It could've been fate that brought the one known as The Demon, Kasuna Hatake, to one of the biggest companies in terms of security clientele in Japan. He was there just to escort an important CEO to a meeting in greater Tokyo. He cracked his neck as he stood in front of his sleek car. He fixed his suit, something he didn't want to wear but was told he needed to. He didn't know what to expect, maybe a stuck up old Japanese dude stuck in his ways, but all he knew was he didn't want to really do this.

He looked up at the massive building as the sun beat down on him, cursing the Japanese summer. He surveyed the whole scene making sure everything was safe. He had a feeling that if he was being put to be an escort, something was up. His eyes were peeled, as were his ears. He heard something about the CEO was on their way down and straightened himself again.

“Oh really?” In the shadow of the lantern, Ayako could only see its outline, but realized that it must be a female. Normally she let everyone do what they thought was right, but the stranger had followed her. At least she had the feeling that she was being followed on her way home.

If you had told Jaclyn James that she would be brought to the 50s by SHIELD to take down a bunch of witches she would have asked if you had been dropped on your head. It didn’t help that somewhere in that scenario you would have to add she would be injected with a super soldier syndrome, which she thought was just bullshit created to give mystique to Steve Rogers. Yet, here she was in a 50s town that looked like a lot of the cutout cities in the bad sitcoms her mother would watch when she was growing up. 

Beside her stood her partner in this whole mission, Jordan Knight, a vampire already almost 60 years old but didn’t look a day over 20. Both were dressed up in black leather skinsuits with Jordan’s being more like a burglar catsuit with padding, and Jaclyn’s being almost the same, just without sleeves. The autumn weather felt nice against them as the breeze blew through. 

“Are you sure they’re going to be doing something?” Jaclyn asked for what had to be the fiftieth time in the span of two minutes. Or at least that’s how Jordan felt anyway. 

Jordan sighed and shook her head. “They had been seen around her a few days ago so I would assume so,” She explained. “They were asking a lot of questions, probably doing some scouting.” 

There was a rough storm in Gotham that was currently the only thing keeping Esme any company tonight. The other patrons of her club had left not long before the rain started. It was Classical Music night and she had hired a wonderful set of a pianist, who had to get going before the rain started as well. A clarinet player, and the only one left in the club, her very kind violinist.

If Esme was being biased, she enjoyed the piece the violinist put on the most of the others. She was a bit quiet, kept to herself mostly, and Esme could understand that. She was the same way, after all. Just as Esme was starting to put things away behind the bar the electricity had gone out in the club when a particularly booming clap of thunder and a sharp jolt of lightning had lit up the sky. She gasped in surprise at first, holding her chest for just a moment and trying to find a light source.

@brimfire-and-hellstone​  “I’m scared.”  

Alice’s curiosity came over her, as well as her concern. She always found herself helping others, even when she has nothing to gain. At times it was annoying but it made her feel productive. Not to mention easing burdens was satisfying.

“What are you afraid of?”

Charles had gotten wind of Magneto and his men going after a new set of politicians who were looking to pass a Mutant Act and sent out members of the X Men to stop his actions; chief among them, Codename The Demon, Kasuna Hatake. He was hoping to come across a certain mutant in this.

He had his own rival among them, a one Snow Leopard, Dulcie Black. He had made it his personal mission to antagonize and fight her. But there was also an underlying feeling of respect for her as well. She met him blow for blow.