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 Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 10:31 am
Eripse mulled it over. She had no real clue where to go, or what nest to kick... So... She'd explore. Watch. Observe.
Spreading her wings, she'd cast herself to the winds, flying high and far, eyes keening to and fro... Sensitive, she'd pick up on anything major... To the side, she saw the still somewhat burning radio station. A good idea, but not a smart one. It was burning, and had no explination to being there. Instead she'd look for looting, protestors... Red eyes opened and closed much like a hawks as she dangled from her wings, body relaxed and limp, Unusual for one in flight. Usually the body was held with control, carried with precision... She did not. She hung, like a rag doll, at the whim of the wings and wings...
(I should get a prize for three consecutive first page posts. biggrin )
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 11:08 am
Naturally, one of the most interesting places around here for information would be the Southern part of the city. She'd have to be careful if she wanted to come out of that place in one piece- Aekean authorities were sparse there, and there wasn't much help for it if she got... accidentally shot at.
The black market was a place that wasn't entirely safe. But then again, where around here was safe at all?
She'd have to sort of wade through the crowds down there if she wanted any viable information, since most of the deals happened inside the buildings. Though police activity here was low, she'd still have to be careful not to pull any firearms or kill anyone in public. That would just suck, and get her in trouble.
Naturally though, there were people from RI here as well... they just didn't wear any identification. As Roth said though- she'd know when one of them was within five feet of her. In any event, maybe it was time for her to go down instead of stay up.
Besides, someone might feel like an a** and try to...
zzzt
...Shoot her down. Just great... something passed about two inches from her right wing, clipping a few feathers. Whoever it was, he was using a silenced weapon and had good aim. Perhaps someone didn't like her in the air... or just didn't like her.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 11:13 am
Eripse's clipped feathers would waft a few feet through the air before turning into Ash, in a small display of smoke and embers. She would draw still, however stupid, hovering in the air a good six or seven feet above the nearest building, the crowd milling beneath her.... And then....
She drops. Like a stone. Wings lifeless, trail behind her, down to about three feet from the crowd, before they flawlessly pull to her torso and her hands snag a flagpole, hanging out across the crowd. This is used to slow her, not stop her, as she swings from it smoothly, body twisting in a mid-air pirouette as she'd slide into the crowd, without disturbing a single patron's step. An Eye for windows, it seemed.
Now that the crush and press of bodies ruined her vision, she would walk with her head down, tuning out the hustle and bustle, and seeking the finer things... Snippets of conversation were picked up as she passed doors, unworthy ones discarded quietly, and other given a half an ear.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 1:13 pm
Hopefully, one of those finer things would be that someone was following her. See, this place was full of prosthetic users, here to get their parts an... interesting upgrade. This black market had gotten out of control since the rioting and terrorist attacks started.
And it seemed that one of them didn't entirely like someone being in what he thought was their territory. So with the silenced weapon still in hand and his robotic right eye zeroing in on Eri's heat signature and position, it wouldn't be long before he shot again.
In the middle of the crowd. At his target.
Hey, he was determined.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 2:06 pm
Eripse would pause next to a doorway, listening intently, only to speak softly.
"Stop right there, or I'll pump a hole in your chest enough to make your chest cavity into a guitar with the leftover wires."
Beneath limp sleeve(How'd that happen?) Shotgun peeked ominously.
"I ain't here for trouble, I'm looking to buy."
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 2:10 pm
The guy just smirked as he continued pointing the silenced pistol towards Eripse. "Heh... what're ya doin' in a place like this, lady? You know this isn't entirely safe, especially for non-synthetic personell." He had a half-crazed grin on his face. Looked like he was actually a bit coherent.
"Might I ask though what you're buying? I might be able to help you. Mind you, it'll hurt... bad. Most operations for synthetic parts usually do."
Piece of advice, or threat? She would have to decide.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 2:18 pm
Eri would turn, stowing the weapon over her available shoulder, revealing the lack of an arm with which to hold it. She looked good, for what she was. Left arm had vanished at the shoulder, a soft pale nub of scar tissue, feathers covering the surrounding area.
"I think it's fairly obvious what I'm looking for. Pain isn't a problem." Her eyes glared at him from behind the glasses. "I got something to do that I need both of them for, out of here."
Now, wasn't she forgetting prosthetics couldn't leave Aekea? Her eyes were level, stern, aggressive. Her weapon was obvious, open. Ballsy? Perhaps not. After a moment she'd lower it to the ground, leaning on it like a cane. Right leg, where visible, would appear mangled. Burn-scarred, featherless.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 2:25 pm
The guy lowered his weapon, a bit hesitantly and warily.
"Aww... Thought you were whole. You sure that's not a trick? People around here don't like being lied to, y'know. 'S not right, even in this part of town. Then again... there's no way you can really prove that to me, is there?"
He lowers his weapon completely now, walking back into the crowd.
"C'mon- follow me. I know a guy."
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 2:31 pm
Eri slid the gun up and back into the limpid sleeve, And drew a cane from the inside of her jacket, following the man steadily... Yes, she limped, but not entirely... The cane was a safety, held an inch above the ground to steady her should she faulter. Her fingers tense on the sharp curves of the handle in a minor lapse of annoyance...
"A man, hm?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 2:44 pm
He shrugged and said, "Yeah. He's human- in fact, he's the only human we allow in these parts. Takes good care of us, see? He's got all the good stuff, for some reason. High-quality, too. Odd thing is how he gets this stuff."
The man with the robotic eye shrugged and said, "I ain't one to judge, though. I just help people out around Aekea. Sometines that help involves eliminating the bad element, know what I mean?"
A dark chuckle. Was he a vigilante, a terrorist, a psycho, or a bit of all three? Heck, she wouldn't know unless she was able to dive into his head. If he had anything organic inside of him anymore.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 2:58 pm
Eripse wasn't telepathic, thus she could delve nowhere. She was a cooker, and a healer. Nothing more, nothing less. She'd pause, stretching quietly... "Yeah... No hard feelings." She murmurs, mulling the explinations over in his head, thinking about this man, about her choice... It was vital to know what she needed, before she bought it. The purchase might bring questions, and she had to answer questions about a purchase... Unless she could be impersonal.
To her guide, she would seem distant, lost in thought.
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 2:08 am
Soon, they reached a quiet little doctor's office. Neuman was the man's name, and he was a liscenced surgeon. Frankly, he had sympathy for those who had lost their limbs in accidents, and wanted to give them the best care possible. As to why he was set up here in the last place a man of his profession should be... well, that was for him to know and for Eri to find out.
Unfortunately, the first person they ran into was the secretary.
"Good afternoon, how can we help- oh, Gods... this is a pretty common case around here, but I can't help but feel bad about it. I'll get the doc in here, post-haste."
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 10:24 am
Eripse merely yawned and would, if able to find one, take a seat. If she couldn't find one, she'd make one, leaning against a wall and sitting on the ground.
"Mmm...." Jacket would be stroked and preened over, rather affectionately, as she watched the other man, her guide.
"So why did you shoot me?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 3:15 pm
The guy grimaced and said, "You invaded our territory. I don't entirely trust entirely whole people who just come here- people act like they own Aekea these days. The riots are all because of those uppity humans in the government, not to mention those lifeless bots... Yeah, you're not human. Then again, a lot of those in the Republic ain't human, either. I don't trust none of ya, and I'd rather have you dead than in the city."
He shrugged and said, "But you're okay... you've lost something. Been through s**t. We all have, down here.. So you're good with me."
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 3:24 pm
Eripse would raise a brow at that. "Not human? What am I then, huh? A wiggletoad from the sixth dimension? I bleed. I think. I eat. I'm as human as anyone else, boy." Her tone was rather controlled, dominant, despite the fact that she looked young enough to be his grand-daughter, the word 'boy' seemed fitting.
"Just because I don't look like you, doesn't mean I'm not." She huffs, feeling... scorned.
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