★ ▬ THE.REVOLVING.MEMORANDUM [sci-fi » lit.] o/f

[the sharkette]

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Seth landed on the ground with a jarring sort of thud, but didn’t seem all that affected by the contact; it was evidential he had done this act several times before. His one eye burned and shone like hot coals, as he glared at Opus in what could only be described as seething rage, although the heavy ringing of a particularly disturbing laugh rang out from beyond the mask. It was surprisingly clear, and without any discernible feeling.

“Heh heh heh heh… So, that’s the sort of strength that makes up those great Black Knight cunts?” Seth said, voice slick as oil and producing more gravel than any form of rock. He glimpsed downwards, crooking the handle of his sword in order to gain a better view of the fisherman’s hat skewered right through the blade.

It was a long-edged samurai’s sword that looked to have seen more wear and tear than Seth had seen days. It also appeared to be stained a rust hue in some places, not in fact rust but old blood that had barely been washed off. In spite of this, the rest of the katana was an immaculately true piece of art, the black grip was threaded with red and gold braiding, and the cross guard was perfectly ornate in the shape of a dragon. Such a weapon in an era that preferred firearms was a rare sight, but even more nonexistant was the person who wielded it. Effortlessly, Seth rotated the grip, slashing the sword through the air past what was visible to the naked eye. In a second, the yellow of the hat soared off his blade and was reduced to mere ribbons, fluttering through the air between him and Opus.

“What a ******** let down.” He remarked in a mere whisper, positioning himself like a panther about to launch at his prey yet again, seemingly paying no mind to the pistol with a dead aim at his head.

Before he could move, however, Dixon caught him sidelong and immediately steered him for the wall. Seth grunted when he hit brick, but didn’t bother struggling underneath the expanse of Cain’s arms, hold on the katana immediately falling listlessly at Seth’s side. Briefly, Seth stared down Cain with some surprise, plenty aware he was now sharing the same heat with the bar owner. The intensity of his sight dulled when Cain showed him the ruined cigarette he had unknowingly split.

“Oh, well that’s good then.” He responded calmly, sounding oddly levelheaded in comparison to the way he was moments before Cain took his attention. He scratched at the back of his head, messing up an already unruly mop of shaggy dark hair, before replacing his red hood over his ears. “Hey, what’s he to you anyway? Can I kill him?” He asked in the same amount of regard as if asking for a draft of beer, pointing over to where Opus stood observing the two.




★❜ THE BLACK SPARROWX ★❜ DIXON & OPUSX ★❜ HEALTH: 100%xxxxxxxxxxxxxx


lycain
commander yoo

[graphing calculator]

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AUT VINCERE AUT MORI ♟♙ EITHER TO CONQUER OR DIE ♟♙ LONG LIVE LEADER HADRIAN, MAY HE BRING GREAT GLORY TO THE UNITED REPUBLICS!
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LOCATION An Unnamed Café MOOD Alert COMPANY Aria/Kirakira, Baven, Troy
█ Ebony, although brilliant in a very traditional sense, isn't exactly the most adept person when it comes to reading the mood and other people. When everyone was being seated, Ebony did at least notice that Troy was not sitting at the table as quickly as everyone else did. He did not say a word before he walked away from the group to Ebony's disappointment. He frowned at his leaving but optimistically assumed that Troy was only going to the little boys' room and that he'd soon return.

"I can't believe you ate already." Ebony said to Baven while setting Troy aside in his mind for a bit. "I guess you don't expect that much of me to treat you out to a lunch every now and then!" Ebony joked, his eyes looking at Kirakira every now and then to hopefully get a smile or even one of her cute little girly laughs. "Aren't these paintings nice? My favorite one is the one where our Leader is in uniform." He salutes the portrait in an indirect message of admiration respect. Opposition to the regime might use someone like Ebony Laurence as an example of a brainwashed idiot, and/or someone who is so afraid of being arrested that they will say anything to glorify the Leader's name. Only the first one would ring true, of course, as every thing the Captain says about the Leader is said in great sincerity.

"I wonder if I could get one made of us! That would be pretty nift--"

Ebony feels cold water rain down upon him from the ceiling and his hair immediately begins to flatten on the top of his head and cover his face. "What on Earth..." Ebony stands up and looks around him as he brushes his hair away from his face just in time to see the screaming bourgeois scurry away in great haste so that the water would not ruin their fine clothes.

"Ebony! It's a fire!" Ebony hears Troy's voice, his head turning in an instant. We need to evacuate the premises and get miss Kirakira to safety!"

"Understood!" Ebony shouts through the sound of showering water. He pulls the chair out from underneath Kirakira in a blur, and before she can fall to the floor, he picks her up into his arms and carries her securely, all the while assuring her that she would be safe.

It did not occur to Ebony that there were no signs of fire, only that he had to save a Citizen from potential danger and that was all that mattered. "Baven, check inside the kitchen to see if anyone needs help! Troy, help escort the workers out and get them to safety! I'll take Miss Kirakira outside."

Without another word, the knight in shining armor darts up the stairs he leisurely strolled through just a few minutes prior. He pays no mind to the lighted pathways or the decor anymore. Once outside, he gently sets Kirakira down and bends down slightly so that he may look directly into her eyes. "Are you all right?" he asks concernedly, moving wet hair from her wig out of her face. "Did I hurt you at all?"
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AUT VINCERE AUT MORI ♟♙ EITHER TO CONQUER OR DIE ♟♙ LONG LIVE LEADER HADRIAN, MAY HE BRING GREAT GLORY TO THE UNITED REPUBLICS!
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Mintiia




SithMister_Byrd




commander yoo

[Kaijirai]

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There's no place for emotion on the battlefield.
Stay cool, follow orders, and eliminate the enemy.
That is all we have to do....
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As the ocean of innocent people seemingly parted willingly for Cerberus, his walk and stride moved uninhibited. It was like a dance that seemed to be back by a concerto, as people willingly moved either to the left or right in harmonious pacing with each of his steps, yet willingly turned back around to get a glimpse of what the man happened to be carrying with him. He would have almost been deemed a heart throb in terms of look if his face wasn't always plastered with such an unapproachable demeanor. Still, that made no difference to some people. Along the other side of the square, perpendicular to Cerberus' location came the mechanical clanking of heavily armed soldiers. Analyzing their approach from where he was, he could tell that it might have been armored escort personnel, as their walking pattern seemed indicative of the procedure used to guard someone's left and right flanks. They executed this pattern to a T, unflinchingly and with seemingly no error which gave way to the theory that they were not at all natural. Of course Cerberus wasn't natural himself, yet at the same time, his mental process had not at all be altered in any way which still left him with a free will. As the envoy moved towards his position with decisive pacing, Cerberus could tell it was someone coming to see him. 'Incoming visitors 11 o clock.' He thought to himself, preparing to engage with someone socially. God, was this how he had been reduced to interacting with people now? His upbringing and dedication to training had left him almost mechanical in social respects. Ellise was the only one who got to know "Cerbie" as she almost always jovially ribbed him. To everyone else it was Sir Cerberus or Mr. Coldvice or, "Sir coldvice" as the voice called out to him. Immediately, the entourage which had been walking with the lady began an intercept pattern in order to allow for the two parties to meet up. Who came to meet him was a surprise. A cabinet member nonetheless, in the open. As the woman invited herself to travel with Cerberus, a situation which would have made most other soldiers uncomfortable regardless of rank, Cerberus simply shrugged it off. "Indeed I am..... Lady Yallae" He agreed. It seemed that there would be more to follow, yet there wasn't. This was classic Cerberus, as concise as possible, he never volunteered unnecessary information and wasn't in the least verbose.

As they continued on, the Cybernetic duo that she had brought with her, following behind, Eosiria continued to speak, divulging her tracking of his progress. This definitely was news to Cerberus. He had always known that people were well informed about them and their doings, however, he had no idea that they kept up to date knowledge on progress to this extent. She had stated that she had been keeping a special monitor on his progress, to which was much more than expected. To this, Cerberus did his equivalent to beaming proudly which was to simply raise an eyebrow. An odd expression, yet at the same time, Cerberus really wasn't into wasting energy for facial expressions. It was the closest that most people would ever get to him outright being happy. One thing that might have made him even happier to hear this was the monotone and flatness in it's delivery. The fact that Lady Eosiria was so even keel and emotionless gave her reports much more credibility. It made it feel as if it was coming from a computer rather than a person, which is how Cerberus enjoyed receiving information. People after-all were so flawed that almost any information relayed to them was subject to eschewing due to personal injection of feelings and ideas. As they kept moving forwards, he unflinching gaze forward left the conversation nice and detached which was perfect for Cerberus as he didn't enjoy the feeling of making people uncomfortable with his own aloofness when they tried to be engaging with him. This was like conversing on easy mode. "Thank you, Lady Yallae. I only do the best that I can, and then I improve upon that... I haven't been to a training session in a very long time, a sin that Hadrian simply has learned to expect from me and forgive, so I am to note that you have been surveying my performance on the battlefield itself, am I correct?" He asked rhetorically. Cerberus didn't do training much anymore, to him, the best training was live combat itself. It was simply more efficient, whatever mistakes didn't get you killed, would often be MUCH more impactful in providing feedback, than from any training program. This was one thing that differentiated Cerberus from most of the first brigade. He spent his time out on the battlefield with the lower brigades who actively engaged rebels, instead of the HQ and civilian towns and hangouts. The fact that he was seen in a public setting that didn't have mortar shells going off and laser based weaponry flying through the air was a rarity. Back to the matter at hand, he knew that if this was the case, then the government had been keeping close tabs on the happenings on the war-front. All of the deaths, the corpses being desecrated, the squads that needed backup yet were wiped out anyways. It seemed like it might have been one big game of human chess to them. Had Cerberus been a more curious man, he would have inquired about Ellise' death, yet he simply left that out. Instead he kept his thoughts on the matter to a minimum as they headed towards Epsilon.

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commander yoo

[miisuto]

MARICELA xxDAVENPORT
&&. mood:: slightly bemusedxxx &&. location:: unnamed cafexxx &&. company:: aria, ebony (troy and baven too technically)

Click. Maricela loaded the cartridge into her sniper rifle before turning it over in her gloved hands one last time, inspecting it for any defects. Finding none, she silently moved toward the edge of the indoor terrace and used the glass railing's width as support for the barrel of the gun. She angled it downward, keeping her right eye on the scope at all times. Nearly five stories below, her target stood motionless, back turned to her. She hesitated for a second, making sure everything was in place. Target? Check. Aim? Check. Element of surprise? Check. Breathe in, breathe out. She moved the barrel a millimeter left. Perfect. Her index finger latched on to the trigger.

A huge explosion sounded below as the metal dummy burst into flames. Its head, completely detached from its neck, rolled onto the ground. Maricela straightened from her crouching position and smiled very slightly. The new sniper rifle was a success. One of her old instructors stood behind her, watching silently. When she was done, he smiled but shook his head at the same time. "Impressive Maricela, but was the fire really necessary?" "Better safe than sorry sir." She replied before handing him the rifle and giving a small curtsy before leaving the training room. Not wishing to stay inside the Brigade headquarters any longer when the weather was so nice outside, Cela changed swiftly back into her civilian clothes and exited the building.

Sibitene was a city that was always bustling with activity, and Maricela loved wandering around and observing everyone go to and fro from their errands. Nobody gave the petite girl with brown hair a second glance as she walked by. After all, why should they? Without her guns and spy gear in tow, she looked exactly like any of them. That was one of the advantages of being part of the espionage team. No one knew who she was, and she could move about as freely as a child in their midsts.

As usual, she had absolutely no idea where she was going. But this was the kind of city where one didn't exactly have to look hard to find something interesting. And within a few minutes, Maricela indeed stumbled upon a scene that caused her to pause and look again. For a moment, she thought she was mistaken. Right across the street was that girl idol who's name Cela couldn't remember, and there was a man standing right next to her...Ebony? What the hell was he doing out in public with a superstar? A swamp of people suddenly bustled past her, decked out in expensive clothing and wailing something about a fire. Cela squinted harder at the building. Nope, she couldn't smell any flames at all. But of course Ebony had to go and play the knight in shining armor anyway. She supressed a smile and shook her head. Typical.

Cela was always weary of hanging out with the First Brigade members in public. After all, she didn't want to draw attention to herself. Except there weren't many people anymore (they had all fled from the supposed fire) so she took the risk and went across the street. She gave the idol girl-still couldn't remember her name-a small nod of acknowledgment before turning to Ebony and staring at him. "Hey Ebony, I hate to burst your bubble, but you might want to take a look around. There's no fire." She gave him the 'aren't you glad i saved you from yourself' face and then turned her attention toward the building. As for what was really going on in there...time to find out, right?







commander space jesus




commander yoo




SithMister_Byrd




Mintiia

[lycain]

LOCATION: OUTSIDE THE BLACK SPARROW, ATLIAS MOOD: Annoyed F@#~’s TO GIVE: Several

"Oh sure, then when you're done you can go kill Hadrian on the back of a unicorn. Of course you can't F***ing kill him." Dixon replied sarcastically letting both arms down, one to flick the useless cig away then crossing them both between over his chest. His sleeves were pushed up to the elbow exposing some of the hardware at the joint. The left was entirely mechanical but the right still had a significant amount of original muscle and flesh to it with the major replacements hidden beneath the skin. There weren't any bones any of his limbs anymore that weren't metal while the majority of his spine and rib cage had also been replaced, a matter of of necessity after his 'little jump'. The synthetic skin overlaying his left are was a perfect match colour and texture to the real flesh of his right and while it provided all the sensory data to his nerves via an electronic micro-network, or so he had heard it called, it didn't feel the same as real touch. There was an shallowness to any contact it met with compared to that of his right, yet it was the stronger of the two arms. Despite the effective attempt to have the arms both look normal some metal 'threads' tattooed the skin around the elbow where three small rivets and a metal plate reinforced the joint. It had been very efficient at elbowing people back in the day while now it did just as well when he forgot to turn the hob off and leaned against it. They didn't register pain thank goodness otherwise things would have got very uncomfortable very quickly at those times.

Dixon took a step back trusting in Seth's apparent composure for better of for worse.
"Opus is my oldest friend. Try not to piss him off, he look like he's swallowed a lemon when he's angry." He hadn't realized he had been holding his breath until he let out a sigh. With Seth calmed there was only Opus to convince now; fighting here was the last thing he wanted not least between these two. Their personalities were polar opposites on almost all counts so the longer he could keep the separated.....the worse it was going to be when something sparked one of them off. Brilliant.

"Opus," the bartender called back over his shoulder "Seth here's not going to attack again, are you?" Dixon raised an eyebrow towards the younger of the men in challenge before slowly stepping out of the way. Really there shouldn't have been a reason to trust him. Really there wasn't a reason to trust him. Really...Dixon just couldn't help but trust him.

"because I'm damned if I have to clean this alley one more time." It was a lighthearted joke but only half a lie. the amount of fights that used to take place out here was ridiculous.

commander yoo

the sharkette

[one smol cat]

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Aria has had emails dealing with these sorts of things before. "You're not getting this right, bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh..." Or... "The way you did _____ is totally wrong!" There's some constructive criticism in there, both on her acting abilities which have something to do with her, and details on the movie itself. But those would be sent to the production staff. It's not her place. The others are just bundles upon bundles of fan mail and hate mail. Oh, and some nice gifts too... It's no longer been a huge deal since there were so much of them. For now, it was as best as she can make it. A job is a job, even if it's just acting in a movie. Haters gonna hate.

Sandwiches are nice...cake also sounded pretty good. Something sweet is rewarding after performing in a boring talk show that somehow people find entertaining. Obviously because she's there, but still. At least she wasn't subject to the First Brigade's strict dieting regimen. Of all places in Sibitene, she had never been to this particular place. Mavis would recommend anything as long as the food's good, but they generally tend to be rather conspicuous. This place? Who knows. The interior was quite unsettling. It's as if the subjects of the portraits are looking down on them. Judging them. But there were no stray eyes on the idol. "I don't think I will..." she mutters, almost slipping to her normal tone. So this is Ebony's favorite place... Not attracting attention is nice...she's got going to complain about that. She'll have to convince him that she can pay on her own.

But she's not oblivious to the sounds around her. One of them said something about...already eating? Couldn't be held, maybe. Can't blame the guy. Maybe he'll change his pants... The other one seemed rather irritated and bored to begin with, probably increasing more with her presence...

The once dry café now had a chance of rain and squealing nobility. Kirakira raises an eyebrow. No smoke, no fire...! And her wig is getting wet! Just what is- "Haa...!?" she squeaks, having the chair pulled from under her to be bridal-carried up to the exit. This position she's in is rather concerning...! "No...I'm...not. I'm okay. I'm fine, really!" Flushing lightly, she averts her gaze, grabbing at his wrist. The less her face is being touched, the better. Her eyes instead dart towards the streets. There's going to be people looking...and oh look, there is the one of the first passerbys coming up to them! One that knows the Captain, to boot.

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AND ALL THE WAYS I GOT TO KNOW × YOUR PRETTY FACE AND ELECTRIC SOUL

[commander yoo]

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Eosiria was not one to care about the opinion or comfort of others in and out of conversation, and so rarely paid mind to how she was received by brigade members. But even she understood well that to many, whether they were of low status or even members of the cabinet, she was rather intimidating. It certainly wasn't rare that her presence made others uncomfortable or strained. Yet interestingly enough, Cerberus remained completely calm and impartial, though did keep a respectful choice of dialogue. Regarding his character, his files stated that he had rather underdeveloped social skills and was not entirely keen on conversation. The first cabinet position did not mind this entirely, but took mental notes, storing them in her genetically modified brain.

"Affirmative." Eosiria responded, keeping her pace and tone of voice even. "I closely follow the progress of all of the first brigades. It is not uncommon for certain soldiers to reach a peaking point and cease improving. You, on the other hand, show aptitude for further development, and rarely allow yourself time for tranquility and well-deserved interlude."
Cerberus was certainly well-known in brigade headquarters, and was keenly looked upon by officials. His dedication on the battlefield was a rare trait to see, and brought a great deal of inspiration for brigades of lower status to follow in his lead.

"Not many soldiers share such a disposition." It wasn't exactly a secret that the war was taking a moral toll on the brigade members. Hadrian Sceras was able to fuel the hearts of his troops to fight until their last breath, but the soldiers that did not glorify their Leader seemed less optimistic. The rebels weren't poorly set, and their numbers were growing rapidly. While they were certainly at a disadvantage in terms of weaponry and air fleets, they were capable of making strong tactical choices and gaining the upper hand within the conflict. Their victory, of course, was impossible, no matter how long the war stretched on. Losing was inevitable, it was only the question of how many lives would go to hell doing so. Not that this greatly concerned the woman. To Eosiria, the rising death toll of both brigades and rebels was just a number and a factual statistic. They were pawns in her and Hadrian Sceras' reign, and sacrifices to the further prosperity of the World.



✘ ON WAY TO EPSILONX ✘ CERBERUSX ✘ HEALTHYxxxxxxxxxxxxxx


Kaijirai

[commander yoo]

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Troy could barely hide the amusement on his face as Ebony lit up like a light bulb, ready to lead his people into freedom. Doing his best to stand firm and serious, Troy shot up a hand to his forehead in form of a salute.
"Yes sir!"
He watched Ebony scoop Kirakira up into his arms and gallop down the watery halls towards the exit, at which point Troy finally let loose and allowed a rare sheepish grin to take form on his face. He was near drenched in water, but it had all been completely worth it. He hardly had the guts to suppress his laughter, even as he stared Baven dead in the eye, wondering if the vice-captain had figured his scheme out yet or not.
"You can thank me later." Troy sneered, before spinning on his heels and following in Ebony's steps. By now the restaurant was near empty, only the serving staff and cooks were frustrated over the absence of any forms of fire and by the sudden discharge of the alarm. Troy was eager to hit the dust before they noticed his bullet lodged in one of their peculiar devices, otherwise he would have to do more talking.

Bounding outdoors, the scene that unfolded was almost as hilarious as it must have been mortifying for miss Kirakira herself. Whatever prince-charming was doing, it looked like it deserved to be illustrated in a story-book, but the idol's confused expression made it all the more hilarious. Chucking back laughter, the racer decided to finish playing his part and offered his captain another firm salute.
"The area is cleared! Hadrian would be proud, capt--Maricela?" The boy breathed, caught off-guard by the female's sudden presence. It wasn't exactly her turning up that drove fear into him, but more the fact that she was going to knock some sense into Ebony. Taking a few steps to hide behind his captain, Troy huffed in a disapproving tone.
"Are you blind? There was fire clear and day, just in the kitchen! But everything's been extinguished now... And everyone's saved, thanks to our Captain's bravery!" Troy clenched a fist and struck his own chest to illustrate the majestic bravery of his leader, while simultaneously giving Maricela a don't-tell-him look behind both Ebony's and Kirakira's backs.




✘ CAFEX ✘ BAVEN, KIRAKIRA, EBONY, CELAX ✘ HEALTHYxxxxxxxxxxxxxx


SithMister_Byrd


commander space jesus


miisuto


Mintiia

[commander yoo]

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At first, Opus had been alerted, but Dixon approached the stranger like he was nothing more than an old friend, and the assassin's disposition changed entirely. What kind of a sociopath this was, the rebel leader did not know, but he holstered his weapon and instead strolled back to the wall, picking up the sheet of paper he and Dixon had been working on off the floor and gently filing the dust off. It was no secret that he found the strangers' commentary annoying - disrespect and ignorance irked the rebel, but he wasn't going to argue with someone who clearly wouldn't listen.

At Dixon's attempt to make peace, Opus only leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. The lemon comment had gotten a snicker out of him, but he was still drilling this "Seth" guy with a judging look.
"What peculiar company you keep, Dixon." Opus sighed, before running a pair of fingers through his hair. While assassination attempts were not exactly rare business, especially to a rebel leader, he hadn't exactly had one executed by a friend's friend before. Besides, this guy looked like trouble. Whenever someone talked about murder with ease meant he had his hands dirty with something, and Opus had enough on his plate already.




✘ THE BLACK SPARROWX ✘ DIXON, A SETHX ✘ HEALTHYxxxxxxxxxxxxxx


lycain

[the sharkette]

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Returning his sword to the scabbard strapped over his back, the young dueler exchanged Opus’ dirty look with his own angry stare, flame renewed, but said nothing as Dixon voiced his biting irony. Seth momentarily looked upwards in a clear indication of rolling his eyes, but kept true to Dixon’s speech, keeping his posture passive without reaching back for his sword. “I didn’t ruin your stupid alleyway.” Seth muttered like a petulant child, looking down at the weeds poking through the cement between him and Dixon. He wondered if the barman remembered that night when they first met as much as Seth did. When he had first come to Atlias, taking shelter from the rain in the alley, and ending up fighting a raccoon for a scrap of fruit. The raccoon won, and Seth was left mulling over his defeat in the sour-sweet odor of garbage before Dixon found him. It was the first time Seth preferred the aroma of cigarette smoke over anything, and when the man's mouth curled into a smirk…

"What peculiar company you keep, Dixon."

“And ******** you too.” Seth spat back, shoving his hands in his pockets. His potent gaze flicked upwards, staring at the man’s eyepatch for some time. It couldn’t be mistaken, this was Opus alright. Seth thought back to all the stories he heard since the age of sixteen. How the man had single-handedly destroyed an entire fleet of Brigades. It made Seth giddy just thinking about it, his whole body thrumming with nervous energy. Soon enough he was laughing breathlessly again, as he sauntered up to Opus. The man was rigid and unemotional as a statue, cold and calculating eye looking back at Seth fearlessly. Seth’s gaze lingered beyond the broken lens, observing as close as Opus would allow, closer than what was considered comfortable.
“I see now!” Seth exclaimed, like he had just made a scientific breakthrough, in between his strange sort of hyena giggling that would set anyone on edge. “Opus, the man who destroyed thousands of lives… Hey, do you get nightmares of those days?”

Flicking his hair away, Seth moved his torso backwards and raised his shoulders in a shrug. “S’not that I really care, I just wanna know how breakable of a person you are. Because I will break you.” Faster than a snap judge decision, Seth’s voice changed from the curious, boyish lilt of a joke, to the curt and darker tones he had first spoken with earlier. “Right before I kill you, of course.”

Tilting his head to look past his shoulder and back at a disapproving Dixon, Seth murmured out a brief spell of creole - a language often spoken in the slums where Seth resided as a child. The way in which he emphasized his words sharply made it sound like something particularly not nice. Before Seth uttered anything else, his attention immediately veered when the back door jarred open and Ace padded into view, slobbery tongue hanging out. The dog came to an abrupt halt when he noticed Seth, his tail waving dramatically. Seth seemed to turn into a whole different being when he saw the dog. They immediately leapt for each other at the same time. both of them barking and howling as they wrestled on the ground, before Seth lapsed into great waves of cackling on his back with the dog's weight on top of him, Ace licking at Seth’s throat and the underside of his chin when his doggy efforts of getting what was under the mask proved null.


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commander yoo

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An unseen shiver ran down Dixon's back at hearing the young man's words. Not about the alley, about the murder. He spoke about it so easily, so unaffected by the implications; was it really the same person he'd found so close to hypothermia he'd almost begged for something warm to drink? Dixon didn't regret his actions that day bringing him inside away from the wet, harsh street and offering what he could in the way of food. And sarcastic rebuke for not just coming in the front door asking for help. Neither could he say that the day would not come where would regret doing just that. The man was a creature to himself, cold, almost alien and most definitely terrifying at times. Still there was a pull of curiosity which kept Dixon from turning around every time the mask wearing psychopath showed up for a conversation, which prodded him into pushing Seth more and more with liberties. Who was Cain to know if one of his comments wouldn't snap the man into trying to cut his head in two.

""What peculiar company I keep? Didn't the mirror give you a hint of that years ago old friend?." If Seth and he had met under strange circumstances then the birth of his relationship with Opus was down right bizarre. almost two decades had pasted since their first meeting on the streets of a city rife with homeless miscreants, Dixon among their ranks while Opus....well Opus had a nice new uniform and a lovely brainwashed young head on him. Patrolling the streets as a young brigade intern their paths had crossed in less than polite conversation before ending in a chase half way across the city. Dixon had only just managed to get away catching onto the top of a public people transporter whilst flipping the bird in solemn farewell. The next time they met had been very, very different. Drug's dealers, bullies, dicks walking the streets harassing anyone and everyone regardless of their age. Seeing Opus stand up to six of them alone just for one street brat no higher than his hip was enough to spark comradeship, seeing him beaten down but not give in had sparked anger. They had both come out of that fight black with impacts from feet and fists but they had come out. Six vs one was a death wish, six vs two was just normal stupid. And after that? Well, the rest was history for all it's laughter and tears.

Ace padded through triggering a scene Dixon had come to expect whilst never come to comprehend. If the two were of the same species they would have been brothers...or worse. he shook the thought clear of his head not wanting the image to linger. It was an uncomfortable though visualizing Seth with a lover not least through concern for said imaginary figure's well being. As the two played like brother pups Dixon retreated to Opus's side running a hand through his sandy hair to move it out of his eyes. In the daylight they stood out like bright purple flowers set within his face. Their cybernetic nature plain as day due to his hesitance to change their colour to something more natural, something more...familiar.

"Could have been me Opus. could have been me." He muttered when close enough with only half belief in his heart. It would have taken more than just the streets to do that to a person, but life was so much more than the streets.

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Oh hello, Opus. So she could have said but decided not to. He's busying himself with the smoker-bartender that is Dixon Cain. Instead, he and the other Liberators each receive a look of acknowledgement.

"Hey." Seeing that Dixon left and took his cigarettes with him, Tenné slumps over the bar counter and motions towards another available staff. "Gimme something really sugary. Not diabetes." Glucose runs her prostheses, or so she says. As she was no longer part of the First Brigade, so was her strict diet regimen. Means she can go back to eating what she loves. Not a bad perk, but it could have been received through other ways.

Instead of alcohol, a can of melon soda is placed in front of her eyes. Better to have a sugar rush than stumble drunk, perhaps. With her back upright, Tenné grabs the can, her fingers in to pop open the tab. The fizzy liquid is poured into her mouth as her attention is shifted towards Ada and Stella. Especially Stella. "So I've heard that someone here has a new boyfriend," she sneers. " Congratulations."

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As they continued to pass through the square, ultimately exiting it in favor for open walkways which lead up to metal jungles of suspended passages, Cerberus continued the "conversation" between the two. Although he didn't enjoy conversing with people casually, it was always something to pass the time, yet he never quite developed the skills to really be an interesting participant in verbal exchanges unless it was during combat. His ultimate reaction to small talk was about the same, 'If you have time to chat, then there is obviously something that you aren't accomplishing.' As Cerberus listened to her explanation, he simply responded with a bit of his philosophy wrapped up in concise delivery. "I don't need to rest. If I'm the most capable one in this army, then the more I do, the more gets done. Simple as that." His eyes also scanned the sides looking at the two Yallae bots who seemed to be following, now adding Cerberus to their tactical escort formation. The fact that she had two such robots under her control was a little bit concerning. They did not seem to be human at all, something which seemed good, however, in the mind of someone who was familiar with things going wrong, it was a disaster waiting to happen. If Hadrian ever decided to simply create an entire force of bots like this and they somehow fell under the control of someone else, then things would definitely turn very quickly. The rebels had some talented people in their ranks. Cerberus knew, he had been fighting them constantly afterall. Such improvised talent and skill truly surpassed that of what they had in the Republic given the technological advantage we held over them. The fact they had managed to survive, and not only that, but amass victories in certain battles could be a testament to their will to survive. Of course, Cerberus, while in admiration of this, knew that they had to die in order for a world of organization and peace to fruition. The world needed unification, and with rebellions and breaks in this, there was a great threat of total anarchy. As the politician and soldier walked, they found themselves passing through, and coming closer and closer to the hover-tram system which was to take them to Epsilon.

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Ada toyed with a loose thread on her jumper while Astella ordered coffee, scones and an egg. Stella said she ordered something for Ada too, and that she remembered she enjoyed sweet things - Ada grinned. "N'aww, thank you - that was very sweet of you, darling," she chuckled, mentally berating herself for her own horrible pun. She felt a bit bad for making her friend pay for everything, but then again, she only had her credit card on her, and it would be a hassle to pay for it herself. Oh well, she'd buy Astella some cute clothes later on to make up for it. Ada wasn't at all particular about her appearance - she couldn't be, as she was, after all, a member of an elite rebel force, and was usually covered in dirt, blood, sweat, or all three combined - but she did enjoy looking fabulous when she could afford it. She had a repressed sense of style, and if she hadn't been part of the Liberators she would most definitely have made an excellent fashionista.

As if she were reading her mind, Astella then asked where they'd be going after they'd eaten - Ada pursed her lips for a moment and considered their options. "Well, there's this great little place downtown which has got bargains pretty much all the time. Mostly bootleg brands, but you wouldn't know it from the quality. We could go to the mall, if you like - Marcie's is having a sale on Winter clothes. Depends what you're after, pet." She eyed the guy behind the bar, thrumming her fingers impatiently on the counter. There was something sugary headed her way and she wanted it now. She was distracted, however, when Astella informed her that she needed help picking out a dress - because she'd finally accepted a date. Ada stared blankly at her friend for a fraction of a second, contemplating whether she ought to be excited, concerned, or jealous - it'd been so long since Astella had spoken about guys, or girls, or anything like that for that matter. Not since... well, not since Ada's dickhead brother went and dumped her for the Brigades. After a moment's careful consideration, which barely lasted long enough to be noticed by her counterpart, Ada decided that excited would be best response for Astella's news, and then raised both eyebrows and beamed surprisedly at her friend, who was giving her the details on her new suitor.

"Wow, Stell, that's great! He sounds charming." Tenné piped up too, seconding Ada's congratulations - if a little sarcastically. Ada had been so caught up with mooning over Stella's new prospective boyfriend that she barely noticed when the bartender placed their food in front of them - she noticed it now, though, and practically fell upon the blueberry scone, cutting it open and slapping butter all over it before taking a big bite and trying to stifle the last slivers of jealousy with the sweetness of the pastry. Astella was her friend - her best friend, someone she'd known and trusted for years. She'd become like a sister to Ada - so why was she jealous of this new boy who'd suddenly and unexpectedly arrived on the scene? It was stupid, and it was high time she put those kind of thoughts to rest. Astella said that she'd be paying for today as long as Ada drove her to the mall - Ada was barely listening, but pulled herself back into reality in time to nod and say, "Of course," in between bites. She noticed Dixon and Opus heading out the back door of the bar, and Ace following with his tail wagging and his ears pricked soon after, but didn't think too much of it.

Ada couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when Stella mentioned her own love life. "Pffft - Lord knows, dear. I can't really say I'm all that fussed." she said in reply to the question of dates. It was the truth, too - Ada kept herself busy with training and fighting for the rebel cause, and, in failing that, her plants; the thought of romance never really crossed her mind. If anything, the idea of it bored her - after all, who could find the time these days to be bothered with a significant other? Ada waited while Astella finished her food, her legs crossed and her chin in her palm. When Stella's plate was empty, she grinned and said, "Right, chuck me your keys and we'll go dress hunting. Honey, I'm gonna make you a star," with an affected old-timey New York accent towards the end. As an afterthought, she turned her gaze to Tenné and added, "Don't suppose you'd like to tag along?" the idea was a strange one, since Ada knew how involved Tenné was with her gaming most of the time and she didn't at all strike Ada as the kind of girl who went mooney over dresses and shoes; but it would be polite to ask, anyway.
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