The Knights of Dawn

@.Longshot. said:

@_Knightwing: Longshot jumps down from the shadows, bounding off a pillar and landing silently before the newest recruit to the team. "British. We needed someone British. I'm Longshot. Welcome to the Beacon. Truth, justice, you get the picture." He takes out a small black bag he has under his arm and tosses it to Knightwing. "This has your teleporter console. You have to enter an access code and wait about a minute for it to charge up, so don't rely on it when you're in a tight spot. The access code changes every other day. It also has your room key and a communicator." He turns to lead his new teammate throughout the Beacon, but he has a sudden realization and turned to Knightwing, "Wait... did you just walk all the way here?"

He catches the bag with both hands and turns it around, inspecting it curiously whilst simultaneously listening to Longshot. Putting his own rucksack on the pristine floor he kneels down and stuffs the little black bag into it, committing everything the archer had just told him to memory. He stands upright again, his tall frame matching Longshot's. He chuckled and nodded at the bow man's surprised question.

"It's good to take a li'el walk now and 'gain."

He's got everything in that bag.

@_Knightwing: "Through thee feet of snow?" he scoffed. Suddenly, Longshot let out a faint chuckle, "You'll fit in here just fine."

Cain sat down in front of the base looking depressed. He had a single bottle of Jameson Irish whiskey in hand. He sat holding his head in his other hand running his fingers through his hair. "So these are heroes eh?" Cain threw his bottle on the ground smashing it into many jagged pieces. "I'll never be like them." Cain said sighing. "I'll be dammed for eternity."He became saddened as he looked at the base thinking of the many sins he comitted. For sadly he was a lost cause. He picked up a single piece of the broken glass and began looking at , Carefully observing it. He slowly raised it and threw it with high power sending it crashing threw a small bird stabbing into it's head murdering it as it's surrounding fellows ran away from they're dead comrade.

(Reflecting on life? Randomly kill animals until it passes.)

@_Marco_Smith_ said:

(Reflecting on life? Randomly kill animals until it passes.)

LMMFAO

Where is errrbody?

@_Marco_Smith_ said:

(Reflecting on life? Randomly kill animals until it passes.)

(Just decided to write that to show how f*cked up Cain is.)

@_Marco_Smith_: ((Hello multi man. XP))

@ladydeath: (Hello female Frosty :P)

@.Longshot.: Who?....

Jacob walked into his room, gazing about the place, smiling at it's formal layout. He would have to warm the place up somewhat, for now it looked like a jail cell. He dropped his bag, letting it fall to the clear floor, soundlessly. He had been transported most of the way to this formidable Base of Operations by a SAS helicopter, Clue's connections coming through to aid the young and budding hero, Knightwing. It was quite ironic how the name of the team he had been offered to join was the Knights of Dawn. Fate, possibly?

"Well, time'll tell, won' it, Jakey boy?"

He smiled to himself and wondered if he would have to reveal his secret identity to the team.

@_Knightwing: (Jade. She was a villain that appeared in COD's last RPG. Basically, Longshot killed her parents when he was an assassin, and she trained for the day she would avenge them.)

(We only come out at dawn. Any other time you're screwed.)

@_Marco_Smith_: We have flashlights, ya know...

Marco looked around the ground floor of the Knight's new base. With it built specifically for the reason of housing a superhero team it was a significant step up from a run down building out in Boston. He stood there, not sure where to begin his exploration or what to do. If only he wasn't alone anymore.

@_Marco_Smith_: "You seem lost." Longshot called out from a dark corner of the ceiling, leaping down to face Ball and Chain.

Max appeared in the lounge. Checking he hadn't left anything behind in his teleportation spell, he jumped onto the sofa and waved a hand at the television, switching it on.

@Sorceror_Swift: Longshot exited the elevator and stepped onto the top floor lounge, where the team's newest member was watching TV. "Glad to see you're comfortable here." he said, just relieved to have someone who could teleport of their own power. Those personal teleporter consoles took a while to make, and they didn't come cheep. "I'm Longshot. Welcome to the team." said the archer, extending his hand to Swift.

"Not bad" Maya said before she even appeared. Finally she teleported right in front of Longshot himself.

@Maya Lopez:

@Maya Lopez: "Well..." Longshot murmured, surprised, "Did somebody invite you or am I gonna have to throw you out?"

@.Longshot.: Max shook the man's hand firmly. "Sorceror Swift." He replied.

@Sorceror_Swift: "Your room is downstairs. You can stay there when you're on watch duty, or stay here when you've got nowhere to go. The Beacon will always be a safe haven for the Knights." Suddenly, there was a high pitched ring from his communicator and he drew it to see what the problem was. "Sorry," he said, "Trouble in Berlin. Gotta go." With that, he turned and ran for the elevator, bidding Sorcerer Swift good day as he went.

@.Longshot.: Max nodded. "Need a hand?" He asked, and in case Longshot hadn't heard him, he used a spell to beam the spell straight to his mind.

@Sorceror_Swift: "Sure. Guess I could use some back up. Allons-y!"

@.Longshot.: "Sweet." The warlock disappeared for a moment, then appeared by Longshot. "Lead the way boss." Raising a hand, mana swirled around it, and a portal tore open before them. "Next stop, Berlin."

You have my sword!

Horus flapped his wings, flying bravely through treacherous winds and icy flecks of snow.Through the blurred white haze, even his incredible eyes could see nothing. However, the red glowing eyepiece stitched into his leather falconry hood, whose tassels flapped in the sharp breeze, guided his way. At last, he saw the sprawling white stone obelisk protruding from the snow. He soared with silent precision through an opening in the glass pyramid that sat atop the tower. The hawk floated in the center of the room, snow pouring in through the open window and letting out the heat of the roaring fire. Longshot stood there, arms crossed and watched with a proud smile as Horus dropped an arrow to the ground. "Not bad." he said. He took up his bow and aimed another arrow into the sky. "Fetch." he ordered, firing the arrow into the blur and Horus took off after it.

@Bloodstone: Longshot wandered in to the top floor where Bloodstone was sitting alone. It took him as a bit of a surprise that she was there. He had been caught in an explosion earlier that day and his ears were still ringing, so he didn't catch her heartbeat. He thought that, at least for the time being, he was alone at the Beacon. He had been walking around in a bathrobe, drying off his scarred chrome-dome. As he spotted her sitting there on the couch, he froze in his tracks. "Ooh... heeeeeyyyy..." Longshot said awkwardly, "Didn't know you'd be here. I'm just gonna... go... over here now." With that, he slinked off into the hallway, trying desperately to remember where he'd left his spare costume.

@Bloodstone: Longshot reentered the room wearing his usual pants, boots and gloves, as well as a black t-shirt and his mask. The mangled and unsightly skin of his arms was still visible, but knowing Bloodstone, she wouldn't mind. "Same here." he replied, "I got lobbed with a crowbar this morning and I'm waiting for the swelling to stop before I go back out. But enough about me, how's life beating you?"

@Y intercept:

@Y intercept:

@Y intercept: So... I'm the Bride in that scenario? O_o

Why don't we settle this in a less gif-centric arena?

This is team miss assassin.

And this team doesn't fight fair either. *Pulls out communicator*

@Y intercept: *Turns into a cloud of smoke when hit*

And now I know what I'm dealing with here.

*Grins*

*Helps Longshot up after appearing from the shadows*

You just attract the most interesting people don't you?

@Decoy Elite: I do seem to have that habit. Which is weird, because you're the one who's skill set revolves around being a target.

@.Longshot.: Heh, guess you're trying to take my job.

So, assassins huh? She one of your old ties, because I've never met her.

@Decoy Elite: Neither have I. Hrmm... Narrows eyes dramatically.