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  1. Zephaniah Denne


    Zephaniah Denne

    Z, Zeph, Zep




    Middle class

    Second Mate


    Swordsmanship [Master]
    Leadership [Expert]
    Charisma [Expert]
    Tailoring [Expert]
    Cooking [proficient]
    Cleaning [Awful]
    Drawing [Horrible]


    Zeph wants to experience things, to try everything there is to try. He does not mind going outside his comfort zone or exploring something that others are reluctant to do.

    Zeph likes to experiment and enjoy standing out in the crowd. He does not really care about traditions or what other people expect him to do.

    Excellent people skills.
    Zeph tends to be very witty and talkative—he would never run out of things to discuss. He also strongly dislike being alone and enjoy communicating with other people whenever possible.

    Great sense of aesthetics and beauty.
    He is very artistic, especially when it comes to entertaining other people.

    He is interested only in practical matters. He dislikes theoretical or philosophical discussions, seeing them as a waste of his time.

    Very observant.
    He lives in the present moment and focus exclusively on what is happening “here and now.” He finds it easy to notice real, tangible things and changes.


    Find it difficult to focus.
    Zeph gets bored very quickly and want to stay entertained and excited for as long as possible, regardless of the situation. Not surprisingly, he finds it difficult to deal with tasks that require patience, focus, and dedication.

    Poor planners.
    Zeph rarely thinks about the future and is more concerned about the present moment, refusing to worry about the next steps or potential consequences.

    Always seek excitement.
    He takes risks and is often self-indulgent, putting the pleasures of the present above stability or long-term plans.

    Have difficulties in the academic environment.
    He sees school as a waste of time. He are far more interested in creative, practical things as well as socializing. He finds it difficult to stick to schedules and puts in enough effort to succeed in the academic environment.


    The inability to become intoxicated
    Others who can become intoxicated
    (^just envious of them he doesn't hate them^)
    Unnecessary violence


    Zephaniah is emotionally balanced, which means that he is less prone to depression and is able to cope well with feelings of anxiety, anger and vulnerability. With a good sense of social awareness, he tends to be outgoing and enthusiastic, with a tendency in groups to talk and assert himself. Zeph enjoys a good balance between the real world and fantasy, he is mostly aware of and in touch with their emotions. Being open-minded to new and unusual ideas helps him to interact with the world. With a healthy skepticism of the motives of others, and a belief in justice and being self made, sometimes he can come across as guarded or intimidating. However he has a refreshing impulsiveness about him, he tends to dislike too many rules and regulations and can be casual and whimsical.

    Zeph does not feel nervous in social situations, and has a good impression of what others think of him, however he feels strong cravings and urges that he has difficulty resisting, he drinks like a whale yet much to his dislike he cannot get drunk. He tends to prefer short-term pleasures and rewards over long-term consequences. He likes to speak out, take charge, and direct the activities of others. He prefers dealing with either people or things rather than ideas. He regards intellectual exercises as a waste of his time. He finds helping other people genuinely rewarding and is generally willing to assist those who are in need. He finds that doing things for others is a form of self-fulfillment rather than self-sacrifice, however he’s not adverse to confrontation and will sometimes even intimidate others to get his own way.


    Morrow Denne
    (Older sister, Alive, Whereabouts unknown)

    Sophie Denne
    (Mother, Alive, Zeril)

    Adair Denne
    (Father, Deceased)



    Zephaniah is pretty content with the way he lived before joining the crew, the only problem was his older sister, Morrow. She is 4 years older, made everything a competition and was rather violent towards him when their mother wasn't looking. Their father, Adair, died when he was 6 and he almost died as well but somehow was saved, how he was saved is a little foggy, though his right eye had to be removed. The death of his father was caused by some low caste scum breaking into the house and trying to rob them. Adair did his best to to protect his family but they shot him. They pointed the gun at Zeph and just before the trigger was pulled he passed out.

    Ever since then his mother, Sophie, has been working at a middle class brothel to support him and his sister. Thankfully she doesn't bring work home, however she does come back drunk so they have to take care of her sometimes. He also began studying fencing and other forms of sword art, wanting to be able to protect his family, He became devoted to sword fighting and taking care of his mother.

    When Morrow turned 18 she left, leaving Zeph alone most of the time. He hated being alone so he got a job as a late night fishermen so he could be out while his mother was and still be able to take care of her while she was home. At 18 he did he best to find her another job and finally gets her a job as a tailor.

  2. In the world of Ashil there are 3 realms; the benevolent territory of Nivarea, the malicious empire of Strefoth, and the indifferent terrain of Obriosia. Strefoth, with great brute force, dominates the world. They thrive with civilizations, military, and wealth, keeping it all to themselves. Nivarea struggle to survive let alone defend an attack from their superior counterparts, which bullies them into submission, keeping them from even dreaming of rising up, that is until today. The shadow prince, who lives on the border of Nivarea and Obriosia, was stationed there to keep an eye on the other realms and to keep them in place making sure no one challenged the ruler; his father. He watched the suffering of the light realm and felt sorry for them, he didn’t believe it was right and thought the 3 realms should live equally in peace. He gathered his troops and marched to the dark realm, never had his father expected this.

    Though they had the element of surprise on their hand they were outnumbered and pushed into Obriosai. In the Vlusawth Jungles, taking advantage of the jungle’s obstacles, the shadow prince’s armed forces continued to fight. The jungle’s residents and a few others nearby who lived within the neutral realm urged the two armies to either stop fighting or to fight on their own land, but their pleas were unheard. Soon a green light surged through the land between the two borders and in the jungle not a single Obriosian inhabitant remained, leaving the foreign invaders alone and distracted by the light. Then out of nowhere the trees and the ground beneath them began to attack. The shadow prince though it only a myth, how Ashil was actually living. It was said that the spirits of Streforth and Nivarea had left them due to the hatred and war their people carried, but Obriosai’s spirit remained, for its people was neutral and peaceful. Rather than attacking Obriosai like everyone else, the prince dropped to his knees and bowed. As the chaos around him continued he stayed down, without looking up and even moving as everyone around him were being attacked. Soon all was silent and the only living thing in the jungle was the blood covered bowed prince.

    He left what is now known as the Jungle of Ruins to return to his fortress, shocked and traumatized at what had happened. After a few days he forced himself to pull it together and decided to form a rebellion, knowing that because of his attack his father would want retaliate. He sent out messengers to all of Nivarea’s settlements, towns, and cities hoping to inspire civilians, warriors, healers, and whoever else who might be tired of living beneath the emperor to stand up and fight for their freedom. He himself then traveled to great city of Minas Galmarf to make his speech.

    “You may all know me as the shadow prince, the emperor’s son. Why am I here you may wonder, well I’ve come to tell you that I am recruiting soldiers for a rebellion. 2 weeks ago I launched an attack against my father with an army of 350 warriors. We were forced to retreat into the Vlusawth Jungles where… Where we all fought as hard as we could, but were wiped out. Luckily we’ve put a dent in the emperor’s army so now is the perfect time to gather, train, and prepare to take back control over our own fates. By my fortress I have a camp in the Zarukthur highlands, that will be where I’ll be training and housing any who join our revolt. It time we take back our lives for ourselves and the ones we love! I will be departing tomorrow at sunrise, any who wish to join me to the camp are welcome.”

    Strefoth prepares to launch an attack, and after hearing the news of what happened in the Vlusawth Jungles, the emperor feels like he should control the land’s power. He prepares for an all out war on the world, but much to his annoyance it would take a while before his armies were prepared to take on such a task, so he will wait patiently until he has enough strength, then he’ll attack.

    Who will you fight for? Good? Or evil? Or maybe you reside within the two borders, trying to understand the land’s power and attempting to keep the war off of Obriosai? Whichever it is, a long and compelling adventure lies in your future.
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  3. Carrie


    A grimace spreads across my face as a swear escapes her lips. My eyes flicker from my sleeves to her on the floor, even as words escape me, tears navigating across my cheek, I get up from the bed and I reach out to her. The tubes connected to me restrain me from going too far and with great annoyance, I go over to the IV and weakly pull it along. I hear her words escape her lips, begging me to shut up. To stop telling her the truth that is burning within my chest.

    Am I hurting her? How could my proclamation of utmost care and affection cause her such distress? But then I recall Scott, his hand in mine for the first time, telling me how he was going to take me to his home and how he was going to try and care for me. I didn't believe him initially. I was so frightened that he was going to hurt me. I don't recall if I panicked, I don't recalled if I cried out for my mother and father, who wouldn't have bothered to respond had they'd been able to hear me. But I understand now the pain. Having survived in such hell for so long, only to be offered a little piece of heaven that appears so deceptive. A snake in the grass. Slowly I let go of the IV and I kneel down next to Colette, not yet reaching out to give her physical comfort.

    I flinch as she screams out one last time, to which I respond gently "No. I love you, damn it." I bite my lip and place my hand over my eyes, my exhales becoming erratic and arrhythmic. "I don't want you to ever forget that..."

    "Carrie?" I hear her call out to me finally, causing a sob to be choked out in my throat before it had a chance to escape my lips.

    "Q-quinn my darling?" I ask of her gently, reaching my hand out to her slowly and steadily. "I-Is that you? A-are you alright?" I brush some of the gangly hair out of my face, realizing now that I must appear to be a grief stricken banshee to the poor girl. "I-I s-should h-help y-you b-back up i-if you'd l-let me...."
  4. “Because I don’t like the idea of your sister around my baby.”
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    "How all occasions do inform against me,
    And spur my dull revenge!"

    Felwin grabbed a glass from the tray of a passing waiter, His face like moonstruck water, marble and pale as he spun into the crowd of observing socialites.

    "What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and... feed?" To punctuate the last word he drew close to one of the women, a slender blonde in a dress of half-liquid metal. She leaned back playfully, allowing him to stoop and inhale, as if snorting a line of powder from her torso.

    "...a beast, no more."

    She pushed him away, playfully, and he took another drink, one in each hand as she stood before the window of the penthouse club, the businessmen and wives gathering to watch him.

    "Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused." His face was a panoply of colour, of sunset on the Serengeti plains, of nebulous stars in the firmament, the yellow of the orient at war with regal oceans.

    "Now, whether it be BESTIAL OBLVION," He roared the words, his head rolling back to expose the scar tissue of his throat. "Or some craven scruple of thinking too precisely on the event,
    a thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom..." He held up one glass. "And ever three parts coward," He poured the second drink into it and tossed away the empty glass, letting it shatter on the touch-screen bar. "I do not know why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;'"

    He splashed the mixed drink on his face, causing a violent reaction of patterns and colour, reds and crimsons draining in emulation of the drink itself, tracing new features like blood against the flow.

    "Sith..." He tossed the second glass then stepped up onto a chair, "I have cause..." He stepped up onto the buffet table, "...and will..." He kicked aside a plate of cooked meats, "...and strength..." He came to the centre of the table, "...and means to do it."

    "Examples gross as earth exhort me!" he yelled, his arms spread wide as he turned to the window, looking out across the cityscape of lights and firefly hover-cars. "Witness this army of such mass and charge, led by a delicate and tender prince, whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd makes mouths at the invisible event, exposing what is mortal and unsure to all that fortune, death and danger dare, EVEN FOR AN EGG-SHELL!"

    The audience applauded, their laughter barely contained as Felwin turned back, a clown face sliding across his mask, with lunatic smile and dimpled cheeks.

    "Rightly to be great is not to stir without great argument, but greatly to find quarrel in a straw when honour's at the stake."

    There was a shocked yelp as he leapt down among them, landing amidst the suits and sparkling dresses. And then darkness leached into his face, streams of black washing out the colour, the clown-face melting to be replaced by something more sinister as he leaned, like a conspirator, towards each of them.

    "How stand I then, that have a father killed, a mother stained, excitements of my reason and my blood, and let all sleep?" He came close to one of the corporate types, whispering, "While, to my shame, I see the imminent death of twenty thousand men, that, for a fantasy and trick of fame, go to their graves like beds," He put his clawed hand on the face of another woman. "...fight for a plot whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, which is not tomb enough and continent to hide the slain?"

    The silence lingered, like a discordant note held too long, the audience poised nervously as Felwin became, like a statue, pertrified.

    Four seconds, five seconds, six seconds... Felwin's face slowly restoring to colour, streams of red, blue, green and gold about to break. And then, like a chorus to a well known song, the crowd pronounced the final line with Felwin conducting his hand like an orchestral master.


    A cheer went up, the high-society folk clapping themselves and Felwin, toasting their champage, and at the same time a hover-car shot past the penthouse window, momentarily passing a little too close for safety.

    It was a just a flash, but in that moment Felwin's face shifted violently, draining instantly to a sickly white, the eye-sockets enlarging, the painted smile becoming dark and cavernous. He was like a ghost suddenly falling out of the flesh.

    The number 7... flashed on the side of a hover car... gone in an instant.

    The whisper was heartfelt, for himself alone. "And now, sweetest interlude, my serenade for thee. I must away." He looked down at his hand, one eye skewing the shape of a teardrop. "How dear these vexing things, now at an end."

    There was confused laughter, uncertain mutterings. Felwin looked up to see most of the guests still watching him, half-expecting another performace. Quickly he bowed, rolling his clawed hand towards them. "Alas, my moonlight friends, a prior engagement beckons. Your company and your counsel commends you all in annals more than mine. Drink deep, I beseech you, for I shall return to see you smile the greater, with each passing day. Adieu."

    He moved through the crowd, accepting handshakes, stroking cheeks, nodding, smiling... weeping that there would be no more pleasures for this night.
  6. Amadeus was already there. Amadeus had always been there.

    "It took you longenoughto
    start the [BLINK]party[/BLINK].":birthday:

    The world online glitched for a moment, became pixelated, before snapping back. Amadeus lounged on an assemblage of binary and utlra pornagraphic images, ever shifting to Amadeus' erratic changes in position.
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    "But a party'sno fun if we can't see the face of thebirthday boy!" There was an eruption of party streamers as Amadeus' suddenly clawed hand reached toward the static screen that hid the boss' face from the rest of the world.

    A growl escaped its lips, and it bared suddenly razor sharp teeth when its claw only went through the static and encountered nothing.

    "FINE! Be that way! See if I care!" Amadeus 'hmphed,' before settling back into a more comfortable reclining position. Only this time, it appeared to be floating midair, since its strange bed was gone.

  7. [size=+1]Mitch[/size]

    Leaning against the railing of a very rickety catwalk, Mitch calmy stood there with his head cocked to the side, a lit joint hanging loosely from lhis lips, and an acute gaze from behind his bourbon colored glasses, kept moving left, right, up, down, forward, and back as he took in the rest of the group. He remained unknown to the group that had assembled so far... or so he assumed since he'd entered from the roof.

    In his free hand, a revolver rested with the familiar weight of six shots, six kills, and six bids for a time that could be longer spent in this world. The Assassin, was calm as always, and never shifted, or changed in even the most minute of details as Amadeus or whatever it was... did what it did. He'd stoped trying to assume it's gender after it's first initial crazed sputtering of words, and it's equally mangled movements.

    A soft, and forced exhale would then allow him to be noticed as the thick and pungent smoke drifted to the grounds of the warehouse where the group was assembled before him. "This gig had better get started soon... man I could really go for some taffy..." He said out loud to himself as if he could hold a converstation with himself.
  8. Kris sat at his desk, typing away on some new program that he expected to break it's way through the shifting defenses of the corporate mainframe's when suddenly his screen went blank and a Number seven appeared, small and in the top right corner. He knew what it was instantly, and grabbed the bag he'd kept packed for the occasion before logging out and heading off into the night.

    "Humph, it's about time" were his only words on the matter, echoing slightly down the midnight slums with it's usual mechanical timbre.

    A figure in the night lept from the shadows of a nearby alley, only to be shunted forcefully back from whence it came, the motors of Kris' mechanical arm whining slightly, as if more annoyed than strained. He took a moment to plug himself into the computer he was carrying on his back, and suddenly his world burst into light all around him. Advertisements popped up around him, they were always first and he waved his hands, shooing them away, he opened up his maps of the city; showing not only all the major roads and locales, but the hidden routes, underground tunnels, safehouses, illegal tech dealers, drug dens....everything that was in this city was laid bare before him, but his attention was elsewhere. Were it a normal day his concerns would have been spying on his rivals latest programs, siphoning money from the Corps or confusing the hell out of some high class socialite pricks. Today he was concerned with a warehouse, He ducked into a nearby alley and slipped through a manhole cover, after a short walk there he popped back up into a completely different part of the city. He walked to a nearby parking lot and hopped on to a sleek looking black motorcycle. After plugging into it it's "State of the Art" security systems seemed like child play, even the tracking system it's former owner placed inside was nothing to him. The black beast roared to life under his command and he took off, making sure to wipe any images of himself from the security cameras.

    He arrived at the warehouse, parked the bike and walked inside, apathetic to the others already waiting there.
  9. "I'm glad you all managed to come."

    In front of the assembled team, a holographic-deck fires up, and the image of a man sitting in an armchair flickers into life. I survey my new team with a slight smile on my face. They watch back, the Assassin making a comment about taffy to himself. The best at what they do, each and every one of them. A rag-tag collective of killers, thieves, liars and crooks.

    With me at the head of them. Makes you think, sometimes.

    I trigger the security protocols on the doors, and they slide shut, a large metal grid sliding down after it to ensure we are not interrupted. I watch the group for another few seconds or so, before finally speaking. "I have a dream.

    "Many men over the years have said the same thing, from Martin Luther King to Adolf Hitler. Yet like them, I have a vision for the future of this country. I imagine an America where corporations are held accountable for their actions, where they do not weild more power than the elected government. I imagine a world where the rights of humans are enforced, not just acknowledged and then ignored. I imagine a world where safety is promised everywhere, not just in the corporate enclaves. Where the police force can truly serve and protect, and not tied up in excessive beaurocratic red-tape by a corporate-controlled government to ensure they do not weild as much power as corporate security.

    "This is why you are all gathered here today."
    I pause, and begin to scan through my folders. Their holographic avatars appear as well, moving back and forth as I leaf through them. Finally, I draw out the folder I want and dismiss the rest. "As you all know, you have been recruited into an organisation known as The7. The men, women and... other entities," I smile at Amadeus briefly, "standing with you are your comrades, the people you will be operating alongside. Whether you go by your assigned codenames or feel the need to use your actual names is up to you, but I am simply known as The Boss.

    "You are all about to be entering into the theatre of war. This war has been building for years, yet few even know of it's existence. It began as simple corporate espionage, but is now on the cusp of becoming something far worse."
    I open the holographic folder, and several images fire up on the holo-deck.


    "This is Director Mark Felsworth of the Dionysis Corporation. I imagine you've all heard of him, and you," I glance at Felwin, "Have no doubt met the man on several occasions. Suffice to say he is the reason why Dioysis is the leading corporation in the research and production of cybernetics. It's made him a lot of friends, but plenty of enemies, too."

    I flip the second image round so my team can see it.


    "This is Jessica Felsworth, his daughter. This morning, the Aerodyne that was transporting her from her school to the Dionysis Enclave was attacked on-route and shot down. Her escorts were massacred, and she was taken by kidnappers of unknown alliegence. Felsworth is currently negotiating the release of his daughter, and the two forces plan to exchange her for a substantial amount of money two days hence.

    "This, my friends, is where we come in.

    "I want you to find who took Jessica, I want to know who they work for. And two days from now, you will interrupt that little exchange and take both Jessica and the money. I don't care how many of the others you kill, for we are sending a message to the corporations, letting them know exactly who they are dealing with. If you need to be put in contact with someone, contact me. If you require equipment, weapons, ammunition, contact me. I will make sure you are all equipped with the best you possibly can be, to ensure this all goes smoothly."

    I pause, and fix the group with a stare. "And ensure little Jessica does not come to any harm. If she is killed, that invisible war? It won't be invisible any longer. Blood will run through the streets of New York and thousands will die so a Board of Directors can congratulate each other on their increase in market control.

    "Now, I will leave you to begin making arrangements. Just override the security protocols when you wish to leave. I'm sure it won't be a problem for any of you."

    The holo-deck powers down, and I toggle the self-destruct protocol; the deck's internal systems fry themselves, rendering it unusable... and myself untraceable.

    I am a careful individual, after all.

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    The Boss lays out The7's first mission, to interrupt the exchange of the kidnapped Jessica Felsworth and take both her and the money.
  10. The moment he saw the holographic sensor Kris had begun dissecting the code, even the Boss knew he couldn't outwit the hacker in terms of technology, but his intent wasn't malicious, Kris merely wanted to ensure another method of contacting the Boss would be available when needed. It took only a moment for him to slip through the cyber security and in a moment he was gone.

    When the program had finished playing Kris smiled slightly to himself "So, looks like we get to stick it to the man for real this time." he laughed at the irony of the whole situation, he was offered not only the opportunity to strike back at the corporations that had kept his family down for decades, but he had no idea as to his true intentions. As far as Kris knew, The Boss was just another CEO looking to take down a corporate enemy so he could fill his shoes, still he might as well have some fun for the time being.
  11. Kubun's mind summarized events as they happened, the other 6, complete strangers. The holographic means of communication, perhaps not Mr. seven's real face. Afraid they might recognize him? Unlikely but out if the question. The talk of a dream, he sounded so much like the Oyabun but every word needed to be taken with a pinch of salt, make that the whole shaker. In the world of corporate politics he was expendable and as far as he could tell so was everyone else in the room. For all they knew it was director Felsworth they had just spoken to hoping to get his daughter and the money back. In his mind he calculate the net profit the elimination of both a gang capable of pulling off the kidnapping and a bunch of corporate grunts you bring to the Oyuban and a one-sided smile came to his lips as he committed himself fully to the job.

    The patterns on every inch of his skin changed to colder colours to reflect his mood as he ran through the list of thing he'd need. Gas grenades, gas masks, tranquilizer dart, silenced SMGs.... Then his gaze went to the others in the group and a different plan came to mind made possible by the skillsets of his partners. But first he needed to know what those were. It was time to lead by example.

    Unfolding his arms he walked to the center of the group and examined the face, or equivalent, of each of the other six as he spread his arms, open vest and bare arms showing the ever-changing oriental patterns, his identity, his entire life story for all who cared and could read it. "I am Kobun, Mr. Seven calles me by street samurai." he paused partly because he hadn't planned past those words and partly for dramatic effect. "Now that we all know why we're here maybe we should find out why eachother are here. I have contacts, training and I came cheep."

    The joke may have been inappropriate and unappreciated but at least he had gotten his introduction out of the way.
  12. [size=+1]Mitch[/size]

    Sighing, Mitch looked down at the man who'd just introduced himself... and tried cracking a joke. "No, man... it's all about the delivery. Jokes are like a pizza. They want the humor, and satisfaction now... they don't want to wait thirty minutes before they get it." he finished with a huge drag from his joint, and then exhaled the thick smoke down towards the group from the cat walk he stood on, and shook his head adding in a few 'Tsk tsk's.' "Well since we're doing this like homeroom, call me Mitch. Probably heard of me... or maybe I just think that because I've heard of me..." he scratched his head a moment "But yeah..."

    Taking the last hit from his joint, Mitch tossed it out into the middle of the warehouse, and holstered his revolver. "I'm going to take off... got work to do, and a man's gotta have his taffy..." He said with a grin, and turned around while dropping a few pieces of paper... with a coded number writtem on them. If the group was worth their weight, then they could easily decipher the code, and learn how to get into contact with him... besides, he had an idea that he knew who'd know where to start with finding that girl, and what her pops was like.
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    "Parting is such sweet sorrow, Mr Hamilton," called the Face, his mask streaming with viridian colour as he looked to the rafters. Stepping next to Kubun, the man unslung a bag from his shoulder and set it on the floor of the warehouse. Then he knelt, his hydraulic leg supports releasing a little hiss as he did so.

    "But perhaps you will forsake the vices of your kin and stand awhile on ceremony. For in the time before time there was a custom, and when the warriors of rival tribes saw fit to ally against a common foe, there was then the ritual exchange... of gifts!"

    He lifted a paper bag from the bundle, took a bottle from inside, placed it on top of the crumpled bag, then offered it in both hands towards Kubun. "Though we have yet to meet, my Samurai friend, I offer you this Temiyage as thanks for your trust and your noble intent upon this venture. The saki is from the finest stock of the Hirohoto Corporation. Only five bottles are produced in any year, flown in by the corporation especially for the Directorial Conclaves. By services rendered and favours owed, I have procured it for you. I hope in time we may partake of it together, when our battles are won and our thoughts turn once more to family and farmstead."

    Japanese text fluttered back and forth beneath the surface of his mask, as if in silent dance with the tattoos on Kubun's own body. The gift was handed over and then Felwin reached back inside the bag.

    "For Kristophe, my ever-manic virtual Vercingetorix, a delicacy from the Russian heartlands..."

    He held out a small wooden box, opening it to show a vial nestled in a foam mould. Kris turned from the holographic deck and glanced at the vial, his eyes shifting to behold the silvery liquid within.

    "It is still in the early stages of development. Velgovin" is its name, and suppression of the right temporal cortex is its game." Felwin removed the vial and twirled it through his slender fingers, his mask displaying conflicting explosions of colour, like fireworks in the night. "A recorded increase of 23% information saturation in a timeframe of 17 minutes. In short, my dear Kristophe, the temporary acquisition of savant skill and memory retention. A code-reader's elixir if ever there was."

    He left it beside the hacker and turned, pulling another object from his sleeve like a magician. It was a memory stick and as before he twirled it as he approached the shifting holographic avatar of Amadeus. "And for you, my dearest Amadeus... aptly named for this gift as likewise your nature in this task, arrayed against Dionysus when you yourself are chaos incarnate... a token of affections past."

    He moved around the image of Amadeus, his face folding darkness in on itself like a roiling ocean. He held up the memory stick. "The 41st Symphony of your namesake. Jupiter in C Major, lost from cyberspace for 27 years but found on a corrupted hard-drive following a raid Cairo. It came to my possession for a worldy wealth, and to the public trust, and to you, sweet Astarte of the Aether, I grant the pleasure of proliferation."

    He passed the memory stick to Kris, who would be able to upload it to Amadeus's realm. Then, crouching, he returned to the bag and reached in for another item. His mask lifted, the picture of a beaming smile forming on his face as he looked to Topaz. She stared at him for a moment, then her own face twitched a little with a smile. They rushed together suddenly, Felwin laughing as he embraced his old friend.

    "Ah, Evy, it's so good to see you again!" He twirled her around and ended with his arm across her shoulders. Leaning towards her he held out the last gift, another wooden box which he slowly flicked open. "Now this, I had hand-crafted by the nano-masters on Harlequin Street."

    Something lifted out, fluttering on metal wings. And as it rose the most beautiful flute music began to play, a haunting melody that dilated Topaz's eyes. She watched in awe as the mechanical dragonfly hovered and sung, the music somehow generated from its internal workings. It buzzed forward, watching her with its glittering eyes.
  14. theFace stood in the center of a grand concert hall, a dark speck in a sea of powdered wigs and faces. As one, all eyes turned to him, red lips smiling, violin sounds screeching to life and as one, the violins and the faces intoned:
    Such a pretty boy with such pretty words.

    WITH Pretty toys.

    two.Pretty le gs.

    Pretty faces.

    Amadeus purred, floating like a spectre before theFace, two hands lightly caressing his cheeks. Though this entity before him was projecting through the aetherspace online, he could still feel It's touch. It felt . . .pixelated, like static, like ice-like a ghost touch.

    For th is kindness may you always be haunted.

    TheFace felt a shudder course through him at the touch, but as soon as it was there, it was gone.

    Wait. He was hugging Evy, wasn't he?

    TheFace blinked, the real world around him came back full force, the online world was back in his peripheral once more.

    Amadeus was flitting about listlessly, watching the others who seemed to be totally unaware of the change of scenery. Perhaps he had merely imagined it.

    B i r t h d a y b:wink:y t.old me to be a psycho path(pomp). You know that thing that guides?

    In Amadeus' hand was a lantern with no light.
  15. Kris took the Vial from Felwin with a generous thanks, he'd only heard of the serum he'd just been given but never had the ability or the contact network to get it, now he held a vial in his hands. He resisted the urge to sample it immediately and instead placed it within an impact resistant case, he then took the memory stick from felwin and uploaded it straight to Amadeus, or what he figured to be Amadeus anyway. "Here you go, hope you enjoy it." he said as the transfer completed

    after the gift giving had been completed Kris took a more serious tone "So any thoughts for what we have to do?"
  16. [size=+1]Mitch[/size]

    "Parting is such sweet sorrow, Mr Hamilton, but perhaps you will forsake the vices of your kin and stand awhile on ceremony. For in the time before time there was a custom, and when the warriors of rival tribes saw fit to ally against a common foe, there was then the ritual exchange... of gifts!"

    "Love to, but boss man says there's work to do. You all get with the gifts, and I'll try to bring some information as a gift of my own." Mitch answered The Face, as he walked off into the shadows of the building, and exited through the roof where he'd entered. Placing both feet on the level surface of the roof, Mitch lightly rubbed his chin. "So... girly, and her pops... big wig folks.... yeah, it sounds like it's time to visit ol' Jackson out in the 'Garage." The Assassin said to himself, as he began walking, and swung himself onto a ladder, sliding all the way down to the street below.

    Mitch lit himself a cigarette, and exited the alleyway, blending into the crowd almost immediately, and continued walking at a seasoned pace, letting his mind mull over the questions he wanted to ask, and just how he'd ask them... Jackson could be a character in his own right... somedays he was sane, others he was insane... the man must have multiple personalities, but every one of them had dirt on just about anyone... it was probably one of the reasons the Garage was more successful over the other clubs... it wasn't the fancy music, or drinks... it was cause the owner was an information broker.
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    Topaz smiled brightly at Felwin, not knowing of what had transpired between him and the odd pixilated psycho. She was merely happy that she was able to see a dear friend once again, but at the same time, wondered about how he had found his way into this odd little club.

    She had been happy to see the gift he had given, and had expressed it by pressing her lips against the side of the man’s mask, then quietly whispered her thanks before wrapping her arms around him and returning the hug he had given. It might have been the only reason why she had never once considered killing the man. He always seemed to have something for her that she liked on instant. Plus the talks they shared on more than one occasion had proved to be more than a little amusing.

    She smiled at the memories, preferring them to the ones of her kills or of the nostalgia of when she was first learning the ropes. Felwin had always been a very exciting person to talk to, and they had never seemed to run out of things to talk about. And now, to see him again was a pleasant surprised, although, she hadn’t expected or taken him for the type to get involved in this… well, unsavory type of business…. Well, maybe that was the wrong way to word it. She knew he could get involved in… recreational business such as this, but to actually do so, and to end up in the same place as her… it was a happy moment.

    She had looked around at the others, but focused mainly on Felwin. He had made her extremely happy with his gift. And as the song slowly drifted away and the flying mechanical insect was back in the box, she slowly closed it, a small, honest smile appeared on her face. She had been wary of some of the people already, such as the odd character that had left already... He had said something about…. Taffy? Either way, most of the others seemed perfectly insane. Yet she looked around again, confused. Then again. And one more time to make sure. Her eyes opened wide, and incredulous look on her feminine features.

    “Am I the only… woman here?” She asked, her odd, glittering eyes blinking as she tried to imagine working alongside men she didn’t know anything about, without killing them…. She focused on the prize. She had to do this. If she didn’t, she couldn’t kill that bastard or get the music box back… or at least, it would take so much longer, and she had already killed so many people… not that it really mattered, just that the fact was, she was tired of replacing bloodsplattered sheets and clothing, and she was almost gaining too much muscle in her man-made body from hauling all of her victims to that damned alley. It was such a chore for a beautiful lady like herself to be bothered with.

    She stuck close to Felwin, but ran a hand through her short but pixie-like hair, her eyes going out to every other member of the team as best she could. She had to explain why she was here? Christ, what was this, some stupid little mixer?

    “For the record, I prefer to be called Topaz this day and age… I guess… I was recruited because…. I fuck what I kill… and I kill what I fuck… It’s always been that way… He called me the femme fatale…” She paused for a moment, her eyes seeming less human the more she talked, meanwhile, a sadistic smile was forming on her perfect face.

    “I just can’t help myself… In the throes of passion, I just can’t stop myself from grabbing a gun or a knife…. The blood feels so god….All I want after this, is help to kill the only man who’s ever escaped me. He took something precious to me… and for that, I will tear him apart.” She said the last sentence slowly and deliberately, the grin growing on her face, a chilling, haunting smirk. A few moments passed, and her features became muted and quiet again.

    “So, we are stealing a girl and some cash…. “ Topaz stated quietly to herself.
  18. Kobun accepted the unexpected gift with a wordless bow while calculating the difficulty he would have acquiring such a bottle. He eventually concluded that he would owe too many people too many favors. He remained silent As the seductively beautifully girl spoke with only a blink and turning his eyes away from her to show he had been thinking of taking her before her confession.

    "When we have completed our task and have delivered the girl and money then." he said to the face. Until then I will use what contacts I have to find out gang who have taken the girl. But infomation is not free and will take some time. I could use your.... charm, while talking to some of them" His last sentence was directed at Topas.
  19. [size=+1]Mitch[/size]

    Exiting the massive crowds of people, Mitch entered the Garage, and was immediately assaulted with heavy club beat, and laser lights that tore apart the fog filled darkness that the club created. Passing the Bouncer, Mitch merely nodded to the large man. Letting himself get sucked into the bump, and grind that the dance floor breed, Mitch moved through the crowd like an eel, slipping a drink from a server, and tucking a cigarette into the corner of his mouth, Mitch quickly moved up the stairs, towards the balcony, where he knew he'd eventually find Jackson... if he wasn't face deep in Vagina, or Vodka... or both.

    The Assassin couldn't help but grin as a Pole Dancer began raking herself against one of the many anti gravity poles, and winked at him. It was a funny site to see strippers, and hookers dancing upside down, sideways, diagonally or whatever angle the poles moved, but this was one of the many interesting things about the future. Mitch absolutely loved this place, and felt like it was a home away from home. There was always jobs to be found, money to be made, women to screw, and guys to one up.

    Downstairs, Mitch could see the writhing forms of the club-goers, too many to count and all moving, shaking, twisting and dancing to the hammering sound of the club's music. From up on the balcony, they were mostly indistinguishable, though the occasional augmented clubber caught the eye, as did the gravity-defying pole dancers.

    This was a place to lose yourself in, and to be lost. A place where anyone could be anyone, and yet no-one at the same time.

    The wonders of the modern era.

    "Mitch! Mitch! Hey, Mitch, you motherfucker, get over here!"

    Mitch turned his head just in time to see a familiar face staggering over to him before he was pulled into a drunken embrace, the smell of vodka and hard drugs eminating from the man.


    "Bro, I haven't seen you in weeks!" Jackson yelled over the pounding of the music, "And seriously, you gotta get over here! Just met this girl from the LA Sprawl, shit she can do with her legs, man, goddamn!" Mitch found himself beginning to be led towards a circle of bizarrely shaped sofas and chairs, where several women and one or two extremely drunk friends of Jackson sat.