GC vs D Tribe: The Lost One Rises (Started/Still Open)

Kaul Ngoro | His office, Dark Tribe

I sat in my big black chair, my back to the room, intensely watching a large TV screen with live footage of the simulation room. The girls I had recruited were snowboarding down it, trying to outrun an avalanche I had triggered accidentally with this stupid remote. But hey, it worked. Creole had skipped this particular exercise. I'd speak to him later.

"Intruder! Intruder! Master, there is an intruder!" Vladimir shreiked, although only I could hear his words.

Another voice spoke, one I knew well. "Yes, I know I'm intruding, but what's the point in having fun when it's hard to come by at this day and age?" He had guessed Vladimir's message correctly.

"Master! Aren't you going to do anything about the intruder?" Vlad squeaked, "He does show up at the strangest times, that Pharaoh. Why doesn't he go make a nuisance of himself somewhere else?"

The Dark Pharaoh chuckled a bit. "That's right. I do have a habit of coming and going at the oddest times, but it's a gift." Perhaps the Pharaoh, being a spirit himself, understood Vladimir more than I had previously thought. "I have my master, you have yours. It's all the same thing, either way. Besides, I'm not in here to cause your master any trouble. More like to have a conversation. As the saying goes, I want to have a little heart-to-heart chat with him." The Dark Pharaoh chuckled, and the bat squawked indignantly.

"Hush, Vladimir," I said, stroking the bat's small body as I turned around. "Greetings, little brother," I said with a smile. "It's been a while. What have you been up to all these years?"

Dark Pharaoh | Dark Tribe - Kaul's office

I sighed. I should've guessed. The Tribe's leader was non other than Kaul Ngoro, my own brother. Our rivalry went back before the prophecy of the Lost One ever began. We were always getting each other in a heap for reasons unknown. Kaul took most of the blame while I got away with some of my mischief. Even now, I was the same old maverick I used to be. "Hello, yourself, brother. I've been wandering aroud the earth for four thousand years. It's boring spending that long without a host and even after causing mischief from time to time. Got trapped in a jar for five hundred years, then broke out afterwards. Nearly five hundred more years wandering the earth took a toll on me, so I found myself a host for the first time since I died in battle. One of your men took my life that day, if memory serves. Jammed my own sword through my chest and left me to a slow and painful death. Have you had no remorse for the loss of our father or your only sibling?"
Vladimir shrieked several times.
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, that's right. I know your master and I have a history together, but that's between him and me. He's my older brother and only sibling. He and I have a more personal history together, so don't bother asking personal questions or else I'm chasing you around this very room and leaving this place a mess that your master and his henchfolk will have to clean up." I chuckled darkly. Typical of me to say that. If there was one thing I always got away with, it's making a mess. I decided to check on my host after this conversation with my brother. If my host winds up dead, I'm forced to search for another host. I didn't want that to happen. I just couldn't allow it.

Kaul Ngoro | Dark Tribe - His office

The Dark Pharaoh stood in my office, completely uninvited. But I was happy enough to see my little brother after all these years. "Hello, yourself, brother," he said. "I've been wandering aroud the earth for four thousand years. It's boring spending that long without a host and even after causing mischief from time to time. Got trapped in a jar for five hundred years, then broke out afterwards. Nearly five hundred more years wandering the earth took a toll on me, so I found myself a host for the first time since I died in battle. One of your men took my life that day, if memory serves. Jammed my own sword through my chest and left me to a slow and painful death. Have you had no remorse for the loss of our father or your only sibling?"

"What?" Vladimir squeaked in surprise. "You two are brothers? That means the Light Pharaoh's your brother too. Goodness, Master, you would think that's something you'd tell me. Maybe you can enlighten me, Dark Pharaoh. What else is my Master not telling me?"

"Yes, that's right," said my brother. "I know your master and I have a history together, but that's between him and me. He's my older brother and only sibling. He and I have a more personal history together, so don't bother asking personal questions or else I'm chasing you around this very room and leaving this place a mess that your master and his henchfolk will have to clean up."

Vladimir clammed up and fluttered up to my shoulder. "Now, now, little brother," I smiled. "No need to scare innocent bats. Of course I have remorse for our father. But that was five thousand years ago! And with your light counterpart still bothering me every couple decades, and now you as well, I really can't say that I mourn for you."

I glanced over my shoulder at the TV. The girls had left the simulation room while my back was turned. I was going to have to round them all up again, now. I still had to chat with Creole about skipping today's exercise, I reminded myself. I stood up. "Well, brother, I don't know if you realize, but running an organization bent on world domination takes quite a bit of effort. Please show yourself out." I strode out of the office and down the hall.

Dark Pharaoh | Kaul's Office - Dark Tribe

I waited until he was out of the room. Once he and Vladimir were gone, I grinned childishly. Big Brother should've figured out that I can't be trusted in his room all by myself. I chuckled. "You just never learn, do you, brother? You leave me in your territory all alone and I go off with a big bang. Shouldn't you have known better after five thousand years?" Kaul and I were just two devils ever since I could walk. From what our mother once told me, my first steps landed on Kaul's last good nerve. If he ever had any back then. Without even a second thought, I trashed the whole room as a tiger. After I was done, I went off as a human spirit to check on my host.
As far as I could remember about the prophecy, the Lost One was a supposed descendant of mine and host of the dark half of the second Council's king. Whether Kaul knew it or not, my original body's death was the beginning of the prophecy. While my light half jumped from host to host throughout my side of the royal family, I was condemned to wander the earth alone. While the prophecy's first half was already complete upon my death, the second half was the one half that Kaul didn't hear of. Because my host was called the Lost One or the Deciding Member, the fate of the world depended on which side my host wanted to take. If my host joins the Dark Tribe, then the world is done for. Side with the Golden Council and the world will be spared of evil. Which side my host will take will determine the fate of the world.
I found myself in the sanctuary of my host's mind. I was relieved that I wasn't without a host at the moment. I had worn myself out with the childish mischeif I played on Kaul, so I decided to get some rest. As I began to take a while to recharge my spent energy, I smiled in my sleep. Kaul should've known that I, as his only sibling, don't ever listen to him. He could rant and rave all he wanted, but I would never listen to him either way. It was a given as a younger sibling.

I am very sorry for taking so long. my mom was out of town, then my car broke down and then my baby cousin was admitted to the hospital.

Sandra- During the avalanche

I sped down the mountain with the girsl, Astrid, and Kyana, with the snow behind us. I watched Miss Kyana her best with his dagger to stop the snow but i could see that she was in desperate need of help.
How amusing.
I couldn't help but chuckle, seeing someone so desperate and trying so hard just to live. I digress though. My life was in danger as well and I could obviously not depend upon her for a rescue. I allowed myself to slow down and let the others pass me by. With two hands, i dug my sword into the ground and after 40 or so feet, created a large chasm in the mountain. Th avalanche flowed into the trench as the three of us sped away to the finish line. When we stopped, the other two looked at me in shock, "Well, I feel we have practiced enough for today wouldn't you both agree?"

Creole Shepard

"Oh my god, Creole!" Kyana shreiked.

"Um...hi," I said nervously.

"Please tell me you've got shorts on under there."

"Of course."

"Yeah, sure," she said dimissively. "Whatever. I came here to give you a message. Kaul wants to see you in his office- immediately."

"Alright."

She looked at me for a long moment. "Well are you coming?"

"Yeah...you go ahead, I'll catch up."

She sighed and tossed me my towel. "I knew you were lying."

She stormed out of the room. I crawled out of the pool and quickly dried myself- jerking on my jeans and shirt as I stumbled out the door. I hurried down the hall- Kyana was standing outside Kaul's office, staring through the open door bewilderedly.

I ran to her side. "What's the- - oh my gosh! What-what happened he-" I stopped short as I noticed Kaul standing on the other side of Kyana.

"Dark Pharaoh," Kaul sneered. "What do you think happened? Now clean it up."

He turned on his heel and stormed away.

Kyana "Amon" Bell

"Grey, I'm going to kill you. Again and send you to whatever afterlife there are for dead ghosts." I said in my head.

I waited for Kaul to turned the corner before I opened my mouth. I knew Kaul be halfway down the hall by now even tho he'd just slammed the door on us so we would clean up when he should have done it himself.

"Well, shit." I said.

We began cleaning it was mainly in quiet so I had an idea for the most part on how to neutralize Astrid and Sandra if I really wanted. I haven't seen much of Creole so I have hardly an idea of how he attacks someone, I knew my enemies and my allies but I kept to myself for the most part only trusting one person. Once the place was finished we waited for Kaul to come back showing we finished up, I cracked my knuckles while I waited. I wondered if Sandra was up for a boxing match? Maybe Creole so I could see if he knew how to fight properly or not.

Destiny Cross

I allowed a few seconds of silence to go by and the news of them going on a mission sink in for them, my thoughts return to Kaul for that in which I knew I would have to soon face in battle. I looked down as news came in, but nothing that was of immediate importance at the moment. But now the task was at hand to deliver the mission to the three that stood before me.

"Your task four warriors, is to seek out and recruit the Lost One to our cause. With the recruitment of the Lost One, horrible disasters can and will be averted. With the Lost One safely with us, we can slowly and surely dismantle the Dark Tribe and its followers. Those who choose to follow the Dark Tribe, are sworn enemies of the Golden Council, and must be dealt with post haste." I said looking down at more news that came in.

As I talked, I seemed emotionless but trusting. I may the leader of the Golden Council but that still required professionalism, very few times could ever let this rouse end. And soon I would have to choose a new husband as the eight other wise men ask I do before I ever face Kaul in combat, I suppose for the Light Pharaoh to have a new host and to have him carry the Golden Leader subconsciousness into the newborn as it did me with my father, I moved on hitting a few digital buttons on my desk to pull up Kaul's profile and his chosen warriors to find and destroy the Lost One. Soon five digital panels appeared and each one had a picture of a different person, the top one was Kaul. The second Kyana "Amon" Bell, the third Sandra Darkend, and the fourth Creole Henson. And finally the fifth Astrid Sutherland, I remembered the last name of the fifth one, Sutherland. I remember her father was exacuted cause he was getting far to close to the truth of what was really going on in the world. It was best that mortals who weren't born to the Golden Council or Dark Tribe know about there existence.

"The four below Kaul, are your enemies in this mission. Kyana "Amon" Bell is possibly the most dangerous of the four due to her anger and ability with weapons. But she is not the designated leader due to her multi personality disorder, I believe it is best to have her as your first target because she is this dangerous. The next is Sandra Darkend might be the designated leader due to her proficiency in battle, and no known mental or physical disorders. She has the power to get into other peoples minds, only with there permission, do not listen to her words do not say a word to her. The next member is Creole Henson, he seems to be the least threatening in actual combat. But he has a strange power in which he can attack the mind of his chosen target in battle, not much in known how he attacks or how he acquired this power but nonetheless can become a dangerous foe if given the chance to be, and the fourth and final is Astrid Sutherland. The other possible leader of the Dark Tribe search party, she uses the Arrows of Lust for long range combat and uses daggers for Melee range combat. She has the power to read thoughts and tell what your about to do before you do it." I said as I pressed the buttons.

"It'll all be included in a detailed report of there history and known weaknesses, take this with you and make sure each member brushes up on these files." I said pressing a button.

The five panels all condense into a paper thin, magically enchanted analysis, my clone that I had made during my briefing stepped out of the shadows and gave the analysis to Synthia Fell. She gladly accepts it as my clone takes a few steps back from her.I channel the rest of my thoughts though the clone as I finished up.

"I deem Synthia Fell leader of this group, during this mission she will help you other two track down the Lost One. And do not forget, this is a team effort and must be done as a team." I finished my clone disappearing after the last word.

Creole Henson

The door slammed.

"Well, shit," Kyana said, as she looked at the mess.

"That about sums it up," I agreed.

She glanced at me irritably, and started cleaning- I did too. We cleaned in near silence- me brooding over being caught- vowing never to try something as stupid as skinny dipping again.

Finally the room was clean- I glanced at Kyana when I heard her crack her knuckles. I looked at her suspiciously, and saw her looking at me-sizing me up.

If you weren't a girl, I'd tell you to bring it on.

I narrowed my eyes challengingly.

Synthia Fell|Council Chambers

She let a moment pass as it sunk in. I'm leader? Me? Wait a minute, clearly someone with more experience in the feild would be better... I suppose I could... try. I can always appoint someone else if the need arizes. For now, I believe we have been dismissed. She turned and strode out of the room, going straight to her own to pack. Along the way, Falden swam around her in a tight circle, trying to get her to relax. He had a hard time of it, but he did manage to chip away at the stone of nervousness in her gut.

From historian to leader of an adveture... she though as she grabbed a backpack. First thing's first, can't go anywhere without money, she thinks, packing some extra change. Water a food can save a life, she thought, packing that. A good guide knows the area, she thinks, packing an atlas. You never know when you'll need some rope, her brain adds, packing that. Then she shuffles through a few of her history books and spell tomes. It had been fascinating, learning she could actually control ice. Falden, of corse, had wondered why it suprised her. She simply said, "Magic was not something I was brought up to believe in." She also packed a notebook and a couple pencils, incase she needed to remember something, and filled the rest with different kinds of clothes. Light hiking stuff, pants, that sort of thing. When she was finished, she had trouble closing the bag, but she managed it. She slung it over her shoulder and said good bye to her rooms. She hoped it wouldn't be the last time. Then she exited her room and wondered what to do next.

Landon & Soul in room

We enter our room, and frowned after our mission briefing. The Lost One. I sighed, and Pulled out my portable refrigerator, one that didn't need electricity to run, from under my bed, and put my food inside it. I looked at Soul and he nodded. I opened the door, and put our food into the fridge.

Focusing on the earth beneath us, I opened a pit big enough for it, and gently placed the fridge in it, and recovered it back with earth. Now our food could travel with us, and stay cool.

I pulled some rope from my closet, some spare clothes, some basic camping gear, and my Spear. I smiled at it, and sat it by me. Soul nodded, and I slung the bag on my back, and picked up my spear, and went on to find the others, ready for this mission.

Jame "MacGyver" Moon | Golden Council - His room

I packed up some spellbooks in my backpack and donned my modern attire. Now that I knew what I was up against, I was ready as I'll ever be. I had my spells and my Swiss Army knife at hand along with the Scepter to mantain the ruse. I sighed. "This is it. Time to make my ancestors proud of me."
Mordoc perched on my shoulder. "And your grandparents, Master. Your grandparents would surely be proud of you for going this far in your life."
I stroked his feathers. "Indeed. They would be proud." I went out to join the others. The search for the Lost One was on and I didn't want to miss out on it.

Dark Pharaoh | Dark Tribe - Spirit Room

I sensed anger from my host and knew why. I've made such a mess that my host might have to clean up. In any normal sense, I would've caused more trouble than I already did to Kaul, but my host was no exception. From the eve of birth to now, I was bound to my host and remained so. My host was my Pharaoh, my Master, and my Owner. In short, whatever my host told me was nothing more than absolute law. Like an obediant slave to a strict master, I must obey the command of my host at all cost. Unlike what I've done to Kaul.
As far as history told of me and Kaul, we were more at each other's necks when it came the day our father died. Traditionally, the firstborn male was supposed to be the king's successor, but Father chose me because he thought of me as some kind of angel. Even Kaul knew I was anything but an angel. I took the throne and Kaul was more at my neck than I was at his. It was no secret that I had to kick Kaul out of the palace while I had the throne and was the Second Council leader. If Father knew Kaul and I were very demonic in our youth, he would've found someone else in the royal family to be his successor. I had no doubt in my half amnesiac mind that Kaul was very mad that I was chosen as our father's successor instead of Kaul as tradition was. Even now, I often wondered if he was still hellbent on taking the throne that I was given when I was alive and whole in spirit.
I dragged myself out of bed. My host's anger made me restless, but at least I regained some energy. I stayed with my host to see if any danger had come around. So far, there was no danger. At least, not at the moment.

Kaul Ngoro | Dark Tribe - His office

I marched Sandra and Astrid to my office, where Kyana and Creole had just finished cleaning. "Sit," I instruced them.

I stood in front of my desk, my eyes slowly scanning each of their faces before I continued. "I'm sure you'd all like to know why I brought you here. Well, perhaps you should ask Creole." He looked guilty. I stared him down, making him squirm uncomfortably. "As I'm sure you noticed, Creole skipped off our training exercise this morning." I held my hands behind my back and paced back and forth across the room. "This behaviour is completely irresponsible and will not be tolerated. Remember: you can be replaced."

I stopped by the window, picking up an empty glass and examining it carefully. "But that's not why I called you in here. I have a mission for you." I sat at my desk and laced my fingers on top of it. "Can anyone tell me what the Greater Goal of the Dark Tribe is?" They stared at me blankly, all knowing but none wanting to speak up. "Nobody? Come on, it's in your job description! Sandra, perhaps you can tell the rest of these incompetents what the Greater Goal is."

"The Greater Goal of the Dark Tribe is world domination, through any and all means necessary," she quoted mechanically.

"Thank you, Sandra," I said. "You all know, of course, that our biggest obstacle is the Golden Council. Recently, it has come to my attention that there is a certain person known as the Lost One who, if the Golden Council gets their hands on him, will make them unstoppable, and the Greater Goal will never be realized. Your mission is to find him and bring him to me."

I paused for a moment to let it sink through their thick skulls. "But... how?" asked Creole. "Who is this Lost One, anyway?"

I explained the story of the Light Pharaoh, the Dark Pharaoh, and I, and the spell binding us all. Then, I sent them on their way.

Spoiler

Post attempt two

Synthia Fell | Golden Council Facilities

I looked left and right, wondering what to do next. I narrowed it down to two options; find the group, or gather intelligence. While I wanted to gather intelligence, I knew that that intelligence would be worth more if I found the group. Falden reiterrated her thoughts, "We can do two things right now, look for intel-"

"Thank you Falden, I think you've been reading my thoughts a little to much," she says, not unkindly. The fish blushed, and she said, "I think we should gather up our group members." We turned and started for a room.

I quickly became lost; I never really explored the council building because I was to busy studying. Falden laughed at me, saying, "Leader of an expidition, and you get lost before the expidition even starts!" he says between gasps.

I flushed angrily, "I am not lost! I am wandering; I know exactly where we are." I looked both ways, seeing nothing.

"Ya, sure. Where are we then?"

I gave him a look and turned around, seeing a door open. James MacGyver stepped out, and I recognized him. He'd been the one directly insulted by the elder. Her eyes narrowed at the thought of that elder; she hoped his death would be swift, but not too swift. She walked quickly to him. "Hey, you ready?" she asked him.

Spoiler

Dawn, James' nickname is spelled as one word. Pay attention next time.

James "MacGyver" Moon | Golden Council - The Halls with Synthia

I turned around and saw Synthia. Judging by her expression, I could tell she must've gotten lost. "I've been ready. Just waiting on your orders. After all, you're the leader of the troupe."
Mordoc cawed, "Some leader. She's three years younger than you and rarely knows her way around the place. I thought the fish had told her the ropes of this place."
I glared at Mordoc. "Behave yourself, ya big bird brain. You never taught me the ropes until I was nineteen years old." I looked at Synthia. "Mordoc's mad at your fish spirit for not showing you around the place." I gave her a map. "I made it myself during my stay here. Before you ask if I need it more than you do, I don't need it. I memorized it, that way I won't get lost." I gave way to her. "You were just leading me and Mordoc to the others?"
Synthia tread on with me on her heels. "Just out of curiousity, why are you called MacGyver?"
I chuckled. "My grandparents called me that since I was twelve. I made an alarm system out of pots and pans one day and it ended up helping alert my grandfather into stopping a cattle theif three days later. I was given my father's Swiss Army knife afterwards as a reward."

Synthia Fell | GC Halls

She nodded, noting the fact. She looked at her map and glared at Falden. The look said it all; Instead of laughing at me, why WEREN'T you helping me? He gave a guilty look, and swam ahead, making her sigh. She looked at her map, which was also labeled. She wondered briefly weather his bird had told him all the rooms, or if he'd stalked them all. She shook her head at the thought; It was not a good way to bond a team. It was time to look for a Landon Jackson.

After a little while of the bird glaring at her, she said, "The bird doesn't like me. He looks like he'd pick me off as fresh-kill if you'd let him. He's a... falcon right?" She shivered as a vivid vision of a bird picking off a fish came through her head. "Victory to those who see," she mumbles, continuing to walk. Eventually Falden came back and swam circles around her, which made her roll her eyes.