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 Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 6:39 am
Amidst the towering superstructures of Central City lies a humble 4-story building, so humble in fact, that many that pass by it every day do not know it even exists. The interior is far different than its outside appearance, a hive of active computers, cyborgs, and various levels of humans keep this HQ alive and up to date in the happenings of the city. A virtual maze of silicon and hallways, the peak is Calder's office located in the middle of the top level. If you want to join, this is were you need to find yourself.
Current Members:
- Ranewater Calder
- Leocadia
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 2:47 pm
"My my, look at the time! Almost the whole day wasted and very little to show for it." Leocadia said to herself as she entered the building.
"Hello Ms. Leocadia, how are you today?" asks a man at the door with a smile that died before it could reach his eyes. A bristle of Microsofts displayed itself from behind his left ear.
So that explains the vague look and detachment thought Cade. "Fine, glad to see your doing well today Ronze." She said with a smirk.
He gives her a slight nod while staring off into space. He was gone already.
She then proceeds to head twards her office, right off of Calder's office on the top floor. She has things to do and people to contact.
Like always, she leaves the door open so she can see anyone coming onto the floor.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 10:25 pm
Leocadia looks up from her desk prickled with screens and Ronze comes into view with a disheveled look on his now all-to-here face:
"Excuse me Cade, but a man is here to see your or Mr. Calder, he says its for a muscle job . . ." He manages before ducking back out of the doorway to let the rather large American past him.
"It seems that when you were reborn, they weren't able to save your manners, Dom."
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 10:30 pm
"Yes, well you can't carry a burden like that around with you all the time, might slow me down." Dom remarks as he noisily takes a seat opposite her desk, his eyes leaving hers for only a second to scan the room.
"What do you and your Ash Daughters have for me this time? I didn't like the last very much, and I wouldn't even be here if you didn't pay so well."
A flash from a sub-dermal LED just to the side of his right eye lets Leocadia know that he is receiving some kind of data from somewhere, but she has no idea if he is focusing his attention still on her, or whatever just made home in his cyber-brain. Thats how Dom likes it though, keep 'em guessing til its too late.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 10:35 pm
Giving him a aptly placed look of almost concealed confusion for a split second, Leocadia placidly refocuses on his words.
"Honestly, I have no idea why you were called here. It must be something that Ranewater hasn't bothered to tell me. If you want, you can wait for him in the main room, its getting late and I have more to do than I can get done. He should be back before it gets too late, he always is." And with that, she returns to her screens with a vacant look of diving that would make Ronze look like a giddy schoolgirl in his most distant times.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 10:37 pm
With an obvious look of discomfort, Dom retorts "Well I will wait for a bit, the day's already wasted as it is and I don't start things I cannot finish."
And without another glance at her, Dom turns and heads out the office door to take advantage of the very posh looking couch in the main chamber.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 10:51 pm
There stands Ranewater Calder himself in the aformentioned doorway. While smaller and not nearly as rawly powerful as Disease, Calder's form carries a certain degree of due respect that others usually cannot compete with.
"There will be no need for that wait Samurai. Yes, I did summon you. And no, I did not inform Leocadia of that action. I was hoping not to involve her in this little deal. She does dislike the need for bloodshed." A pause to let Leocadia return to her work from which the comment took her from. "Come Samurai, I have dealings to discuss. And this time you will definitely have some of your 'fun.'
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 12:56 pm
Giving a small forced smirk, Dom replies as he follows to the desk. "Often our views of my pleasure activities have been distant. I hope you know exactly what you want this time, no 'just grab everything in box XXX' s**t again for me you hear!"
He finishes up in time to take a dramatic flop on the couch to add effect to his last word.
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2006 11:26 am
"I do know exactly what I want this time . . . just not where it is sadly." Calder pauses, wondering if he should of used 'her' instead of 'it.'
"There is a cyborg running around the city. I do not know exactly what it looks like besides the fact that it is in a full cybernetic body and of a female model. I need you just to find it and follow it and tell me what you see."
Ranewater rummages through some sheets on his desk looking for something.
"Here, this is a VIP card for Cyberia, it will give you access to my place anytime so you don't have to wait outside like a cube. Just don't take it with you when your on the job . . . oh, and one last thing: Her name is Wintermute, remember it and be careful."player. Disease_of_Machinery.additem.cyberia.vip.card 
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 2:45 pm
"You never make these worth my money these days, gonna have to raise my prices for you." He remarks. And as he gets up, Calder hands him a rusty piece of metal about the size of a cred card.
"Oh, good. Last time I was outside for the better half of an hour before I was able to get it. Almost made me go home and give it up, needed to go to the ripper anyways after that burn." He finishes over his should as he leaves Calder to his musings.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 2:07 am
Safely back in his office, Ranewater made sure to lock the door [a good old fashion physical lock that can't be hacked open] before pulling the microsoft out. Once comfortable, he quickly slipped it into a port in his dummy barrier. An incident a couple of years ago with the 'yak trying to off him with a MS has kept him weary of them since. It all looked legit, but he didn't have time to go through all the data. Instead, he made a copy in the same type of MS case and took a third blank and placed it in the same pocket the original was in and hid the copy in his boot.
After he was sure the original was securely packaged and sent on its way to a safe holder, he unlocked the door and head to Leocadia's office. Noticing it empty, Calder tried to call her. Blocked "Dammit, were are you girl! I need your eyes!" But no luck. Perhaps the equipment at the old club would work out. "Yeah, those decks there can help if she can't! And if not, I'll just have to loook anyways."
He smiles as he looks for his coat and heads out the door. "Finally, some excitment."
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 2:45 am
wandering through the streets of Central City, a figure dressed in torn cloth and blood collapses in front of a familiar hang out of a crime syndicate. That last one had some fight left in her he thinks to himself as things begin to go fuzzy and dark. It is only now, nearly half an hour after the brutal slaying does the man finally feel remorse and self hatred for what he has done. It serves him right to die nestled between the deteriorating shells of one prominate factories, for he to is just a rotting shell of the man he used to be.
The only thing that urges him to hold on is the idea of finding the one who did this to him and force them to fix it before he kills them. If he's lucky, the man that he was told about will cross his path and might be able to do something to prolong the madness long enough to get some actual work done. With this hope focused squarely in his mind, everything goes black. Any passer by will see a man curled up in a pool of blood, obviously not all his own, on the steps of a place you only want to be if you have reasons to.
The hope lingers as a shadow falls over Silas.
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 1:33 pm
A shadow falls over the stairs of the Ashe Daughter Hideout, and subsequently, the man at rest on them. He looks barely alive, barely sane, but at the same time, useful.
"Lets get you inside, I think I may have something to help you out." Ranewater says to the nigh-deceased man as he picks him up gently and carries him down to the basement. To the rooms where his last ripper doc used to work. The man had ******** around with some yak almost 2 years ago and they took his head in return. He really needed to find another one, Calder could barely do anything but try his best to make sure the person didn't die, and nothing for cybernetics.
"Where the hell is Ronze and everyone else?! Have to do all this s**t by myself now." He remarks at the body. Definitely getting too old for this bullshit.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 12:49 pm
_Four hours of work. Four hours and all he managed to do was make sure that the man doesn't die from his wounds.
_Calder takes the smock and gloves off and throws them in a bio-waste basket. The man should wake up in about half an hour. He pulls out several medicinal Microsofts and searches for an extra datajack mini-hub. Once found, he hooks it up the jack on the man's neck and plugs in the MS's and waits.
_Ranewater had no idea what kind of ICE was protecting that man's thoughts, but they almost got the better of him, which is saying alot as he is a Class SS grade hacker. What little he was able to see behind the barricade was a mix of emotion modifiers and bio-chemical regulators and multipliers. Whoever did this to him [himself maybe] was a pro that wanted very bestial and frequent reactions. Wanted a monster.
_Calder lights up a synth cigar and waits for him to wake up. "Might as well ask him myself. He owes me at least that much."
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