THE OOC/SIGNUP THREAD: OPEN SIGNUPS - Darkmoon Brotherhood | IwakuRoleplay.com There were days when Ace would want to create an incision from Ghost's larynx all the way down to his prostate gland. Of course, he never acted on those desires. That would be a death wish. No, Ace kept those thoughts well buried and instead took to beating his head against the wall. "Why doesn't he ever listen..." Ace sighed as he refocused his thoughts on the book he was reading inside the headquarters library. It was a book he knew very well, a book on cardiology. A soft yawn escaped him and he glanced at his watch. It was nearly ten o'clock at night. He closed his book and put it back on the shelf. His nice leather shoes brought him into the main hall of the headquarters, where large wooden tables and a mahogany bar resided. A small living area set up with couches and a fireplace was over in the corner, however there were few social creatures in the brotherhood that used it. Ace's light steps carried him over to the bar, where he offered the bartender a smile and asked for a glass of red wine. It felt strange being the only one at the bar, as usually the newbie members were enjoying themselves at this hour. He lightly shrugged it off, grateful for the peace and quiet. It gave him time to think about his plans for the coming days ahead. He supposed they needed to restock some bandages and such, Neosporin was a must, they needed iodine as well... He was pretty sure they were good with hydrogen peroxide, though he felt tempted to check again just to be sure. Ghost was just returning from a series of missions. He always took a few targets around the same area to take out, that way he could get his one long trip and then take a long break. This trip had been to Moscow, and while it had been easy, the snow and the cold really took a lot out of him. He didn't plan on taking any more missions in the northern hemisphere for a while. He was driving his black Challenger back to the headquarters. It was a long and boring drive through the poorly paved roads of the northern highlands of Scotland. When the pavement switched over to gravel and dirt, a weary smile crept onto the leader's face. He was almost home. In the middle of nowhere, a worn down building stood. It had a simple look to it, a log cabin with a few stone accents collecting moss here and there. Underground parking helped keep the significance of this place concealed. The bottom-most floor was parking, the second underground floor was the armory, followed by the main floor, and on top of that was bedrooms and such. This was the headquarters of the Darkmoon Brotherhood. Also, most likely the most dangerous place in the world if you aren't invited to the club. He remembered that a new guy recently joined, and wondered what kind of introduction he got from the jolly band of murderers. It couldn't have been too bad. After all, Ace was there to play mediator. It still felt odd knowing that his apprentice wasn't going to be taking off in his footsteps. But, life was full of disappointments. Ghost knew that all too well. He pulled into the underground parking and parked in his space closest to the stairs to head up into the building. He stopped in the armory to restock his ammo and then continued up into the main hall. He wasn't feeling all that social, but seeing as Ace was sitting alone at the bar, he sat down next to him and ordered himself a cup of chamomile tea.