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Futuristic The Astra Veda - Prologue [ The Astra Conference ]

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Barb Dwyer
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Seat of the Crown (Section D)
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Open
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Lexielai Lexielai
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Barb’s finger pressed against her bedazzled ear to protect it from the loud disruption. She looked upward and listened to the speaker. This was her first time anywhere in Central, let alone the Seat of the Crown. Her hand lowered and tapped her nude painted lips. Something that measured someone’s astra caught her attention. Maybe, it would help her understand herself a little more. An ugly feeling of dread squirmed inside her stomach. Or maybe it would get worse.

Although she stood 6’’ on her own, Barb liked to where heels that brought her to about 6’’ 3’-4’. Her head stuck out of the crowd, like how, even on smooth skin, there is a strange bump that ruins the plane; she examined the landscape to find section D. No signs she could see, but there was a group of sheeple that moved in a particular direction. She decided to follow. As she moved forward, Barb made an effort not to touch anyone. There was no telling where they had been. Her torso twisted and then she flattened herself past strangers. Sometimes she lifted her elegant dress and assured no footprints were left on it.

When she grew nearer to the booth, she could hear a man that tried to shout over the others. A volunteer. No time to hesitate, Barb’s arm extended from the sea of bodies.

“I would like to be the first,” she said. Heads turned toward her simultaneously. A blush rose on her cheeks when she felt the attention set on her. Numbness ran at her fingertips with her arm still in the empty space above her, Barb's pale blue eyes looked to the bushy, bearded man.
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Maxwell Cross
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Rissa, Seven,Maia
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Lexielai Lexielai Epiphany Epiphany
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"...Okay, I guess you not going to answer my question then" Maxwell sighed as the red-haired women he was talking ran off to meet up with her friends as he asked her a question. But he then he just shrugged. "I've been treated worse," Maxwell said following behind the women shortly after she went ahead. Maxwell caught up when the red-haired girl introduced herself as Rissa. Maxwell was happy to finally learn the girl's name but then became curious when the new girl to the group (Maia) called Rissa "Highness". ...I guess she's a bodyguard and Rissa is a rich girl. Or maybe a royalty. But either way, it would probably cause me to much trouble if I found out then knowing is worth... Maxwell thought to himself as Rissa began introducing him.

"Thanks," Maxwell said to Rissa after she complimented him. Then Maxwell attention went to the announcement talking about a booth doing power ratings. Maxwell smirked as started getting excited where his power would be ranked. "You can count me in as well. I'd like to see how much higher my power is then your guys" Maxwell said joking a little as he was still smirking before following Rissa. "By the way, I don't believe I got your two's names yet. Rissa was nice enough to introduce herself as I caught up but I haven't gotten a chance to hear your guys' names." Maxwell pointed out looking from two apparent bodyguards or close friends to Rissa as they headed to the booth.
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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Astika, the Serpent. [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Seat of the crown, Tesseract booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open, interacting with Barb Dwyer[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai Lexielai , fickleglory fickleglory [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"]To say Astika felt awkward was an understatement. He felt, overwhelmingly, like he didn't belong here. And yet, there was some... Righteous undercurrent. He might've been dressed too warmly for weather up on the surface, but it felt like his home should be this warm. The light of the sun would've been blindingly bright if not for his father's old sunglasses, but its light on his skin felt right. The natural breeze was odd, but the scents it carried... He could feel the stares; He flicked his tongue out as he sniffed the breeze, and a few people noticed. Again, he felt awkward. But at the same time, he felt like they should stare. He met the few gazes he could spot, for just a moment. Then he did something that certainly got more stares. he pulled off his coat. It was a heavy winter coat, and underneath, he was wearing a tank top. His arms were bare, and the scaly lumps on his skin were visible to the naked eye. He shouldn't have to hide them, and he shouldn't have to live underground... Nobody should.

There was only a moment between him removing his jacket and the loudspeakers blaring to life nearby. He could actually see the stage where the man was talking... A test? Astika wasn't necessarily proud of his abilities, but finding out just how powerful he was... Well, having some measure of how dangerous he could be sounded useful. As he approached, he saw a few people starting to volunteer, but one woman's voice cut through all of them. A Manu, and an attractive one at that. He didn't normally find any attraction to them, but her... He felt something. A sort of rattling in his mind. But it was drowned out, for now. She seemed nervous, rendered helpless by the gaze of the crowd. So he stepped up raised his hand, and spoke.

"I'll go second, if that's all right."

The gazes sort of recentered on him, then people began to make their decisions: Watching the stage, preparing to get in line, or finding something else to do. The eyes mostly wandered elsewhere, and he felt a bit of relief. Then, even as he felt that rattle in his mind, he spoke to the pretty woman.

"I... Hope you don't mind me stepping in like that. My name is Astika. What's yours?" [/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: palegreen; 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]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Jakob Brötzmann [/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[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText][/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"]Was he wasting his time by sitting alone drinking whilst there was so much right before him to experience? Everyone around him seemed to be having so much fun, what was he missing? Was it because he was alone or just not putting himself outside of his comfort zone?

Finishing off his fifth glass he set it to the side and rose to his feet. He disappeared by into the crowd becoming another of the indistinguishable face within it. He let the crowd pull him along like a river hoping to find something of interest that would break monotony that he had forced himself into. As if an answer to his prayers a voice abruptly drowned out the din of the crowd, announcing an Astra only event. He started to push his way through the crowds to make his way to the designated spot. This would be his first time being able to see other Astras in action, something that he couldn't afford to miss.

After some searching he found himself in the staging area, a large crowd had already formed making getting a decent view of the event difficult. Resigned to be unable to see the event Jakob began to turn to head back when a voice called out asking for more Astra volunteers. Sure he didn't intend to take part in the first place, but it's the easiest way to get a front row seat. [/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: #ffcc66; 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]
 







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"There are different kinds of darkness, There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful, There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good."

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Valta noticed a shadow skulking about through the crowd but he wasn't one to judge. His fingers twitched as he reached for that source of darkness before pausing. It wouldn't be good to go around throwing strange shadows around with his abilities. He hadn't heard of a sentient shadow yet but there was a first time for everything. Then the announcement came about Astra power ratings and he frowned. Curiosity filled him. The study of his own abilities and the abilities of others had been a little side project of his. It intrigued him that someone had created a way to measure that power. If he could get his hands on that technology, he could use it to study the effects of other abilities. Maybe he could even find them and recruit them, they could help with his inventions or even make it so he didn't have to do things like this.

Not only that, revealing that he was an Astra might allow him to receive an audience with royalty to spread his ideas to other districts.

"I'm willing" he said raising a gloved hand. His voice wasn't loud but it carried well. He could see that others wanted to go before him and he didn't mind. Observing how this device worked both as an observer and participant would give him a better understanding. Of course, he considered that this might be some trap to capture or harm any Astra that were found, but he was confident in his ability to flee at the very least. Ever since awakening his abilities, he'd noticed that his body was much stronger and tougher than it had been in the past. It was a pleasant thing to have discovered as he hadn't really taken good care of himself in the past.

He suddenly cocked his head as another phrase entered his ears "Highness?" he muttered as he turned his head to look for the source of the sound. It sounded like a term for Royalty..but he saw no processions or people bowing, or anything else he'd associated with Royalty being around. Then he found something that caught his eye "Ayodhya 1" he said softly when he spotted her. Who didn't know of her, he kept up with news in Ayodhya. However, he was less familiar with the people she was with, maybe associates in the same line of business? Taking a day off to enjoy the festivities possibly?

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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Barb Dwyer [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Section D [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Astika, open [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Graystone713 Graystone713 [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]When attention pulled away from her, Barb’s head snapped to the second voice. A harsh glare stained her face. The expression quickly shifted to something close to disapproval; her brows stayed scrunched. Scales looked better on bags and shoes than on someone's skin. Her arm lowered when the fatigue became bothersome. Onlookers paid no mind to them as they waited for the show to begin. Again, she heard the asura’s voice. Her body directed at the booth as her head turned to speak, “Not at all,” While her face looked friendly her tone expressed pettiness. The woman’s pale blue eyes shamelessly looked him up and down. He was a little too small for her taste. Her lips puckered in thought then rested as she spoke, “Astika, my name is Barb Dwyer,” her annunciation was perfect, neither slur nor mumble was caught in her dialogue. Barb’s head tilted to the left and her eyes fluttered gracefully; her hand gestured to herself. You could say her fingers were dripping gold for the amount of jewelry wrapped around each digit. “You may call me Miss Dwyer.” [/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: #7a8391 ; 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]
 
[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] Seat of the Crown Plaza, Tesseract booth [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Open ; Rissa, Seven, Maxwell [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai Lexielai ChazGhost 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); white-space: pre-wrap;"] By the time the group of them headed to the demonstration, a tall woman had already stuck her arm up and volunteered to be first. Maia watched with rapt attention, curious to see what would happen next. Maxwell's remark about wanting to see if his power was greater than theirs resulted in a lifted eyebrow and a second look at the green man. This was a conference of Astras, after all, it shouldn't be surprising on the face of it to meet others with powers. And yet in the past five years, she'd had virtually no occasion to do so. Astras were such a small demographic in the population, and the Districts were so large. And now she was surrounded with them. How was the Ministry planning on dealing with these people, if they decided the law stood in the way of them getting what they wanted with their powers? Privately disquieted by the thought, Maia caught Maxwell's question and offered a hand to shake. "Maia Asim." By the time their party arrived at the Tesseract booth, three people had already volunteered to go first. Which bought Maia time to check again with her Ministry Coordinator to see if the Ministry had a statement they wanted her to make, or if she should just 'wing' it for good publicity. Looking around the crowd, she noticed a couple of looks her way and smiled slightly, acknowledging each with a nod of the head. The Ministry uniform wasn't exactly uncommon but she was likely the only one wearing one joining the crowd. And for those who watched the vids (or cartoons, or ate cereal), she had face recognition at least. She almost raised her hand before glancing back at Rissa and Seven. With an inquiring look at the servant, Maia said to the princess, "If your Highness wishes to go first?" [/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]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Recon [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Central (Crown Plaza) [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Open [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Scavenger Scavenger Lexielai Lexielai Epiphany Epiphany ChazGhost 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); white-space: pre-wrap;"] "We've lost one--make that two, actually--" "I know." Two spiders had disappeared in rapid succession. Though there were many eyes to choose from, and plenty still waiting beneath his clothing for their positioning orders, something about the bots being detected so soon, so easily, amongst the throng of the crowd, proved to be a little disturbing. "Hold on--one's back. Could've just been a brief failure?" "Check the edges of the feed. Someone interfered." There were slight blessings afforded by the capture data of the second spider; though whomever had stopped it went through quite a few pains to keep themselves hidden, the opening of a portal right in front of the spider's eyes made her power clear as day. Portal making was something worth keeping tabs on; already, a window into just how varied and strange the powers of those at this conference could be was offered. Perhaps there was good information to be gleaned from his survey interferences after all. "Two groups of three, divide and take up vantage points near the failure sites. No direct approach. Long-distance observation, maintain a lack of direct interaction while observing from afar. The farther up, the better. I want a third group surveying the entire plaza." The rewards for this change in strategy were interesting, to say the least. It was difficult to tell just who within the purview of the first group was responsible for the interruption; even with the spider's initial position established, there was no way to assume whether or not the person currently present on the bench was the one responsible for its disturbance. Yet, information was information; as the woman stopped to talk with another, the machines watched, this time high and away, as they attempted to establish some sort of confirmation. The second group, however--those watching a far more easily confirmed target--managed to catch something far more interesting. "What the hell is that?" "An Astra." "Listen, Recon, I love you, man, you saved my sister's life, but respectfully dude, no friggin' shit." It was difficult for Remi to concentrate on keeping his direction more or less the same despite the flow and stiff interference of the surrounding crowd and its many individual persons and pathways while he concentrated on the feed of the shadowy someone from behind his helmet. Though it would have been true to say that his presence was simply naturally foreboding, something about the figure's inability, or, perhaps, lack of desire, to interact with those he so carefully watched spoke volumes all the same. The being's interaction with the small group was more akin to a hunter carefully stalking their prey than any sort of careful observation or curious leering. "Who is it looking at?" "Uhh...Tried cross-checking their faces, only one shows up. Some famous girl in another district." More propaganda than Remi would have liked flicked into place on the sides of his visor, yet the information was important all the same. "Where she goes, then, there'll be cameras. If she's going to be at this event, then I'll have to be as invisible to her as possible." "...Yeah. You're weclome." Remi wasn't used to handing out thanks this often. In fact, the whole idea of having people behind him in the middle of the field was something of a foreign feeling. "...Thank you. Sorry." "That's more like it, man." The other two were going to have to help him keep watch over that particular feed; there was so much to concentrate on that he was sure to miss something on his own. The shadow-being, having refused to disappear, was of particular interest at this point. There was no telling whether he was interested in the girl solely for the sake of her fame, or if there was something else going on. Remi's stride toward the conference center was not slowed, not even by the announcement that came from a very familiar corporation. The mere mention of their name seemed to bring forth a primal itch, mental yet physical at the same time. A sharp awareness of his illness once again dominated his mind, as if the existence of the company itself was the source of his suffering. "Tesseract is here, that could be good intel-- "I'm not going over there. The last thing I need to do is end up in contact with anyone from that company." Even observing them was a risk, if he was simply going to lose more units; was he merely unlucky the first few times? No; as long as he kept them above the crowd, tucked away in high, hard to reach places, he could avoid that earlier incident. All they had to do was climb. Climb, and wait. And so they did; the small army snaked their way up stalls, up buildings, up lamps and poles, the insect-sized constructs now paying careful attention to how detectable they were, all while attempting to detect others. Something else, a deeper, darker thought, began worming its way into his mind. "Why does Tesseract want to develop technology for Astras?" "It's another market, dude. You know how that sort of thing works." "I know." And indeed, he did know; nothing about that was lost on him. Yet, they had come up with this technology so quickly, experimental or not. Who had been working with them? Another Astra had to be present for them to even know whether or not the device worked, or so he assumed. Who was this person? Were they loyal to the corporation? How versed were they in their workings? And who put this together? An agency? A division of theirs? A single laboratory? "I just don't like the idea of rooting around in what we can do." "You mean what you can do," one of the helpers corrected, "you haven't even met another Astra. Kinship doesn't move that quickly." Their words of caution--or, at least, their attempt at them--were somewhat sobering. Though he had come here for the sake of exploiting potential connections, there was no telling whether or not said connections would prove fruitful, or even be possible to create. All would become clear at the conference, that much was certain, but even despite their common tie, Remi was bound to be a world away from many. A world far enough away that he needed someone else's name to even attend. 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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Rissa [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Tesseract Medical's Exhibition Booth[/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 Epiphany ChazGhost ChazGhost fickleglory fickleglory dwif dwif Graystone713 Graystone713 Seraph Darkfire 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); white-space: pre-wrap;"]The man ran a hand through his hair. “Alright, I’m going to repeat this one more time. Astras volunteers please proceed to the check-in booth!" Rissa wasted no time, taking hold of both Maia and Seven’s hands, nodding to Maxwell, and then promptly pushing her way through the crowd. “Out of the way! Astras coming through. Move it!” she shouted, and her authority was heard. Unlucky pedestrians inbetween found themselves unconsciously stepping back before they’d even processed the order as Rissa rushed forward, parting them almost like a ship through the waves. [div style="display: inline-block; border: 2px solid white; background: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: normal;"]
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[/div]The booth was, essentially, more like a large metal box with the logo of Tesseract Medical painted proudly along its side. There were two guards in Ministry uniforms who nodded a little longer than necessary at them as they stepped aside from the entrance. The two sliding doors underneath the sign for ‘Check-In Booth’ then swished open as Rissa stepped in, pulling Maia and Seven along with her. “Four Astras, here to volunteer!” she announced, letting go of her bodyguards hands. Inside the booth was rather spacious, and the interior disguised its drab metal foundations with an interesting assortment of patterns, sculptures, greenery, and splashes of color along the walls (usually, Rissa noticed, some sort of variation on their logo—they sure wanted people to know their name). To the side was a lounge of some sort, with a few comfortable-looking white couches surrounding a glass table. Scattered farther around were desks, staffed by employees who snuck discrete glances at the Astras who just stepped inside. At the very center was a circular reception, where a Deva with a bright crescent across her forehead greeted them. “Welcome! I presume you all are here to volunteer? We’ll be ready for testing in just a moment; we’ll start with a preliminary examination to confirm that everything proceeding safely and normally before we set you off on stage. Please fill out these forms while you wait to acknowledge your consent, and help us acquire the information needed to give you an accurate reading.” Rissa took one of the thick packets held out by the smiling woman, and passed the rest around. She gave it a brief glance over with curiosity. Some basic information to start with—height, weight, blood type, race, hair colors, that sort of thing. Then she flipped the flimsiplast paper over: now there was a liability agreement. Next one was a copyright agreement permitting use of recordings of the signee in promotional material. She flipped through a few more pages and found a non-disclosure agreement. Then continued flipping through, each time finding some sort of new contract written in the same judicious use of legal-lese. Rissa smile dropped a little as she turned to Seven, who gave her a knowing glance. This was the worst of all nightmares. Paperwork. She hated paperwork. So. Much. With a fiery passion, even. It was not uncommon for her instructors to assign her paperwork to fill out under the pretense of preparing for her official duties, though really it was probably more like busy work. Well, Rissa knew how to play that game too; she just foisted all of it on to Seven and called it a day. “So...how about you help me take a look at this, Seven?” she suggested, with the hint of a plea for help. The latter shook her head with her signature odd mixture of formality and mirth. “Oh, no, milady. I couldn’t take away the duty bestowed upon you,” Seven said. “You’re a sadist,” Rissa grumbled as she stepped back from the counter and towards the open lounge. “I hate you.” [/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]
 
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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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Giving business card
Grateful, happy
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When she was feeling around for her glasses, Aretta felt a tap on her shoulder, followed by an extended hand that was holding a familiar pair of glasses; it could be no one else but hers, of course. Aretta took the glasses gratefully and dusted it with a piece of cloth from her pocket before putting it on the bridge of her nose. She blinked a few times as her sight adjusted itself. No scratch or crack. It was lucky that the glasses was intact despite how she fell earlier.

"Thank you! I would still be looking for it if not for your help," she thanked the woman who had picked up her glasses as she adjusted the glasses position on her nose.

When Aretta looked a bit more carefully, the woman had a high chance of not being a Manu descent. Although Manu with genetic inherited red hairs existed, no conditions that she knew of could give a Manu pink tinted skin. Of course, if this was ten years ago, she would have been sure that the woman was not a Manu; cosmetic surgery and artificial skin colouring had been available for public for several years now, and hair spray had been around for even longer. Unless one was to own wings or horns, it would be difficult to differentiate a Manu with a Deva or Asura in the current era, she surmised.

"Ah, my name is Aretta. I'm here as a representative Astra for Whatever Work I Guess Workshop from Arcadia to expand our social network," she said with a straight face as he left hand rummaged through her bag (her right hand was holding the two remaining ice cream cups).

Although the name sounded ridiculous, it was the official name of the workshop where Aretta lived and worked with her father, Triage. The situation surrounding the workshop was a bit complicated. Frankly, it wasn't really a workshop since they didn't make any craft there. It was more similar to a research facility slash job agency with Triage immersed in his research and Aretta going out often to fulfill request with her power. Calling it a business would feel pathetic for the daughter and father pair was the only employees of the workshop. To put it simply, it was not even a proper organization.

Even so, Aretta handed the woman who had found her glasses a professional-looking, glossy white business card with 'WHATEVER WORK I GUESS WORKSHOP' written in fine print, with the name Historia written just below the workshop's name. Written on the centre of the card's back was "Preservation Specialist" , along with the workshop contact info and address on the bottom left of the card.

"Coincidentally, Historia is my... business name. Have you heard of it by any chance?"

Although she tried to ask nonchalantly, there was an unmistakable glitter of excitement in her tone as she threw the question. A more careful observer would realise her faster breathing pace, slightly widened eyes, and the hint of a grin in her polite smile. It may sounded silly for some, but Aretta found joy in her name being recognised by others. It was akin to acknowledging her existence in society, as well as proving her worth. She had worked diligently in Arcadia and she was quite known there, but it was only on a very limited scope. The chance of a stranger she met in Central to recognise her name would be minuscule, but she couldn't help but wish for a little.

Being known world wide... that would be more exhilarating than winning the lottery for Aretta.
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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] The Hierophant [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Tesseract Medical's Booth [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Seven, Rissa, Maia, Maxwell [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai 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); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Seven was doing an alright job. The gal loved the princess as an older sister would her younger sibling. He, himself, had never had much experience with a younger sibling. The closest he had to one were a few subordinates from his time on the battlefield, a time when he was foolish and bloodthirsty, and paid no attention to the others around him. He left those days behind him, but forgetting them was a task he was not about to perform any time soon. It was only after seeing the two proceed towards the Tesseract booth that he was suddenly aware that he was perhaps reminiscing too much to be considered working. He decided to tail the heiress and her aide. It wouldn't do to keep them out of sight. Seven was supposed to have been briefed on the least of his, Eight’s, duties, which amounted to just keeping an eye on the two in case of any complications that may arise that neither Seven nor the princess could handle. This was a white lie, of course. Perhaps they didn't want it to be known to her that Eight was only around to keep tabs on both of them, as this, in and of itself, was stepping onto their privacy, even if he had been instructed to not directly interfere with their actions. “I’d like to sign up for the test, if you wouldn't mind.” He straightened his tie, flashing a grin at the check-in booth’s attendant as he sauntered up to it. “I ain’t no powerhouse or anythin’, but it’d give me somethin’ to entertain myself. Don’t get too disappointed, y’hear?” He gave a low chuckle, and accepted the bundle of papers that she handed over to him after granting him one quizzical look. He took the papers and strolled over to where Seven and her quarry were. Keeping his hat on, he turned through the papers. They didn't seem like anything out of the ordinary. Perhaps he was too cynical of the way that organisations operated today, but he wasn't about to fill in his contact information, or at least, not his own, and let them sell it off to other companies for advertisement and all that. He may be devout, but he wasn’t stupid. From under the brim of his hat, he occasionally glanced at the other participants while scribbling his own particulars onto the forms. He waited until he finished his own forms before he finally set his stationary down on his lap and turned to the other participants, particularly the princess and her posse. “Exhilarating, ain’t it? Bein’ chosen out of a metaphorical hat to receive such powers? I would’ve called you mad six years ago if you told me that this was going to happen to me. ” He gave a chortle of mirth. “Funny how the fates turn, huh?” He gave a curt bow, more like a nod than anything else. “Pleasure to meet you. Name’s David. I don't mean to be too oppressive, but has anyone told you you look like the princess?” He directed the question to, of course, the princess. While he was trying to simply seem like any other over-eager Astra, it was also meant to be a reminder to Seven that it was not wise for the security of the princess, no matter how capable either of them were, to just flaunt her status around. 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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Recon [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Central (Crown Plaza)[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Epiphany Epiphany ChazGhost ChazGhost fickleglory fickleglory dwif dwif Graystone713 Graystone713 Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire Lexielai 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); white-space: pre-wrap;"]"Don't look now bud, but if you want to keep tabs on that group and check up on what Tesseract is doing, we might end up with a problem." "What is it?" Remi had nearly reached the conference center; even if things weren't due to start for some time, the more familiar he was with the area, and the more setup time he had, the smaller his chances of running into issues like having the spiders end up in the eyes of others. The less observation he had thrown his way--and the way of his machines--the smoother this entire thing would go. And yet, of course, the choice that he had just been saddled with proved to be something of a complication. The appropriate feed flickered to life at the edge of his HUD; the party of Astras was rapidly making its way through the crowd to the closed-off, guarded booth surrounding whatever this test was supposed to consist of. Whatever was in there had to be safe, at least to some extent, Remi reasoned; if one of the girls in that group was as famous as the quick background check provided to him seemed to suggest, then there was no way that a corporation, even one as big and as rich as Tesseract, would want to chance a district-spanning PR war. Of course, that did not stop something from failing to sit right with him. "This isn't a problem. We just have to be careful." The front door, as tempting as it was, was not a safe option, especially if that white-haired girl was already aware of the existence of Remi's machines. Thankfully, box, booth, or otherwise, humans--Astra or otherwise--always had to breathe. One of the watching spiders leapt from its position, legs linking together and spinning rapidly on the sides, no larger or audible than a mere fly as it zipped through the air, landing on the top of the large metal construct. The light buzz of fans on the top of the trailer signaled Remi's desired alternate entrance, though the speed of the shifting blades proved problematic. "Whatever happened to 'not going anywhere near there?'" "It's a more thorough setup than I had expected," Remi replied, his seeing-eye spider observing the rapidly-turning fan as he attempted to devise some sort of entry strategy, "whatever's inside could be beneficial." This wouldn't be the first time he sent a spider in through a ventilation system; in many instances, the insectoid micro-machines could even take the impact of larger blades. The real problem, when it came to an installation as small as this one, was the speed of the fans making it nigh impossible to slip through the cracks. Slowly, the spider lowered itself further into the vent, stopping a mere inch away from the rapidly spinning fan. There was no way that the jump could be timed, not at the fan's current speed, and cutting away the blades would lead to a potentially audible noise when the metal fell away. No; the fans would have to be slowed. That was the only way in. A momentary tangle would do the trick. Several more spiders descended from on-high, spreading out along the top of the vent's exterior, latching onto the booth's construction. Spools of thin, strong wire dropped into the vent, catching and tangling along the fan's many blades. Slowly, the spiders increased their individual resistance, the pressure shared amongst several making it less likely for any one machine to slip. The window afforded as a result of the maneuver was a brief one, yet the exploring spider managed to slip past the whirling blades, ducking deeper into the ventilation system. "Very good. Return to your positions," Remi instructed. Now, all that was left was to see what exactly was within Tesseract's little demonstration. 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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Dr Alexandra Rowe [/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, Arreta Ward [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Damafaud Damafaud [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Lexa raised an eyebrow at the elaborate name of the workshop, it was both odd and long but she supposed that it would at least stick in the mind. Lexa reached forward and plucked the fancy business card out of Aretta's hand and lifted the interface on her left arm. She quickly scanned her eyes over the card at the same time the interface scanned it into the computer, the second that it was done she stuffed the card into one of her pockets and refocused on Aretta. Re focusing just in time to catch the end of her sentence Lexa shook her head gently "I'm afraid that I have not heard about your workshop, what preservation work do you do?". It was obvious that Aretta must work for the museum industry in some way, they were the only people based in arcadia that Lexa could think of that would require an expert in preservation. Even as this was all running through Lexa's head she realised that she hadn't actually introduced herself so after slapping herself on the forehead she spoke up again "I'm sorry, I'm being rude asking questions before introducing myself I'm Lexa Rowe". As she speaks Lexa extends the hand that had just slapped her forehead. [/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: teal ; 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]
 
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Aretta Ward | Historia
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Dr Alexandra Rowe
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Neutral, engaged
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Scavenger Scavenger
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"Ah."

Well, she didn't really expect her to know, but it would be a pleasant surprise if she did. Nevertheless, the disappointment was still there. The light withered in her eyes. The vibrant atmosphere gradually dimmed, until the air around her turned subdued. With a smile, she shook Lexa's extended hand. Seeing how young Lexa looked and the absence of ring on her left ring finger, she assumed that Lexa wasn't married.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Rowe," she replied. "regarding my work, I mainly use my power to preserve artifacts and historical objects for museum, but I also work with those in food production industry when I'm needed. Unmelting ice cream is quite popular among tourists of historical ruins."

As one would expect, the ability to preserve unliving objects is valued highly among archaeologists and museum owners. No need to worry about moss! Have no more fear toward rust! Cut down on maintenance fee forever by paying for this once in a lifetime offer! Whether it was for excavators on-site or curators, Aretta's ability would make their jobs easier and keep wallets heavier by simply touching the artifacts and applying her power.

Of course, Aretta was not satisfied with only working among historians and collectors.

During tourists season, she approached high end restaurants and frozen good companies and give them an offer; preservation of a certain amount of goods, in return of money and a small amount of the food. The first company she approached was skeptic at first, but after tourists realised their drink would stay cold even after five hours under the glaring sun and made the drink viral, she was flooded with requests in return. Who could resist the temptation of having an ice cream frozen 'forever' in summer or a soup warm 'forever' in winter?

Three months after her debut in food industry, Aretta got the leisure to choose which request she would take.

"How about you, Miss Rowe? For what reason are you visiting this conference? Are you an Astra, by any chance?" Aretta asked. Her voice was calm and polite, with a hint of curiosity in it.
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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Maxwell Cross [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Tesseract Medical's Exhibition Booth [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Open: Seven, Maia, Rissa, David [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai Lexielai simj26 simj26 Epiphany 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); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Maxwell continued to follow Rissa and the others, with a grin on face. He found enjoyable to watch Rissa more or less drag her two friends to the booth. ...I defiantly like her spirit. I wonder she be interested in joining my dojo. She would be a good fit for my style from I have seen of her so far. Though I haven't seen her in a fight though. Well in end she has spirit and that's something you can't teach... Maxwell thought as they got near the booth. Maxwell was further impressed as Rissa seemed to easy command people out of the way. ...She defiantly knows how to command a croud, that's for sure... Maxwell and the rest group finally made into the booth. Maxwell look around the room a bit as a Deva room came up to him and group. "Yep, we are here volunteer to see..." Maxwell said smiling until he saw the packets of paper the Deva was handing each of them. "...Well, I guess I'll go sit down and fill this out then..." Maxwell said with a sigh before sitting down on one of the couches. Maxwell began filling out the packet of papers. Maxwell wasn't the biggest fan of paper, a feeling he shared with Rissa it seems. But in the end, if either wanted to find out there power rating they would have to do it. As Maxwell final finished his paperwork another man had sat near him and group and began making conversation. "I know what you mean man, I'd never guessed I would be able to do what I can do now six years ago. Hell if I didn't have my power I would be dead" Maxwell said smiling to the man who introduced himself as David. "Does she look like the princess? I don't really pay attention to the royal family tree or politics for that matter. I'm usually to busy with my dojo to worry about those things" Maxwell commented after David asked if Rissa was ever told that she looked like the princess. [/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: EX: Blue ; 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]
 
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"There are different kinds of darkness, There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful, There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good."

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While working on his own papers, he managed to over hear the conversation nearby "I was unaware that there was a Princess" he said turning to them "To my knowledge the Empress possesses no Suitors or Consorts with which she has an heir" his golden eyes stared at them, observing Rissa "However, I am not an expert on politics, she could have had a child and I am just unaware" it had never occurred to him to really pay attention to what royalty did. Their personal lives or children didn't really concern him. He'd been entirely focused on improving the lives of the common populace.

His glove beeped softly and he turned his eyes back to the paper. It had found something that he didn't agree with. While he wasn't much of a lawyer, with the aid of one, he'd designed his gloves to look for key words to prevent him signing something he didn't understand or accept. He made a few counter agreements before signing, making a note that his signing was only in acceptance with his stipulations. He wouldn't agree to anything that didn't allow the common people to profit from it nor would he allow anyone to use his information against him. Honestly, he wished he'd completed his invisible ink nanomachines, that would have made this process a lot easier.

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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] The Serpent [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Seat of the crown, bench[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Ms. Dwyer, Rissa, the Tesseract booth lady[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai Lexielai fickleglory fickleglory [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]Astika was shocked at first. He thought this ‘Ms Dwyer’ was frozen with fear. She’d looked so nervous. But now she seemed to resent him for taking the attention. In fact... He knew that expression. He should’ve remembered what she was. Not all Manu were so judgemental, but she clearly was. The rattle in his mind grew louder now. His instincts seemed to know better than he did, since another woman, one with flame-red hair, pushed him aside. Her entourage followed, and he composed himself. He said nothing to either woman as he walked to the booth, took a packet of paperwork, and paused... So many things to sign. So many little contracts. He didn’t hear the rattle, but he certainly felt... Nervous about signing the papers. “Um... Forgive me, but I’ve changed my mind. I’m going now.” The woman almost objected, but she had the paperwork back, and he was walking away. He’d try to find a bench or something, a place to rest while he waited for the conference to begin in earnest. Most of the benches were occupied, and some were completely covered (in one case with a single occupant!) but somehow he spotted one that was completely vacant and took a seat, trying to relax...[/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: Palegreen; 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]
 
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[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]Seat of the Crown Plaza, Tesseract booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open; Rissa, Seven, Maxwell, the Hierophant[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai Lexielai ChazGhost ChazGhost simj26 simj26 [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]Maia smiled at the sight of Rissa cutting through the crowd of people like a ship across the sea on some of the vids she'd seen. And of course, with her hand clasped by the Royal, she was caught up in her wake. Sighing to herself, but still smiling, Maia contented herself with keeping an eye on the crowd in case someone made a run at her ward. And mostly she just let Rissa set the pace and the destination. Upon arrival at the booth, Maia examined the booth and the 'Check-In Booth' sign before following along as Rissa tugged her in. Released at last, Maia chuckled and then peered around at the professionally done clinical area. Much nicer than anywhere in Ayodhya, that's for sure. At least in the Lower Levels. With Rissa speaking for her, Maia simply nodded agreeably if anyone looked her way to confirm her reason for being here. For a Ministry Officer, she made no effort to put herself front and center. Frankly, it was refreshing to meet someone willing to take charge and lead for a change. Leading came naturally for her too but doing it all the time, on camera, conscious that every mistake could be recorded, often made it a tense unrewarding experience so letting someone else be in the spotlight allowed her to relax for the first time in...forever. "Thank you," she said, accepting the packet of information from Rissa as the Royal passed them around. She immediately took a seat and went to work filling it out, with the practiced air of someone who had done more paperwork than any human being should ever have to do. At several points, though, she reached into a pocket inside her uniform and produced her Marketing Coordinator's card which she affixed to the paperwork. Then, Maia signed everything but wrote on the flimsiplast paper various edits. The liability agreement was fine but the copyright agreement's terms were subject to contractual review and approval by the Ministry of Ayodhya District Security's Legal and Regulatory Division, with the Marketing Coordinator identified as the point of contact for such follow-up. Likewise, the non-disclosure agreement was subject to the overriding legal responsibility the Ministry had; if Maia witnessed anything that contravened local laws (given Central was outside of her jurisdiction), she had the legal responsibility to report it without any possible civil or criminal consequence. "Hmmm?" She looked up when addressed by the Hierophant and nodding approvingly at his modest, formal attire. "Hello David," she said, rising from her paperwork and reaching out a hand to shake his. "I'm Maia. This is Seven and...", she sighed, " Rissa." And with the introduction made, she watched David with a look of friendly curiosity to conceal the serious examination for danger (in the form of any signs of concealed weapons, tattoos or gang signs, etc.). At Maxwell's remarks, Maia turned slightly to glance at him before asking "Dojo? What do you teach? And where?" 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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Seven [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open; Maia, Maxwell, Valta, David, Rissa[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Epiphany Epiphany ChazGhost ChazGhost simj26 simj26 Seraph Darkfire 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); white-space: pre-wrap;"]Seven frowned, and her sharp eyes cut deeply into the newcomer. “Oh no, he’s referring to the princess from that popular holovid series...Rainbow Knight Squad, was it?” she said, her tone gentle like a soft wind. The Rainbow Knight Squad, despite its innocent and childlike name, had a rather cult-like following in Trinity. It was known to be a rare piece of media targeted towards children that still managed to respectfully dive deeply into the complex issues that intrigued adults. “Everyone knows the Her Majesty is the only soul with royal blood.” Her mention of the show was a deflection, and a reminder to Eight that, officially, there did not exist such a princess. Lady Clarissa’s occasional discretion she could understand, but coming from the mouth of Eight? A royal guard? Such mistakes were inexcusable. Despite her amiable, polite smile and outwardly pleasant mein, Seven’s gaze continued to rain fire. “Nice to meet you, Dave,” her princess said as Ayodhya 1 began to chat with the Asura. She held her hand out to Eight with a subtly knowing smile and acknowledgement, if one knew where to look. Seven couldn’t help the swell of pride in her heart. For all of her princess’ faults, and boisterous attitude, there still laid a cunning hunter beneath the surface. Perhaps all the more well hidden by her audacity. She would be fine heir to the throne. Seven noticed that Lady Clarissa had already put down the stack of papers in her hand, turning her attention instead to a nearby shadowy figure. “So....you. With the pointy hat. Don’t get me wrong, it’s cool, but what’s up with that?” her princess asked curiously, with the hint of a playful grin. Idly, Seven wondered if Lady Clarissa had come to the same conclusion that she had; that it would be dangerous to put down any of the information Tesseract was asking for. To be measured or recorded in any way. It would indeed be brilliant if her choice of conversation was layered in tactics, both to gather information about the present situation and to naturally escape a threatening situation. Such brilliance, Seven thought. As expected of the royal princess. Always two steps ahead of talentless souls such as myself. The truth was a little less extravagant. Despite Seven’s glowing inner praise, Rissa was really just bored of reading the legal jargon. But, well, ignorance was bliss. [/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]
 







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"There are different kinds of darkness, There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful, There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good."

Location: The Seat of Crown Plaza
Mentions: Lexielai Lexielai Epiphany Epiphany ChazGhost ChazGhost
Mood: Curious
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"Really?" he asked "I wouldn't know. I don't pay much attention to holovids these days, always too busy" he chuckled softly. Of course, he didn't entirely believe Seven's words. She seemed nice enough but the way she was staring at the other one set off alarms in his head. They were hiding something..

Then his attention was pulled towards the woman everyone was talking about as she began to talk to him. He touched his hat thoughtfully "My entire suit is comprised of several smaller devices, each giving off a different effect. The outer layer acts as an armor, thin but incredibly tough, with proper control, it can even become an even stronger shell. Aside from simple cooling and heating devices to enable me to wear it anywhere, there are a variety of smaller devices such as the ones in my glove that allow me to call it to me if I remove them, or they are removed" cause he'd never willingly remove any piece of his clothing in the presence of other people, not even the Empress herself.

"Basically, with how complicated the system is, much like the body, it needed a brain. The hat acts as such, filled with enough processing power to run more than just my suit. It analyzes the surroundings, gathering information and keeping a log of all new interests, as well as giving me a large knowledge base to pull from" a holographic image appeared in front of his eyes, the very holovid they had just been talking about before vanishing "Also, I'd say it is a passing resemblance at most"

"Apologies as well, I know your names but you do not know mine. I am Valta Zeiphim"
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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom" style="color: rgb(40, 40, 40);"] The Shadow [/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]Closed[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] _Line 213 _Line 213 The One Eyed Bandit The One Eyed Bandit [div class=infoText][/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]The shadow kept quiet, yet it could not help the gleam of its glowing yellow eyes. “Is that so?” it rasped, listening to something. There was a pause. “Hmph. Understood.” It took a moment to re-survey the area. The shadow knew it was being watched. Yet it did not mind, because it took delight in being seen. It had hoped that A1, the beautiful and strong A1, would notice it. That A1 would give chase after it and they would face off and... The shadow shook itself out of its own fantasies. Unfortunately, its current duties required that it make a minimal effort at stealth, so there was no time for daydreaming. Thus, it stepped into the darkness of a nearby canopy with a small sigh. A nearby pedestrian passed by, and then there was nothing to be seen. It would seem as if the shadow suddenly vanished; so quickly that it was doubtful whether the shadow was ever there at all. [/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]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Maxwell Cross [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Seven, Rissa, Maia, Valta, and David [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai Lexielai Epiphany Epiphany simj26 simj26 Seraph Darkfire 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); white-space: pre-wrap;"] "Oh ya your that's right. That makes me wonder though who takes over for the empress once she eventually kicks the bucket. I mean no one lives forever." Maxwell said after Seven exampled that there wasn't a real princess. After that Maxwell glanced over another man who had joined... or he at least sounded like one though Maxwell wasn't a hundred percent on because thick clothes and hat he wore. Though was he stated his name Maxwell was more certain of his gender. "Well, it nice to meet ya Valta" Maxwell said giving a friendly smile to Valta. Then Maia asked about Maxwell's dojo, a question he more than happy to answer. "I got to say I'm happy you asked. You see I run a small dojo on the third level underground in the Kumbh district. It isn't the most place in the district but suits my purposes, mainly living, teaching, and practicing." Maxwell started saying very excitedly. "The martial I practice and teach there is my own version of the martial styles referred to as drunken boxing. As with the original version my version specializes in keeping your opponent off guard and staying unpredictable. Sure a few of my moves are things not allowed in any legal martial arts tournament. But the way I look at his, my version isn't for a tournament. It's for use in the real world, keeping yourself safe and defeating your opponent." Maxwell said before digging into his pocket. A moment later he pulled out a business card for his dojo and handed it to Maia. "This has the phone number and address to the dojo. If you ever want to learn few things about it come on over and I'll give you a free lesson." Maxwell said before turning to the rest of the group. "That, of course, goes for the rest of you guys to" Maxwell added pulling out a few more business cards out for those who may want them. [/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: EX: #8A2BE2 ; 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]
 
[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]Seat of the Crown Plaza, Tesseract booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open ; Rissa, Seven, Maxwell, Valta, David[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai Lexielai ChazGhost ChazGhost Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire simj26 simj26 [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]Seven's evasion sounded strange to Maia. Obviously, Rissa couldn't possibly be an actual princess; the Empress wasn't known to have any children (that she'd heard of anyway) and she needed no heir, being immortal as it was commonly known. But the Ministry of Ayodhya District Security had told her she was guarding a VIP, someone from the Royal Court. That was close enough to 'Princess' to make her question the title after all. The hooded man with robe and cowl looked provocatively mysterious, the kind of man just asking to be stopped and interrogated by Ministry officers...unless he was in the Lower Levels. Which, judging by the quality of his garb, was entirely possible. Still, this Valta had made it through enough layers of security to reach this exalted space in Central, so he must have some kind of bonafides. Engaged in conversation with Maxwell, she didn't really follow what Valta had to say but she did at least catch his name, which she made a note of. A certain Shadow observed Ayodhya 1 who, preoccupied with these unknown Astras, remained oblivious to its scrutiny and its vanishing. "I think that's the point though," Maia said in the meantime to Maxwell. Her eyes were as bright as her smile as she added, "She does live forever. I mean, she has for centuries, right? I'm sure there's some kind of a successor lined up just in case she's ever assassinated but who knows who that is." She kept her tone light and casual but her eyes drifted to Seven, in case the observant woman overheard this conversation and reacted to it in someway. Rissa may not be a Princess but something was going on here... Maia gratefully pockets Maxwell's card and shakes his hand. "I'm not sure if drunken boxing as a style would play well to the cameras but I admire practical fighting. Vishnu knows I've learned my share. I mostly use a mix of Kushti and Pekiti-Tirsia Kali. Whenever we're both free, I wouldn't mind going a round with you sometime, see your style for myself. I promise to keep it fair." A flash of white teeth and a self-knowing smile suggest Maia's used to people begging off such offers, given how publicly well known her power is. Finishing up her paperwork, Maia turns it in to that Deva with the bright crescent on her forehead. "Queue me up!" [/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]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"]GM - The Guards [/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]Helmet Guy (Remi) [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _Line 213 _Line 213 [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255,255,225); white-space: pre-wrap;"]“This is such a bore.” If his words were heard by his superior, Meekin wouldn’t hold his post for long. However, his friend Dany was a colleague not a superior, and being someone that had said a similar sentence in the past, Dany just nodded at Meekin’s word. “What, wishing you are back home with your Mama?” Dany said, snickering. “I told you that letter was not mine!” Meekin and Dany were one of the many guards posted to maintain the security of the first Astra Conference. They were supposed to be on their day off, but as the upper high said to recruit more guards to increase security, they could only grumble, bow, and obey. “Are we supposed to stand here all day? Be a good buddy and shut your eyes while I look for a good place to shut my eyes.” “No can do. The sky’s watching, you know?” Dany pointed at the security camera above a lamp post, facing directly to their station. Meekin wasn’t happy. “Fuck. Know any way I can leave the station legally?” “Toilet break.” “Did that.” “Cramps?” “I used that reason last week.” “You got a call that your second cousin twice removed from your uncle’s divorced grandmother-in-law on your mother side died last night and you need to give him your last respect.” “Okay. Firstly, what the fuck. Second, I want an hour break not spending a day off when it’s already afternoon.” “Then I’m out of the idea,” Dany shrugged. ”I guess if you catch a suspicious person you can go for a walk to bring him to the station, but I doubt you’ll find one.” Meekin looked around, clearly not feeling good. The Central Plaza was full of people, Astras and tourists alike. While some passerby wore strange helmet or mask, it wasn’t really enough to warrant an inspection. It was a festival, after all. Knowing that Meekin’s face only darkened. His lips pursed into a tight line as he finalised an idea in his mind. Realising Meekin was planning something, Dany was alarmed. “Uh… Meekin?” “Suspicious person, eh?” he looked around. When his eyes fell on a man wearing a conspicuous helmet, he waded through the crowd to approach him. “Hey, you! The one wearing a helmet!” he shouted as he got closer. His face was grim and strict, the textbook face for a strict no-nonsense guard. If he found no one suspicious, “I have some questions to ask.” He just had to make someone suspicious. [/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(0, 0, 0); [/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]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] GM-??? [/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] Historia and Dr Alexandra Rowe [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Scavenger Scavenger Damafaud Damafaud [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Walking through the crowds was a man in a black robe. The man was an Asura, easily found out by looking at his facial features, mainly the many large and long tentacles all around his mouth. Even among Asuras, these type of features are rare and often freak people out. Which it did with many people, who in turn made a good effort to avoid him. The man was used to people doing this already so it was no bother and instead made it easier for him to travel around the crowded area. He looked around the area, at the different people attending the event. For whatever reasons he was studying the people, sizing them up a bit if you will. As the man walked around he noticed two young women conversing. A Manu (Aretta) and a Deva (Lexa). He recognized them from past research he had done. He began stroking his tentacles like they were loose strands of hair as he studied the women. In his eyes, there was a bit of curiosity but also something else, something more sinister. The man began moving through the crowd and tried to avoid eye contact with the women in his sights. As he made his way through the crowd he began getting closer and closer... and closer... [/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: #9400D3 ; 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]
 
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