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 Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:32 pm
There is a group of people (some underground Cule, others of varying heritage) who are slowly banding together to rise against this heinous new order.
It's a hard place to track down, and even harder to earn the trust of those who run it.
How much will you risk to see a new world order?
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 1:28 pm
Bobby led Nessa through the winding tunnels until they reached a seemingly impenetrable rusted door. With a few knocks in the right places, the door swung inwards as if light as air. Bobby hustled her inside before closing it behind them.
"Tumblers," he whispered, to answer how it all worked.
A bit more of a trek through shady hallways brought them past what seemed to be school-like rooms, all with white tiled floors and electric lights.
"'s not much. But we got a few tricks here and there." They passed the room with the new Diggy bird, who started making noise as they walked past. "Shaddup ya damn bird!" Bobby barked, though the creature paid him no mind.
Eventually, Bobby came upon another door, performing the same knocking routine until it, too, opened to reveal a lounge-like area. Everything was electrically lit, revealing old furniture, but high-tech equipment for various scandals and whatnot. A younger Cule, male, was lounging back on the couch with an old, tattered novel. He looked at Bobby, but slipped right off when he saw Nessa.
"Look sharp, Moons!" he laughed, bringing her into the room.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 1:33 pm
Nessa memorized everything about the hallways and doors, just incase she needed that information at the time. She padded behind Bobby silently, nodding whenever he explained how something worked.
Though, she could guess it anyway.
The only real sound she made after leaving the bar was a light laugh as 'Moons' slipped off his chair in suprise. She pushed her hood back and shook out her hair a little, before looking around in interest at the lounge.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 1:37 pm
"Get on yer feet... freakin' virgin." Bobby pulled him up by his shirt, which seemed like a confrontational gesture if he didn't hook his head under his arm and start ruffling his hair.
"Lay off, Bobby!" he said in a clearly embarrassed manner, not wanting to look like more of an idiot in front of the new girl. As she shook out her hair, though, Moony stopped fighting altogether.
"Eh, ya lil' jerk. Go say hi." Bobby pulled him upright and nearly threw him to Nessa, who looked fairly amused. "Moony, this is Nessa, the daughter of tha guy who's been riskin' his neck for our supplies. Nessa, this dope's Moony. Mahavir, Moony, whatever ya wanna call the doof." Bobby stepped away to go check on a messaging service the refugees had set up. The entire underground was an extensive series of what seemed to be little apartments, all connected by their own server for messaging needs.
Moony rubbed the back of his neck, red in the face.
"Hey," he said, in a manly tone to try and make up for his blunders.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 1:42 pm
Nessa chuckled at the 'virgin' comment, though she could understand where it came from. She was in the same ballpark Moony seemed to be in.
Nessa enjoyed watching their interaction, the two seemed very brotherly. She didn't know how that felt, as she had never had a sibling or even a friend during all that time in a cell...
She smiled at him, tugging on a strand of her very red hair.
" Hey to you to." She winked at him, just to see if she could make him blush more than he already was.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 1:48 pm
She was successful.
"Uh..." Moony looked over to Bobby for some kind of help, but soon realized his distraction was his salvation.
"Ooh, Bobby! We need more disinfectant. not to mention meds and some more food."
"Yeah yeah, I'm workin' on it. I love 'em, but they got no clue what I do for them." He scanned through, making notes on what the refugees needed most. Of course, they didn't know because he didn't let them know. When he turned to see Moony, though, he saw he was looking at Nessa. "Hey! Redirect those full moons over here an' get a few messages down. Tell room 341 we got it covered. And try to cool down, you look like a sun kissed moron."
Moony gladly took the task, but resented the comment on his blush. Bobby, though, smirked like the sneak he was.
"So, Nessa, take a seat. Let's talk business."
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 1:51 pm
Nessa smiled, taking a seat across from Bobby and crossing her legs at the knees. She smirked at Moonys retreating back before fixing her gray eyes gaze onto Bobby.
" What sort of business, pray tell?" She leaned back into the silver, seamless chair, pushing her hair to one side.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 2:09 pm
"See, there's news that the racing circuit is coming here. Actually, judging by the new track they set up for this shindig, it is coming here. I'm thinking we slip in between the scenes, take a few parts, sell 'em here and there... you catch my drift, babes?" Bobby reclined, putting his feet up on the table.
"I eat off that thing!" Moony said from the computer desk before coming over to hear what Bobby had in store. He couldn't help but steal glances at Nessa. Even though she wasn't a Cule, she was different from the Humans of the world. Why?
"I'll tell ya what you can eat off of, blueblood," Bobby said, laughing. "Anyhow, you in, Nessa? We could use your... expertise."
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 2:14 pm
Nessa smirked in a deadly sort of way. She pushed his feet off the table with a finger before sitting back in the chair.
" Sure, why not? I'll help." She shrugged, winking at Moony when he glanced at her again, just to make him a little bit nervous. She found him cute, but this wasn't the best time to go looking for a boyfriend.
" So, any finer points? Is is that the whole of your insidious plot?" She lifted a brow at him.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 2:22 pm
"Eh, I'm workin' on it. But, for the most part, yeah." Bobby grinned at her, chuckling at his own vague scheme.
"Moony, you got a better plan?" he said suddenly, turning his face to his best friend. "Sweet innocent minds often come up with the best stuff."
"Naw, Bobs, this is your hairbrained scheme, not mine. You wanna go trippin' in on some guys speeder, go right ahead." Moony turned his back, leaning against the couch with his arms crossed. Hopefully Nessa wouldn't look at him anymore if he wasn't even facing her.
"Aw, but you're comin', too, my dear Moony! We need your boyish looks to get this thing movin'." Moony shook his head, not even surprised. "Yeah, we'll get a plan in action, just you wait. For now, I gotta go take care of some things. You two have fun." Bobby got up and went towards the barracks, chuckling once more at the precarious position he just placed Moony in.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 2:28 pm
Nessa wiggled her fingers in a farewell gesture to Bobby as he left. She took to watching Moony do his work for a little while, while her mind sped through everything she'd already learned. No one knew she was a Super except for her father, Bobby only assumed she was very exceptional and didn't question it.
At last, she got up silently and came to hover at Moonys shoulder, watching what he was doing. He didn't even seem to notice her.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 2:36 pm
Moony typed away, making lists of supplies, looking at how much they had gone through... it wasn't until he caught a light breath on his ear that he even noticed she was there. It made him jump terribly.
"N-nessa!" he said, rolling his chair sideways to get some distance between them. "You have a question or somethin'?" he stammered. Already, he was making a fool of himself.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 2:43 pm
Nessa let out a giggle at his expression.
" No, I'm just watching you." She sat on the desk, smiling at him.
" If you feel uncomfortable with watching you, that's fine. I'm sure I can occupy myself. Please, just continue with your work." She wiggled a bit to be comfortable and focused on the far wall. She became as still as a statue, so much so that she seemed like the inhuman she was.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 2:45 pm
"Naw, that ain't a problem..." Just as she became still, he returned to his record-keeping. How silent she was put him in awe, but he couldn't say that. It'd sound stupid if he said it.
"So... what's a girl like you doin' in the underground?" he asked gently, trying to keep his eyes on the screen.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 3:14 pm
Nessa suddenly moved, leaping easily off the desk and spinning around to face him.
" My dad is one of the resistances main suppliers. But he was injured in an accident about two months ago, so im acting as the messenger." She shrugged and smiled.
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