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[RP] For the Greater Good

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Desbear:
Well, if we don't kill Chernobog I know what will, well it looks like I'm not getting  any information out of the bartender anyway.

Hank:
Bastion stared at Chernobog as he walked away.
"Wait!"
Bastion shouts.
"Thank you for your time!"
He grabs his keys from his pocket and goes into his car. He drives off smiling.

TrainerX:
  Cecil walked to the entrance of the network of underground caves of the Temple of the Black Light. This wasn't the whole headquarters, only a few sections were underground. The whole Temple of the Black Light was surprisingly large. The above-ground areas were well-concealed, so it hadn't been found by the government yet.
 
  Cecil walked through the entrance, and got into one of the subway-like vehicles that could transport people to different sections of the huge network that were miles away. It took him to the plaza of an underground city, with artificial lighting systems. It wasn't as bright as it was outside of the caves, but it was good enough.
 
  Cecil walked to the HQ, which was a group of huge buildings arranged in a square, so that there was a big area in the center, which had a few different purposes. There was the living quarters for soldiers, which had a cafeteria, a lounge(couldn't think of a better word.), dormitories, and training rooms; a building for generals and the leaders of the Temple of the Black Light, and a few more buildings. He went to his dorm, cleaned off the dagger he had used to kill the salesman at the mall, and took off his armor. He looked in the mirror. He had thick sand-blonde hair that went about halfway down his neck. His eyes were a darker shade of green than most people with green eyes had. He had an intense and unrelenting gaze, which had struck fear into the few people who had ever seen him without his helmet. He always wore his helmet around other people, and only lifted the piece of his helmet that covered his mouth when he was eating.

  He was going to meet one of the leaders the next morning to receive an assignment. It was most likely an assassination attempt on someone from the government. He sat on his bed, thinking about the events today, and wondered why they had decided to blow up the mall. He knew the reason wasn't what the leaders had told them. He heard a knock on his door, and scrambled to get his helmet before they opened the door and saw him. He wanted to keep his true identity a secret, for multiple reasons. The most obvious one was that he was an assassin, and he didn't trust anyone enough to believe that they wouldn't accidentally give him away if he was attempting to assassinate someone without his armor. He grabbed his helmet, but he was too late, and the door opened before he could put it on.

((Cliffhanger :P))

((I'll list the second reason later, since it's going to be important for character development later on))

Frenchfry:
Chernobog approached the entrance to their headquarters, which was once a mosque. The guards, appropriately, were both Muslims. They stepped aside at the first sight of Chernobog's armor, having learned long ago that he wasn't a man to be kept waiting.

Pushing the doors open, he was met with an empty building, a thin layer of dust coating everything. To the average person, it appeared to have been recently abandoned. To those whom placed their allegiances with the Black Light, on the other hand...
Chernobog moved to the front of the mosque, where a small marble block was jutting out of the floor, a small slit in its center. Removing the sword from it's upside-down sheath on his back, he pressed the blade into the marble, causing a small click. Sheathing his blade, Chernobog pushed against the marble, causing it to swing on its hidden hinges, revealing a staircase underneath.
Cliche, perhaps. But definitely an effective disguise.

Chernobog descended down into their base, replacing the marble block as he went.

Desbear:
I get back in my car, i also grab my radio. The bartender's bar is closed, Got any other great plans?
Uh.....no.
Roger.
I put the radio down.
Why do they always send me on missions i can't complete?
Beats me.
Good to see your still activated GPS, i think you need a nickname.
Okay, how about sheila?
No overused, how about navi?
Why?
Oh nothing.
I remember how annoying navi was in The legend of zelda ocarina of time.
Okay, you do realize that all i can help you with is the directions, but i can also give you someone to talk to.
Great.

((Start posting again!))

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