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 Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 2:02 pm
In a world where the corporation 4CLANS rules supreme, there is a legion of underground rebels that are fighting to keep humanity from fading away into obscurity.
This is what it means to be a hunter.
Horsemen: artificial constructs created of fear and fused with runic technology or company employees
Students: average unhindered citizens, runic technology enhancements (google glass, cosmetic) or fear enhancements (tails/wings/cosmetics)
Hunters: humans on the run, weapons are ai/weaponry as you please, can be physical companions (runic robots) or etc.
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 12:14 am
Lurks Beneath
He is skin and bone, he is fear and technology, he is woe rained down on his enemies. He is cybernetic, an unholy terror to behold, a creation of a family that uses him as a weapon. He cleans the streets, he consumes the unwitting, he watches and he waits.
He lurks beneath.
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 12:22 am
Kostya
Syntax chirps a warning that there are units to his left, a brief pulse of red on his HUD to illuminate where they are. Three of them, more than he can handle, and so Kostya quietly ascends up the side of a wall with pinpoint precision, guided with the occasional blip for a foothold from his AI.
The terminal is close, but his nerves are getting the best of him, especially when two more units flicker behind him.
There's no back up to call, not with as thinly spread as they are, just a cyanide-pill in his helmet, ready to be deployed.
There are many types of Hunters, some more technologically proficient than others, but his own specialities lie in the destruction of sophisticated hardware, the kind of destruction that needs to be done up close. He flexes his hands in thin, synthetic gloves, runic technology buzzing almost against his skin.
They need to destroy this, but he is alone.
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 5:22 am
America
The units swiftly turned around as the building was rocked by an explosion on the other side, leaving only one little blip racing toward him. The neutral darks of her uniform were, as always, entirely negated by the brilliant braided streamer of her hair. It was fine, though. Where Konstantin destroyed with a close, delicate touch, America simply destroyed.
If she was sent somewhere, stealth was no longer the mission priority.
Passing by, she turned and greeted him with a fond, "Hurry the ******** up!"
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 5:26 am
Reese
At the scrapyard, Reese eyed her collected treasures in satisfaction. Yes, these would do well. Surrounding the area was the beginnings of a wall; low in places, tall in others, flickering TV screens, bricks, a vase full of dried flowers. There was a method to its madness, but it was something only she could see.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 1:39 pm
Jordan
A text window popped up on the HUD projected on his glasses. Unauthorized access attempt. They're trying to get in the back door.
"Looks like it's time to pack up. How long can you hold them out without letting them know they tipped you off?" Jordan tapped out a command, initiating shutdown, full wipe, and overwrite for the servers contained in the small and ratty office, then swept several folders into a backpack.
Five minutes enough? Ferros asked.
"Plenty. Best firewall ever," Jordan said, laughing. "I'll be out in three."
(:
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