The Alien, the Queen of Flames, and the Glass Eye walk into a bar... (closed)

The Alien, the Queen of Flames, and the Glass Eye walk into a bar.

It sounds like the beginning of a bad joke. It's also incorrect.

The Alien was already in the bar, in a human disguise. His tech implants put upon the form of a 30 year old Indian man in a black suit sat and waited. He had reserved a table for them. It was a blues bar, but a rather classy one, at least Nightkill's own opinion. Perhaps it was the fact the blues guys were playing "Soul Man" that convinced him. Nightkill was a sucker for old music.

He had sent out an invitation for two little-known superhumans. Both these women had potential, and they seemed to be ruthless and sadistic. From their reputations, anyway. Reputations could be wrong, as Nightkill was aware. Many people thought he was a mindless beast interested only in death. This was a terrible slander, but one he accepted.

In any case, the ruthless quality would be useful. The sadism was one he disapproved of, but could also be useful. Their powers were also rather useful.

He glanced at his watch. He had set the meeting for 6:30 PM. It was 6:32 PM. He waved a waitress over, and ordered a simple Coke. He tried to avoid alcohol nowadays. The waitress delivered his Coke, and then went back to the counter, using her pocket mirror to fix her hair.

Nightkill glanced at the door, waiting for his guests.

Anyone looking to keep a meeting within a Blue's bar in this day and age wanted to make sure no one knew about it. Navigating through the interspace between mirrors gave her some insight into the community around this place. Deplorable. The world through her mirror could not exist in such a distorted way that it held any salvation for these people. No matter, she left this world long ago, and now existed only as a mirror image of it. This world that she examined as a voyeurist held no morality for her.

Gazing into a small mirror mounted against a series of floating surfaces around her, a woman fixed her hair. Her made up face failed to hide the lines around her eyes from the long nights from a girl whom made herself a fixture of discovering the flaws in others. While entertaining herself with this young woman, Lucy became less amused and more angered. Her hand grabbed onto the placid reality and her gaze shot through. Lucy took the girl's image and forced herself out of the mirror.

Before she acted on this, she starred out at the woman. The lapse in the mirror image made the woman shake the mirror, as though the problem with her appearance somehow came from the mirror and not from her. Lucy gazed back in anger; she left the window pane and moved to another. An empty door into an empty world. She came back to the world in her own form, no borrowed faces or names, but this anonymity may do her more good.

The low light of the bar kept Lucy in the shadows of the club. Playing "Soul Man" in a blue's bar made Lucy long for her mirror world without these things. She stopped to gaze at the band; she felt a complacency coming over herself with the string of murders and bombings she perpetrated in the last few months, but suddenly her urge to kill came back. That helped her in clarity; she needed something to keep her tethered to this world that she felt isolated from. If hatred brought her back so be it.

Lucy caught the end of a conversation between a red headed girl speaking to an Indian man. Lucy walked over to the table and pulled out a seat. Her bag of goodies held the things she used to torment others for so many strings of events, but what she needed was a simple mirror that she always kept with her. She set the mirror upon the table while the red head asked if the other man was the man she needed to talk to.

Got what I got the hard way
And I'll make it better each and every day
So honey, don't you fret
Cause you ain't seen nothing yet.

The band continued playing Soul Man in the background, and Nightkill glanced over with a smile. Nightkill saw a woman walk over, a red-haired one. Shortly after that, another woman walked over to him, and sat down, setting a mirror on the table.

They fit the descriptions. Well, the redhead did. The other one was a shapeshifter, so Nightkill was unsure on that. He nodded to them. "Blaze and Lucy Billows, I presume?" he asked. After neither objected, Nightkill nodded again. "I am Nightkill, and we have arranged this meeting to discuss the Harbingers program. Your involvement in the Harbingers will be beneficial for us all." he said.

"Before I continue on, do you have questions?" he asked. He glanced at the two women in front of him. Both powerful and useful women, and they could be incredible allies...or enemies. Nightkill would much prefer the former. No point in having even more enemies.

"The Harbingers wish to fix the world's problems. In order to do so, we must first govern it. The steps to getting to this governing process will require us to handle many oppositions, especially some of the 'heroes', as they like to call themselves. You will be paid the substantial salary of 700,000 United States Dollars, several times larger than what the average United States citizen makes. You will be required to do what I request of you, ranging from a diplomatic mission to assassinations, to theft, to helping me fight off hundreds of monsters. The tasks we will have to do for our goal are varied, and dangerous. This is why I have called for you two, as I need people who are capable and willing to get the job done." Nightkill said.

Listen
I was brought up on a side street
I learned how to love before I could eat
I was educated at goodstock
When I start lovin' I just can't stop

I'm a soul man
I'm a soul man

The band played. Nightkill briefly smiled at them again. "I like the blues. They bring back memories. Glad to see they survive even today."

"I hate this song. It reminds me of things. I hate." Lucy berated the would-be benefactor of his attempt at communication. She tilted the mirror to reflect the face of the fiery haired girl towards herself. After a few moments of glimpsing into the mirror images gaping mouth, Lucy placed her hands over her ear. She wished to study the facial muscles of the two speakers. Learning those intricate differences and similarities between the two now acted as the only thing that kept Lucy interested in the world. She completely blocked out the words spoken by the older man and the younger woman, the body language accompanying the two, the facial enunciations, and the even the way the lips held the air while the other spoke.

"Okay I'll join." Her hands never left her ears, but she knew that the opening for her time came. The intervals between their conversations and the subtle breaks looks in their faces told her no one would be occupying the conversation. "But don't tell anyone you know me, and don't bug me with phone calls. And I don't like people, so don't make do stuff with them." Lucy lifted the mirror and held it the palm of her hand. She placed the face of the mirror to reflect the two other members at the table.

The song faded out, ending. Nightkill glanced at the strange actions of Lucy Brillows, and then nodded to them both, standing up. "Very well then." he said, handing them both cell phones. "I will not constantly pepper you with calls, but I need a way to contact you when needed." he said, still observing Lucy's strange actions. Bizarre, but it made sense. The woman was observing their actions, and not listening to their words. It made some sense, since she lived in mirrors, and gave the alien some insight into the woman's mind.

"Goodbye then." he said, walking out.

(End topic.)