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A wall, deep in the black market seems to be shining a bright shade of pink. Most would pass it off as just a reflective poster, but once you step closer to it, you realize that it is infact a image, en grained into the brick. You feel a odd gravitational pull, something that wants to pull your hand closer to it. If you press your hand against this symbol, you would hear this message...

"My dear, dear friend to be. You being here was no mere coincidence. This, my friend, is fate. This dull world has become far too much of an eyesore. I ask you, please help me...Nay. All of us, ending the blight that has forsaken this world. Let us start anew. Will you help me, create a new world in a image of beauty and joy? If so...Simply say yes. And you will be accepted to help this world in more ways than you could comprehend. Not only that, but you can be assured your help will not go unrewarded. So...What will it be?"

[NOTE: Agreeing to this means that you, or any of your other characters can not be part of any other of the ORG XII event's to gather new allies for either side. One character per player. If you wish to use a different character past signing up, then PM me to see if we can work it out.]

[Coolshaymin]

Dimentio, the twisted jester that he was, agreed with this guy whole heartedly. In fact, his words seem quite similarly to Dimentio's before the Grand Finale... That apparently was only the beginning. In fact, who says Dimentio can't find some way to benefit from this if the mysterious beings' plans weren't to his liking. Fine then, seems like its decided. Dimentio was waiting to return to his job of devious traitorous Merc anyway. "Yes, that does sound like a plan."

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A cloaked figure, wearing a black hood that obscured his face and appearance then began walking to dimentio from the darkness of the alleyway. "Well, Cant say i could of asked for a better time...You must certainly be a gambler mister jester. But, i'd rather we just skip the formalities here." the man said, holding what looked to be a playing card in his hand, he flicked it in between his fingers, back and forth as he stepped closer to dimentio. "You're absolutely certain you're willing to do what i ask of you? It could result in some bad press. Or worse, make these fine life sphere people find you a threat."

[Coolshaymin]

Dimentio looked in the direction of a voice that seemed to be waiting for someone like him. "No need to worry about that. Mystery Gambler. I have my ways of persuading people. Worst comes, my Dimension D is an impentrenable fortress of solitude. I would stay there all the time if I did not need to come out for my own goals. Besides, what's the fun in riding a bike with training wheels if you have no chance of falling over?" Dimentio said, confirming he had no worry in the matter.

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"Alright then..." the man said, handing the playing card to dimentio, and continuing his walk out. But, before he left, he looked at dimentio again. "Take as much time as you need...We have all of it in the world. Just don't wimp out." He said, before turning the corner.


If dimentio followed to see where he was going, he would find the cloaked man vanished. As well, the pink scythe symbol on the wall would begin to slowly vanish too. And on dimentio's palm, he would find the scythe now placed on his hand to remind him where he swore loyalty.


On the playing card he was handed, he wouldn't find any kind of symbol's, but instead a set of instructions. "When you can, make a mission and circulate it through the underground crime scene. Your mission, will be to go through the sewers of bright wing lane and set up explosives underneath it, to effectively destroy its ground work.. We will have a friend assist you with getting out hopefully without a hitch. Simply list one of the mission participants as XII. Three mission slots. The rewards for the mission will be a metal box, a smart bomb and a Franklin badge."