He sits at a dining room area with the syndicate. He messaged the rest of Business bay about times they will be free than lined up times all of Business Bay will be free and now they are discussing the optimal time to hold the meeting without interfering with personal lives.
This is part of the reason he told Niki his identity. He needs someone to know his life to help with the chaos.
He's been playing black jack with Niki for most of the time as they both have a surprising amount of free time.
"I win." Niki says, as they show him double aces.
He looks at his pathetic hand before giving Niki his cards.
They bide whoever gets the least amount of cards has to show something they can do with their hybrid genetics or power that no one knows about.
He has decided on showing them how he's able to spray blood like spider-man if he loses which looks like a possibility with how his losing streak is going.
Siren has been rallying Niki on time to time.
With that he loses, again.
"I sear on Dreams missing horn!" He screeches, throwing his cards down.
"Dreams missing a horn!" Siren exclaims, getting whiplash from how fast they turned their head to look at him.
"Yah, why do you think 404 was so freaked out? Dream lost their horn in the fight today." He deadpans giving Siren a 'did you not know that' face.
"Hehhhh." Blade says looking at him.
"Yup, should of paid attention to your surroundings." He laughs, pulling a good hand.
He places his his cards and to his surprise he wins.
"About fucking time!" He cheers, taking Niki's cards.
"You seem a lot more like a child than I've been told you act like?" Captain acquirers, walking over to him.
"Yah, my doctor says I get a cold personally when under stress as a trauma response." He answers, fiddling with his cards.
"Oh hun, do you have a therapist?" Caption asks, cupping his mask were his cheek would be.
"Can't talk about it too normal people. I would probably be put in a asylum for being delusional." He answers with a colder tone, as he curls up on himself.
"Seems we're seeing the trauma response in real time." Blade says, placing as water by him.
"Nice try but I'm not far enough in my self-loathing to take off my mask." He says, twisting off a filter of his gas mask and drinking the water from the hole.
"You really thought of everything didn't you?" Angel compliments.
Does Angel think he made his own suit?
"Thank you for the compliment, but I didn't make the suit, my brother did." He explains, before going back to drinking his water.
"Must have a smart brother." Niki says knowing his brother is a mercenary.
They decided to have the meeting tonight.
They wanted to get things done fast and tonight matched everyone's schedule so- why not.
He's laying on the couch.
He got Niki to help explain how he is supposed to care for his wings.
Apparently he's suppose to to brush his hands through his wings and readjust his feathers and take out any dead ones?
That's fucking weird.
He sighs, sitting up.
Enough procrastinating, he needs to take care of his wings.
He brings one of his wings in front of himself, brushing a hand through his mess of feathers and some fall out.
Wow. They are worse than he thought.
They feel much nicer when they're corrected.
He looks at the pile of feathers and sighs.
That would look suspicious to throw away . He could use it for jewelry. It's one of the reasons song bird hybrids are so valuable on the black market after all.
He grabs one of the smaller feathers and holds it up to his ear.
Yes, he has pursings shush. It was so he could have a com that couldn't be snatched back when he worked with heroes.
That's not the point. The point is the feather would make a good earring.
He heads to his room grabbing a pear of scissors and cuts down the stem like thing on the feather. He then grabs a paper clip and carefully raps it around the stem of the feather that is left.
He goes to the mirror and pokes himself in the ear a few times before slipping the paper clip through.
It hangs on his ear for a bit before he takes it out and cuts away some metal and sands down the sharp parts with the wall.
He puts the earring back in and it looks much less like a 5-minute craft, but it could have more.
He goes down to the secret basement and raps some leather around the paper clip that is wrapped around the feather.
He thinks it looks really good. Maybe he should give it to Techno. The piglin would love it. He could just say it's a fake feather.
He hops on his motorbike, putting on the helmet before pulling on the helmet before pulling the gas and dives out of the garage.
He decided to learn up on piglins to not give the gift in an offensive way and found out giving gifts is a really important thing in piglin culture.
That information has made him decide on being a chaotic bean.
Of course there's the chance that Techno doesn't come today, but with the situation going on they'll most likely come to relieve some stress.
He gets to the cafe and parks in a alleyway next to a garbage can then walks in and switches with the afternoon barista.
He starts quickly cleaning the place till he hears the bell ring.
He twirls around to see Techno! Wilbur's there too.
"Hey Techno, hey Wilbur!" He cheers, putting down his cleaning supplies.
"You seem happy today, runt." Techno inquires.
"Yah, actually, I made you something!" He chimes, pulling out the ear ring.
He has learned hand made gifts for piglins a really good because it means the gifter spent time making something they think the other person will like.
Wilbur starts laughing their ass off as Techno is shel shocked at the gift.
"You know nothing about piglin culture do you?" Techno mutters, pulps expanded at the jester.
I mean, I decided to give it to you before learning how important this is, but I'm to stubborn to rethink my decision. That is what he wants to say.
"I only know the culture from watching you. Are gifts offensive? Sorry I can just-" He sputters before Techno takes the jewelry before letting out a purring sound.
"Oh I'm so telling Phil you purred over Tommy's gift." Wilbur laughs, pulling out their phone.
Techno doesn't seem to mind. Instead putting their head on his.
His vision goes a soft red. He can feel the tattoos squirm along his arms.
He thinks he can feel the steamy feeling of the horns from the castle dream and the tail twirling out to the open air.
He thinks he can hear a small gasp before the click of a camera.
He knows in the back of his mind he'll have to explain the horns and tail but he's to content in the moment to care about the future.
The soft red fades to a soft black which fades to the black castle.
He's back on the throne and this time two people walk through the castle doors just as confused as he was the first time he came here.
Is that Ranboo and Techno?
"Hello, Ranboo, Technoblade." He welcomes, standing up from the throne.
They both look at each other than at him.
"Who are you?" Ranboo asks, shaking a bit.
"I'm Theseus. Though some call me Dark. It's nice to meet you demigod of the end." He bows, giving Ranboo a soft smile from behind his mask.
"D-demigod?" Ranboo sputters.
Technos eyes widen and look at Ranboo.
"Oh, yes, you have a bad memory don't you? That seems to of not changed through out the years. Well, I should write that down in your memory book." He offers, reaching out his hand and suddenly the memory book is in his hand.
"If you only seem to need Ranboo than why am I here?" Techno asks, seeming irritated from being taken from cuddling his human body.
"Well, I will put it simply. Technoblade, the Blood god as you call her has a offer for you. See, the Blood god is also the god of murder and torture, but those things aren't always bloody not too mention blood means a lot more than pain, so they have made you a offer. After you die, will you be the new god of blood and war?" He offers, holding out a hand.
"Will I be able to see my shound?" Techno asks with a stern voice.
"Of course you can. They could even live with you after death as long as they get reborn on their normal basis." He answers.
Techno walks over and takes his hand.
"Deal." Techno states.
Ranboo has teleported over and is writing in their memory book before everything turns black.
He's aware he isn't waking up immediately after.
When he does he hears a rumbling purr and his head vibrates from from the sound. He can feel a hand petting his head.
"If his brother was a mercenary we would so be taking him home." He hears a voice squeal in a whisper.
He thinks their talking about him but his him mind is too cloudy to know if that is a bad or good thing.
"Why does that have to stop use?" He hears the person purring rumble.
"They got a book about a ancient religion in a week. Mind you there are burly any books about said religion and all of them are under high guard." The other person argues.
The arguing is annoying and is disturbing his mindless relaxation.
"Shush siren boy. I'm trying to sleep." He shushes, throwing a hand up to so he is indeed awake before putting it back down to try and go back to sleep.
His phone starts buzzing and he so wants to throw it at a wall.
He slept through his whole shift.
He opens his eyes groaning.
The other two seem to of realized as well as they are looking at their phones.
He gets up and yons.
He might as well use that one drink or pastry rule Niki has.
He goes and makes a black coffee.
He doesn't really care about the bitter taste as he drinks the coffee in one go.
Wilbur seems to of dragged Techno out as they are now gone.
He throws away the cup as he leaves.
He quickly gets on his motorbike and puts the helmet on before driving off.
He tries to not look at any of the happenings going on as he drives home.
He gets home and puts up the bike and helmet just like last time.
He walks inside and Purpled throws a protein bar at him.
"You aren't going to go meet the most wanted villain organization on a empty stomach." Purpled states before going back to playing with the dog.
He sighs, opening the protean bar and eats it as he goes and puts on his suit.
He puts a extra tracker on to put Purpled's mind more at ease.
He goes through taking out all his weapons, except for a suicide blade on his neck. One verbal command from a vital nerve.
Wish the tyrant amends.
That is the password. And that is what he plans to say when L'manburg is safe.
Though he he never told Purpled that when he asked for the device.
He hopes he'll find another reason if the time comes. Though it's highly unlikely. Whether that be that the day never comes or his own thoughts are lest to the tides of time.
He snaps himself out of his thoughts of the deadly device he wears and looks at the time.
He can get there a bit early. Plus, he may need to stop some crimes along the way.
He jumps out of the window, running in a different direction than normal.
They are meeting at a abandoned warehouse that the syndicate used to call base so it's in a different district.
He runs and runs. Hopping onto some buildings and repeating the process.
The streets are strangely quiet but he brushes it off as everyone exhausted after the major event of the day.
Even he is exhausted and he is use to exerting high amounts of energy.
He sighs as he gets close to the warehouse district.
He starts to look at the warehouse numbers till he finds the one needs to get to.
He goes in front of the door than opens it and sees the syndicate.
He is the first member of Business Bay here. It makes sense as he is technically the boss as he's the most trusted deal with matters.
"Welcome Blood, come take a seat." Angel welcomes, gesturing to the unoccupied seats.
"There any safety things I have to go through before the meeting?" He asks wanting to know what he signed himself up for.
"We would say take off all your weapons be it seems you have done that. Though as extra precaution for your powers we would like you to put on a blind fold and/or handcuffs." Puffy says, taking a rule straight from the hero tower.
"Wow Captain, you have such new rules." He mocks, grabbing a thing of hand cuffs and taking off the visor of his mask to put on the blind fold.
The voices seem to not like the lack of knowledge as he suddenly sees in the third person.
He walks to the end of the table without anyone and sits down.
He gets a questioning sound from Siren at him walking just fine while blind folded.
"You think Blade's the only one cursed with needy spirits in their head?" He barks at Siren which seems to shut his trap.
"Sorry I'm late, had to put Michael to bed. Did I miss anything?" He hears Ranboo ask.
"Yes." He answers, watching Ender fly up like a cat.