Chapter 9: The God that Failed

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei plasters on his most charming smile.

"Did I say that?" He asks carefully, still smilnig his most friendly smile.

"I think you're mistaking. Maybe you just remember wrong."

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday shrugs, stretching and scratching the back of her neck a bit. "I could've sworn you did say something about selling antiques."

She ponders this for a moment. "Yes, you did, I remember asking you if it was as terribly boring as it sounded." Shes pretty sure that Alexei is hiding something, and shes really pretty curious about it.

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei looks at his phone, pretending to check for missed calls, then attempts to change the subject.

"I wonder if Maeve is up yet."

He glances at her cautiously. It wouldn't exactly be the end of the world if she figured out he was mafia, but it still wasn't exactly something he liked to go around sharing with people.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Obviously Alexei doesn't want to discuss his occupation at the moment, Tuesday wonders why, but decides that she'll drop the subject for now and pursue it later when they could speak in private.

She reaches into her purse and checks her phone, she has no missed calls. "She hasn't called me yet, has she called you?"

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei shakes his head slowly just as his phone begins to actually vibrate. He looks at the text message. Apparently there was a problem and he was the only guy in Helsinki who could handle it.

"Hey...looks like I have to be somewhere. It's pretty urgent. I'll meet you back at the hotel!"

He then rushes out.

[Akira 69]

The problem, as Alexei would find out later was that one of the gang hangouts was under heavy attack by... a single Creditor; or so everyone thought at the time. "Who said you could text big boy?" the pink haired android chuckled as he grabbed the man that had the phone out by the back of his shirt collar and threw him into a wall. Shots rang off from behind the bar counter, two men armed with manala pistols using the the bar as cover as they fired the inneffective energy at the android only for him to absorb it for more power.

Akira skipped over to where they were hiding and thrusted both of his arms straight through the bar itself where he took hold of them by the backs of their necks and raised them up; tearing through the bar in the process as he applied pressure to his grip. "Where is the money?" he barked commandingly as he continued to slowly squeeze the life out of the two men dangleling from his choke holds when another thug tried to be clever and club Akira on the back of the head; like that would do anything anyway. A section of Akira's back then suddenly opened up, revealing a spring loaded boxing glove that launched out and punched the would be attacker out cold. "Ha ha ha ha ha. You silly little men... Tell me where the money is or I shall skin you alive." Akira threatend his eyes glowing red with malice.

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei busted into the safehouse. It was a mafia checkpoint that was mostly looked after by local thugs. He could hear the shots coming off from a ways away and that was not good. He took out his pistol and ran in to see the shots slamming harmlessly into what looked like a....creditor android?

"What the fuck is this!? A creditor..?" He looked around for just one and thought hard about what he knew of creditors. He could tell the manala guns weren't hurting it.

"Stop firing, you morons!" Alexei screamed, and the thugs ceased fire. He flipped open his balisong, just in case. He most certainly dd not like the idea of getting into a close confrontation with a creditor, but it was obvious manala energy wasn't going to help.

"Who the hell are you?" He demanded.

[Akira 69]

Akira spun his head around to look at Alexei as he came barging in, spinning it all the way around once just to prove he was better cause he could do it before actually fixing Alexei with a mocking grin. His eyes fell apon the balisong and he couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the puny weapon. Applying more pressure to the grip he had on the mens' necks, he broke them with a sickening snap before letting them drop limply onto the ground. "You'll know where the money is won't you? Cause you're going to tell me where it is!" Akira commanded taking a step toward Alexei, pulling out a long, crimson red bladed sword which crackled with red electricity. "Mines bigger," Akira added suggestively to Alexei with an insane giggle as he lounged for Alexei, swinging the now charged sword at his upperbody.

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei's eyes widened and he dived away, definitely not planning on a fair fight, or one at all if he could personally remain out of the brawl.

He ran towards the few remaining mafia thugs, gesturing at his knife to tell them nonmanala weapons. Some responded appropriately, pulling out chains, lead pipes, and knives. Alexei found a baseball bat.

"What fucking money?" Alexei asked as he gestured for them to try to surround this insane creditor.

"Someone here owes a fucking debt? Why are there only one of you!?"

[Pyry Korpela]

(did not have to wait for me)
"Nice to meet you I was just admiring this work the father is my favorite subject as well" he turned a shook the mans hand before he walked upstairs where the two had come from. "so what were you two up to nothing sacrilegious or anything" he asked with a toothy grin raising one side of his like then the other like a shark might do when meeting his lunch if a shark could smile.

[Maeve Cullen]

Maeve had awoken a while ago, and was kind of relieved they had left early. She could take a bath and relax, which was a rare luxury. The bathroom at her tattoo parlor sucked. She drew a hot tub and stripped, slipping into the water and sighing happily. She stayed like that for a good while before she washed herself and emptied the tub. Deciding they'd probably be wondering about her, she got dressed and gave Tuesday a call.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday watches as Alexei flees again, and shrugs. "Be careful!" She calls after him. Leaning back in her chair she takes a sip of her drink and relaxes. She likes having some alone time every now and then.

Her phone rings in her hand, and she sees Maeve's number flash across the screen. "Good morning, sunshine! Have a good rest?"

[Akira 69]

Akira was alittle surprised that Alexei had dived out of the way, though he simply grinned and was at the same time pleased cause this would have been very boring otherwise. Akira merely continued to grin mockingly as he held his sword up with his arm held back and the tip of his sword's blade aiming at Alexei, another arm outstretched ready to counter an attack as he watched the thugs begin to encircle him. "I'm not interested in debt money... Where is the drug money?" Akira replied as two thugs on either side of him swung their weapons at him.

Akira bent the elbow of his free hand, making what looked like a gun barrel pop out of it and fired a single .44 slug right into the face of the thug on his right making his brain splatter out on the wall behind him as he fell over backwards from the shot. The other thug swung a pipe and with his sword, Akira sliced part of the pipe clean through leaving the thug with a now useless piece of metal. "Burn baby!" Akira cackled before turning at this thug and opening his mouth, shooting jet of flames from it for a few seconds and lighting the man ablaze.

The few thugs remaining were not so sure of themselves any more and hesitantly all charged him at once. Charging his sword, Akira spun his entire upper torso around swinging at all of them at once while sending a wave of red manala energy toward them at the same time to send them all back. "Is this the best you got? Amazing how the Manalists haven't wiped you all out yet!" Akira mocked looking triumphant and generally arrogant.

[gabriel]

Gabriel had managed to arrive at his apartment without any more incidents along the way. It seemed that he was safe for the time being and had actually gotten away with it. He panted as he made his way over to the old couch and slumped down on, placing the heavy tome on his lap while leaning back against the couch cushions. "That was fun wasn't it?" Voice giggled without a moment's hesitation. "If you like running like a marathon runner..." Gabriel mentally replied, also winded.

"Awwww, is the poor mortal tired?" Voice teased him. "I can burn this book myself you know..." Gabriel mentally growled with irritation. "If fire would actually work that is..." Voiced countered smugly. Gabriel didn't rightfully care at this point, he was merely looking forward to finding out what was so special about this book and why the Manalists and Voice wanted it so badly, but he was so tired he actually couldn't keep his eyes open and soon found himself yawning. He made a routine check of the door and windows to make sure they were locked tight, next hiding the book in a secret spot before he collapsed onto the couch again and fell asleep...

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei stood there and watched as all the thugs got slaughtered. He dropped the bat and ran deeper into the hide out. There must be something. He dug desperately through crates, looking for anything, any weapon.

Alexei had started to lose hope when he found the strangest thing...a harpoon gun. This was without a doubt the most ill equipped checkpoint in all of Eastern Europe!

Alexei kept from cursing out loud, instead he hid among a pile of crates containing weapons, drugs, and all other kinds of contraband the mafia moved to keep out of manalist hands. He stayed as quiet as he possibly good, controlling his breathing. Who the fuck was this guy?