It had been awhile since Seth had been in the states. The last time he had been in the 'big apple' had been before he had gone off to college at the age of 17. He had made use of his father's previous business associates' connections and had been accepted to university ahead of schedule due to his test scores and his...knowledge of the field he wished to study, that is the Occult Arts.

And So now, here he stood, remembering facing the familiar glimmering golden gates of the building that fascinated him as a boy...the Sanctuary. His eyes had beheld greater sights before, he had been to cathedrals in Rome and all over Europe...but this building had a different splendor about it. Something that seemed to speak to Seth, sort of like the Romantic Era poetics described as "Darkly Beautiful".

He remembered running his hands along the grooves of the doors, an inner voice had called him here...and if his inner self told him to go, he obeyed. Something big was happening, he knew this much for when he arrived into the states he saw the abhorred Mutant Registration Act. Then the rumors of camps started up, and they drove him over the edge. The cries of thousands reached his soul and made him cry out in anguish, they cried for their suffering, they cried for the injustice....and they cried for Vengeance. He was the one for the job, he had the blessing of Horus after all.

He shook his head as his rational voice regained favor Vengeance is all well and good, but first thing's first...lodging. he thought as he allowed himself to be shaken out of his reverie for his plans for the future...just in time to notice the odd and out of place hummer that was near by. Seth curiously went up to inspect it.

"what keeps you out late and in this neighborhood?"

Seth would have been startled this late, but he had figured that such a new car in this neighborhood would have had one owner or at least guardian, and he had a hunch that this person wouldn't be alone....it wouldn't make sense in a neighborhood like this at this hour. In fact no Sane person would be out and alone at this hour...but luckily for Seth...he didn't count himself among the sane.

"Out and about." he said casually not showing any fear, after all...Seth was Chosen...and he had nothing to fear from someone who appeared to be a common demon, or any other of the horrid abominations that Seth was so used to interacting with on a personal basis. "But I could ask you the same thing." Seth said as he pulled his hand out of his trench coat revealing one of his tattoo's on his shoulder, the kanji for 'Hate' as a subtle warning to the new guy as a warning.

"Whom might you be?" Seth asked warily, his fingers twitching eagerly as his eyes scanned over this new arrival. He smirked as if he could tell there could be some altercation with this thing. But he doesn't know my eyes. he thought as his bright eerie green eyes ran over the hulking muscles and the abnormal appearance.

He felt the power of the gods at his fingertips, their sight at his eyes, and he was their avenger. Should this thing wish to oppose him, he would meet the same fate as anyone else who had tried...at the Halls of Amenti, being weighed against the feather of Ma'at.

"I noticed you were looking at the golden doors, I don't recall your face, from staying there but the sanctuary has been temporarily closed, due to our lovely government. If you were looking for a place to stay, we have temporary digs elsewhere."

Seth was surprised, he had suspected this hulking brute had company...but he hadn't expected a clone. Normally this would scare sane people, luckily Seth was far from sane and this merely intrigued him. His eyes scanned both of them and for awhile he couldn't decide which was the original and which was the clone...until it hit him...they could both be clones.

"I never stayed there but my father and I used to make considerable donations to it back about 10 years ago." he said softly "And this damn government has taken all the progress...and smashed it....destroyed it...and put it in camps." he said ruefully.

"Luckily I still have his major fortune...and I plan on rebuilding what my father started....after these camps are taken care of." he said more to himself than to the clones.

"By the way" he looked up "Where is the original?" he asked raising an eyebrow. "I think that you're my ticket into the group that frequents this place...and to accomplish what I have in mind...I'll need considerable support from...people such as us....with unique talents." he said shifting comfortably.

His gaze turned deathly serious "Now please...." his tone grew grave "Take me to whomever is in charge."

“ if you made donations, then I suspect you would know the name and alias of who you donated to.” Jupiter asked calmly.

Seth's patience was getting thin, but he could deal with these...things...as long as he got to end the tyranny that was taking place within the USA. "My father's donations went to one Dorian King, otherwise known as Oppressor." he said softly, his memory flawless of how he used to sit and spy on his father's business dealings.

Mercury looked at the man with curiosity,” the original what?” Was he psychic? If so shouldn’t who know the answer already? “and before we go signing on to work for you, and more so tell you who we work for,, I have one question my self, why should we?

Seth's eyes rolled over the 'men' if thats what they were, taking in their attributes...and their abilities. Most of the time he had to see them use their abilities but these seemed to always be using it...or their mutation was one of the rare that was always active. His iris' swirled for a moment as he made direct eye contact with Mercury.

Suddenly his body changed, his skin turned red, his muscles bulged and his clothes ripped to shreds...except his pants. He grew a tail and a demoniac like face "Perhaps you will be more inclined to speak to me on your level." he said smirking as much as he could with his new face and ignoring the frivolous question that Mercury had posed. His eyes were still their vibrant and wild Green color.

"You won't be working for me, in fact I'd be submitting and offering my financial backing to the current leader of the organization that frequents out of here. I want these camps gone, and I want this pathetic human government gone too. We should rule, the worthy, the strong...the Chosen. This leader will have more experience than I in leading and so I will submit myself, my powers and my assets to them so that we might accomplish a common goal." he said softly. "Please...take me to them."

(OOC: Ok, sounds good. Let's keep this thread running until Syn is ready to post in it. I've still got more for Seth to do.)

" ah, I see you belong with us anyhow, but I am afraid we must stay here. at least for the night, we however can arrange for someone to pick you up, sorry to make you prove yourself but i can't just send whoever professes they are with us, without at least seeing that they are of kind, to my leader."

Seth nodded understandingly, his muscles faded and his skin tone changed back to the normal shade. He opened his sling bag that he had been carrying and took out new clothes, changing as he spoke. "Very well, then I will get to speak with them soon." he said softly. "If we are in need of a place to stay, I can acquire a place and I have enough funds to ensure our presence is not noticed by the law."

As he finished changing he stretched a little as if the physical effects of copying his powers had not fully worn off yet "How do you move around with a body like that?" he asked as he massaged his sore muscles. He then proceeded to warm up be doing some back flips and some basic agility drills to limber himself back up to normal speed and agility. "And judging by what I managed to glean from my ability, you interact with the Void....a subject that I studied intensely at University." he said softly.

He bowed to the hulking brutes and said "My name is Dr. Nick Garsha, you may call me Seth." he said clearly and distinctly, the hint of an aristocrat on his speech.

"we have a place that is safe from the law, with no money required, a troublesome associate that brings as much trouble as benefit to the table if you ask me. if our leader can't come then they will send someone in their place to take you to her. be wary of what they tell you for they will be under the 'ally's' sway more than our own."

Seth nodded "I will be, my trust is hard to earn." he said determined. "Whom is this 'ally'?" he asked, moving his long black hair out of his face.

" you glean much with your ability, I can see you are sure to proove useful, if not dangerous. The void, our void is something that I doubt you would have studied specifically, we have heard talk of something a lot like it that is unaccessible to us....it is more a private void of our own....I think."

Seth smirked "Sir, I do assert that while you may have experienced it, it is the same Void." He always loved to speak of metaphysics, it was his passion. Though with a quick memory scan, he could tell his lecture that he was prepared to give would be largely lost on this hulking brute. So he stored it in, for the creator of these clones. For after they introduced themselves he was sure they were clones, and from the reference to the body in the 3rd person.

"So now where is the original out of all you?" he asked softly having gathered all the information from his senses and his ability when he copied it. "Will I meet him when I meet this so called Ally?" he asked walking in circles, pacing.

"This void of yours must be a part of it that you are alone familiar with, as no one has actually been to the Void...but it is possible to have a seemingly personal realm there...assuming you are the only one who can go there....and that those who also can...merely don't or are preoccupied elsewhere. I'd love to go there and examine it...compare the theoretical and the physical." he mumbled to himself lost in scholarly thought. "But that would take much work and much copying of your ability....that is time I do not have right now....mental note...file under Subject Abyss." He said naming it after what he called the Void.

"one hunter antiskew," Pluto announced from inside the hummer apparently randomly awake, " he spied on us before he took us on in a treaty, his group is strong and resourceful, but likely as much of an enemy as a friend in the long run, everyone from his side is either in a group called Kabal, or employed by him. he has humans work for him if that answers enough of who he is."

Seth sneered "So he is using us as his pawns now? Perhaps his downfall will be on our agenda." he said contemptuously at one who would employ humans in his personal service. Sure they were nessecarry for life to go on, and they worked for his oil companies...they made Seth money...but to have them in his personal group made Seth have a personal distaste for this Hunter. "That suffices, thank you Pluto." he said as he turned to the others.

" perhaps, though unless you have studied us before or studied studies on us, then I am afraid you are uninformed of which you speak. as far as the original, i assure there is no extra novelty to him then there would be to us. " and you may meet him sooner or later, is there a particular need to seeing him? and no he isn't with hunter." ah but we were born in the void and frequent it more than I like, i do think there is some confusion, here, if others enter it, it is because we allow it. we could perhaps at a later time introduce you to it. but that will come with time particularly if it is merely recreational."

Seth waved down Mercury "Do not mistake my ramblings, I am merely talking to myself to see if myself agrees with myself. Its pure theory old boy, do not take it as if I am speaking like I know it. We scholars have a habit of theorizing about what we cannot interact with." he said softly admitting one of his weaknesses/past times.

" what do you know of Abyss?"

Seth smirked at the new found hatred within the creature known as Jupiter. "Calm yourself, wrathful one of the heavens. Stay your lightning bolt and your smiting hand...and perhaps one day you will know what I do of Subject Abyss. We all have our secrets." he smirked and a glimmer in his eyes suggested he knew exactly what upset Jupiter.

"I'll tell you what, when we have a laboratory setting...if I may study you...then I will tell you...all of you...what the Abyss is and what the purpose and outcome of Subject Abyss was." he said as he took several steps pacing as if trying to put pieces together. Suddenly he produced a notepad and pencil from his bag. He circled Jupiter making casual sketches that seemed extremely realistic, with minor notes...that were in Egyptian Hieroglyphs so that only the good doctor could read.

"Hold still, while we wait for our gracious leader, I will take this time to start my preliminary examination,"

Seth smiled on the inside, he had found the jerking strings of this particular Chosen...the first step in making sure that he was kept honest. "I have not worked with humans." Seth said in a tone that indicated huge offense "I would never work with lesser beings! My scientific integrity is insulted." he said as his face contorted in rage.

His muscles started to bulge and his iris' began to swirl, and for a moment it seemed as if he would transform again...but he closed his vibrant green eyes and through a series of breaths, and chants he was able to calm himself slackening his muscles. "Though your words insult me, I understand that your clones are not in their right mind all the time...so....it is forgiven for now." he said softly

"As for subject abyss....that is a subject for a more secure location." he shrugged and sighed.

He walked off for a moment carrying his head in both of his hands as if steadying himself. "Don't think on it, the abyss, the projects, the needles, the darkness, the chanting, the energy...the evil...stop...stop....STOP!" he screamed to himself as he fell to his knees. His sanity cracking beneath the surface as his hands crackled with lightning, memories flooded his head. It was quite clear that he would rampage soon if he could not be calmed.
"DAMNABLE HUMANS!!!!" He screamed ferally.

Seth nodded, pulling on his depths of mental strength to bury his insanity once more. He stood slowly and said in a cold, ruthless, and evil voice "Lead me where you will."

He often got like this after his fits of insanity and instability...overly calculating, overly ruthless, and with almost a palpable sense of evil about him. Seth himself had no clue where it came from but all he knew was that in times like these...he loved it...and took comfort in it.

He took Jupiter's hand to steady himself as he raised himself off the pavement, then let go and wobbled around a little. "I need a drink." he muttered to himself as he pulled out a flask from inside his coat and took a swig of the burning liquid inside of it.

"Lets go."

A voice answered Jupiter's cell phone call. It was the voice the clone was hoping to hear. Syn wasn't sure why she was being called but she would always answer calls from those in her group. "What is it?"

The word of a new recruit interested Syn as always. The mention of finacial backing was a plus as well even though they were still being backed by Dorian. The mention of the new person having powers comparable to DeathStar made Syn wonder what exactly he could do. Deathstar could drain your life force as well as take on another mutant's powers for a time. This was getting more interesting by the minute. "I'll meet with him. Where are you now?"

Seth walked along side Jupiter, he tried his best not to eavesdrop on his conversation...but the tiny bits he did hear perked his curiosity. Evidently he had abilities to someone who went by the alias DS. Seth's eyes almost lit up, it was perfect, he had never seen anyone with an ability like his...and he silently wondered what would happen if he copied that ability. He found himself being led into a room, he assumed whomever was on the line with Jupiter would come to see him. In the meantime...he didn't know what else to do.

Who is at the top of this organization and how strong is it....we will need numbers...and the dissolution of the camps...I wonder where the notorious X-men come into play. He had heard of their....less than legal...treatment of mutants and how they were recently almost taken out by the government. Idealistic fools....that'll show them.... His steely gaze fixed onto nothingness

And I should hope this organization has the Mental Strength needed to do what must be done.

Luckily for Syn she was already in the city when she recieved the call from Jupiter. She had dressed with a black hoody that had a red skull sewn onto the left side. Syn kept the hood up over her head to cover her uniquely colored hair. She also had on a pair of baggy black pants with red straps hanging from the waist on both sides and red converse shoes.

While the conversation regarding the new potential member was carrying on the evil girl was making her way to Sanctuary. Having convinced a limo driver that she was a model for Hot Topic he gladly drove her to the back side of Sanctuary. The place were the models could enter without being harassed by the general public, or so he was led to believe.

Making her way to where Jupiter said they were Syn looked over her beloved Sanctuary. It was a mess but not badly damaged. Some remodeling was going to be needed but otherwise it didn't look all that bad.

when she found the clones and the new person she stood quietly in the doorway. She wanted to see if she could gain a little bit of insight on this new guy. Would he think she was some punk kid who wandered into the wrong place, or would he hold his tongue? If Jupiter looked to Syn the girl quickly placed her finger over her lips in a gesture for him and the other clones to not say anything about who she was.

Seth had been eying the various states of destruction that the building that was so obviously dear to the hulking brutes when he heard footsteps behind him. He could have written them off as one of the clones but there was something light, something lithe and graceful about these steps...those adjectives never coming close to describing anything close to the clones. Slowly the good doctor turned around, his bright green eyes were greeted with the sight of a pleasant looking teenager.

"Excuse me, miss" Seth said as he approached her, lightly pushing one of the clones out of his way. "You wouldn't happen to be staying here?" he asked, she looked like she might have run away from home or was just using this spot for a hangout...all teens had their getaways no matter how strange. "Or perhaps know anyone else who would be?" he asked as he looked around the building for signs of recent activity, finding none.

Seth walked directly up to the young girl and bowed slightly, kissing her hand lightly "My name is Dr. Nick Garsha" he rose to his full height and asked "And who might I have the pleasure of meeting this fine night?"
His chilling green gaze met her eyes head on, he suspected something was up...but he was not going to over play his hand. His gaze shifted momentarily as if shooting Jupiter a 'do you know this person?' glance.

The clones were doing their job of not letting on to who the girl was and Syn was happy they were in a playful sort of mood. Otherwise her little game wouldn't be as much fun now that the man had oddly decided to kiss her hand as he introduced himself. The man named Dr. Nick Garsha was a little strange. It wasn't quite the reaction Syn was expecting. Who in their right mind walks up to a girl and kisses her hand? Especially a girl dressed the way she was.

The game wasn't over though. Nick had asked a few questions and he was going to get some answers. "Yes, I used to live here but then people and machines came and now no one is here anymore." One question down. Now to twist things up a little.

Syn yanked her hand back the moment the man's lips left her skin. Her emerald eyes meeting his with a glare. "Do I look like some sort of princess to you?" She didn't move but she thought she saw one of the clones holding back a giggle of laugh back behind Nick. "Before I say anything else why don't you tell me more about yourself Nick. Why are you here?"