Never A Crowded Company [OPEN]

[Jackson von Dubone]

The whole universe would surly tremble and fear once Jackson's name spreads across each individual world's ears, a long-term goal he was willing to come true. However, as he began to display his insanity, his flames dispersed into nothing before flowing towards the black-clothed woman's open palm. It was to be expected in the end, it had been years since he could ever use his true powers; more likely, to show his abilities and tricks he can display with them. His rude smiles and uncommon joy drained quickly from his face, leaving a curious an uncertain look at what he just heard. An eyebrow lifted as he looked at her with a new appearance of interest.

"Is that so?" He spoke attentively, his voice no longer dwelling in anger or fury. You could also say he has switches that short circuit over time, and can easily lock themselves despite anyone fixing them, leaving an unpredictable walking time bomb of a being. And when one or two or more switches are locked, there's no telling what could happen to anyone - young or old - near his range of emotional mayhem. Looking at the woman, there was no sign of her making another move, just only allowing him to take her life quickly and swiftly. This brought no amusement at all to his expectations as he raised and pointed a finger towards her. "If you are this willing to intercept my demented moment, and leave yourself exposed like a painted target, then your fate is not meant to end just yet."

He almost wished there was no one else there with them, and see that his rude behavior would be seen as a disorder of sorts - at least. His same intrigued look was expressed towards a newer face, one who doesn't seem to give him a simple proposal with open arms. Turning back towards the woman, he bowed with sincere respect, but with more class than before, as his whole body rotated to gaze upon another delicate flower of beauty. He bowed once again, not willing to favor one rose to another, before standing upright and clasp his hands behind his back. This new woman had perfection written all over her features, from the hair to her shoe tastes. Of course, her fashion of clothing failed in comparison to the other woman, but there is an equal match, according to his sights, on beauty and finesse. "A proposal that I should not refuse? Is this a request from you, yourself? He simply asked, not making any moves to move closer to her or back away from her, only to examine her more while he awaited his answer. His day here, so far, has given him two wonderful women. Plus, there's also the young man, who he immediately disrespected the moment he saw his bored appearance. An apology must be made if he saw him again in the future, which would be likely the case.

[War]

"At the moment yes." War said simply. She studied the man's every action. He was clearly mad. It was certain Chaos would easily manipulate him. Hell it was possible she could bend the maniac to her will alone. However she would have much rather slit his throat and been done with it. In her experience men with such egos and balance issues were more of a liability then an advantage. At least he showed her respect.

"My name is War, and I am part of a group that could benefit from your knowledge of Magic." She said the word almost distastefully. She did not have Chaos's talent for lies, and rarely hid her true feelings. She had always been the most obvious of the Four Horsemen. It was just part of what she was. She could be stealthy, she could track prey for miles, all skills taught to her by her fellow soldiers. However she had never learned the subtlety of the nobility, nor cared for it. If she wanted to keep something back, she just did not say it.

"I can arrange transport if you do not already have it." She said simply, her hand still on her pommel.

[Constance Helene]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2uggv45.jpg] As the last of the burning light flickered away from her slender fingertips, the breathless woman gazed upon Jackson, arms spread out as she waited. She watched him - watched his features as they warped and faded to whatever emotion they would fall upon - and waited, for waiting was all she could do. She'd laid all her cards out on the table, and Jackson now held the fate of the game. Still, Constance always had an ace up her sleeve; she didn't play fair, and she knew she didn't. Constance watched as the features of his face changed, at first so bold and psychotic as a madman's features should be, then quickly softening as the man realized what the sorceress had done. He seemed to accept that his weapon of mass destruction had been so easily taken from his powerful hands by those so much smaller and softer than his own, yet a curiosity glimmered in his catching gaze, and his raised eyebrow showed to the woman that she had him hooked. He would not retaliate; still, she did not move until his own words gave her a hint of permission. He spoke, his voice absent of the madness that had stricken him just moments before, and his tone was attentive - wondering. He considered what she said, and he responded with a soft, "Is that so?" The only reply made from the woman with the long dark brown hair was a soft chuckle; her black eyes made no movements, and she stood still as a statue, still presenting herself as an offering, should the crazed man change his mind and assault her as she had originally anticipated. His next move, however, was not an attack or a threat of any sort, but instead a mere point of his finger in which Constance knew he held unbelievable power; after all, the flaming maelstrom which she had just been forced to extinguish with her own Gaelic magic was proof of what damage he could do. He stated his beliefs, not a hint of amusement in his eyes; since Constance was so bold as to interfere when the man had so clearly gone insane, then she was not to die yet, or not by his hands. She had collected his interest, and she intended to keep it long enough to gain a proper ally, and who knew, perhaps she would. As his hand fell back to his side, Constance let her arms fall as well, and then she spoke. "Cowards die many times before their death; the valiant never taste death but once." A soft chuckle accompanied the quote, and she continued with a soft smile, "If your insanity is to be the cause of my death, dear Jackson, then I would face your wrath a thousand times. I will never be labeled a coward, and neither are you, to speak as though you have power over the fate of a sorceress powerful as I." Constance meant no challenge by her words. It was a compliment, really. Both she and this powerful sorcerer were remarkable in their talents, and she hoped that he would recognize her words as such a compliment. Constance's sharp black eyes turned to the woman who spoke to Jackson, saying that she had something to propose to him. Distrust instantly filled in the angular features of her face, but Constance said nothing as Jackson bowed and turned to face the girl, bowing to her as well and then standing straight with his fingers softly interlocked behind his back. The next words were an invitation to join this odd girl - War's - group. His magic was apparently worth recruiting, to this girl. How peculiar that War had seen Constance steal the man's fire straight from his hands, yet she did not even acknowledge the sorceress's presence. Constance certainly wasn't interested in joining a group, but hell if she didn't deserve to have men and women alike laying themselves at her feet to recruit her.

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[Akira Saito]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background: url(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__N4J7S1MGhA/Scqd4oYu3zI/AAAAAAAAAcc/TfBqpcotpME/s400/Vintage-Pattern_Black.gif); height: 400px; width: 400px; border: 10px #0A0A0A solid; padding: 10 0 12 12] I remember black skies the lightning all around me, I remember each flash as time began to blur. To say that he was surprised would probably fit the dark-haired, dark-eyed teenager pretty well right then. Despite what he had said, it all went ignored. The man, Jackson, calmed down immensely and payed the 'canine' no mind whatsoever. The surprise only showed on his face a little, his eyes slightly wider than normal and his jaw slightly loose. He fixed that up real quick like though. A small scowl set itself on his face. The other man's actions annoyed him. It wasn't so much the being ignored part. It was more the part where the man had insulted him, he had insulted back, and there was no response whatsoever. It was strange. That was the best way he could describe it right now. Whatever. It didn't matter. He wasn't hear to chit-chat or fight or anything like that. He was here to look around. That was it. And that was what he was going to do. Akira payed little attention to the woman offering the man 'a deal that he couldn't refuse'. He didn't even pay the first woman any mind. The man either really. No, he'd just leave while he had the chance. Before someone decided to stop him again. "Tch," the sound slipped passed his lips as he began to step forward. He moved at a leisurely pace and someone could stop him if they really wanted too. He didn't think he was needed in the little group, so he didn't see why anyone would bother. Unless it was to pick a fight or something. .Wordcount: 270 .Tag: Jackson, War, Constance. .Place: Neverland - Neverwood .Notes: Feel free to stop him again if you want. And sorry it's late and really short. .Lyrics: New Divide by Linkin Park Post Table made by MARIA, from OTE, BS and MONOCHROME.

[Jackson von Dubone]

He studied the woman's movements, her body language giving off discomfort while her words were close to convincing his talents in her so-called "group". "Tell me, will this group satisfy my tastes other than skill and nobility?" He asked, though more of curiosity rather than interest. By her actions alone, this group had no desire to equally pleasure all of their members. He would soon decline the offer, but for now information is information. That and Constance's words were swimming in his head, her last comment was caught not as an insult, but rather a complement on their ways of being powerful mages. It would be rather insulting if one were to not analyze her words, misunderstanding her true meanings instead of knowing she had a very good point.

"And, you would rather choose my rampageous malice rather than her majestic, malignant manipulation?" He bowed slightly before gesturing the woman to the other, who was indeed splendid in her effort to thwart his fiery madness. "I do believe she delivers a more devious approach rather than my uncoordinated efforts." Though he spoke with a serious tone, he was quite bonkers on his comments, impressing the brown-haired woman who was already catching all of his interests secretly. In this manner, he was returning her compliments by congratulating her abilities as a magician - possibly around his level of strength, precision, and dexterity. He turned without movement to smile at the woman he was commenting on, bowing once more for being a charming bastard. "What say you, the rose with black thorns? Are you indeed a more suitable card for this woman's terms?" Though in no shape or form was he intending her use of magic as tools to be used and be disposed later. Perhaps she would understand as well on his compliments so far.

But what was bothersome was the fact the third guest was inattentive, looming away to avoid confrontation. Oh well, perhaps Jackson could converse with him alone in the woods or by nearby rivers. So many choices to be the only two talking, alone and private without thinking someone would like to eavesdrop on their small meeting. He couldn't help but wanting to know the long-eared loner's intentions on Neverland. Why here of all places? Again, as said before, information is information.

[War]

"I assure you that we can cater to any taste, no matter how perverse." War said simply. She studied each of them in term. She saw the subtle reactions and enjoyed them considering her. She also knew how it would play out, as it had played out so many times in the past. They would reach a crucial point, one would insult the other, and they would believe themselves stronger then her.

"Her skill is subtlety and while my brothers would enjoy such skill, I am a women of power and action. I prefer my statements to be made boldly and without counter." War stated. "However her form is pleasing to me, and I am sure the others would welcome her if she wished to join us." She said with a slight smile. "I've never said no to a pretty face."

She caught movement out of the corner of her eye. It was not hurried but rather apathetic. She smirked slightly as she broke eye contact with Jackson for just a second. "And where are you going Heartless? I have much to discuss with you as well. You do not encounter many Heartless with personalities very often. I have been told they are stronger then their mindless brethren."