn’t remain on the other side of the warehouse for much longer...
  8. Darius Kayne

    Just Another Day at the Office....

    A massive crashing sound was heard nearby and dust could be seen emerging from 2nd story windows of the warehouse. Yep… this was the one. “Three….” Darius stood at the employee entrance, holding up a hand ready to cue the containment crew’s entry. He didn’t know what he’d find inside, but he was using every last mental trick in the book to calm his nerves. More than anything, though, he felt exhilarated. This was his chance, the moment he’d been waiting for – the very the reason he had joined Pharos in the first place. For years he’d been shoved into the background, assigned to easy, almost pointless missions that his superiors had taken far too seriously, holding every last one of his mistakes in them against him for months on end. Now, he finally had the opportunity to break away from that. He was an agent, not a pawn, and he was absolutely thrilled that someone had realized that. Still, he couldn’t help but ask himself why. Why had Thorne chosen today to give him a chance with leadership? Catalina seemed to be on the forefront of both Thorne’s mind and his own, but why? “Two…” He realized that he meant to be counting down with his fingers as well as his words, but he had forgotten to move his fingers accordingly, so he was merely holding up a hand for the entire containment crew to see. Fuck… He quickly put down three fingers so that he was only holding two up, and with his other hand, hidden behind his back, he crossed his fingers that none of the crew had noticed his mistake. A new leader like himself had to be taken seriously, and according to Thorne, this was Darius’s chance to prove himself as the leader he truly was. Perhaps the only chance he’d be getting for a long while, if not ever. Why today, though? Why!? “One…” Putting down another finger and leaving only his index finger in the air, Darius shook the thought out of his head. If all went well, there’d be plenty of time for thinking and processing later. He couldn’t let himself get distracted now. Not when Thorne had, for some unknown reason, gone through so much trouble to… Dammit! He grimaced as his mind began to wander again, and before it could get another chance to start questioning things, he put his last finger down and gave the order. “Now!” He grabbed and turned the door handle, shoving his body onto the door to give the momentum needed for it to open. It slammed open without struggle. He found himself in a lobby or waiting room of some sort, completely deserted, with a long hallway branching off of it. No sign of danger in this room, but there was a loud and threatening sound coming from very nearby. The sound of thumping, perhaps? No… toppling. The sound of toppling. “This way. Come on!” He allowed several members of the containment crew to move ahead of him for protection as they ran down the hall as quickly as they could while clad in their heavy body armor, with Darius and the rest of the crew close behind. There were chairs scattered across the floor of the hall, almost as through someone had tried to build a barricade of some sort, but the half-demolished makeshift barricades were no match for Darius’s physical training, as he leapt over them with ease. The one irritating thing about all of this was the dust. It was everywhere, getting in his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. There just wasn’t any escape from it, and it hurt. Not horribly, but it certainly was a pain. Finally, they reached a double door with no handle, lock, or doorknob. Just the kind that you push to open, and without hesitation, the agents in front of Darius did just that, charging into the room. Darius let the others enter before him, as he lagged back to make sure they were all present. When the last one went through, he braced himself to make his own entrance. The sounds of toppling, crashing, and shouting were closer than ever, but it was at this moment that he realized something: he wasn’t scared at all. Not yet, anyway. 3… 2… 1… NOW! With a very quick countdown to psych himself up, he slammed through the door, just in time to see the horrific sight of the hammer slamming into one of agents, right in the shoulder. The blow knocked the agent back into a wall, hitting his head. His helmet still seemed solid, but he was knocked out, at least, and there was no time to check on his physical state. Darius grinned at the sight of all the action. Now, it was time to prove his worth and get that damn artifact contained. Now, he could actually be useful for once.
  9. Darius Kayne

    Just Another Day at the Office....

    “Kayne!” In stormed Mr. Thorne, a short and squat man with an explosion of frosted red hair on his head. He wore an ugly green blazer, half buttoned to cover up a poorly-concealed coffee stain on the shirt underneath. It took all the willpower that Darius could muster not to roll his eyes or make a snide remark about this. Most days it wouldn’t be worth the effort to hold his tongue, but this time, he didn’t dare to open his mouth out of fear of further upsetting the man. Something about his demeanor suggested that a matter too serious for sarcasm was about to be discussed. Thorne grabbed a chair from an adjacent, vacant stall and noisily dragged it over to the desk, earning several annoyed glances from the other agents in the room. “Kayne – I’ve got five minutes to get you briefed for this, so keep your mouth shut until I’m done. You have a new mission.” Mouth…shut… He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t stand for having his old mission ripped away from him so easily. He had to protect his pride. “Wait! Sir, I haven’t finished the Reynolds Negotiations. Give me two more days, and we’ll have it. I’m close, I swear.” And just like that, Darius knew he’d made a mistake. He should have kept his mouth shut like Thorne had told him to, but patience was far from his specialty in life. Especially when it involved his pride. In the duration of a tense pause that felt like hours, Thorne’s frustration turned to anger and anger to apparent rage, and when he spoke next, he raised his voice to its loudest, making a complete scene in the middle of the office. “What did I tell you, boy!? Do you want me to find another agent? Admit it, the Reynolds Negotiations are a lost cause, so face the facts so we can send a qualified agent to the job. If you keep trying to bullshit your way through this, the higher-ups will have both our throats. Believe it or not, Kayne, I’m trying to help you, so take this damn mission and you might look like a half-decent agent for a while.” Now Thorne had Darius’s attention. He didn’t know what kind of mission this was, but it wasn’t a well-kept secret that his current mission, the Reynolds Negotiations, had severely fallen through over the past few days. At this point, although he would never admit it directly, he was just buying time to put off an almost inevitable failure. It would be a painful mistake to turn down an opportunity to get out of that mess and its impending consequences altogether, even if it meant admitting the truth of his situation to Thorne. “I’m listening. What do you want me to do?” Close enough to a confession, by his standards. It was a matter of his own pride, something that could never be handled bluntly or directly. Tact and word choice was everything. “Finally you cooperate, boy. Right now, there’s a team of goveys being terrorized by an artifact in a warehouse. Described as ‘Thor’s hammer on steroids’, our contact says that it’s flying freely in there, targeting every living thing in sight. Your job is to do whatever it takes to get that thing contained.” Goveys…. Of course it had to be goveys. Darius rolled his eyes, pushing the thought out of his mind, although he knew he’d have to deal with those fears later on. “Sure thing, sounds easy enough.” Thorne wordlessly gestured for Darius to get up, and without waiting for a response began walking at an alarmingly quick pace for a man of his build. By the time that Darius was standing up, Thorne was already almost out of the room, forcing Darius to scramble behind him to catch up. He couldn't tell whether this was a power play of some sort or simply a fast walking pace on the part of Thorne. Or both. With a sigh, Darius realized that he would probably never know the answer to that, as the moment had already passed. Time simply moved too quickly for too many questions. “Your contact’s Detective Seiko. Her usual Pharos contact isn’t around right now, so you’re gonna do his work for ‘em. We’ve got a containment crew converging on the old Ferrara warehouse on 39th street, and you’re gonna lead ‘em.” His eyes widened in shock. Could Throne be serious? Not once during his time in Pharos had Thorne been selected to be a leader. “You mean… I’m leading this mission!?” “You heard me, kid. Catalina didn’t train you to become some lame-ass follower. But don’t blow it. The last thing we need is an escaped hostile artifact on our hands.” Both of their paces quickened instinctively at the mention of Catalina. “Anyway, all we know is that it’s a hammer of some sort flying around a crime scene in the warehouse. It’s taken down at least two cops by now – probably more by the time you get there. There’s a lot of unknowns here, so unless someone can prove that they’re Pharos or a cop, don’t trust ‘em for a second. It’s a crime scene. Who knows what went down.” “Will do, sir! I won’t let you down, I swear!” Overtaken by a newfound sense of enthusiasm for this mission and obedience towards Thorne, Darius practically glided through the armory upon arriving in the room, gathering all the gear he could need, including a helmet, body armor, and a gun, just in case. All the while, Thorne continued to brief him for the mission. Suddenly, an alarm went off on Thorne’s phone. He turned to Darius. “Well, kid, that’s all the time we’ve got. I’ll reassign the Reynolds Negotiations to another agent and make ‘em take the fall for it, so you’re good to go. In the meantime, make Catlina proud.” For the first time in… well… as long as he could remember, Darius actually felt a connection with Thorne. The two men hurried to a vehicle and Darius hopped in, waving goodbye to Thorne before making his way towards the warehouse. As expected, he arrived at his destination within minutes and saw the crew that he would be working with: mostly complete strangers to him clad in body armor and helmets, but there were a few familiar faces in the mix. He looked around at his comrades and took a deep breath… no… not comrades. His subordinates. Finally, he spoke. “Alright, people. I hope you’ve already been briefed on this, ‘cause there’s no time to lose. We’ve got a warehouse down the street with a rogue artifact flying around attacking everything in sight. Our job is to get it contained, no matter what it takes. Don’t trust anyone who can’t prove they’re law enforcement or Pharos, and whatever you do, don’t let that hammer out of the warehouse.” And with that, he made his way in the direction of the warehouse, ready to take on whatever challenges it may bring. “Make Catalina proud.” Thorne’s words echoed through Darius’s mind.


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