Their is one thing in this world that Arthur hates to fight the most. Cultist. Especially ones which followed Dormammu. It sickened Arthur to see how quickly people started praising their oppressors thinking they could find some kind of favour with the Dark God. Ever since the battle of New York their seemed to be an increase of these kinds of cults doing all kinds of things trying to get power. Of course Arthur tried his best to find these cults and take them down, but the main problem with cults was that they're difficult to find when small, but when they're big their easy to find, but more difficult to track down. Especially since the leaders will have gotten some favours from Dormammu already meaning fighting magicians with raw uncontrollable powers, which were more of a nuisance then a problem, but they could defiantly do some serious damage.

Arthur standing on the rooftop next to a high end residential building. Of course these people used to stay in basements or abandoned warehouses, but the stronger the more fancier places they would stay. In this case they somehow acquired the top three floors and penthouse of this building. Which was how Arthur tracked them. Several people being kicked out of their homes so willingly for almost nothing was difficult to stay unnoticed. Of course some finesse was to be used for such delicate operations. Arthur was getting ready, sharpening his sword with the whetstone, repeating the battle plan to himself.

"Enter through the open window, knock everyone out silently, move upwards and take care of all the leaders any means neccesary." He mumbled to himself. Once he sharpened his sword enough he took his shield and a black bot out of his satchel and tied the shield around his left hand and but the box in his back pocket and started an incantation. "With evildoers who come this way, and the evil they might do this day, I must show the what is right, by becoming the powerful Knight!" He said to himself as an illusionary armour and helmet covered him head to toe and his identity was completely hidden. Of course the armour didn't mean he wouldn't get hurt it was more for show then for anything. "To be able to reach newer heights, I ask for the gift of flight" He said finally flying towards the only open window.

He carefully opened the window a bit more allowing Arthur to enter the dark room. Of course he couldn't see anything, but the snoring he heard in the corner meant he had to be quite. Slowly running his hand along the wall trying to find the door. Everything was going well until he accidentally stepped on something squishy and the shrieking of a cat in pain and the person on the bed woke up swiftly turned on a desk lamp and saw Arthur. Arthur charged trying to knock him out with his shield, but before he could the man shouted "Intruder!" Arthur knocked him back with his shield hard enough to knock a few teeth out and knocking the man out cold.

"Wonderful, their goes the plan." He said to himself as someone opened the door and lunged at him with dagger in the mans hand and lunged himself at Arthur. This was easy for Arthur to deflect and swung his sword opening a gash in the mans hand. Arthur grabbed the man by the neck and looked him in the eyes. "While you have a wound so deep, I think I need to go to sleep" Arthur said as his eyes started glistening with a small magical glimmer and the man repeated him exactly and quickly fell asleep. He dropped the man who was now slouched on the floor. Arthur stepped over him and what happened next wasn't good either as all of a sudden all the lights went out. "and if things couldn't get worse..." He grumbled to himself plunging his sword into the floor and using his freehand to take out a black box opening it to reveal the fire birds plumage which shone brightly like a lantern. He took the feather from the case and took hold of it in his shield, putting back the case Arthur pulled the sword free from the ground and made his way out of the room.

As he exited the room he saw a figure that didn't belong. He or She weren't wearing the cloaks majority of the cultists wore and this made Arthur hesitant to attack. "Who goes there?" He asked inquisitively, but also with a hint of a threatening tone.

Celeste hated getting involved with cultist. Most times, they were simply normal people, or seemingly normal people, just looking to gain power. They practically write over their livelihoods to some dark entity that, quite frankly, couldn't give a rat's ass about them. Usually, her attitude was screw them and hope they didn't get in her way. She had bigger and badder things to hunt down. But there were occasions that cultist activities were brought to her attention and she knew she needed to take care of them. Such as the situation in Star City.

She had gotten the call a few days ago from a friend. He and his girl had been following leads on a cult for weeks, one who practically worshipped the Dark God Dormammu. They thought themselves occultists and such disturbances in their home town didn't go unnoticed. They found out as much as they could before trying to infiltrate a few days ago. However, while his girlfriend succumbed to the temptation of power and become a true cultist, her friend barely got out with his life. There was only one person her had known to call and, ever since, he had been giving Celeste calls and updates on what he knew while staying off the radar.

Celeste had originally planned on waiting until she was more prepared to infiltrate but the frantic call from her friend just a little bit ago made her jump the gun. She didn't have nearly enough information on Dormammu, someone she, in hindsight, probably should have studied up on a little bit more. No matter, just hoped that her friend would be able to get away and fast. She didn't need his death on her conscience. He had sounded so scared.

After she had gotten off the phone with her friend, she got ready. She was gonna pull out all of the stops. She was dressed in free moving pants and a cropped top that clung to her body. Steel-toed boots donned her feet and, pulled over her top was her grandfather's flak jacket. Every weapon she though she could carry, she had on her person. The pistols were in their holsters, stakes, daggers, flasks with holy water and invisibility potions she saved for just such occasions. On her back was her guitar case, her uzis and shot gun in it and, wrapped around her waist was the whip. She knew it was probably a bit much but, with what knowledge she did have, she would need all of it. Who knew what the leaders of this cult were like!

The finishing touch to all of it was the lamp she now held. She didn't often like relying on it, the djinn inside could be fickle at times but she hadn't the time or patience to deal with airplanes now. She didn't bother giving Adam a real heads up. Sure, she wrote a quick note, but heaven knew when he would find it. If she did this right, maybe she would be back before he ever realised. Holding the lamp tight, she closed her eyes and rubbed it lightly. A slight glow formed around the lamp as she began to speak. "Genie, i wish you would bring me to the Cult in Dormammu in Star City."

Celeste could feel the tingle as she was whisked away. She had honestly thought he would be a douche, drop her in the middle of the city, but as she opened her eyes, she realized she was in a building. Had he actually dropped her where she needed to be? 'Good djinn,' she thought as she slipped the lamp into it's holder on her jacket. She had to focus on her choker, then, drawing her power from it to open that invisible third eye on her forhead. The faint glimmer of an aura came into her vision as she started creeping towards the first door she saw. Before she even had a chance to investigate it, the aura grew brighter, practically illuminating the man. That was all she needed to draw Ebony from it's holster and point it at the man. "Who's asking?" she practically growled, only hesitating to fire because of the boy's appearance. There was something familiar about him, though at the moment, she didn't care. She had a job to do and she wasn't going to.hesitate much longer to get it done.

((OOC: Sorry if it's not the best ^^; her muse is loud but she's also still getting settled, ya know? I hope it's okay though. And if there is anything you think would need changed, just let me know!))

Arthur raised his sword the moment he saw the shape of a gun being drawn. However he felt an overwhelming power coming from the figure, especially coming from the neck. As the figure asked the question he he raised the plumage in the way he could clearly see the the figure and once he could relax. It was Celeste Belmont, the choker around her neck was a dead give away along with her looks. Arthur met plenty poor sods who fell head over heels for her. While he personally never met her, he has heard many things about her many of them good things about her and her escapades.

Arthur lowered his sword and replied to her question with sincerity. "Well, I don't think we've ever met before, but most people call me The Knight. and I know you are, Bloodstone." He said with a hidden smile under his illusionary helmet. He had gotten used to calming people by their alias instead of their real name. "Know, I'm going to guess you here for the same reason I'm here. And thats to take down the git running this dammed cult, and seeing how were horridly outnumbered a team up doesn't seem to crazy." He said holding out his arm for a handshake.

All of a sudden an elevator ding was heard and around a dozen cultist rushed out of the elevator yelling an assortment of curses and carrying guns and daggers. "We've got company." Arthur stated, knowing full well that he was stating the obvious, but it brought a weird calm to him. Arthur quickly raised up his shield to block a flying bullet. Arthur let out a battle cry and charged into the fray bashing random cultist to the floor with his shield and clashing metal on metal, and sometimes flesh. Before he knew it he had already knocked out one of the cultist and another one with shredded hands was now launching himself at Arthur with a new ferocity. "God dam cultist." he said smacking the cultist with the hilt of his sword sending him down to the floor.

I keep kicking at the curb with my worn out shoes

Her eyes narrowed momentarily at the boy before she felt her fingers relax against the trigger. He wasn't a threat. Heck, if she didn't know better, she'd even say he was a 'friend'. Well, mutual ally, at least at the moment. And so long as he wasn't with the cult, then she really didn't care to waste a bullet on his head. Celeste didn't know him personally, of course, so she wasn't about to really trust him, not much. But people had reputations, like he did. The Knight. And his reputation at least made it a bit easier to not try and kick him out of the building so she can get her job done. She didn't quite lower her gun like he had his sword, though. Call it personal habit, or maybe she just preferred to be at the ready, but at least she wasn't about to try and kill him. She wasn't really big on taking the lives of the supposed innocent.

"My reputation proceeds itself, does it?" she asked with a slight smirk. She appreciated the use of her 'codename', honestly. Not like it was much of a codename, it was just her real last name, after all. But it was still something that was apparently whispered among people, something they knew. Which meant this boy probably knew better than to question her presence here. The boy might even be useful in her mission, actually. She wasn't the type to ask for help on her own, mind you, but he was already here and, well, it really wouldn't hurt to have backup for this. "Just don't get in my way, boy, that's all i care about. You slow this operation down, and, well." She made a motion with the gun almost to signify shooting without doing as such. She wasn't about to bother with the hand as she heard elevator reach her floor and the doors open.

Her guns quickly shifted their aim from the boy Knight to the elevator's open doors. "Really now? You don't say? And here I thought you might 'ave just ordered a pizza." Sarcasm, as usual, was dripping off of each word. She was quick to fire first, aiming for shoulders, hands, and knees rather than dead head shots. It wasn't quite her style, but she almost figured that the cultists might actually be more useful alive than dead. Disable them, and she'd have an easier time with any questions she might need asking. However, she wouldn't count on her patience leaving them alive too terribly long, honestly. These people were just as bad as monsters in her eyes. She almost rolled her eyes at the sound of her help's 'battle cry'. 'Amateur,' she thought as she pushed forward, just barely dodging the tip of a dagger so she could twist and kick one of them to the ground. A bullet quickly found it's way into his knee caps. "Now staaaaay," she cooed, bringing an elbow into the face of another one of them. "Good boys."

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Sorry i took so long to get this to you, toots ^^;

I keep running into stranger's that say I know you

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