Futuristic The Astra Veda - Prologue [ The Astra Conference ]

[Lexielai]

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Due to problems with very slow posters putting prior roleplays on hold, we will NOT proceed by round robin. You can post as many times as you like, but be courteous to the other players you're interacting with as well. Remember to communicate with them; it's one of the core tenets of this game after all. Have fun!

Character Sheet
Lore​

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[Lexielai]

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[/div]“Ladies and gentlemen...welcome to Central.”

The tour guide smiles enthusiastically at you, briefly, before turning their professional enthusiasm onto the next visitor. Behind him rises the tall silhouette of a dome, like a small moon peering down upon you. You reckon it, in all its shiny and metal glory, must be at least a hundred floors tall.

But perhaps you’re more impressed by the fresh breeze, and the warmth of the afternoon sun up high in the sky. This may be the first time you have seen the sky; seen the infinite blueness that stretches on and on, so unlike the dark, rigid confines of Naraka. Witnessed the luxuries of cleanliness and nature and beauty bestowed upon those within Nirvana, the heavens above.

Or maybe the people are what catches your attention. Tens of thousands of visitors, all gathering around this center point. Hundreds of tourist shops, knick knack stores, restaurants, cafés and bars each competing for the attention of the next customer. The atmosphere around you is bright and energetic, and more than once you have to dodge a wave of pedestrians passing across the gray-white marble courtyard before the dome.

Ah, the dome. A building known as the Seat of the Crown, the largest conference hall in Central and typically a venue reserved for only the most popular of events. Today it hosts the Astra Conference, a supposedly grand festival for bringing the estranged community of Astras together.

The day is yours. What would you like to do? [/div] [/div]

 

[_Line 213]

Recon
Central (Crown Plaza)
Open for Interaction
​

"You're sure about this, Recon?"

Remi's eyes flicked toward the indicators behind the visor of his helmet--it wasn't his usual one, and its functionality was limited, but the HUD was recognizable enough. He was still getting used to the voices of his "helpers;" more often than not, they communicated strictly through text. Things were safer that way. For today, however, the inherent delay of such a thing wouldn't do. Briefly, the hidden Astra reached a hand up, lightly twisting a plug at the side of his neck. A quiet, subtle hiss emanated from the object, manually venting the hot, diseased air within Remi's helmet and supplanting it with the cool freshness of the outside world, if only for a time.

"No."

Of course, for his own safety, he wasn't there as 'Recon,' nor was he there as Remi. He was there as Desin Odolo, a nobody, yet another attending face at a supposedly historic event. Briefly, he reflected on how distorted his already-synthetic response must have sounded to those on the other end of the line. His thoughts roamed, eventually aligning with the sensation of the braces beneath his loose clothing digging into his body, then with his surroundings, and eventually with his discomfort itself. He was out of place, yet not; to an extent, he was no stranger to the upper levels, having remotely (and, very occasionally, physically) traversed them in his home district of Arcadia, yet this was the first time he walked through the daylight air of Central, and as a "normal citizen," no less.

There was risk involved; that, of course, was an unavoidable fact. Yet, the risks of campaigning alone against the security systems and guard rotations of the esteemed Tesseract Medical Corporation was perhaps an even greater one. Anything that he could do to lessen the chances of failure was welcome; this was, as far as he knew, the first meeting of his supposed "kind" to occur since the emergence of such beings several years ago. For better or for worse, those that were due to arrive within the conference building later that day were going to be the most effective forms of "help," assuming that there were indeed those who would arrive with philosophies and motives not too dissimilar to his own. Even then, there was no telling who he could trust; though it felt strange to lie to those with which he was supposedly there to bond with, it couldn't be helped. Briefly, he glanced down toward his gloves, each tipped with a light metal ring. They were clumsy things, designed for the sake of a parlor trick and nothing else, yet they formed another line of identity assurance. At the tips of his fingers, if all went well, would be just enough of a flame to light a candle, or perhaps a cigar. He could only hope he wouldn't be asked for any more than that.

Ideally, he wouldn't have to flaunt his coveted Astra status at all.

He reached beneath his lightly-swaying clothing, its cut and style a common one within Central, yet formal all the same, and pulled free one of his many Seer-Spider pods. Held low and out of sight, the item clicked open, machines barely the size of his smallest finger trailing down his cloth and dispersing, lost within the crowd. "Fan out. Survey," he instructed, keeping his even pace toward the looming Seat of the Crown before him.

"Feeds comin' in," another partner remarked; one by one, the spiders lent their viewpoints to the Astra, offering him views of the crowd, as well as several of himself. The safety of his approach assured, for now, Remi continued to shift through the passing throngs, carefully observing his many vantages.

 

[Lexielai]

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[/div] Seven was not amused. “Milady, we were specifically instructed to wait for A1 to arrive,” she said, as politely and calmly as she could.

Seven’s charge ignored her. “Come on, Seven, check this out! They’re selling dumplings here...we can’t miss this.”

The princess then charged off without a moment’s hesitation, and begrudgingly Seven followed. They came to a small, mobile food cart where a middle aged man was selling a small variety of dim sum. “Two orders of the soup dumplings, please,” the princess requested, beaming.

Despite her frustration, that contagious smile caught on to Seven. There was a warm feeling inside her that always arised when her princess was happy. The latter turned towards her with food in hand, and passed one towards Seven.

“Oh no, milady. Please, it’s all yours,” Seven protested, weakly. It was more formality by this point. The princess always got what she wanted.

“Come on, Seven! Don’t be a sourpuss. Take the dumpling so I can pay the nice man,” the princess insisted, and as usual, Seven caved in. She dexterously pried open an accompanying pair of chopsticks with one hand and hesitantly lifted the hot dumpling to her mouth, and tasted it. Her eyes widened. The wash of rich soup and soft texture were of surprising quality; almost comparable a similar meal presented in the Royal Court.

Seven passed a glance to the chef, who continued to chat briefly with the princess. She made a mental note to keep tabs on him, and possibly consider recruiting him as a personal dumpling chef for the princess.

Then a suddenly movement caught her attention, and Seven stomped with supernatural speed. She lifted her foot, and crouched down. Underneath was the crushed metal bits of what seemed to be a small spider, sprawled out within a small crack in the marble. Carefully, Seven picked it up, finding what appeared to be still intact optical camera. Her frowning, exposed face, framed by her snow white hair, glared directly at it for a moment. Then crushed it between her fingers.

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[Epiphany]

Maia Asim - Ayodhya
Outside the Seat of the Crown

"First time in Central, Ayodhya?"

The Ministry of Central District Security Officer had a golden badge on his black uniform that identified him as Keabetswe Nginza and Maia was all too conscious that, unlike her, he'd actually earned his rank of Captain. He also presumably had better things to do than give her the nickel tour of Central's Seat of the Crown plaza. But then, she was no stranger to her share of pointless PR. If anything, the relative lack of recognition here in Central made this trip the most relaxing Maia had in years. Until now.

Now, she had to walk through a gorgeous afternoon, squinting from sunlight she'd only seen six times before, and find 'Seven'. Thankfully, the crowds yielded to the path of two Ministry officers and Maia barely had to shove a path through the flocks of tourists and visitors.

"It's impressive," she said at last, the understatement audible only in the faint tremble at the end. Maia cleared her throat and added "I can't imagine how difficult it must be to police it."

"It does keep us busy," Captain Nginza agreed. "Unlike you, we can't cut loose on suspects. Can you imagine the cost of repairing this? So we have to be very careful. It must be nice for you, not having to worry."

Her hand caught the truck, her knees bent and she lifted before tossing the whole vehicle upside down across the street. The truck skidded straight into the entry to an apartment block entryway, and promptly collapsed the entrance. Maia crouched and 'hopped' across the street, landing on the top of the truck before dropping down to confirm the gun runners wouldn't pose any trouble. Part of the broken entrance toppled over, spraying dust everywhere and revealing an unconscious woman bleeding from the head, crouched over two wailing little boys. Horror flooded through her as she realized what her carelessness had done...

"Very nice," Maia agreed, shoving aside a years old memory, one of her first takedowns in service to the Ministry. "I think that's..." She cupped a hand over her brow to shelter her eyes from the bright sunlight. "Yes, that's my meeting spot. Captain, it's been a pleasure."

"The pleasure is mine, Ayodhya."

Captain Nginza's gloved hand shook hers firmly and then he stepped away, with the brisk, relaxed pace of a man who had somewhere to be and could finally get to it. She sighed, brushed by a crowd of pedestrians and set out for her assigned meeting place. Hopefully she'd find 'Seven' waiting for her. Maia had speculated that the VIP must be someone well placed, someone who was an Astra themselves, and probably someone who wasn't 'out' about it. Someone she could provide reasonably discreet protection for without drawing too much attention to them. At least, that was her theory.

Dressed neck to toe in the Ministry's black uniform, her silver namebadge provided the only bit of color on her and it had 'Ayodhya' prominently stenciled across its surface. Just how discreet she could be was a matter of much question, in her mind.

 

[ChazGhost]

Maxwell Cross
Outside the Seat of the Crown
Lexielai
Maxwell had a big smile on his face as he arrived in the area around the Seat of Crown. Maxwell was dressed in his casual clothes, leather biker jacket and all. Maxwell was excited to meet other Astras... and maybe recruit a few new students for his dojo. So with a pocket full business cards, Maxwell began exploring the area. Maxwell was not disappointed as he looked around at the crowds of people all lighted up with sunlight. With that thought in mind Maxwell looked up at the sun a remembered it been a long time since he actually seen the sun since he started his dojo. The day was shaping up to be a great one.

As Maxwell began exploring the area his stomach began to growl. Maxwell began quickly glanced around for something to eat. Maxwell saw a small food cart and headed over there. There were already two young ladies at the cart when Maxwell arrived. Maxwell walked up to the cart and placed his order. "Can I get some Shrimp dumpling if you have them" Maxwell ordered. The chef nodded and moments later handed over Maxwell's food. "Thanks" Maxwell said handing the money to pay for his food over to the chef before chowing down his food. Maxwell was eating quickly but slowed down a little once his hunger began to calm down.

"So are you two Astras or just here to see them?" Maxwell said turning to the two other customers at the cart. Maxwell figured these two were the best as any to start meeting people here and to possibly recruit to his dojo. "My name is Maxwell Cross by the way" Maxwell said deciding to introduce himself.

 

[Damafaud]

Identity: Aretta Ward | Historia
Location: Central District
Courtyard
Activity; Mood: Walking; carefree, relaxed
Interaction: [Open for interaction]
Mention: -​

There was a lot of people. A lot here didn't mean a hundred or two, no! By a lot, the number of people could easily exceed that of a thousand and the number kept increasing as more people flowed in. People here didn't just mean people of various age and gender either; Asuras, Devas, and Cyborgs could be seen everywhere in the crowd, and not in small number. There were also some Asuras that didn't look like Asura and Devas that didn't look completely Devas. Hybrids were supposed to be a rare sight, but in the marble paved courtyard that day, the kind of people determined as rare sighting was as common as candy in a confectionery store.

A small distance from the entrance to Central District Courtyard, pedestrians could see a young Manu woman wearing a round glasses, gazing toward the crowd with unfocused eyes. The woman wore a traditional black and white business suit and dress. The dress covered her legs until halfway through her leg, giving off a reserved air. Her hair, long enough to swept her hip, was braided into two separate plaits. If one was to see her eyes, they would stare at a pair of purple eyes, clearly unnatural for a Manu. However, apart from her unusual eyes, one would expect the woman to be one of the many normal Manu that came to join the festivity.

Of course, they were wrong.

After looking at the distance for several minutes, Aretta felt her eyes water and quickly blinked to remove the tears. She couldn't rub her eyes; that would change the placement of her eye lens. Realising that she should start moving, Aretta took a step forward and joined the river of the pedestrians.

"I should have forced Dad to come..."

Why, oh, why wasn’t she more forceful? If Dad was here, among the endless rows of food, there bound to be something that he liked. She was concerned about how skinny he is, with only coffee and toast as his only source of nourishment. At least he would use jam or add egg to his toast, but going by without ever eating fruit or drinking water… It couldn’t be helped that she worried.

While lamenting her inability to coerce her father to come, Aretta joined a short queue toward a smoothie (?) stand.

“Red velvet drink, please,” she ordered to the girl behind table. The girl worked quickly, mixing syrups, milk, and ice cream in a blender while preparing the glass container for the drink. Aretta left the stand holding a cheerful red straw and a bottle filled with pale yellow drink, streaked with red syrup.

It was the kind of fancy drink you expect at a festival; delicious, small, and a bit pricy. She didn’t particularly mind. She bought it to drink it later at the conference, and the sweetness of those kind of drink shouldn’t be underestimated.

“Ah right,” she suddenly stopped at her track and moved aside. Aretta opened the bottle and dipped her pinky into the cold drink. Her pinky let off a white glow for a moment, and the drink followed. Satisfied, she popped the bottle cap back on and stored the bottle and straw in her shoulder bag.

As it was mentioned earlier, Aretta was no average Manu. She was a part of the population that had been graced with mysterious power outside of the norm of society; an Astra. An Astra’s power is almost mythical, sometimes breaking the natural law of the world. Though the power differs for every Astra, it is undeniable that all of their power is not normal.

By the way, the discussed Astra was using her power to keep her drink cold.

“And now for something warm,” the Astra hummed to herself as she took out a plastic container from her shoulder bag. Maybe she should get fries. Warm, salty fries would go well with cold sweet drink. Still humming to herself, Aretta loitered around the courtyard for a while, picking up food from various vendors with a carefree attitude, like one would expect for a tourist to do at a festival.

...she was no average Manu. Definitely not.

 

[Scavenger]

Dr Alexandra Rowe

Central Vac Tube Station​

There was a faint hiss as the door to the vac train opened and the pressure equalized. As soon as the doors opened more than a crack a mop of red hair appeared through the door and was quickly followed by the rest of a body moving as fast as possible without running. Lexa had meant to be here an hour ago to slowly enjoy the festivities but she had got absorbed tweaking with a new synth skin that the lab was working on and so was running late. She gently pushed her way through the crowded station getting a few looks but her top, cargo pants and grey uni sweatshirt meant that most people wrote her off as soon as they looked. After a short distance through the station Lexa managed to get on a monorail heading deeper into the city. Standing in the middle she reached up grabbing onto a handrail even as the carriage moved out of the station and into the open sky. Lexa couldn't help but stare out of the windows, while the sky wasn't new to her the amount of space always astounded her the few times she visited Central. Compared to the bleak cold of Kailasa that made you want to rush inside or the crowded skyscape of Aydohya Central's wide expanses of open sky and mild temperature was awesome to experience.

Outside the Seat of the Crown​

The monorail eventually pulled into the station outside the Seat of the Crown so Lexa had to go back to pushing her way through to free herself from the confines of the carriage and then the station. The plaza that sat out front of the Dome was amazing, the air filled with smells and the crowd humming with life. It had been a while since Lexa had attended a market or festival so she took a moment to just soak in all of the sensation, at least she did until someone knocked into her sending her stumbling forward and into the stream of people moving around the edge of the square. Lexa just allowed herself to be picked up in the flow and began idly looking through the stalls, occasionally stopping to look at something in more detail but mostly just browsing.

Thinking about the time Lexa quickly found herself informed that it was still one and a half hours till the conference officially started. Deciding that it might be worth getting some work done while looking around she grabbed a small node from her pocket, it was a roughly 15mm long cylinder that was 10mm in diameter with a spike sticking out from it, brushing her mane of hair out of the way she connected the node to the socket in her temple. Immediately a small blue circle lit up on the face of the node and what was a subtle overlay onto Lexa's sight suddenly expanded filling a much larger percentage of her vision. Even as she continued to browse the stalls Lexa was firing off responses to various messages, using the node to connect to the encrypted telecoms network that the uni had access to.

Sitting down on a bench Lexa opened a circuit building program to see if she could finish up the piezoelectric system for the synth skin when she saw an odd movement along the floor near the crowd. Hiding the program she stared at the small skittering robot, it didn't match anything she had seen before, and she had seen a lot. Placing a hand on the bench where it was hidden from sight she focused on feel of space and imagined a bridge forming. Immediately a small shimmering portal opened by her hand and in front of the little robot, the second that it passed through Lexa grabbed it making sure to cover any forward facing scammers and brought up her interface tapping a few buttons as she did. Moments later the interface whirred slightly, scanning the robot, before beeping to say it was done. The second that Lexa heard the confirmation bleep she lowered the small robot again before pushing it through a new portal so it appeared in the same place she had taken it from, once it was gone Lexa allowed the bridge to collapse and got up rejoining the stream of sentients at the same time her vision was filled with rough scans of the weird robot. The whole encounter had taken no more than 20 seconds.

Interacted with: _Line 213

 

[Lexielai]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Rissa [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Dumpling Foodcart in Seat of the Crown Plaza[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Maxwell Cross, Seven, Maia Asim[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] ChazGhost Epiphany [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"]Rissa closed her eyes as she munched on her dumplings with glee. “This is rea-wow-really good!” she managed to say in between mouthfuls. “How have I never heard of you before? This is some good stuff, Mr. Chen.” The aforementioned chef grinned. “I come from Kumbh for special event,” he said with a heavy accent. “At home I work in big dumpling shop, Dim Tai Fung. Very famous. Been around for over four hundred year. ” He beamed, and Rissa chuckled. “Well, I’ll be sure to check it out the next time I’m there,” she said cheerfully, turning towards Seven as the man began serving another customer.

Seven’s bright blue eyes caught hers. “Milady, I believe A1 has arrived,” she said, subtly tilting her head. Rissa followed her gaze towards a small café, towards a woman with dark skin and loose, curly hair. The woman was dressed in the uniform of the Ministry of District Security, and stood there, looking about. Quite confidently for someone who almost looked a little lost.

“Oh, that’s her?” Rissa commented, casually. As if she wasn’t internally leaping with excitement. This was Ayodhya 1 after all; a real life superhero. One of the most popular celebrities of their time. Her animated show even reached as far as the Golden Palace, and Rissa had binged most of it on a long weekend. Having the chance to meet her was going to be so exciting.

Then the customer Mr. Chen was serving approached them. “Hold on one second,” Rissa ordered, instinctually raising her fist and speaking with all the force expected of a royal command. It wasn’t that it was a conscious decision to bark orders; it was more so that it just came as naturally as breathing. Especially when you had the confidence and self belief that convinced people to follow those orders.

“Tell you what...how about you go and greet her, Seven? Bring her back over here and we’ll find some place to get lunch together,” Rissa said, gesturing towards the figure of A1.

“Are you certain, milady?” Seven replied apprehensively.

“I’m certain. Don’t come back until you’ve got A1 with you,” Rissa reassured playfully. She waited a moment as Seven bowed and slipped away, leaving her alone with the other customer.

“So, Maxwell, right? What were you asking again? Oh! Right. Yes, we’re totally Astras,” she continued brazenly, as usual. Rissa knew that she technically just revealed a state secret, but well, whatever. Nobody knew who they really were anyways, so what was the big deal? “What about you? You an Astra too, or just someone who likes asking that to random strangers?” [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: darkred; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[dwif]

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Jakob Brötzmann
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Seat of the Crown Plaza
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Open to interaction
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"So many people." Jakob couldn't help be in awe at the sheer volume of people in attendance, nothing came close to a reality check for just how insignificant he was than this. But despite the amount of people present he couldn't help but feel isolated and out of place. Sure, people weren't eyeing him the usual disdain for his cybernetics, but everything was so unfamiliar and alien to him. It was clean, warm, welcoming, everything that his home wasn't. But something that made up for all of this was the sky. He'd seen it in videos and advertisements before but they didn't come anywhere close to just how beautiful it was. This was something he knew he would remember for the rest of his life, even if the rest of the trip was a bust this small detail made the whole experience worth it.
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He began to wander glancing at the different store and pop-up stands that were seemingly everywhere. Each reminding him of the street vendors from back home, but selling food that wasn't of questionable quality. As much as he wanted to try the food deemed fit for this environment, he had a sneaking suspicion that it might be slightly out of his price range. "Gods it's hot" he muttered to himself "I need something to cool off." He started to hastily search for a bar or a stand that sold some sort of alcohol. A combination of his twitchy head movements and agitated demeanor unwittingly began to draw attention to him. Members of the public started to put space between themselves and Jakob, unintentionally helping him find his target: a small beer cart.
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"A cold one please!" he called out to the owner whilst making his way past the last people between him and his refreshment. Once at the cart he was handed a large stein, filled to the brim with a golden beer and topped with a perfect, foamy head. Finding a space against the wall he began to enjoy his drink, taking in as much as he could of an environment he may never see again.
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[The One Eyed Bandit]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Ophelia Rushka
[/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Festival Rooftops
[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open for Interaction
[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai
[/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"]Ah, man. It was the day of a festival as grand as this, one for Astras even, and here she was, sat perched atop a rooftop.

Not that it really mattered.

Work was work, regardless of which day it came in on, and it wasn't like Ophelia could go about gorging herself on festival food or indulging in whatever wild drugs the youth today was using, anyway. And hey, it was even quiet enough up here for her to listen to music. Wonderful, wonderful. Really.

"Anything good going on?" Buzzing through an earpiece, a familiarly staticky voice assaulted her ears. Her ever gracious, and for once, surprisingly-present benefactor. She supposed that if she were in his position, she'd be just as anxious as he was. The company was actually kind of refreshing when compared with her usual jobs, but she couldn't stop imagining him as some sort of naggy inlaw with him checking in every ten minutes like this.

Did he plan to keep this up for the whole month?

Well, whatever. It wasn't like she had anything better to do up here than to humor him.

"Does getting ripped off by food vendors count?" As she spoke, her hands dug around her pockets until they produced a small, electronic spyglass, and lofted it up to her uncovered eye. "Oh. Her friend just ran off and she's chatting up some green-skinned bloke now. An Asura, I think? Or just some weird Astra. Do inter-race relations count as trouble in this day and age?"

"Maybe?"

"Really? Coulda sworn picking on half-breeds went out of fashion ten years ago."

...

Not funny, apparently. Or he'd just hung up until his next check-in. Rude either way, but she'd long since gotten used to chasing away cute boys. Anyway, the less time he spent talking to her, the more time she could spend listening to this new album.

So whatever.
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[Epiphany]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Maia Asim [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]The Seat of the Crown Plaza[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Seven[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"]Maia came to a stop in front of the cafe, the location marked out for her to connect with 'Seven'. Mysterious VIPs weren't her usual fare and so she found it disconcerting when no one came immediately forward to identify themselves. It wouldn't do to actually look lost, given she had the Ministry's reputation to uphold, her own image to maintain and given the high probability that the sheer number of Astras coming here would mean everything she did would be recorded. Which resulted in her standing there for a moment, looking as if that was exactly what she intended to do.

Then she ordered a coffee. Something told her the day would be long enough, a little extra caffeine would go a long way. Since her Awakening, her stamina had improved immeasurably but coffee remained an enjoyable habit. Certainly, the feel of the cup pressed into her hand by the server brought a smile out of the dark-skinned officer and she nodded appreciatively to the cafe staff.

At which point she turned just as Seven arrived. And, in a way Seven was likely quite used to, she looked right past her. White hair and glowing eyes certainly stood out...as did virtually everyone else this high up in the Central District. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #336BFF; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[Lexielai]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Seven [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Seat of the Crown Plaza[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open; Maia Asim[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Epiphany [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"]Seven set her eyes on the target, who appeared to have not yet noticed her. “Maia Asim,” she called out, closing the distance with a few elegant strides. Her similarly elegant blue and white dress trailed alongside her until she stood before the other woman.

Seven pressed her palms together, reminiscent of a praying position, to show respect. But did not bow. “Your presence is requested. I am Seven. Please, follow me,” she recited, the picture of formality. Her expression laid a polite, yet almost cold look upon Maia, while her eyes calculated and observed.

Ayodhya 1 held a coffee in one hand and the linger of a smile on her lips, yet there was poise to her. Rough, and inelegant,but straightforward; almost with the traces of the crude hint of danger emanating from her form. A curious individual, Seven thought.

Seven waited a heartbeat and then turned on her heel, clearly expecting Maia to follow. She kept her pace just a step slower to allow the latter to catch up as she re-entered the sea of pedestrians without another word. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: skyblue; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[ChazGhost]

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Maxwell Cross
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Dumpling Food cart in Seat of the Crown Plaza
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Rissa
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Lexielai
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Maxwell raised an eyebrow at the women in front of him as she commanded her friend to go get some else. Maxwell tried glancing over to were she pointed for her friend to go but with the crowds of people everywhere he couldn't exactly figure out who she was pointing at. But in the end who she was getting wasn't his business so he didn't worry too much about. Though the name A1 was strange one yet sounded familiar like he hear some where before. ...Maybe I heard the name it on T.V. or something before. Ya, that sounds about right... Maxwell thought to himself.

After that thought, the women giving commands finally began talking to him. "Yep I'm an Astra too, and I am still probably to going ask a lot of people that question today" Maxwell said smiling. "I, of course, don't usually ask people that on a normal day though, it just kind of strange to think that everyone one here is an Astra like us. So I'm curious to see if they all are Astras or if there is a large amount of Astra fans here" Maxwell added. Maxwell was surprised that there so many Astra in Trinity so part of disbelief made him ask if everyone here was really an Astra... He also hoped a little just to find some people who were just fans of Astra so he could have an upper hand in recruiting them for his dojo.

"So are you excited to about, well this huge meet and greet for Astras? Because I think this whole thing is pretty outright amazing, who knows what sorts of people you could meet here and what adventures may unfold from it." Maxwell asked showing off how truly excited he was about the whole event.
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[Epiphany]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Maia Asim [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]The Seat of the Crown Plaza[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open; Seven[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"]Being addressed by name, and by her actual name, drew Maia's attention immediately. Her dark eyes shifted to the woman in the gorgeous dress, briefly assessed her and just the smallest of frowns creased her lips. She wasn't used to gauging the motivations and potential trouble of people in Seven's economic class. The lower levels of Ayodhya never saw people like this. Even the greeting was more formal than she was used to.

"Seven?" So this was her contact. And evidently, not the VIP in question if the elegant woman wasn't the one making the request. Maia matched Seven's formality by returning a nod and falling into step beside the other woman. She did take a long drink from her coffee before promptly dropping it off in a trash receptacle on route to the VIP. It wouldn't do to show up looking casual at a formal event with someone powerful enough to request her.

As the pair of women walked through the crowd of pedestrians towards the Seat of the Crown, her gaze drifted over her escort. The blue and white of the dress matched that exotic looking white hair and those rather fetching blue eyes. A good look. Maia often wished the Ministry uniforms had a little more color to them. With her own complexion, she sometimes felt like a dark, drab shadow next to people with a wider color palette of choices. Couldn't be helped, though.

"Any instructions you'd like to go over before we meet with the VIP?" she asked, in part to make conversation. Truthfully, though, Maia wasn't used to being a bodyguard. Understanding the expectations they had of her would go a long way towards settling her nerves. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #336BFF; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[Damafaud]

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Aretta Ward | Historia
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Seat of the Crown Plaza
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Dr Alexandra Rowe
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Looking for glasses
Happy, flustered
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Scavenger
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"Hm?"

Halfway through of feeding herself a piece of fries, Aretta's eyes had locked onto something she had secretly been hoping to see from the moment she arrived in the plaza. Compared to her condition before arriving at the plaza, people would find the current her more easy on the eyes. Her left hand, holding a fries container like one would hold a bonquet, while her right hand plucked the fries petal from the bonquet in a steady flow. Bits of salt was stuck on her sharp chin, while her purple eyes held a lively spark behind them. The current Aretta looked more messy and real than the all business like manner she had when she first entered. She was no longer a doll-like girl, but imperfection has its own charm as well.

As for what could have sparked the fire behind her eyes…

Finishing the half eaten fries, Aretta walked rapidly -- Almost running -- toward an old store. Compared to other shops and cafes in the plaza, the store that Aretta visited was rather shabby; what might be a vibrant red wall before only left a dull gray canvas with a hint of faded red spots here and there. The old man behind the counter didn’t wear the blindingly perfect smile other vendors had, but a sour frowning face as if a customer was more of a burden than anything; not that Aretta really pay attention to all of those details. She might have, if her eyes were not fixed at one spot: the freezer. What had caught Aretta’s attention earlier was an old sign that read Kenata Convenience Shop. Naturally, a convenience shop would sell a huge assortment of merchandise. However, what Aretta was looking for was…

“I have it!” With a warm smile on her face, Aretta took out three ice cream cups from the freezer and put it on the counter.

Right. Ice cream cup. In contrast to ice cream cones which are ice cream on a cone, ice cream cups are ice cream placed in a cup. Ice cream cups are usually made for large scale commercial sale, as its cup container makes it easier to move compared to cone.


And for Aretta, the existence of the cups was important. Preservation allows her to stop ice cream from melting by slowing down the thermal energy transfer, however, if the ice cream physically smears something, her power would be hopeless. Containers solve this problem! She could carry ice cream cups in her bag to eat later, and she wouldn’t have to worry about it melting or smearing anything! It was difficult to look for normal, mass produced ice cream goods in a festival, so a convenience shop would be the easiest way to find them.

Aretta paid for her ice cream with a polite smile and rejected the offer for a plastic bag. She walked to the exit while opening each cup, applying her power, and closing the cup again.

“The conference would not be too much of a bore now- Ah!”

Too focused on her ice cream cups, Aretta didn’t notice that she had walked right into a passing red skinned Asura. The Asura didn’t even realise that she had bumped into him, but she fell fantastically forward, dropping her ice cream cups and losing her glasses in the progress. Two of the cups were sealed nice and tight, but she was in the middle of opening the third cup when she suddenly fell.

A moment of silent for our fallen vanilla and chocolate chip ice cream.

“One, two, ah, the third one can’t be helped. What did I miss now…? Right, my glasses...”

Aretta crouched down and started to feel around, looking for her glasses on the sidewalk. Luckily, she had walked toward a quiet area of the plaza. Otherwise, her glasses would have been long crushed under the passerby's feet.

Said glasses had flown a long way, falling on the pavement under a bench where a Deva woman was sitting. Of course, with how nearsighted Aretta was, she couldn't have seen the glasses that lays too far away from her.
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[Lexielai]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Seven [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Seat of the Crown Plaza[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open; Seven, Maia Asim[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Epiphany ChazGhost [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"]Seven took a moment to thoughtfully choose her words. “The VIP is someone with great influence in the Royal Court,” she explained. “Her safety is the utmost importance. You will treat her with the same respect as you would the Minister of District Security.”

Choosing to mention a figure more familiar to Maia was a tactical decision on Seven’s part. It had the benefit of both elevating the gravity of the situation and subtly reminding her of her dues. “You will address her as ‘Milady,’ or ‘Your Highness’, and you will under no circumstances inquire further into her identity. Her codename shall be ‘Lakshmi.’ And you will never mention her to anyone. None of your friends, associates, coworkers, or even superiors at the Ministry. We will send you a classification code to confirm the secrecy of this operation.”

There, up ahead, was the princess. Still chatting with the green Asura, it seemed. Seven paused in her tracks, and took a deep breath. “With all due respect, A1,” she said, carefully. “Your presence is a mere formality. I will provide more than enough security for the VIP. Just follow my lead and this will be over quickly.”

Then the princess spotted them, and peeled away from the Asura to meet them midway.

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“Hey! Seven, you’re back already? That was quick,” Rissa called out, waving. “Oh, and hello there,” she said, casually, to the darker woman beside her. As if this meeting were a mere coincidence.

Rissa gave a friendly smile. “Hi, I’m Rissa. I’m part of the Royal Family. Nice to meet you,” she said softly, yet boldly, holding her hand outstretched. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Seven drop her face into her palms, and then glare at A1. As if some part of this was all her fault. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: skyblue; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[Epiphany]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Maia Asim [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]The Seat of the Crown Plaza[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open; Seven, Rissa, Maxwell[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai ChazGhost [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"]The longer Seven talked, the more Maia found herself relieved that she'd ditched the coffee. She shouldn't have picked up a coffee in the first place. This was definitely the most formal thing she'd ever been involved with and she'd already harmed her first impression. The best course of action now was to impress upon this...servant? That she was serious-minded as well, disciplined and capable. Certainly, the comparison of the Royal Court member to the Minister of District Security for Ayodhya was a good one. She'd met him once and the memory of how far above her his station was had left a lasting impression on her recollection.

"I'm already under orders by the Ministry to treat your VIP as confidential," Maia said to Seven as they drew near their destination. "Rest assured, my word is my bond."

The brief pause and that final warning brought a slight smile to Maia's face, though. It explained everything. Finally someone behaving in a way that made sense. This was the real bodyguard, one who doubtlessly resented having a high profile Astra step in over her. Maia couldn't blame her. As Ayodhya 1, she was recognizable and that seemed the opposite of what Seven's VIP needed. The more she learned, the poorer her assignment seemed to be as a good fit to meet the security needs of this Royal Court member. Which was doubtlessly what Seven was thinking.

"As you wish," she said, shrugging slightly. Maia had no skin in this game, no real ego to be harmed. She did have her orders and it meant providing an escort for the VIP but she didn't have to be the first line of defense on the Royal Court member so long as she was the last line of defense. And hopefully yielding to the other woman's direction might thaw a bit of that frost and make something resembling a good working relationship possible. It only had to last the conference.

Then the VIP approached them. A beautiful redhead with golden eyes? Maia couldn't deny she was impressed, especially when the woman drew close enough to offer a hand to shake. A good strong grip too. It was easy enough to believe the VIP was a member of the Royal Court, just judging by the easy charisma she radiated.

At which point the VIP introduced herself...and did not use the provided code name. Maia's gaze shifted to Seven just in time to catch the glare. Time for damage control. "Your Highness," she returned with a good handshake of her own. "It's a real pleasure. Lakshmi's a nice name, you must enjoy having it." Hopefully 'Lakshmi' would catch the hint.

About that time, she noticed the man Rissa had been conversing with. Tall, well-built and green. Maia didn't see a lot of Asuras down in the levels of Ayodhya she frequented but his looks were unmistakable. Hopefully he didn't have better than average hearing, and hopefully 'Lakshmi' had been more discreet with him than she'd been with her.

So she offered him a shake as well. "Call me Maia," she said. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #336BFF; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

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"Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."

Location: The Seat of Crown Plaza

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Mood: Annoyed, Pleased with Food

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Valta would have preferred not to be in Central at all. There were so many people. He'd prefer to be back in his room working, and yet he had to be here to find and mingle with Royalty and high class people. He'd been wondering if he could have sent someone else in his place, a liaison, but his financial advisers had told him that it'd be more effective if he'd shown up personally. He apparently had an...aura? about him, something that made it hard for people to ignore him. The exact opposite of what he really wanted!

The ride here alone had been a bit of a pain. People all pushed into one another, trying not to be squished. Underneath his hat he made a face, it had only been fortunate that no matter how packed in everyone had been, no one had wanted to sit next to him. Another thing on his list, easy and affordable personal transportation.

He stopped in front of a stall and turned his head to look at what was being served. It seemed to be some kind of meat on a stick. When the man serving them noticed him, he actually took a step back. It was interesting how easy it was to startle people, however it wasn't viable to make obscuring robes like his. Not everyone liked being wrapped up tight.

"C-can I help you sir?" the man asked as Valta's glowing eyes continued to pierce through the darkness of his hat.

"One...please" the Shadow Astra said, quickly remembering to be polite. The man quickly handed him one of the sticks. Reaching into the neck covering of his attire, he pulled out the payment and set it down on the stall itself. He preferred not to touch other people. He turned and the meat vanished into the darkness only to reaper with a small chunk ripped out of it. Food. Good.

One of the few things he'd found he really enjoyed after he began to wear his clothes was that he really liked good food. Sweet, sour, savory, spicy, anything really. Before, when he'd been too afraid to do anything, food had no taste to him, it was just a way to stay alive. Now though, it was something to be enjoyed. So he did.

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[Lexielai]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom" style="color: rgb(40, 40, 40);"] GM - Shadows Rising [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Seat of the Crown Plaza[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]None[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Epiphany Seraph Darkfire _Line 213 The One Eyed Bandit [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"]A shadow whipped through the crowd. It twisted and turned in ways unnatural, ducking through the silhouettes of the blissfully unaware pedestrians around it.

Then it stopped, and rose into the shape of a person, merging seamlessly into the crowd in but a moment’s notice. Under its hood was darkness, except for two yellow dots in the abyss, gazing out into the distance.

There were three women, standing beside one another. One with snow white hair and perfectly straight posture even as she palmed her face in embarrassment. A woman with dark, curly hair and powerful physicality whose visage sent pleasing tingles down the shadow’s spine. “How I have longed to meet you, Ayodhya 1” it whispered to itself, eagerly rubbing its shadowy appendages together.

The yellow gaze then turned towards the final woman, wrapped in black with striking red hair, and a modicum of professionalism returned to the shadow. “E4 to Command. Target identity confirmed,” it rasped, stepping forward to follow the flow of the crowd. “Transferring data now.”

Then the shadow paused. There, at a plain food stall, stood a figure covered head to toe, topped with a pointed hat across its head. It took a skewer from the vendor, and inserted the meat into the darkness of its hood.

The shadow shook its head. “Yes, Command. I am still here. We will proceed as normal,” it said, softly, straining its eyes to peer under the new figure’s veil in vain. There was something familiar about this person. A strange kinship the shadow could not shake.

It stepped closer, behind a nearby pillar, to watch from a distance.


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[Lucem]

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An unfamiliar warmth spread across his tan skin. As he looked to the source of the blindingly bright rays of sunshine, he could see the endless blue sky and the fluffy white shapes that floated by. The azure contrasted greatly from his crimson eyes, its brilliance matching the scenery underneath it. Thousands of people were gathered for the event, all of them either moving along with the crowd or visiting one of the many shops. Honestly, it was a real eyesore.

With all the loud chatting that was going around him, coupled with the tight spaces and bright colors he was unaccustomed to, he could feel himself getting a headache. There was nothing like this at the bottom of Naraka. After stepping out of that hellhole for the first time and seeing what Nirvana had to offer, he wasn't exactly amazed. He was used to the darkness and the people that lived there, rather than these cheery faces that walked about while stuffing their faces with food. Even after getting a taste of fresh air, he was more comfortable with what he knew. After all, darker places made it easier to steal.

Aside from the luxuries that people on top got to enjoy, Akshath had never seen such a lively atmosphere. It was also the first time he had seen so many well-dressed people in one place. While a lot of the clothes they wore weren't his style, they were a step up from the rags that most people were stuck with down below. Of course, he didn't own anything that could be considered fancy. Monetary reasons aside, stuff like that just didn't suit him. His outfit didn't really fit with the atmosphere created by the sunny afternoon, black from top to bottom. It had clearly been worn many times before, the dark jeans and shirt having small tears littered throughout the material. While not too damaged, his jacket hardly fit him anymore, barely covering his skin as the hem struggled to reach his waist. The only thing in pristine condition was the pair of silver earrings that dangled from his lobes. The accessories differed greatly from the shadowy clothing that was well-suited for criminal acts.

Apart from the many different styles of clothing, the attendees were also diverse when it came to their physical appearances. Manu, Asura, and Deva alike filled the area, mixing together in one big melting pot. After looking closely, he could also spot those that seemed to have mixed traits. Hybrids. Those were a rare sight, so seeing this many in one place was unusual. They varied greatly in appearance, but those like him could be considered fortunate. While Hybrids that took on more noticeable features from their Asura or Deva parents tended to be victims of discrimination, he was nearly indistinguishable from a Manu. Although, his piercing red eyes and sharp teeth quickly gave his true identity away. Even with so many people in one place, he could feel the occasional judgmental glances before blending in with the rest of the sea. He was used to being feared or hated, so a dirty look or two really didn't bother him.

Even with so many Hybrids in one place, he didn't feel the need to approach any of them. Even if they were a rare breed, he didn't feel any sense of kinship with them. Their similarities meant nothing to him. The same went for the other Astras. He wasn't interested in familiarizing himself with anyone, despite the purpose of the conference. He was only here for an opportunity.

With this many Astras coming together for the first time, along with spectators that came to watch like the event was some sort of zoo, it was a good opportunity to find work. Whatever the job entailed was irrelevant as long as it paid well. There were also whispers of the gathering having some other purpose, which had potential. If not for the prospect of getting hired for something, he definitely wouldn't have come. Aside from not being a big fan of events like this, Central wasn't really to his liking. It was home to too many government agencies. He never got along with authority very well.

As he walked through the crowd, a shadowy figure caught his eye, but Akshath didn't give it much attention. Instead, he chose to give the food stalls a passing glance. If not for the lines and prices, he might've thought about finding some place to get a drink.
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[Lexielai]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom" style="color: rgb(40, 40, 40);"] GM - Power Ratings Event [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Seat of the Crown Plaza[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open to all[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox style="display: block;"] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _Line 213 dwif Epiphany WishlessSatellite Graystone713 ChazGhost LocKeii Scavenger SentinelSevn Damafaud fickleglory Lucem Remembrance simj26 The One Eyed Bandit Seraph Darkfire [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"]Despite the thrum of the festival, the shrill shriek of a loud microphone pierced through the air. “Ahem,” a voice rumbled, as the volume returned to less ear-piercing levels. “Hello, Central! We at the Tesseract Medical Corporation have a special announcement. We will be exhibiting the first demonstration of our newest product: the Astra Power Rater! Come to section D to witness history as we, for the first time, show the possibility of measuring the immense powers of the Astras with the asistance of some lucky volunteers!”

The speaker crackled once more, and clicked off. Several groups of pedestrians looked at each other in confusion for a moment before shrugging and moving on with the festivities. A few, however, looked at each other with faint surprise and excitement at the tips of their tongues. They would proceed onwards, clambering towards the large exhibition stage reserved as a booth for the Tesseract Medical Corporation.

At the forefront was a thick-set man with a bushy brown beard and a white lab coat, who struggled to shout over the crowd. “We are looking for Astra volunteers! Please proceed to the check in booth if you would like to participate to fill out some brief paperwork. One at a time!”


This is an optional event for Astras to participate in to have their power levels rated, if they so choose. It is also good opportunity to interact with other character if you have not already. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: White; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[Lexielai]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Rissa [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Seat of the Crown Plaza[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open; Seven, Maia, Maxwell[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Epiphany ChazGhost [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"]Rissa furrowed her brow for a moment, confused, before realizing Maia’s meaning. “Oh, did Seven tell you to call me that? Don’t worry about it too much. She’s always been a bit of a stickler about procedure. Just ‘Rissa’ is fine. It’s a secure enough name anyways.”

The way Maia addressed her was surprisingly calm, even after learning that she was royalty. Rissa supposed she should have expected as much from Ayodhya 1 herself. She put the thought to the side as she smiled, and turned. “Oh, and yes, this here is Maxwell. To tell you the truth, we only just met him, but he's actually a pretty friendly fellow!”

Then a crackle filled the air, and Rissa scrunched her face as she covered her ears while the announcement played from a nearby speaker. Her momentary annoyance was quickly overshadowed by the content of the message, and the sight of the exhibition stage only a short distance away.

“Power ratings? That’s so cool! Seven, we have to check this out,” she said cheerfully, reaching out to tug on Seven’s hand. Her eyes turned over to Maia and Maxwell.

“Come with us, let’s see how our powers compare!” Rissa continued, already beginning to drag Seven behind her. A playful expression crossed her lips. “Unless, of course, you think I’m stronger than you are.” [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: darkred; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[Scavenger]

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Dr Alexandra Rowe
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Seat of the Crown Plaza
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Open, Arreta Ward
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Damafaud
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As Lexa was getting up, her mind concentrating on the odd scans that she had taken, her focus was disrupted by an odd skittering sound. At a thought all the scans were pushed out of her vision and she looked around for what could have caused the odd sound. As the scans were vanishing she caught sight of a pair of glasses that skittered under the bench, reaching down she picked them up holding them by the edge of the frames as she searched for their owner. It did not take her long as her eyes were immediately drawn to the pale woman who was currently crouched and searching the ground for something, changing her grip to hold them by the bridge she walked over.

Lexa tapped the women on the shoulder wearing a bright smile "Hi there, I think you might have dropped this" she spoke in her normal upbeat tone while holding the glasses out to the woman. Now that she was closer she could examine the woman more easily, she was wearing a very formal suit with her hair hanging in two braids, her lack of glasses showed her purple eyes clearly. Lexa would have pegged her for some snooty business woman who was here to see what they could gain from the Astras but the three ice cream cups that lay on the ground belayed that opinion slightly, deciding that they would likely be interesting to talk to Lexa spoke up again. "So, Whats a fancy woman like you doing here?". As she finished speaking a shrill screach ripped over the crowd, immediatly followed by the opportunity for power testing. Lexa flinched at the screech but otherwise ignored the announcement, choosing to focus of the woman in front of her and not wanting to show off her power.
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[Epiphany]

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Maia Asim
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Seat of the Crown Plaza
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Open; Rissa, Seven, Maxwell
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Lexielai ChazGhost
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Oblivious to any shadows with yellow eyes skulking about, Maia's attention is instead upon Rissa. A Royal who is evidently set against ignoring her own protective protocols. This was the first time Maia had ever met anyone from the Royal Court and it was already a memorable experience. Either way, Rissa was the VIP, she called the shots so Maia simply nodded and said "As you like, your Highness."

With Seven on one side, Maia had already decided to step to the Royal's other side for playing bodyguard detail when the announcement went off. It was loud but the message was perhaps even more memorable than meeting royalty. Power ratings? The Ministry would love the publicity, if they could dictate the script. She promptly produced her phone and emailed off a quick message to her Ministry Coordinator, who was her point of contact for the Ayodhya brand, image, name, etc. Presumably, they'd tell her to go for it as long as Tesseract Medical Corporation agreed to plug serving in the Ministry to all the Astras in attendance. Perhaps something like 'Next up is Ayodhya 1, known around the world for her service to the Ministry! She can tell you herself that service to the state is an excellent career, good benefits and a wonderful way to use your talents to help others!'

If only she could feel the enthusiasm she worked up in others.

The heaviness of her thoughts vanished at Rissa's playful challenge. Maia set aside her brooding and her face adopted an equally playful expression. "Anytime you want to find out how high your Highness can go, put your foot in my hand." She made an upward lifting motion that plainly suggested she had ever confidence in being able to hurl the other woman into the sky. "But sure. Power ratings? You're on."

Was it safe to get competitive with the royal court? Probably not. But there was a good chance this could be the only fun she had all day. Might as well make the most of it!
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