Drawing of Fate 2A

Gage steps out, standing upright in the light of the building, several shadows of his body being cast in all directions from the lights above. Behind him Omar steps out, leading him by the shoulder and giving him advice as he guides him into the casino. "He is going to be mad, furious even but don't let that deter you. He has gone for a long time with out these masks and after his anger fades he will calm down and we will figure out our next step. Charilus is not a bad guy, he has a bit of a short temper but he is reasonable. He knows that if you were ambushed then it would not have mattered how strong you were. This is not your fault and he will realize that but until he calms down make sure not to interrupt him."

"Yeah," sure don't interupt his boss, the one that happens to command his own little army of supernatural people. "I will watch my mouth. I hope your right. I got the shit kicked out of me for that thing, if I can't at least find out what for then I am going to be a little annoyed." Gage starts on his way in, Omar guiding him through the front and past the guards. Moving past the front bar and through a pair of large wooden double doors with a dragon carved into it they enter a hallway that seems to go on forever, wider than necessary and at least two floors tall. The humm of the street and the casino behind him echoes down the hall, coming to a dead stop when the doors are closed. It was all sound proofed, sealing him away from the real world. Even if he wanted there would be no one out there that could hear him scream, his death likely to be found only by ants as his remains would be scattered over five states. Was this company really like that though? Do they kill the failures? Certainly not, how else would they get anyone that was decent without killing them while they are inexperienced.

"I am sorry sir, I was attacked in my bed. There was nothing I could have-" Gage is cut off by another stream of curse words and insults, all aimed at his incompetence and his inability to perform up to the standards of the company. At first Gage was embarrassed but as the insults went on he felt a tinge of anger starting to well up. What was he supposed to do? Die trying to keep that mask and then still lose it because he was dead? No, he would let them have the mask this time but he would make them cough it up in blood during their next meeting. Charilus takes a breath, a young woman's hand touching his shoulder and calming him down almost instantly.

Stepping out from behind her grand father she speaks, apparently having come from no where as she was not in the room when he entered, or at least not that he could see. "Please Grandfather, stay calm. It is not good for your health and if you heard right from Omar then there is no way that he would have been able to hold onto the mask. Especially if there was a group of them. He has been through enough already this morning and the fact that he has still come in proves that he is committed to getting this at least straightened out. Mumbling to himself Charilus agrees and shakes his slightly in disappointment.

"I supposed your right Elan. We were so close though...it was right there. I could have reached out and taken it yesterday." Charilus flops into his seat and puts his head into his hands obviously lost in the past and in the loss of the mask. Elan walks forward and reaches out a welcoming handshake to Gage waving Omar off.

"I am Elan, this is my Grandfather here. I heard from Omar that your morning has been less than ideal," less than ideal is not how he would have explained it but it was still close. "Perhaps we may have a moment to discuss the significance of what has happened and we can see if you would like to remain involved in this."

"With Tho'xes dying words he claimed that the masks did not work, several apprentices in the area hearing that came to believe that perhaps Tho'x was indeed not contained in the masks. After failing to destroy the mask with any means known to them at the time they sealed the masks away far below the base of their central chamber. Tho'x however was sealed in these masks, fragmented but still there. Using his surplus spiritual energy he traveled out and convinced the minds of many members of the group that there was strife and destruction at hand and they all fell, the place turning into ruins and no one was left to guard the masks." Elan walks Gage behind a massive one way mirror that looks over the entire casino floor so that they could see the entire floor at once.

"The final act of the last member of the guard was to disperse the masks all over the world into hiding. Once all hidden he died, their locations hidden to everyone in the world except for what was left in a few of his notes and a few records of his sightings. Now my Grand father has been working on getting these masks together before a group of Hollows manage to get a hold of them. These masks are indestructible when apart and the least dangerous in that form but when they are brought together they can be combined into a single mask that is stronger than the others but is then able to be destroyed." Elan continues walking, passing down a thinner hallway where men walk by pushing massive mail carts filled with chips and stacks of cash. Gage couldn't help but stare at the mass of money that he was seeing. The situation was serious but even in this day and age you have to stop and admire the flowers this time the flowers being a wad of cash that would make bill gate drool.