Vindicate City RPG

[Sheridan Caesar]

Sheridan's motorcycle zoomed to where the museum was located. He stopped the cycle and looked over to it at the large crowd that were starting to make their way into the building. There were a couple of large search lights mounted along the sides of the large steps leading to the front entrance, light illuminating out to show all the people of Vindicate that there was a celebration to be noticed there. A large banner was even on the top of the building as well, celebrating the fact that The Golden Eyes had come to their museum of all places as well, and to top it all off, which pissed Sheridan off, there were a couple of Little Caesar's Pizza vans parked at the side of the building. Someone that worked at the museum must've thought it funny to have Little Caesar's at the ceremony, which just made Sheridan want to steal the priceless artifact even further.

Upon turning off his cycle's engine, he stepped off, his black, leather biker boots landing on the road with a loud thud as he did so. He took his helmet off and immediately pulled the hood back up quickly so no one would recognize his face in any way at all, even if he did still have the small black mask over his eyes the whole time. Sheridan slowly crept his way toward the museum as he had parked on the other side of the street. He knew he wouldn't be able to get inside dressed like he was. Sheridan Caesar would've been able to, but he wasn't there for a party and didn't feel like having to do a quick change just to get inside. Besides, he wanted to have a little fun.

He figured the best route to take would be to go in through a basement entrance. Seeing as how it was very likely that all of the guards would be too busy with the party itself, it was quite likely that they wouldn't be surveying anywhere below the museum's main floor. He would still have survalience cameras to worry about, but they'd never been a problem for him in the past, nor did he plan on making it a big deal now.

He quickly crept down the alley and moved toward the entrance to the basement level. So far, so good. There hadn't been any dangers or reasons to turn back, and that was what drew Sheridan to keep pushing forward even further. Soon he would be inside, and he would be another step closer to his prize.

[Brianna Contessa Consualla]

Brianna's high heels clicked as she moved. Her feet were in pain and she felt as if they were going to fall off from all the walking she had done. She would never figure out how women got so used to using these kinds of shoes. It was unbelievable for her in all actuality. However, she finally did arrive at the museum after nearly a half hour and trying to ask people for directions, most of the time getting very rude responses for her stupidity. She would then cause those people to have accidents afterwards as no one talked in vain to Brianna Contessa Consualla and got away with it.

There was a large crowd outside the museum and someone was up at the podium giving some speach about The Golden Eyes. Apparently they hadn't exactly arrived just yet and that was why no one was being let in for the celebration just yet. Brianna moved up to everyone else, blending in rather nicely in her civilian attire as she crossed her arms and pretended to actually listen to the speaker, but all the while looking around for signs of The Siren. All she saw was a motorcycle parked not too far away from the museum, but she gave it no mind as it could've been anyone's.

[Sheridan Caesar]

Sheridan moved toward the door and picked the lock as quickly and quietly as he could. He had gotten rather good at doing that it seemed. His skills at thievery rivaled many from history books, he felt. Though Sheridan hadn't stolen much, the things he had stole from different places of the world were priceless artifacts that no one had ever been able to trace him to before.

After a few moments, the lock was finally picked as the door opened easily. Amazingly enough, there wasn't an alarm system. "Piece of cake. This museum's obviously run by idiots." He walked into the door just as it was starting to drizzle and closed the door behind him.

[Zaine Zaia Riven]

Zaine arrived in the car outside the museum. The driver passed a plastic car between the seats to Zaine. It had her picture on it.

"Miss Riven, this will get you inside. You are here for security reasons so dont let your guard down. But dont look obvious. Here take this." The driver handed her a semi automatic. "I know your not fond of using your vampire instincts so this might come in handy."

"I never asked to become a vampire. I wish they'd stop telling everyone." She got out of the car and clipped the id on her breast pocket. She passed by a motorcycle next to the sidewalk.

She walked through the crowd to the front and waited for the person to stop talking so they could enter the museum.

[The Prince]

The prince arrived at the museum, just in time to notice a white-blonde haired girl walking from a car to the crowd.

"Thats her. That is the watcher. From what I sense, she hasnt accepted her vampire self; refusing to let it out. What do you think of her Kai?"

"She's a child sire. She may be worth torturing for a few hours but thats about it. I see no other value in her, or why we are bothering with her. She's weak and inferior to you, to us."

"My dear Kai, although i am enjoying your emotionless attitude, you must think deeper into the matter. With her on our side we can only grow stronger. We can teach her to be the best vampire possible, and if she is resistant i will help her through by manipulation."

The prince watched Zaine make her way to the front of the crowd.

[Scott Sullivan]

The teleporting finally came to a stop as they landed on the roof. Teleboy turned to look around as he released his hand from Karena's grip. "Alright, we're here... Or at least on the roof. You still alright? That was a long trip from where we were to here."

[Karena Feral]

After Teleboy let go of her hand, she immediately sat on the ground.

"Ill be fine. My head is just spinning thats all."

She peered over the edge of the roof from where she was sitting. there was a car escort heading in the direction of the museum and soon enough stopping in front.

"Hey, Teleboy, Over here, i think the main event has just arrived. She stood up and got a better look over the edge.

"Thats a big crowd. Im surprised theres not that many police here."

[Scott Sullivan]

"I'd say the museum curator didn't want to spend the money to hire some extra help," Teleboy stated as he walked over to where she was and looked down with her. "Looks like most of the people down there are the press. This thing is going to be broadcast all over the city. I better make sure that I'm not seen. I don't need any press." He moved away from the edge and over to the skylight to look inside the museum.

[Karena Feral]

Karena looked at Teleboy who had just walked over to get a look at the skylight.

"Why dont you like the media? I think you would make a good impression."

She kept looking at him.

"If you want i could help you with a new costume. tell me what you want and i could see what i could do. I dont mind. I can get almost anything. After all i am The Pirate Queen." Karena smiled slightly.

[Scott Sullivan]

Teleboy looked back to her. If he hadn't been wearing the mask, she would've saw that he had his eyebrow raised. "The Pirate Queen? Is that your code name like mine is Teleboy? What makes you The Pirate Queen? I didn't even know that pirates still existed, except for in the movies, that is. Anyway, I just don't want anyone trying to pry into the life of Teleboy and find out who I really am. People finding out that I'm so kind of freak really isn't a good thing." He sighed as he looked back to the skylight. "I'm not really even sure what kind of costume I'd want made... I'm not a very creative person."

[Karena Feral]

"Hmm. Yes i suppose it is. Pirating runs through my veins. Im a natural born navigator, although one could not tell from our conversation on the last roof. I used to go sailing with my grandfather and he told me stories of the sea... Im probably one of the last remaining, that is, who can actually call themselves a pirate."

She looked down into the skylight. "Hmm, security sucks in there too. It doesnt look good for the museum if someone tries to steal the golden eyes... As for your costume. A color would sufice and perhaps even a weapon if you want. I just need to know what type of clothing you like or feel comfortable in."

[Scott Sullivan]

"Well, since I'm mainly in red, I guess red should be the main color," Teleboy informed. "Besides that, I'm thinking that cotton is what I'd be comfortable in... But then again, spandex is the norm for heroes, and with a body like mine, I bet I'd make spandex look good." He laughed. "Anyway, as for a weapon, you ever heard of Gambit before? He's a character from the comics, X-Men actually. I wouldn't mind having a long stick like he uses. Could be cool."

[Karena Feral]

"Spandex eh?" Karena raised an eyebrow in thought as she looked at Teleboy. She quickly cleared her mind of that thought, realizing he could be reading her thoughts. "Red, spandex, cotton, staff. ill see what i can think up."

She looked over to the car escort and saw that people were getting out and one guy was holding something with a gold shine. "It looks as if the main exhibit has finally made an appearance."

[Scott Sullivan]

Teleboy picked up on the thoughts that The Pirate Queen was having and shivered, but before he could make comment on it, she had turned back to the road. "I've got a feeling this place is just gonna be a bore... I seriously doubt anyone's gonna take the time to steal something just cause it's gold or whatever."

[Karena Feral]

"Do you have any idea how much that thing is worth on the black market or in the underground for that matter. with what someone could get for that they could buy half the city and the police force. The Golden Eyes belonged to Julius Caesar himself. One of his priceless crown jewels."

Karena noticed Teleboy shiver slightly. "Hey my thoughts werent that bad."