Darius Kayne

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  1. 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!
  2. 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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  4. 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...
  5. 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.
  6. 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.