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 Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 5:39 pm
Wil cursed himself silently, he knew these people were too important to simply kill them and not understand their purpose, his mind wondered some of the words this figure was saying Bro? What is a bro? He had to come up with something... project, that was important if he couldnt figure out what project he would have to make up something else that had his full attention... projects were often shunned if the higher ups didnt care for them didnt they? He had never been fond of politics...
"That would be good... I believe we have much to discuss." Bluffing might work... if not I can take him someplace isolated and... correct the issue. I might be able to use his clothing and... He stopped, from were he had come walked several other boys with the same emblem as Wil, they split up in a flanking pattern one of them walking the same path Wil had. To his credit, he managed to hide his half amused half worried expression and opened the door for Kite to step in, he paused the first boy he had killed had the name of Striker... he didnt know how he knew he just did and kept it in mind, using his own name wouldnt be good.
He paused, one of the random boys passing was afraid of him... afraid of the Gang symbol on his back. Gang... Organization of crime... how high up is this gang and how high up is this figure? He berated himself more then ever now... how had he been so stupid to not realize their was a symbol on his jacket... that was the point of the exercise though. What kind of exercise is this though?
Its a multipurpose exercise... They dont know about the outside world the world doesnt know about them what if you mix these two together? Would they flourish or fail? They are...
Is this room secure? Not one of them could hear us?
Why of course... our inhibitors protect that... look at this one here... 1540, not the strongest pysically but... its like he had evolved beyond the others in some of our... ah... more interesting talents they possess. Look... his chart... Speed, Accuracy, Stealth, Psionics, We could make assasins out of his kind yet... Soldiers are the cannonfodder of the group the true ones... we could test all this, find out how good they truly are.
Any danger?
You have seen them! How could they be killed by a petty thug when they can take down hardened marines with stacked odds?
I meant to the public and to us... if they found out what we have been doing, if anyone found out...
When have we ever cared about the public? We have the backings of some of the... shadows in the government, several IMPORTANT shadows... They cant touch us
Memory... deleted. Chance of total recall: 3.67% Chance of subliminal recall:
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97%
Have a Nice Day!
_System_Shutdown
((Miltary File excerp if you read it you have to be shot ninja ))
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 6:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 6:48 pm
((Oh its much worse... twisted imagine 50 of them blended into your own society as we speak... and each one killing to survive the public is bound to notice soon... how soon is up to the civilians as well as the creator, perhaps this is one of the major changes to begin once we flood Barton))
Wil looked around nodding his approval; quite the place his newfound... partner? had. He didnt stand instead leaned against one of the walls of the room. He had quickly memorized the password into the machine... the card he could get if he wanted too... All precautions, of course, if all went well this man would fall for his bluff that he was part of the gang, why wouldnt he? Well for starters Wil didnt even know who he himself was working for let alone who this man might be working for.
Taking the initiative he spoke, "First off... is this room secure?" He didnt know why that line sounded familiar... it just did and it sounded right for the situation. His demenour was calm and completely silent, an observant individual would have noted the strange way he made no sound at all when entering or moving for that matter. He didnt even seem to breath openly... if he hadnt blinked a moment ago he could have been mistaken for dead and even that he didnt do often.
Wil had a strange effect on the people who had his attention... often they could feel something besides his gaze boring into them, it made conversations with him somewhat awkward at times especially when he would reply before you had spoken... and not even realize you hadnt spoken at all.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 1:46 am
Bagel san Satisfied with what he accomplished for that evening Seiji was in a bit of a hurry to get back to his place to see about putting together a replica of the "battery" according to the plans he downloaded. Then cross-reference it with the other information he had on maximizing output and minimizing loss to try to improve on the design to make a energy source strong enough to run a whole house of electronics for a lifetime. Well for his lifetime anyways. some of those rich people that lived on eh north side of the city lived way longer with all their medical enhancements and what not.
Seiji pulled out his anti-virus key and dropped it in its proper pocket. He collected his empty ramen cup and half drank tea and dropped them in the recycling bin which promptly made a soft whirring noise and spat out a few coins. Simple system to keep the city clean, and make a little bit of change in the process. He gave a slight nod to the man behind the counter and gave a quick glance in the direction of the intently working Addams girl. Cute, but way to serious. He gave a grin t at this thoughts and proceeded to exit the cafe. He stepped out into the sidewalk and brushed his hair behind his left ear snagging his fingerless gloves on his earring. He fixed the snag quickly and dropped his hand into his jacket pocket.
He looked to his left towards the food shack and noticed a couple of gang members not to far off. They were frequent in this area but never gave Seiji any trouble. even though the symbol that was always visible on his clothing resembled a gang symbol it was in no way any affiliation with anybody but its wearer. Seiji walked past them catching slight mention of techno jargon. Not really worried about the conversation eh continued past the alley. a quick glance revealing Keiji crouched on teh ground picking up a numerous amount of devices. His silhouette against a red light down the alley almost seemed poetic. A weeping Father over his children in the pale red light. A keyboard broken and bloody at his side. Bloody? Must have been serious.
Seiji walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. the white fabric surprisingly of fine quality despite the typical financial status of the hobo .No wonder he threw a fit about the bullet hole. "Any casualties?" Seiji smirked a bit at his own sarcasm. The question was of no ill intent but it was the typical tone and attitude of most of Seiji’s conversations.
looks like i may be repairing instead of inventing tonight
((Well, Keiji was still inside of the 'net cafe. xd Ah well, I'll let it slide.))
Keiji was still cleaning up his tech goodies when along came Seiji. The two of them may not have seemed like it, however they were somewhat good friends. Much like a regular customer in a small business, they were well known and loved. I'm sure Seiji felt the same way about his little lab rat whom he gave his experiments to.
However, there was a pause in Keiji's movement as his right eye picked up a slight change in the perhaps missing lense. A hologram-esque lense soon fell over his eye like a curtain, and considering Keiji was always seen with a lense popped out, Seiji would most definetly notice if it was left in his gaze for long. Therefore Keiji turned his back to the elder young man and began to look around for any other tech supplies that may have fallen out of his pockets.
Naturally, to avoid suspicious, the young man of pink locks answered the other male within the alley. "My PSX (Not PS3 xd ) controller is missing, my keyboard shattered.. However my harem is fine; although Honoka was almost kidnapped. As you can see the fool who took her was not.. Successful." Keiji was nice, and polite with his reply to the elder boy. However his tone was much more serious, and his choice of words was alot different from his normal self. It was as if Keiji had a secondary personality within his mind. ..Typical of a hobo.
However, unfortunetly such was not the case. Information poured over his once missing lense, valuable data which was delivered by the heads of the Neo-Shinobi. No doubt it was concerning the released 'test subjects' which the government had released to the public. Naturally, the 'clan' which battled the government had quickly gotten information.
However, young Keiji's brow twitched slightly. He did not recieve enough information about his target outside of his appearance, and location. Everything else was virtually a mystery. There for, Keiji would indeed have to play ninja for once. As soon as the streaming data disappeared as well as the hologram, Keiji picked up his last piece of tech goodness and took his attention back to Seiji, pointing in the direction of the cafe the thugs had entered. "How about a bite to eat? My treat." A hobo having money for fast food? His idenity had to have become obvious right there!
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 12:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 1:08 pm
Wil thought for a minute, he didnt have any reason to lie... "Yeah a knife." He took it out and tossed it over the knife landing roughly next to the combat knife, normally he wouldnt trust anyone he could have more then one weapon but to not have a weapon would be more suspicious... play along.
"Very well we are protected as well as we can be so... fill me in, whats going on with the... project." He spoke the word project slowly still playing the part of paranoia, if he played it well enough the other man would have to force his hand to what "Plan" he meant. The chip in the back of Wil's neck buzzed him silently. So they are listening too...
Wil's did his best to imitate the posture of the boy he had killed, trailing him had let him to believe they slouched slightly and he crossed his arms over his chest the way one of them had been walking.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 1:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 3:25 pm
Bagel san ((wow talk about missposting.... oy ..I had assumed "ran away" meant outside razz , well at least it wasn�t too bad of a slip up. and I got a solution to the fast food/net cafe slip up))
Seiji smiled at the hobo taking a bit of notice of the holo HUD. It was simple design that didn't require a lot of energy but was definitely effective .Seiji had a similar that registered in his own glasses it wasn�t holographic but rather used the lens as a projection screen for the HUD. Seiji considered pirating the signal for his own curiosities but quickly remembered the warning he got last time he did that. Seiji was no idiot and he knew that his favorite victim customer was a member of some sort of major organization, but as always he tried to stay neutral to such political and social things. Seiji was all about the tech. It didn't matter to him that he gave half the stuff he made away or that he had to salvage tons of stuff from broken appliances and old electronics. He wasn't in it for profit or fame merely to test his mind by inventing and innovating.
Right now however his mental process had shifted. Free food was something that he never passed on. A bit odd that Keiji was offering to pay ,but it was a n enticing offer none the less. Sure, he had just eaten a bowl of ramen but that was hardly enough to fully satiate his hunger. A burger or some other variety of meat was very appealing and he nearly began salivating at the thought. "Sure I could eat. Why the sudden generosity though? Did one of your ladies talk you into it?" Another sarcastic remark. As before it was stated with no ill intent.
With the mention of the techno-femmes Seiji's mind recalled the list of things that were mentioned to him as missing or broken. "Easily fixed or replaced. I�ve got plenty of parts." This was an understatement. His apartment resembled a old salvage yard but instead of vehicles it was littered with silicone chips ,green electronic boards. computer implements of every variety and a plethora of discarded cases and appliances that stretched from the front door to the far wall in the back bedroom.
Seiji glanced in teh direction that Keiji had indicated and almost doubled over with surprise. "Tech hut?!! you want to go into Tech hut? well I guess you have your reasons and I wont turn down a free meal. But I�m sure to get odd glances in there. That place is all about the money and isn�t any better than the good old Wired. The food is overpriced too. You sure you want to pay?" The place was much flashier than the old rustic styled wired cafe that Seiji had named his second home. The Tinted glass and LCD Windows advertising their rates and quality were definitely much to tacky for Seiji's simple tastes. The door with its coded entry was merely a popularity scanner to know if you were part of the "in" crowd. The place was usually full of stuck up types even in this part of town. Elitism and popularity were a plague even to society in this supposedly advanced city. A further Proof that humanity will never change.
Tech hut. Come here so we can hate on you and inflate our egos!!
((No s**t. Everyone got confused just now. gonk -goes off to read the latest posts-))
While Seiji somewhat understood that the young hobo had his hands in a rather large less than legal organization, Keiji was oblivious to that fact. As far as Keiji knew, he had everyone fooled into thinking he was just another jobless hobo, or a punk who had run away from home. Such was why he dyed his hair that rediculous color. As far as he was concerned, pink was not the new black but.. That's what that damned American company Fire Topic had convinced everyone.
Therefore, Keiji took care when missions and things of the like came up. It was probably best that Seiji wasn't too interested, or else Keiji would likely overreact. When Seiji took shock in the fact Keiji wanted to head over to Tech Hut for once, Keiji waved his hand in the air slightly. There was a damn good reason he wanted to, and Seiji had guessed that.
"Who said I was paying?" Keiji asked his older friend rhetorically. (Hope I got the word right.) before walking off towards the building. Naturally, once he reached it, he approached the alley beside it, where he would find the back door to the building. Keiji tapped three times on the door, followed by two, then another four knocks.
Hoping to accomplish his business quickly before Seiji took notice, he lost his patients waiting for someone to answer the door and delivered a rather swift kick to the metal off blue door. Afterwards, someone opened it rather slowly, only to peak a mousey eye out at the world from it's dark cave. Sizzling food and frying french fries could be heard in the background as well as the chattering of customers.
"Keiji!" The beastly voice snarled, granted it was in a wired and suspicious manner. Overcome with paranoia! "I can't give you any free food, my dad'll kill me if he finds out I'm wasting money.." It would seem that the young lad who was speaking to Keiji was the son of the owner of Tech Hut.
Keiji only had one statement which would lead to his and Seiji's entry. "I have the latest." Now, of course, the mouse of a man's intial reaction was to slam the door shut. However, it took mere seconds before it creaked open again. "..Is it true it has an uncensored hentai dating-sim on it?"
Keiji only offered a grin as he withdrew the blue portable gaming device Seiji handed him earlier. Waving it in the air, just out of the male's reach Keiji responded quite smugly. "See for yourself."
A hairy arm reached out to snatch the gaming device away from the young hobo, only to have it yanked away once more. "We're coming in this time. Ready a few burgers, fries, and my usual booth." Keiji stated quite simply, and once more the door was shut again, as if Keiji was supposed to take it as a sign to go away.
However, Keiji was a shrewd little boy, perhaps a little more-so than Seiji was he was dealing otaku-crack. "I guess I'll be the first to.." Keiji didn't get the chance to finish his sentence as the door swung open and, perhaps not so surprisingly, a middle aged man who still suffered from acne pounced on him, showing to the world the glaring bald spot on the back of his head.
"You will do no such thing to Junko-chan! I am her one and only love!" The gaming device was quickly snatched away, and the elder man quickly retreated inside motioning for Keiji to follow. "Your food will be ready, take your booth, and try to blend in for once, christ!"
Keiji only needed to wait for Seiji now.
((Sorry, that was uber long and boring, but yeah. gonk ))
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 5:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 6:02 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 6:50 pm
Wil nodded his head, he could almost understand this toys... this man looked tough what toys would he want, guns, the thought sprung into his mind, price tag? Unmarked on any records most likely, ghost weapons... Place, Time, Crew... He had two more grand, he took the floppy disk. "The boss sends his regards by the way... you have done a fine job."
He had glanced at the door before the waiter arrived as if he knew he was coming without looking behind him and understood his concern for this "gang symbol" He brought out a cheerful smile as he accepted the drink, "Dont worry its my bro's jacket, when he got busted I got his stuff, why waste a perfectly good piece of clothing neh?"
He didnt drink from the water though, he may have been to worried about doing something out of the ordinary to check Kite for weapons but he wasnt dumb. He didnt know these people, what they ate, what they drank, he however saw Kite drink from the straw and acted as if he too was sipping the drink and waited for the waiter to leave. "Got it... well I had better get back to my house, my dads probably waiting for some package." He believed he had gotten the message across to Kite, "Thank you again for assisting me with my computer... its a real mess I know..." The chip on his back stung again and he recieved a bit of information to lure this man into a governmental trap, Guess this is more then a test "How about I pick my computer up in two weeks once you are done?" Would be quite easier if this waiter was dead... then I wouldnt have to hom this man understood it.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 6:52 pm
((heheh Wil is getting quite proficient very easily... thank you subliminal mind reading))
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 6:14 am
Bagel san (far from boring... made me lol for real, fire topic hah! where do we come up with this stuff.. razz next the'll be wearing new army, and shoping at atlantic moon razz . don�t forget Vickie�s secret and McRonalds ...lol.. I slay myself, not to mention Canadian beaver........if you get the references kudos to you))
Seiji watched the event that took place with mild amusement. The dim lights from eh alley and the transaction that took place was something out of the newest urban movie. Dealing in an alley. Middle aged man with a an addiction that he can only pay for with stolen product. Typical in this part of town. The south side of the fountain was definitely no stranger to deals and bargains. Yet it merely took one hobo to turn teh typical into a deal only a true otaku would appreciate. It was of no matter that Keiji just bargained out the newest toy as soon as he got it. It was a shock indeed that he did it without test-driving it himself. Surely something serious was going to happen inside. Free food, action, information, and a possibility to use some of my more "useful" toys. I'm loving it.
Seiji taking his cue as soon as Keiji stepped inside, followed promptly into teh slightly rusted steel door. He was met with a wave of various fast food odors. A mix of chicken, beef, and grease hit his nostrils like a ton of bricks. well if a ton of bricks made your mouth salivate like the rebirth of Niagara falls after the New York quake hit in 2013. The kitchen was not to busy it was a typical night after midnight, not to many customers dared teh streets this late despite the perpetual light of the cityscape. A few middle aged men easily recognized as otaku on sight due to their various anime accessories. A bishy key chain here, a t-shirt sporting the latest smash hit anime on [Adolescent-Backstroke] there, and a variety of many electronics hanging from belts and pockets were what caught Seiji's eyes. They were all huddles around Keiji's friend trying to get a peek at the "merchandise". The middle aged man promptly yelled at them to return to their stations to fix the payment for the brief moment of jiggly amusement.
He passed thru the kitchen past the counter and into a corner booth that Keiji was already seated at and promptly waited for his food. The place was designed to resemble a dance club from the early 21st century. various neon signs and abstract art littered the walls. The cushy red leather booths were complimented by faugh marble tabletops ,not a bad place. But still to high profile and "hoighty- toighty" for Seiji�s preferences.
McRonalds is better
(( xd I got most of them. The only ones that didn't click were Atlantic Moon and Canadian Beaver.))
As soon as Seiji sat himself, Keiji took it as a sign to start bitching. "It's too loud in here.." he muttered, slouching against the table. Indeed, the place was no Wired. "I miss the hum of the exhaust fans, damnit. This generic techno is giving me a headache already." His brow gave a light twitch, making it obvious that music was a rather big thing for him. He opened his mouth once more to continue his little rant before their food was delivered, lucky Seiji.
A pile of burgers sat atop a tray, at least ten of them. Each of them holding an aroma of grilled beef, and other typical 'burger toppings. However Keiji didn't even both with them as he attacked the fries. He was a hobo after all, and it was rare for him to get a bite to eat. There for he picked up a good french fries and slowly worked them into his mouth, inbetween chews of salty goodness, Seiji would be able to hear Keiji mutter. "The only thing this place has up on McRonalds, swirly fries."
A second waiter returned carrying a few drinks, no doubt for Keiji and Seiji to wash down the large ammounts of food with. There were at least 80 ounces of fizzy goodness, and it would seem that recently the Uber-sized orders returned. Must have been when the weight-loss nanomachines were introduced. 'The might eat out your guts, but you'll be skeleton worthy by the end of the weekend, guaranteed!'
Snatching up one of the large drinks, Keiji began to slurp down the acidy ulcer inducing drinks quickly. He was here on business, but he was going to enjoy himself damnit! The same would be true for the otaku in the other room, as one could hear their orgasmic cries of pleasure. Why? It would become obvious!
"IT'S UNCENSORED!!!" The unhuman cry of the nerd echoed through the walls, the nasal laugh scaring anyone who was slightly above average popularity, naturally followed by a puff of an inhaler. Poof that there was a reason for the stereotypes. Keiji's response? A muttered "Lucky bastards."
Alas, it was time to get to work. Pushing aside the empty 80 ounce glass, he picked up another and began to scan the room for anything suspicious. It didn't take him long to find it, either. A large group huddled around a few booths was certainly suspicious. However, Keiji was in no hurry. He had food before him after all.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 1:26 pm
The neon lights of the Tech hut danced on Lucya's cheeks and lips as she reached forward to the man, sitting at the table in front of her. He seemed to be eating her with his eyes, yey the girl pretended to notice nothing, chatting carelessly and breaking out in laughter from time to time.
Gradually, the man started moving closer to her, from being in front to sitting quite near. Lucya narrowed her eyes and produced another seductive smile, allowing him to touch her fingertips. They've been sitting in that place for about an hour, so Lucya's juicy lips, honey voice and a bit of rum worked well to make this single, almost innocent touch like an electric shock. Lucya was still watching the man's reaction. She knew now he was already her slave.
"Minami-san", - he whispered to her, covering her little hand with his, - "Mi-na...", -and paused, unable to speak.
This was exactly the moment Lucya waited patiently for. She continued smiling, yet in her eyes an evil fire burned out. Another victory of hers, in just an hour. Time to set up a new record.
She waved at the waiter to approach and ordered another tequila for herself and rum for her client, whom she looked at with uncovered despise the moment he revealed his affection. But it was too late to realize, since the fly has already stuck in Lucya's professional web. His shaking hand was already scribbling some considerable figures on a check when the waiter served another portion of the drinks and winked to Lucya, for he saw her in Tech hut often with one client or another.
Now that her tequila arrived, Lucya was going to perform a finishing shot. She touched her client's shirt and suddenly tore it, showing the man's bare shoulder and put some salt on it. She bit a slice of lime and suggested him taking it in between his lips to free her hands for the shot of tequila.
Lucya's wet little tongue slid along his shoulder, licking at the salt ridge. After that tequila poured down, following the salty taste and warming her throat. She reached down to the man's face and finished by the kiss of lime.
Lucya was aware that she was being watched, mostly by the other clients, yet, some of the staff were also enjoying her regular performance. She had been proposed a place in Tech hut many times, with an only duty to make people buy her drinks and drink themselves. But that kind of a job never appealed to the spider-girl. Lucya always knew her place was above this.
She looked at the check her client had finally managed to fill in and yawned. Her admirers from the elite had been bringing her diamonds for each visit. And this very loser's check would only be enough to feed the homeless dogs. She got up, looking at the man from above and frowned.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 2:22 pm
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