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[Abandoned Subway:]

http://untappedcities.com/wp-content/...
Black Market trade often happens here.

Dante held a stand up in the last subway, a few other pyrokinetics conversing elsewhere in the subway. He sighed softly. Dante was the best inventor in the Pyrolands, and people would usually be flocking his stands, but it was rather early in the morning. He was wearing his goggles to hide the dark circles under his eyes, and as usual, he was wearing blue coat, stopping right at his knees.

Daemon had been up all night, scouring the walls for a shot down infected to try and smuggle into the city limits. After no success, and nearly getting himself shot down, he went down to the subway tunnels, which he used to go throughout the city and keep out of sight. He was exhausted, white dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black leather gloves on his hands. He wore jeans and combat boots, along with a black vest, but otherwise didn't look like he quite fit in with the black market area, considering he was wearing swank clothes and looked like he should be sipping champagne rather than trying to avoid the guards. As he passed by, he paused at one stand in particular, noticing a part that he'd been scrounging around for for a while with no success. He slipped forward, and picked it up, studying it with a furrowed brow to make sure it was the exact thing he'd been looking for before glancing to Dante. "Where'd you find this?"

Dante looked up carefully. His eyes scanning the swanky looking man. Attractive. Hm. He stopped the fire that was spewing out of his tampered with gas tank. "Industrial District. I get paid to do this kind of stuff." he murmured, biting his lip and beginning to push a screw into a small hole on top of the trinket he was making. He gazed up, "You're a rather fancy looking fellow, what are you doing down here? In the black market?" he mutter monotonously.

Daemon chuckled softly, lifting his gaze from the piece to Dante instead. The Industrial District. Of course. "Even wealth can't get you everything in this day and age, I'm afraid." He mused. "And to be honest, vendors in the black market are more honest and dependable than any swank dealer." He studied him curiously, tilting his head oh so slightly and pushing his welding goggles higher up on his head. "What're you working on there?" He couldn't help but notice that the other was rather attractive and unscarred for a black market smuggler, which was odd considering the dangerous line of their work.

He glanced up at him for only a second before averting his attention down to the trinket he had been tampering with, "It was an egg timer at one point, but I messed with the main gears and now it attracts any infected nearby by using both sound and incredibly bright red flashing lights. And once I'm done adding a few pockets into the input slot, I should be able to put a gas in. But I'm no chemist. Some of the traders around here have gasses that will leave an infected unconscious for a certain amount of time. But it's pretty dangerous to humans... so... I figured making a sort of mine bomb might help things run smoothly." he replied.

He quirked an eyebrow. Attracts infected, eh? Sounds just like something he needed. He nodded, furrowing his brows in concentration. "Makes sense. So, how much for this?" he murmured, nodding back to the part in his hands, though know the cogs in his mind were working. If infected could be subdued by certain sound and light, then that was exactly what he needed to line up for his next big project. He brushed his bangs out of his eyes and tensed, glancing back over his shoulder. He stayed that way for several minutes, before looking back to him. "Sorry but we need to make this quick."

He blinked faintly, "Quick? This takes some serious time. You can sit back in my subway car if you're hiding from some of the crappy guards. They rarely come down here. And they owe me anyways, if they find you I'll tell them to kiss my ass" he said, twisting a gear and setting it inside the device.

<< You know, they'd make an interesting couple. >>

((Ikr xP hella cute too))

He furrowed his brows and shook his head slightly. "I meant this." He murmured, raising the part up for the other to see better, but again tensed. "I'll actually have to take you up on the offer. Where's this subway car of yours?" He murmured softly, glancing over his shoulder uneasily and twisting the part around in his hands.

He pointed to the open subway car behind him, "That one" he said simply. It was directly behind him, the door wide open. "Don't jack any of my stuff please. I have some computers set up there, as well as a few cameras. You should be able to see most of the public places..." he muttered as he screwed the device closed, "And you can keep that crappy thing" he mumbled.

<< I wouldn't mind it. This is the subway car http://architecture-view.com/wp-conte... >>

He nodded, stuffing the piece into his pocket and trotting into the car. "Thanks. I owe ya one." He murmured softly, glancing back once to see the guards coming around the turn before slipping into the car and ducking out of sight, rolling himself under the bed just encase they decided to stick their head in and take a quick look around.

((same ^.^))

Dante glared at them as they ran by, sighing. He wished he knew something about chemistry... maybe he could make the gas himself... He wiped some sweat off of his forehead, staring down at the mechanical robotic looking device in his hand.

<< If you want to, I'm ok with that. >>

((I am so ok with that like yes plz thank you very much xP))

Daemon waited until the sounds of bootsteps had faded to silence, climbing out from his hiding spot and distastefully dusting himself off as he came out. "Thank you for that uh...what's your name?" He murmured, pausing in the doorway to study him from behind for, you know, scientific purposes.

<< For you know, *scientific purposes* XD >>

He didn't bother glancing back, "Just call me Dante. My real name is a pain in the ass" he mumbled.

(( >.< he's a huge dork on the inside))

He smiled slightly and nodded. "Dante it is. I'm Daemon, by the way." He murmured, finally forcing him to walk around and face the other. "So what kinda gas you gonna use to knock out the infected?"

"I have no idea" he murmured, his eyebrows furrowing faintly, "I'll probably have to look around and pay an assload for a small portion of a knock out syrum" he mumbled.

He leaned on the counter and smiled. "I have a proposition for you. I have the money and the supplies to help you build this bomb thing, but in return, I want to have a few for my own use as well."

He glanced at him, sighing softly. He himself originated from a royal family.. and if his parents weren't both dead, then maybe it'd be apparent. But no. Not really now. That, and he was probably wealthier than this guy. But he sucked at shopping, and economics was not his strong suit. He bit his lip, "Fine." he muttered, holding a hand out to shake one of Daemon's.

He smiled slightly and grasped his hand, shaking it firmly. "Then let's get a move on. There's no time to waste." He murmured softly, releasing his hand and immediately headed out, not glancing back to see if he was following or not.

He blinked, his eyes glowing as he used telekinesis to move every piece of scrap into the subway car, shutting it and locking it before following after him.

Daemon was headed back the way he'd come, humming softly to himself, with his hands in his pockets. This was the quickest way back home.

He folded his arms, "Where are we going?" he suddenly asked.

"To my home...why do you ask?" He frowned, glancing back towards him.

He shrugged, "Just asking" he replied coldly, glancing away.

He furrowed his brows, frowning. "...okay"

<< You can make his house btw >>

((Oh yay! thanks I'll do that :) ))

Alek sat on the top of a train, smoking, he was tired of fighting all day, making a deal with the devil is hard work

Alek heard the bickering and hopped down to see the two walking, one of them was obviously getting annoyed

"Hey! You two infected?" Alek asked in his gruff voice, he was clearly no boy. He claws glimmered in the darkness

((Bitten)) "Hey! What're you doin down here? It's dangerous for kids!" Alek yelled, his metal claws going back up his sleeves

"And I don't want to fight, I was chilling. What'd you take me for? A bandit!?" Alek asked loudly. Some rustling sounds were heard behind him. "Walkers." Alek hushed

"Heh, nope. But I got a fuckton of luck on my side." Alek said elongating his claws

"Well, you can run, and I can hold em back, or you can help me take them out." Alek proposed

Alek began to heat up his claws, they could withstand the heat, and could slice through just about anything

Alek quickly dashed at the infected, he sliced him at the torso, no sweat

"The name's Alek." He said slicing through another

"Nice to meet you." Alek said. A large thumping was heard

"Worse... Barbanders." Alek whispered

"You're brother's an idiot." Alek told Isaac said running after him

Alek found Keegan fighting the Barbander. "Hey! Idiot!" He said getting Keegan attention

Alek dashed at the metal freak and clawed through his helmet, showing its disfigured face and throwing his claws into the head of the thing

Alek stepped off the brute and said "Well, that's that." He walked over to Keegan and hit him over the head "Fuckin idiot."

<>

((Yup))

Alek began to pilfer the metal Barbander

Alek found some money and yelled "Hey! You need some cash?"

"Like I said, I got a lot of luck, I won blackjack yesterday and won a few thousand." Alek shrugged

"He's right, the only way I win is because I sold my soul to the devil." He said, non-chalantly

"Yup, I beat an entire fighting ring, won thousands, and got laid." Alek said