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 Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 11:40 pm
I wake up on a metal slab. Again. For a brief moment fear takes me over, that is until I realize that for the first time in years, my head didn't hurt. That I wasn't fighting.
Whatever, or whoever, did this to me needs to be thanked. I get up and abrumptly realize that I'm wearing nothing but the bloodstained sheet. I stay sitting and scan the room looking for what remained of my clothes. I almost miss the man sitting in the corner looking right at me. He didn't move. If it wasn't from the smoke coming from the cigar in his hand, he could have been a gargoyle, a ******** work of art.
The man says something, but I didn't hear it. What did he say? It has to be in here somewhere. Damn! I wasn't paying attention, the change is too much for me, I must be in shock. Quickly! What do I say? I scan the room again. Looks old, in disrepair. No corp then. And very likely not Yak. Frag! A solo then. But he doesn't look the part. There's no smugness to him. That look of acceptance doesn't belong on a solo's face. Doesn't belong to someone in this day in time for that matter.
I got to think of something to say. Something not hostile, but not to chummy. Gotta be clever, make him ask questions and get me in control of the situation. Ok, here I go:
"Hi."
Damn!
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 4:14 am
"Um . . . hi? You know you almost died on my doorsteps? Almost brought a world of annoyance to my feet to wade in, just what were you up to anyways? Not all that blood I cleaned up was yours." Ranewater asks, making sure that the man knew that it was him that saved his life.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 8:15 pm
"Yeah, sorry about that, didn't think I would pass out." I cover to stall some time to think up a cover story.
"I just got jumped by some fraggin' boosters and wandered around unable to see hoping to run into some badges that could help me out or something. Thought I would take a sit on some stairs and passed out." I finished with a look of worry pointing out that I still have no idea where I am.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 2:56 pm
"Well if that isn't a sad story . . . what were you doing around here anyways, most people avoid this area of Central unless they have business here. You run data for someone around here? I only ask because I found some seriously ******** up code running around your cyberbrain and I thought it might be some security ICE or something. Don't worry, I was only able to suppress it for a couple days or so, it'll be back. Just don't net dive for a bit." As Ranewater is talking, he never takes his eyes off of the man, not that he needed to, his sonic vision implants don't just go foward, its all around vision. But he sees the man flinch at a few keywords about his brain to make him wonder even more about the code flying up their
"Hey, why don't you come to my club with me, its opening up soon and my second in command is there. She's much better at this whole 'helping people' thing than I." He gets up to go to the door and holds it open to the man. Cade will know how to get it out of the man.
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 7:02 pm
Cyko walks in through hte sliding doors and looks around. He does not see a receptionist, so he simply speaks to anyone who listens,
"I have heard of this place. I have an interest in joining."
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 12:01 am
Ranewater and the man he fixed up stop at the base of the stairs. Another stranger walks in and announces his presence. Perturbed by the bad timing of the new visitor, Calder simply states:
"Sorry, we're closed for now, if you want to join the Ash Daughters, you can either leave and come back, or come with me. You ever been to Koto, the black cloud city? Well, that's where we're going. Hurry up and decide though, it's late and theirs work to do."
If I had a cred for every time I had to say that he thought to himself. Always so much work, never enough time. If his family was still alive, he would of frowned, but now his life is his work, his time, his proof of being.
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