Gray
Players:
Mr. Black
(Mentioned but not named: Hazz, Animus, AD, Salin, Ebola, Lux, Lex, Leon, Sin, Ach, Geoff)
One gray eye, stabbing into the world around him, watched from behind the wicked mask that covered his face. It traveled from virus to virus, cell to cell, always watching. An albino made sly comments and inuendoes to the blue woman beside him, inching ever closer as he talked. A ponytail belonging to a light red virus snapped the air as its owner slipped between the door and its frame on his way out. A moment later a large green virus narrowed its vertical eyes and stalked after the fleeing scoundrel. A couple of males looking just enough like one another to be brothers sat lounging in half-stupor on one of the cushioned booths. A demonic red-spotted woman sat with a nervous twitch as the multi-colored woman/man crosslegged in front of her rolled green foliage into wax paper. A rail-thin half-clothed woman walked in with a much smaller hooded figure trailing in her shadow. A yellow haired virus looked up from his task of lighting his cigarette when he caught a glimpse of the smaller figure in the corner of one of his four eyes. Others mingled about, unaware that such horrendous diseases were resting right beside them. A squad of sicle cell, a cadre of cholestoral, low players in the game of biological warfare. That gray eye kept open and scanning, though it never strayed far from the faces and figures of the major powers in the room.
It had to give pause when a young bacteria with a thing for chains decided to sloutch his way towards Mr. Black. The thug sneered and revealed metal-colored teeth. "Yo Gramps. I heard about how you rolled in here from the dark ages. What's it like bein a fossil in the flesh again?" His little goon squad had joined him only after he had begun talking, clearly forced to back up their appointed general but in no hurry to draw attention to themselves.
"Before me there were no created things, only eterne, and I eternal last." He replied, skull-colored mask betraying nothing. He tipped his red hat up just an inch, to get a good look with one gray eye at the face that had decided to rise above him.
The thug seemed confused at first, then disgusted, then disturbed. "Yo man, how'd you loose the eye?"
The remaining gray occular grew sharp as the blade that had been the downfall of its twin. "Here, let me show you how."
