Furry-Within

(State your character's current status. As well as what their reaction to hearing about either side gathering together. Please note that I don't want too many neutral characters. But neutral characters can pick a side. And are able to switch. But be warned, others that find out your characters double agent status may not like that very much. >:3 )

Boring. That is what the world seemed to be these days.

The good guys, as always, had defeated the bad guys. The bad guys, as always, lost and tried again. But more recently the good guys have been winning with better results, the bad guys falling back and hiding, getting captured and imprisoned, or even getting killed.

Mob bosses were doing their best to be legit. Super Villains would abandon the world domination for a zen garden. Harbingers of death would simply be stopped right in there tracks with little to no loss of life.

Things were boring. And it sucked for anyone in the middle when either side didn't want them, or couldn't pay them enough. But, some well connected people would hear about someone deep underground calling for 'volunteers'. It wasn't new to hear such a thing, but the scale of it was what was surprising to many. Someone was asking for help, and well connected people would find out that people were answering back and searching for whoever sent out the invitation. Some rather big heavy hitters would be answering too.

Perhaps it wouldn't be boring for much longer.   

Balance.....the whole world had a balance. Good versus evil. Light versus Dark. Black and white written in the streets, the people, the whole damned world. The concept was simple enough. The execution? Never an easy thing. For all the good people in this world there had to be an equal. Light, Good and White? They cannot exist without the Dark, Black, and the Evil. Still...there were those who didn't conform. Didn't fit into either side. Those people....they stood alone. There had to be a balance. And for that balance? There had to be those to maintain it. Sometimes it meant one had to see the world from a different perspective. One that wasn't as easy as black or white, but rather shades of grey. These select few were rare. There were no real sides to be taken. No...just people that had to be kept in line.

12:00 am Downtown.

A lone figure shoots through the nearly empty city streets. Clad in black upon a steed of steel. The motorcycle, a Honda CBR 1000RR Fire blade, races along the blacktop nearly blending right in on a moonless, cloudy night. Only the bright headlamps and the roar of the engine echoing off the buildings break the darkness. It's rider? Barely visible though distinctive atop the bike. Lithe and small. Female for certain. On the handle bars of the bike is a small GPS unit. Dutifully chirping and calling out directions. Leading the rider to a destination given to her by an unknown benefactor. Tires squeal and the engine revs to a high pitch as the rider leans the bike and drifts into a sharp right turn. The directions on the GPS leading her deeper and deeper into an industrial area. Seemed fitting. Throttled up the bike once again finds grip and shoots forward. This area seems deserted for the night. No cops to be seen. Mostly like hanging out the bars. Waiting for the drunks to hit the streets and become easy prey. All the better to do business without interference. GPS leads to a warehouse. A large one near the center of the industrial district. She stops the bike in front of a man door at the front of the building. Area is minimally lit and a scan of the area shows no guards nor onlookers about. Engine off she gracefully dismounts and gives another quick look around to be sure. Removing her helmet reveals striking crimson colored hair, matching eyes and very distinct panda like markings. Nostrils flare. Whole damned area reeks of rusted metals and industrial chemicals. Setting the helmet down on the bike seat she approaches the man door and quietly heads inside.

((Kept it short and sweet since I didn't have much to go on. A warehouse seemed appropriate so apologies if I toll too many liberties))

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