Black Thorn Halos' meeting - [ForumRoleplay]

Set In; Black Thorn Halos' base
Time; 23;53

Lunikah walked up to the massive iron gates of the Black Thorn Halos' base, shunting them open with his shoulder, his hands in his pockets. As he continued up towards the building, his black and red tassles flew back from his armpiece, something was in the wind, but he took no notice of it.

Moving onwards inside the grand hall of the forgotten building, that was their knew base of operations, he rammed his hand over one of the chair's backs, his palm moulding to form over it as he vaulted it clear, landing with a slight thud on the black grain, wooden chair. He sat there, awaiting the presence of one other, the generator humming in the background, as he sat there, eyes closed, with his jacket slung loosely on his slightly muscular build.

Misa flickers across the sky silently, approaching the entrence. She lowers her body to the floor, her cloaks flowing around in the icy winds her presence created. Her feet landing on the floor, yet unseen by the covering of her ripped cloaks.
She lifts her sleeve up slightly, the ice particles moving off, and onto the heavy door frame. She takes a step foward. Disipating her body into ice particles, then sending them foward, into the remaining gaps in the door. As she moves onto the other side, the ice particles form back in place, the spare ones taking their normal place....suspended around her body.
Misa looks up the dark hallway, looking to a door in the distance. She flickers out of sight. Suddenly, to appear infront of the door. Silently sliding her ghostly body into the large room. She lifts up, looking over to the muscular person sat on the chair. Her dark hood slightly lit up by a glow from a candle lit on the table. Misa approaches the man slowly...

''You're late Misa. '' Lunikah's voice echoed throughout the room, shattering the peaceful humming of the generator unit, which was starting to function a little slower, due to the cold produced by Misa.
''What took you so long? Did you trip over more rocks?'' he spoke in a stern voice, sighing a little after, ''Why are you even on this team?'' he muttered towards himself.

He slung his foot up on the table, the massive black boot clanging as the force hit onto the circular table, even the chairs shook a little,
''I take it you know the agenda, right? '' Lunikah questioned, glaring onwards at his blade, mounted the opposite side of the table, hung up on the wall, held back by chains, the weight being too heavy for a wooden cabinet. The white blade resembling a chainsaw, with the handle resembling that of a gun.

Misa raises her head slightly, while she walks over to the table.
"Oh, sorry i'm late, i was dealing with something...also, when did i trip over rocks before? My cloak got caught on one once before, But that wasn't my fault..."
Misa slides her sleeve along the smooth surface of the table, the slight sound of chains escaping them.
"We're both part of this team for the same reason, we are the elite force, against..the intruders... anyway, the agenda for today?"
She grips the top of the chair with her sleeve, pulling herself onto the chair, her cloaks flickering upwards, then softly sinking onto the floor around the chair.
She casually looks over to Lunikah, waiting for todays' agenda.

Lunikah moved his gaze from the sword, his expression going slightly dull, as he moved his focus on the table infront of him, the tassles sway from side to side in the gentle breeze coming throughout the old, dusty mansion.
'' Todays agenda IS the intruders. '' he said, with a stern tone in his voice, as he swung his leg onto the lower part of the table, the supports, looking onwards to the chair opposite.
'' So, the question is more, what are we going to do with them? '', he bounded out of his seat without warning, darting across the table, as sparks flew from the metal on his boots, clashing with the table. He lept up at the end of the table, swinging his grip on the giant blade, placing one foot to the wall, as he backflipped off from it, braking the chains as they scattered around him, causing bomb sounding blasts throughout the base. He glared on over to Misa,
'' So...? Your ideas? ''

Although unseen, a slight smirk appears on Misa's face. She raises her sleeve, resting her head on the top of it.
"Heh, why do you think i was so late? Lets just say a little overtime was the right phrase..They were last spotted around the island archives...again...haven't they learnt?"
Misa slides a thin chain out from her other sleeve. Knotting it with her fury.
"Your the boss, shall we take further action?"

Lunikah let out a small smirk, which developed into a 'under-the-breath' laugh, then, he burst out laughing, holding the 28st blade in one hand, his white hair flickering in the gust, as it increased, while he swung his hand down to his pocket, wiping a tear from his eye, he turned around, dragging the blade across the pre-marked table, towards his seat. He suddenly slugged his blade down into the seat, shattering it into thousands of splinters, he placed a foot onto the hilt of the blade, standing on it, as his new position/choice of seating.
'' Well... '', he paused, tilting his head to where the blade was originally strung, '' I'm sure... it'd be fun. '', a smug grin errupted onto his face, as the black markings on his face started to course into sight, slowly going down again. He moved his hands to his jacket, zipping it up to the top, where it covered his chin and mouth.

Slightly confused at his laughing, Misa slides her sleeve around to the back of her head. "Hmm, well, it was fun before...when we last attacked." A smirk returning to her hidden face.
"Ah, what fun...can we do that again? Or make it even more 'fun'?"
She slides the sleeve with the chain into her cloak. Then pulling out her chained scythe from her back and placing it against the table. The chain dropping down, sliding across the edge of the table. Misa ignoring the clash from the chains, its all normal to her. She slides her hand up the pole, repositioning it, then sliding her other sleeve onto the edge of the chair.
With her curiosity, her glance returns to Lunikah and his laughter...