Drawing New Cards~[Starting Anew Pt. 1] -The Creed

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He tried to do too much, too soon, with too little...

His hand, he involuntarily forfeited. Folded.

The organization had dwindled down to less then a handful of people not counting the dispensable amount of henchman he acquired through sheer persuasion. Besides the inadequate, his able few he could count on one hand. Kisai, Olden Price, Charlotte Cross, and Dreptin Kurogasko. The very few close friends he had in this world. The very few that would help Drake achieve his dreams because his dreams were their own.

He sat.

Mind racing, fingers claw tapping profusely along the cold metal of the table he sat at. Ten chairs aligned the table with his chair highlighting the steel metal by being strategically placed at the top while the remaining nine aligned the sides. As he sat in vocal silence, his anxiety was fully audible in the sounds of his fidgeting. His eyes showing equal anxiety in the lush magma color that plagued them. Powerful, staggered veins etched their way along his iris with a keen focal point on his pupil. Tired eyes were a result of the leaders hard work that led up to this point. Today he'd set the building blocks and framework for for a new beginning.

Hair silver, skin lightly tanned. Legs and arms both fully augmented by his trademark black gauntlets. From the tips of his toes to his pelvis, from the tips of his fingers to his shoulder he was lethally draped in hundreds of pounds of metal. His torso, only one of his two exposed body parts was politely covered in a black vest that was not zipped but closed nonetheless. His head rested in his left hand, cuffed and comfortably situated while his right hand continued to tap away at the metal table leaving small holes where the silver claw like fingers tread.

As Drake sat there in silence he awaited the moment when his team would assemble, whatever left of them that is.

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She walked in...

Short legs with a broad stride. Uniform in her posture not because she wanted to but because to her... It was the only way that she knew was right. A young girl with a taught mind, not in age but in design.

Ebony skin and silver hair, short stature but inside was what was rare. Metal cases, nuts and bolts, hardwire, microchips, and such. Robotic internally but externally she was as usual as humankind. With a logo so beautiful it was branded in her mind though worn on her tongue whenever she spoke the word, "Kisai".

An emotionless faced piggybacked her emotionless annunciation. Her name, briefly stated, only to announce her arrival onto Drake's poker table. She sat down in the seat to Drake's left with no words for they weren't needed. 'Cause she lived by a notion 'they' lived. Never repeated.

Many say isn't it evil to live backwards. Well when you're working with Drake, Evil is forwards and she was comfortable facing that way.

The door creaked after she was firmly in her seat. Her attention remained fixated on her twelve for her robotic tendencies would pick up everything even if she shut her eyes and ears and didn't delve...

Into the situation for that's what it was. Another Creed member had shown but this was to Drake's expectation for who had shown was one of his best mans....

Olden Price, The very own.

Tall in comparison, ebony skin just like her. In his ears as they always were were two earbuds, because of this he always read lips. Never heard. He looked awfully light, he wasn't packing his usual gear. Champion Stereo, the one entertainment center you'd never want to hear. 'Cause of this you could tell he was battle ready and built. His physique was nothing to laugh at.

Nothing little. Nothing meek.

Yet, he walked with a carefree attitude. Hands in his pocket and head bumping back and forth to every other and another tune. So he sat in the seat next to Kisai, on Drake's left.

And as his legs gained altitude, to rest about the tables metal fortitude, he couldn't help but bellow out, "Olden present, my dude."

[kiarus]

OOC: Lol, So that's how you want to do this. Ok.

He looked up, interest peeked as two cards made their way to their seats. First a queen, duly noted as his right woman. Kisai, a loyal fiend, more capable than any man. Chalked full of metal, void of any flesh though she looked as usual as any kind of human thanks to her human mesh. Firmly planted in the seat to his very left she coldly sat as cold as winters breath. Without a second word her first was as meaningful as Olden's four.

Olden.

The second of the two to enter. He was a strong dude.
Able.
Priceless.
A King described him better.

Without his heavy metal Drake felt a bit overbearing for he, himself was always suited whether he was at a funeral or in the ring. Olden firmly sat in the seat next to Kisai, still on Drake's left it seemed to be the better side. Drake left nothing forgotten and when he did whatever was left was left to those on his left side. For right was too good and and sometimes evil was needed to keep his dreams live.

Two names, briefly stated but who would be the third one that would keep Drake's plans sane.

Lets paint the picture.

A dimly lit room, with a sole light above the long metal they sat at.
Floor was dusty, no sign of a broom. The place was obviously deserted for long periods of time. Three idle figures sat around a table. All idols of their own ideals though mutual agreeing in an ideal, ideal.

A loud crack, a long bang. The door swung open and what came was none other than a shadow of Cain. A man, fish though humanoid in comparison to his fishman brethren. Light white skin, seemingly scrawny though across his back was a sword so large it was lethal in every way possibly. His expression unlike everyone else's was full of character. Blood lust, rage, and hatred were among its favorite endeavors. An unlawful smirk marked his sinister nature. Light blue hair and aqua eyes were a few of his unique features.

They hungrily looked at the humans in the room. His favorite snack he couldn't help but drool. And even though Kisai wasn't a human he would eat her too just because she looked good.

He walked and sat in the seat next to Olden, still on Drake's left and with evil dripping from his lisp he said, "Dreptin here, there is gonna' be food riiiight?"

Landslide.

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