A little less than a year ago... or about nine months until Xy wakes up.


   Kid sits in his private area above his club eating dinner and thinking over the days events. Downstairs people start cheering and the music switches from lutes and mandolins to 21 Pilots. The cheering gets louder as the alien music picks up pace and the bass starts hitting. “All my frends are heathens take it slow… Wait for them to ask you who you know. Don’t make any sudden moves… you don’t know the half of the abuse.”  Kid glances out to see what looks like most of the Gimel children that are old enough to get in. Although a few of them are questionable at twelve and thirteen.  He just saw all of them earlier in the day which is a rarity given that most of them are off training in other parts of the world or indeed other worlds altogether. But since they are all in town for their sisters funeral it seems they chose Kids Place to blow off some steam.  Arissa Gimel,  A.K.A . “Glory” walks in holding Kids private guard up at arms length by his throat carrying the huge man as if he weighed nothing. To his credit the mans hands go nowhere near his weapons. Dropping him gasping to the floor she smiles her perfect smile at Kid. Damn but she is one of the hottest chicks ever, goddess-like really but she is such a pretentious bitch.
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“You really should give him a raise. So dedicated to his job he was not going to let me pass and I know he knows who I am. Oh Kid you really are the most devilishly handsome of all the Travelers. I wish my visit up to your private lair was under better circumstances. Some juicy rumors about a private meeting in your Sanctum might give a bit of a hard edge to my image. You know slumming with the bad-boy. Though if I’m being honest you might need to rethink the whole Kid moniker. You’re not getting any younger.”

 Louder cheers come from downstairs as the 24 yr old twins Ben and Mara jump up on the bar and declare all the drinks are on them. They are wearing plain clothing instead of their typical Dragon-Knight faire. Still they are impressive. Ben looks more like a young Occubus then any of his other children and he exudes the same kind of confidence and supernatural mystique.  Mara with her shaved head, flashing green eyes and lithe athletic body covered in magic tattoos doesn’t look like anyone else. The voice of the D.J. reverberates through the club, “We have a special request from a special guest. Now dancing on the main stage the lovely, the deadly, Tassabra Gimel. White Zombies More Human the Human begins pumping through the magical sound system. Kid looks over Glory’s shoulder and sees Tassabra starting to gyrate against the pole and seductively removing her clothing to wild cheers. Shit he remembers when she was just an ornery little girl. Now she is eighteen and drop dead gorgeous. She is also a Blade Mage and now sporting a magic tattoo that run the entire length of the right side of her body including her face.

“Oh gods I hate this song. They fight in those simulations all the time where you all were in the Atlantis arena. Especially Butch he is ate up. But he would be, he had half the bathroom converted into his bedroom so he could use the scrying wall to do whatever pervy shit he does. He has Occubus’ tablecloth that was Lictalons or whatever. It makes like a huge feast every day. He never leaves that bathroom it’s disgusting. It’s not fair that Occubus gave him, well… whatever it was, but his lazy fat-ass doesn’t deserve to have power. This was all his idea anyway and most of them were already drunk or high. I’m with the family so I had to come. Sorry Kid.”

Glory shows her hands palms up and backs away from the table as Kid stands.
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"Drinks on the house so drink up motherfuckers!"

Mara toasts the crowd and throws back her shot.

"You bitches are gonna need it!"

  Just as the girl in the song intro stops her orgasmic moaning and the White Zombie guitarist starts shredding Kids sixth sense goes off. Tassabra, now fully nude, strolls to the edge of the stage and casually kicks one of the security personnel in the back of the neck dropping him in a heap. A burly lumberjack points and laughs at the guard but his mirth is cut short when her follow up kick blasts most of his teeth out. Kid sees immediately that all of the other Gimel brood had positioned themselves near security and are attacking them viciously with precise punches and kicks. The place is full of soldiers, off duty guards and people generally spoiling for a fight so naturally chaos erupts.

  At the front of the club the door personnel are quickly overwhelmed when they hesitate to take down the wave of small children that bumrush them. It is actually quite comical to see a group of eight children ranging from seven to twelve years old running rampant through the club. At least initially but then as they get closer they are all visibly glowing and some moving impossibly fast. A few of those children begin slinging people and objects around with telekinesis. A set of freckled, homely, tiny twin girls who at best are seven years old  shoot thorny vines from their hands and they entangle four soldiers that were squaring off with their older brother Seth and his friend Sethalas. The entangled soldiers are whipped around like ragdolls by the vines. One of the doormen who wasn’t completely knocked out gets up and charges the little twins. One of the girls breathes a mist of spores that burst into a fine powder covering the man and a score of other patrons. The other twin opens her mouth and a swarm of wasps flies out. They engulf the man stinging him relentlessly. He only feels the pain for a moment as he and the others caught in the mist slump to the floor.

  A few of the children are wielding stun batons and fighting like little demons. They move with far too much speed and skill for their age. One young boy, Denerik, Kid recalls because he had to fight an adult version of him from the future once. At this point the little shit looks about twelve and his horns are little more than bumps on his forehead. He comes in punching and stomping with his bio-metal arms and legs. He seems to be intentionally avoiding people but he blasts holes in the stone walls with his punches and kicks through tables. A few soldiers who are drunk or just plain stupid try to grab the boy but he shreds their legs with a spray of sharp stone flechettes from his hands sending them crashing to the floor yelling. One of those soldiers pulls a hidden blade but before Denerik even has a chance to defend himself a black dagger seems to appear in the man’s head the point exiting out an inch between his eyes and the handle sticking out from the base of his skull.

  Denerik looks up in horror to see Tassabra blow him a kiss, her knuckles are bloody and glistening white in places. He initially thinks it is her bone but then he realizes what he sees are peoples teeth imbedded in her flesh. That is the last straw for him. He runs out the door snatching up his nine year old sister Tyche who had been hit with a thrown chair and knocked down. Though unhurt thanks to magic armor the little girl was frightened and as she lay curled up on the floor crying her tears came out as green arcs of electricity scorching the stone floor. Her body started phasing, kind of cycling in and out and it seemed like she was pulling the light from the room into herself and reality was warping around her. When Denerik grabs her up it stops and they disappear into the night.

  In the middle of the room stands Butch. Arguably the most disappointing of Occubus’s offspring Butch is a pale, bearded, obese young man in his early twenties wearing leather pants, a dirty t-shirt and black sunglasses. He holds up a fist crackling with blue eldritch energy and then punches it into the floor cracking the stones and sending a shockwave rippling out in all directions hurling tables, chairs and people. He yells in a roaring voice that can be heard above the music.
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  ”Come on Kid quit letting other people take your beating for you. Come fight me or we will wreck this fucking place!”

Dropping a security guard he just choked out he takes a few agressive steps towards Tassabra giving her a very Occubus like glare.

"What the fuck Tassy? When we all agreed on this stupid shit we said there would be no weapons and no killing! The guards are going to want someone to answer for this."
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Tassabra takes a couple of steps towards Ben her blood red tattoo shifting wildly across her naked body.

"If the authorities require me brother inform them I am at Mt. Nimro where our father is pimping me out to a bunch of giants. And fuck that guy he pulled a knife on Denny. You know Ben those of us who were kidnapped into this family have to look out for each other. So why don't you and sissy there fuckoff and do whatever it is you two dragon fuckers do."
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Mara advances forward after the insult but she allows her brother to restrain her as she knows he will. "Bitch one day we can settle this but this is not the time or place. We came here for Butch so cut the shit."

"I think I will gather the littles together and get them home."

Deneir says walking towards the door rounding up the smaller children.

Earlier in the morning... Cassy's Funeral



  The day started off badly when Occubus did not show up. Anthony, Alter Occubus as some still think of him, suggested he could explain Occubus's reasoning but will instead continue to suffer everyone’s contempt for him by proxy. It was a rarity having most everyone in one place again. For many of the Travelers it had been years since they had seen the Gimel children, many of them having been off training all over the world. Most are so much more grown up looking and hard, covered in tattoos and loaded down with magic weapons and items. Even the younger ones are fierce looking and there are just so fucking many of them.  The older children like Orion and Ben and Mara no longer look at the Travelers with the adoration they used to. Some of the bolder ones like Tassabra glare and seem to invite challenge.

  A lunch is prepared and Inhoffe in a rare show of emotion sings an operatic song “for Mistress Cassy.”  For some reason the majority of people get the giggles and then start pelting Inhoffe with food cutting short his tribute. It was Cassy’s children that started the food throwing. Cassy, named after her mother, was the fifth Gimel child born back in the earliest days of Kylterran when the family and most everyone still lived exclusively in the underground complex. She was a precocious child, beautiful and a natural flirt who initially showed a keen interest in herbalism. At fifteen she became pregnant with her first child. A little girl she named Sassy, followed by three boys; Rowdy, Traveler and Power. She suffered from bipolar depression and had a long standing problem with substance abuse and sexual addiction. She struggled as long as she could watching all of her older siblings self destruct in their own fashion while dealing with her fathers abandonment. She was twenty-five and pregnant with her fifth child when she decided to end her own life. She used a Fly as an Eagle spell and flew down a heavily warded hallway towards one of the treasure rooms beneath Gimel Mansion and was disintegrated.

  Having no body to contend with the funeral is over after lunch and people begin departing. On Kids way out a handsome six year old boy zings a red ball at his face that Kid easily intercepts. The boy has light brown hair, grey-blue eyes and a cocky grin. ”My mom’s dead.  Are you here to teach me to fight? I’m faster than you but Cassy said one day Kid would teach…” He is abruptly cut off by Cassandra yelling at him. ”Rowdy get over here!” Kid looks up and sees Cassandra giving him a hateful glare for some reason.  ”Ya know I’m prettier than you too.  I’m kind of thinking Torate might be a better teacher.”

  Cassandra having stalked over tries to snatch the boy by the back of his head but without even having looked back he quickly sidesteps, then spins out of the way of the follow up backhand and skips away from his grandmothers kick making the trained assassin look slow. Giggling he escapes the room bounding off furniture with some parkour moves. Cassandras hard look breaks and she wipes uncharacteristic tears away before walking off. Some of her older children are staring on trying to figure out what the exchange is all about while Kid does some quick math in his head.

  Cassy was eighteen and already had one child. Fact of the matter is she was hot as Hades and a sex freak to boot. You can’t really blame Kid. He had been shutting down her advances since she was sixteen but eventually he had to admit it was only because of her last name. She was always hanging out in the club getting freaky with random guys and girls. It’s not like Kid was taking advantage. It only happened once and of course lots of alcohol was involved but no surely not!?!  Kid leaves and is deep in thought over the days events over dinner at his club. That is when Glory and the rest of the kids arrive.

In reply to Glory (msg # 4):

"Ahhh Glory, you know you've always been welcome. So you've finally come to dance for me; you know we could make a fortune here and all over the world if we utilize both of our talents. But as for the rest of your family, you didn't have to bring them."..."but if you're looking to put an edge to your image I can think of a few, more interesting, things we could do!"

Walking around the bar to get a better view of what's going on, Kid scratches his now semi-long and still growing beard..."I'm working on the look by the wa...." his thought and sentence trails off...."What the fuck Ben...Mara? Butch?" Kid listens to Glory as he sees the rest of the kids begin the "assault", still somewhat amused he continues to watch "So Butch is behind this, seems he might need a good ass whippin" But...wait, what, is that Tassy...?"
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In reply to Butch (msg # 8):

As Ben takes the young ones away, Kid steps toward the balcony of his dimly lit club, a mere   101 ft form the entrance, as he passes he purposely brushes against Glory's tight body..... and arrives at the ledge just in time to see Tassy blast the brand new security guard's face to a pulp. Kid, by then gets a total view of the actual devastation delivered by the young Gimel's; he begins his fighting-psionic power routine. ...(not done)"Is there something you wanna do?.....hmm?

Kid appears at the top of the stairs and leans over the balcony his trademark grin in place but his eyes cold and calculating. He is not as young as he once was but he is a as handsome as ever. More notably he commands a presence, maybe its because he is in his club or maybe it is a Traveler thing. Regardless the room goes silent and all eyes turn towards Kid to see what happens next.


The Jerridu turns on some music and the first few notes of More Human than Human blare out but are immediately cut with the sound of a needle scratching across a record.


"Nah that old shit is played out! Ladies and gentleman the man that needs no introduction. Everyones favorite Traveler, proprietor of this fine establishment and the best boss in the world. KIIIIID!"

A new song comes on to accompany Kid as he walks down the stairs.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6eSksEp27U

Everyone seems enrapt by the spectacle even the security who just had their ass handed to them by a bunch of kids. Butch however seems to be getting more enraged by the second. Tears now streaming from his cheeks he screams loud enough to be heard above the music.

"Your no real Traveler your just a filthy pimp! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"

Kid is just reaching the bottom of the steps as Butch finishes his tirade and the flabby young man charges with glowing blue fists. The attack seems pathetic and almost in slow motion to Kid. It has honestly been a good long while since Kid has been in a real fight. Whatever this spectacle is, a real fight it does not seem to be. He does not even have to take a step to avoid the blow he merely dips a shoulder slightly and casually leans on the stair rail. Butch overextended slams headfirst past him and into the wall. The gathered crowd laughs and cheers none as loud as his plethora of brothers and sisters. Kid recognizes the rage and spark of insanity in Butches eyes as the obese young man squares up and prepares to attempt a take down tackle.


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