WK's Town of Aerilon: #1

 It was a dark, dark night in the town of Aerilon. The streets were almost empty, but a few lone souls roaming around, most in search of rest and meal. Amidst the dark figures one stood out- a somewhat tall one, wearing a white suit, a white fedora covering his head and casting a shadow on his face, the dim lights that shined upon the faces of those passing by not seeing their way on to the physiognomy of this individual.
 The figure stopped in front of a nightclub, known only as ‘The Club’. After tossing a quick look to both sides and seeing nobody suspicious, the figure took a step towards the round double door that served as the entrance to the club. The door promptly slid open, letting the figure in.
As the man walked down the hall, guards in dark suits and red sunglasses positioned along the way, eyeing him carefully, he heard the music get louder as he got closer to the actual club. He smiled at the familiar song. “Looks like he’s going for the original, isn't he?” he thought.
As the figure stepped through the second set of sliding doors, the bass, lights and the amount of people actually hanging out around here was quite dazzling for him. He began to walk towards the bar, already seeing who he came here to meet sitting with a glass of strawberry sunrise in his hand, smiling and speaking to some of the club’s patrons, one, a man in a western cowboy’s attire, seemingly intrigued by what the man had to say, the other- a shady looking individual wearing sunglasses who seemed to have less than no interest in the conversation. The man in white sighed as he saw the man he was looking for in his favorite attire.
The figure started to make his way through the crowd, apologizing and shoving along the way. He didn't quite want to be here. He’d honestly prefer staying home with a bottle of bourbon and an entire season of ‘Scrubs’.
 The figure finally made it to the man at the bar and tapped his shoulder. The blonde turned around and smiled. “There you are, Hank! I’ve been waiting for you…” “Gacko. Tell me there is a legit reason why the fuck am I not at home, drinking and watching a certain day-dreaming doctor struggle with internship." Gacko smiled, revealing a set of perfect teeth. "Well. I remember mentioning these guys to you." The cosplayer said, gesturing at the two men behind him. The cowboy smiled and waved while the other one gave no response what so ever. Hank eyed the two carefully before telling Gacko: "Dude. I don't even remember yesterday. Care to remind me?" "Really? Last week? We were waiting for them to show up? Kara showed up? I left?" Hank continued to stare at the former tattoo with a blank expression. "The day you got alcohol poisoning last week?" "OH! RIGHT! There was a cute nurse. I vomited on her shoes... Now I remember. These guys told you they..." Hank's eyes widened. "Do... Do you really have it?" The shady individual spoke, his voice surprisingly deep for his actually soft complexion: "Not here. Let's speak outside." With that, the man began to walk towards the exit, the cowboy following suite. Hank looked at Gacko, the blonde responding with a shrug. The two fighters started to move towards the exit, Gacko seemingly relaxed while Hank mentally prepared himself for anything. When he retired, he had hoped he was done with all of this shit. Apparently not.

But a few minutes later the four men stood in the alleyway behind The Club. The shady individual gestured towards the street and the cowboy nodded, taking position just by the alleyway, making sure nobody would eavesdrop on them. The shady man looked first at Gacko, then at Hank. Hank felt uncomfortable, as if hundreds of eyes were just watching him, examining his every aspect. He wished he had brought some booze to this. Gacko rubbed the back of his neck, and after a minute of silence finally spoke: "So, Hank, that guy over there," He said and gestured towards the cowboy, "is Leonard Castello, pathfinder and marksman." The cosplayer then gestured at the sunglasses wearing figure. "And this is-" "He knows who I am. We have, in fact, met." The man spoke. Hank squinted, not quite able to place the person in front of him in his memory. "I'm sorry, but..." Hank stopped speaking as the man removed his sunglasses, revealing two black, empty bug eyes. An angry glare wound up in Hank's eyes. "You mother fucker... I had hoped you were dead." Morspallidum grinned, revealing a set of fangs in his mouth. "Oh, you knew I didn't die that day... Yo-" "Wait, wait, wait, WAIT! What are you fucks talking about? " Gacko asked with a confused look on his face, placing his gloved hands on his hips. Hank turned to him looking agitated. "For fucks sake, Gacko, and I'm the drunk! How can you forget this guy- he took you away and sent you to that guy in Area 51, he attacked us multiple times, he made my hand rot, we fought him in the plains of existence! He destroyed Booky's boosktore! Don't you remember? The time we switched 'bodies'? When we found the book of the- THE BOOK! YOU TOOK IT, DIDN'T YOU?!" Morspallidum laughed. "If I had it, I wouldn't be here, and neither would you. In fact, neither would this puny planet. There is a reason I summoned you. I know that you want to be immortal again. I know that no matter how much you deny it, you fear death. And I know that you would do anything to get that book, as would I." Hank clenched his fists, white flames starting to surround them. "I wouldn't work with [i]you[/i]."
 Morspallidum snarled. "Listen to me, I dislike this as much as you..." "...I doubt it..." "...But I have no other choice. I will require assistance from you two to get the book back." "Back from who, exactly?" Gacko asked carelessly. "My most loyal and trusted minion had found the book, but it was stolen before she could present it to me. I have tracked it down to an underground club in this very town. The physical defenses are not too difficult to handle, but there is much more than meets the eye." Hank sighed. "When we get the book, we know what will happen- you'll just take it and slaughter us all. We have no reason to trust you, Mors." Gacko placed his hand on Hank's shoulder. "Come on, bro, we'll just get first hands on the thing. Right?" He looked at the Deathghoul. Morspallidum nodded. Gacko then looked at Leonard. "Hey, I get why Hank and Mors want the book, but what about you, pathfinder dude?" Leonard didn't even turn his head, but quietly responded: "I need to bring someone back." Gacko merely shrugged and invited the three men to get prepared in the back of the club. And in that room, he noticed something. Something he would shout into Hank's ear the very instant he figured it out. Red, white, Black, Yellow. They had formed team RWBY. They were [i]team[b]LHMG[/b][/i].