Futuristic The Astra Veda - Prologue [ The Astra Conference ]

[Seraph Darkfire]

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"There is darkness inside all of us, though mine is more dangerous than most. Still, we all have it—that part of our soul that is irreparably damaged by the very trials and tribulations of life. We are what we are because of it, or perhaps in spite of it. Some use it as a shield to hide behind, others as an excuse to do unconscionable things. But, truly, the darkness is simply a piece of the whole, neither good nor evil unless you make it so. "

Location: The Seat of Crown Plaza

Mentions: Lexielai Epiphany ChazGhost _Line 213 Dreawin June Verles dwif

Mood: Unconcious

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Everything was visible to him in the darkness, every movement, every attack, it was transferred through the darkness at a speed close to thought for him. It began with a door, as all things did. A small shift in his fingers allowed him to twist the shadows around the door, using it's momentum like a pendulum, spinning it around their area. With the precision of darkness, the door turned and slammed into Kirk as he attempted to tackle him. His glowing eyes flicked around his skull as he calculated path and direction with incredible speed, using his suit to its fullest capacity as numbers and lines appeared to aide him.

He made a quick opening gesture with his hand that wasn't holding the crystal and the desk thrown by Maia exploded into a shower of splinters and darkness. The pieces still rained towards him, but their size and velocity had been shifted enough that his clothes could ignore the damage relatively easily.

The light from the flashlight gave the chair away as it came towards him, simply using the previous method to twist it around his body and into the person attempting to ambush him. Then that man exploded into light and his shadows screamed in defiance, pressing against the light with such ferocity that there became an obvious line between the expanding light and encroaching darkness.

Even as this all happened in relatively the same moment, his attention locked onto Seven and Rissa as they shifted in their stances. That was when he'd realized he'd messed up. He'd ignored the obviously more powerful Astra. Just a simple glance into her eyes and he'd known that her mind had only been a fraction of time faster than his. His reactions and her reactions had lined up nearly perfectly. Had it been just her, or even the rest of them without the light Astra, he could have escaped and continued fighting. He was struck by an impressive force, his systems sending warning signals all over the place, his grasp slipped.

"Oh right" he chuckled softly "I'm an Astra"

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Valta ran and ran, cowering from every little thing that popped up. The shadows, the light, everything was just worse and worse. Eventually, he was just pressed as deep as he could get into a corner, tears running from his eyes and falling to the ground. He could hear footsteps as they got closer and closer to his hiding spot "nononono" he whimpered. Then something pulled him forwards out of his hiding spot, dropping him to the ground. A strange light fell onto him and he looked up. Before him was a beautiful symbol. Where had he seen that symbol before?

“Get a fucking hold of yourself!” the symbol spoke to him as if it was rebuking him for something. Then he blinked and slowly stood up, his form shifting and bulking up, the shawl wrapped around his body. He'd follow this symbol, find out its secrets, protect those who were afraid. Be cause he wasn't just a regular weak human. He grinned as his clothes wrapped around his body comforting once more.

"Oh right" he chuckled softly "I'm an Astra"

He found himself laying on the floor and a confused look crossed his face as he realized he couldn't move and his suit wouldn't respond to his mental commands. He flinched as pain lanced through his body. Nothing was broken on his body, but his suit was damaged enough that it had been completely shut down. His strength as an Astra was enough to move it but at the moment, he had no energy in his body. It was like he'd stayed up a week or more working. Slowly he felt himself losing consciousness. Just before he fully passed out, he had the sudden feeling that he should apologize to Rissa.
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[Goonfire]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Nightshade [/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] Lexielai Epiphany ChazGhost _Line 213 June Verles Dreawin dwif [/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;"] “Dammit... I’m late, for sure,” Judith laments on her way up the stairs to the plaza, the chic black and white cheongsam shifting with each step. What she wasn’t expecting was the noise of smashing furniture, partially drowned out by various screams and people fleeing the scene. The television screens display flashes of the action. “No break, either. At least I have the element of surprise...” She ducks by a bench to open her purse. It takes a moment, but her nimble hands assemble the Puzzler, starting with the receiver, then adding the barrel, and finishing by inserting the magazine and releasing the bolt. Bending light distorts her image until she is nigh invisible, her faint silhouette only noticeable in the better-lit areas. Nightshade is ready for battle. By the time she reaches the scene of the incident, the action is over; that’s not a bad thing, less paperwork. Several people, presumably Astras, stand over a shadowy man(?) who isn’t stirring. They may hear the clicking of those spicy red heels before the mirage dispels gracefully. “RBI,” Judith simply declares, throwing the one end of the matching scarlet silk scarf over her shoulder so it doesn’t scrape the floor while she crouches to examine this fellow. Her gun remains at roughly eye-level, pointed upward and away from the others. The reason she doesn’t keep her distance is because she recognizes the famous Ayodhya-1, an obvious friendly target. Judy herself was one of the original MADS Astras, one of those who fell into obscurity due to her short period of service. [/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: #6622AA ; 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]

 

[Dreawin]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Rosalie Laterra [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Medical Booth [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Everyone in the Medical Booth [/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); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Rosalie watched in horror as the door she hoped would help the team beat Valta was used as a fly swatter against the Astra on the ceiling. She covered her mouth to hold in a whimper as Valta avoided each attack one by one. All seemed lost until a blinding flash of light overtook the room causing Rosalie to cover her eyes, the brightness actually hurting her eyes. As quickly as it all started it was over, and she slowly rose to her feet holding her right side after her eyes adjusted to the rooms natural light. She choked back tears as she thought about how bad things could have gotten if Valta hadn’t been defeated here. “Thank the Goddess, it’s over. “ Rosalie spoke gently as she walked over to where Valta lay unconscious, looking down at him with disdain in her eyes. She stepped over him and made her way across the room to one of the facilities other doors and grabbed the handle, yanking it open to search for a first aid kit or something for everyone’s wounds. The first room seemed to be a janitorial closest from what Rosalie could tell it the dimly lit booth, all the damage seemed to have knocked out most of the power to the facility. Frustrated she made her way to the other door by where the desk used to sit and ripped it from the hinges, letting it drop to the floor before stepping inside an area with some various types of medical equipment. Across the room she found what she sought, a first aid cabinet hung to the wall, and crossed the room to retrieve it. She sighed as she caused more damage to the facility by tearing it from the walls and returning to the main area where everyone was gathered. Rosalie kicked some rubble out of the way and crouched to the floor. She set the medical cabinet down and grabbed some tape, gauze, and sterilizing pads from inside, leaving the rest for everyone else. “Medical supplies here everyone, take what you need. I’m sure no one else will need it. And don’t forget, bandaging a dirty wound is a bad idea. “ Rosalie raised her voice for the first time in awhile so that everyone could her, rotating slightly so people behind could hear her clearly as well. She backed away to the corner of the room and pulled her blue and now bloody hoodie off her torso to reveal a plain black tank top. She lifted up her shirt and cleaned the still bleeding laceration on her right side before using the gauze and tape to cover it and applying pressure with her hand, the wound had already started to close up thanks to her powers. Growing up around doctors and people of science Rosalie knew it was better to be safe than sorry when it came to one’s health. [/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: ; 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]

 

[BlightGiver]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Francis, the Hunger [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]in front of medical booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Valkyrie One[/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); white-space: pre-wrap;"]Panting heavily, Francis caught up to his newfound acquaintance, when she said something unusual. "What the hell is an Astra?" Was all Francis wanted to inquire. "Do you mean my power?" Looking down at his enlarged arm, he could feel the veins within, throbbing with the passage of blood. "Are you saying there's more people like me...relatively speaking?" It would come off as strange to hear his obliviousness to the Astras' existence. Even being contained from such information, it displayed the absurd lengths his superiors took to keep Francis quiet. Valkyrie kept leading the charge forward, so Francis resided in himself to deal with this topic later. The two of them were met with many other Ministry officers in front of the now infamous booth. They were adamant about not moving aside, for anyone they didn't know immediately. Francis was about to speak up, but the other officer, who stated her rank of Captain, took the initiative and demanded entry. Sure enough, the lower ranking officers said no more, as Valkyrie and Francis were able to go forward. "You've really got some sway over these ministry officers, huh?" Francis stated the obvious, taking this as a hint on proper officer mannerisms; at least for higher ranks. Following along the Captain, Francis got to the other side of the door; his arm started to hurt, as the lack of usage started making his cells replicate back to a normal type. Happening not all at once, he twinged from the slight pain caused, as a result. Noises of a struggle and catastrophe echoed through the metal door, indicating all was far from okay in there. Mere seconds later, the door blew out, and the Captain asked if Francis was prepared; whether this meant instinctively, or mentally. "Ready as I'll ever be." He joked with a sly smile, feeling the cells of his right arm start making a new generation, as the door had slightly scraped his skin. Cracking could be heard underneath as a spike of bone started growing out the top of Francis' wrist where the scrape was, piercing his skin and creating a surge of pain. "Let's get this done!" He bellowed in agony, as it stopped growing at a length of 20 centimeters. Sweating profusely, he waited as she started counting to three, syncing their breach. [/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: green; 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]

[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] Aretta Ward, Drix, Open [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Damafaud , 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;"] Lexa quirked her head to one side at Aretta's nervous manner what could she be so nervous to say to a stranger. At the proclamation Lexa tilted her head to one side, that wasn't that unusual several research teams at her university consist of only one person. The odd expression on her face was quickly replaced with a small smirk at the torrent of words that came gushing out of Aretta, she was obviously uncomfortable about running the workshop herself and felt the need to quickly justify herself which was quite cute. "Hey don't worry it's cool that you manage your own workshop, what research does your dad do" Lexa still spoke with a bubbly voice, while Aretta seemed cool and interesting Lexa's insatiable curiosity meant that she had to know more about Aretta's father and what sort of research he tended to do. Lexa looked around at Aretta's comment on tesseract medical her eyes catching the large stage where a new holagram had just appeared showing Ayodhya 1 inside some form of chamber. Lexa turns back to Aretta once she finishes before holding out her hand "Good to meet you Aretta, guess we should go and watch then", As lexa turned to lead Aretta towards the stage she jumped as suddenly a voice spoke up from her. She released Aretta's hand and whirled around to face a man who was obviously an asura by his appearance. The strange tentacles hanging from his mouth drifted slightly in the breeze and Lexa had to control herself so that she didn't recoil in alarm and slight disgust. Lexa did draw back at the proffered book she had no need for any cult and although she was aware on the show it was something that she never really bothered about, part because she didn't want to support the cult and part because she honestly didn't have time. Lexa's slight recoil did change into a look of surprise as she glanced over at Aretta excepting the book and then seeming to get excited about the chance to see the show early. Perhaps she had misjudged Aretta her body language showed that her excitement was genuine , maybe she was less of a scientist than Lexa had guessed if she bought in to all of this cult stuff. Once Aretta had finished Lexa shook her head at Drix, "No thank you, I'm afraid that I have no time to attend such an event", her dislike was clear in her voice as she dismissed the offer. [/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]

 

[Lexielai]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Elvira [E4] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Conference Hall Meeting Room[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Remi[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _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, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]Elvira closed her eyes, and let the glimmers of orange light from the window play across her gently smiling mein. Then she opened them once more. Her golden irises seemed to lock onto Remi’s own as if they saw through the mask he wore. “Ah, so bold. Already sold on us and you’re still asking for our pitch?” she said with a hint of amusement in her tone. There was no doubt that the document she had presented had caught his attention. She folded her hands together. The way she sat, straight as it was, made it seem as though she were an executive member of a interdistrict company. “Well, I suppose I would have needed to tell you some of this anyways. Then let me start from the beginning.” She took in a small breath. The expression on her face settled as she did so, becoming neutral once more. “The Blue Lotus are not too different from yourself, Recon. We believe that the world is not as it should be.” Her voice was soft, but carried throughout the empty room. “In short, we are a group of people who plan to make changes to this city. Not simply to release some data, or protest a few corrupt practices. Those are only symptoms of the real problem…” Elvira slowly turned her eyes towards the window. If one were to follow, they would see that her irises trailed towards a tower far in the distance. It rose high in the sky, glimmering in the sunset with golden lines down its surface. Anyone could recognize it as one of the towers of the Golden Palace. Unlike the imitation they sat in now, that tower belonged to a place of power—the true seat of the crown. “The reality is that these inequalities exist because there is a system that perpetuates them. It is a self-reinforcing cycle that constantly spirals out of the hands of the people it is supposed to serve. Have you seen it too, Recon? Have you been to the depths of Naraka and seen how life is there?” The way she spoke was assertive, and her words flowed like music. There was something compelling about the way she made her case, yet she did not raise her voice once. “The people who live there fend for themselves. Trinity is wealthy, but where does that money go? Certainly not to the people who need it. Do you not agree?” She sighed. “In any case, our goal is to make a statement with real impact. Something that changes the status quo. And, as you might be able to surmise, we have both the influence and resources to do so. Naturally I cannot tell you any of the details just yet. I hope you understand why.” Elvira made a wave with her hand, as if dismissing the tension in the room. “That said, we have no interest in conscripting you if you’re unconvinced. We’re simply interesting in working together because we have a common target.” Her eyes flashed with something unreadable for a moment before she took in a breath and it was gone. “Are you satisfied with that response?” she asked, tilting her head just a notch. 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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]??? (Meeting Room)[/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] 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;"] Remi nodded lightly for a moment, then paused, as if thinking, before giving a slightly greater nod. The overhead lights glinted against his darkened visor, an abyssal puddle to everyday eyes. "...That was a good pitch, I liked it," he eventually said, one of his fingers twitching lightly as he once again suppressed his idle habit. "I'll need to see some actions before I can say whether or not I really believe you, but I like it." His hands parted, arms opening widely in a gesture perhaps signaling things were outside his control. "Like I said before--you already have my resume. I can't claim the same. We've yet to shake on anything, so I wouldn't be so sure that you've roped me in yet." His mind briefly returned to the data he had seen, and he felt his heart rate elevate. Remi was a careful man, but he often questioned whether he could afford to be a patient one. Years of waiting, years of careful hiding, years of meticulous planning and construction, and here he was, being handed the solution to every qualm he could possibly have. His mind clicked to a stop. That was dangerous thinking. There was no absolute certainty involved. His hands clapped together again in his lap. "There's a transaction happening, here. If you...didn't care, about what happens, if you just wanted a little more chaos in this city, you'd have just dropped me a little tip and skipped off on your way. And if you didn't care about who I am, or what I want, or what I like to do with my evenings, then we wouldn't be here having this conversation." Once more, he leaned forward, a touch more seriousness coming through from his helm, even despite the filtering layers sitting atop his voice. "You...need me, for something. You need me for something so important that you've teased the most crucial information you possibly could. That tells me that you have what I want and that working with you could be a great benefit, sure." Further forward. Hands on the table. His voice lowered. "But that also tells me that if I walked out of this boardroom, right now, you would be just as disappointed as I would be." He extended his index fingers, clicking them together twice, before slowly pulling them back into the fold of their fellows. "And I'm sure the parallels don't stop there. If you really align with the way that I think, then if one of us were to head to the authorities, a significant bit of pressure would be placed on the other in turn. That's just the way these things work. So even if you're feeling on edge until you see my face, at this stage we're already too intertwined. There is very little that I could do to you without running into some...significant issues. So, with that in mind, I don't think you have anything to lose by giving me the full and proper tour." His hands slowly bloomed outward, fingers clasped tightly in the front as his thumbs and palms extended. "I like what I see, and we can do business without any further issues. I don't, then I'll honor what you've already shown me by supplying some of my own gathered data, and this meeting simply, never, happened." 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[Lucem]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"]Akshath
[/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Seat of the Crown Plaza
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Even with all the noise coming from the people around him, the piercing shriek of the microphone managed to be the loudest thing to assault his ears. Things didn't get much better after the announcement was made. The crowd began to stir, some getting giddy at the thought of being able to show their strength, while others were just excited to watch the upcoming event. Personally, the prospect of showing off for everyone wasn't very appealing. Once again, it made him think of a zoo.

Ordinarily, putting himself on display may have been a decent opportunity to sell himself to any potential employers. Although, the call for volunteers didn't have him rushing over in the hope of finding a job. Putting aside his dislike of things like that, the power measurement most likely wouldn't do him any favors. In terms of raw strength, his abilities were nothing worth mentioning. If anything, it probably would've made him look worse. Even if that wasn't the case, the whole thing didn't sit well with him.

The Tesseract Medical Corporation. Something about what they were doing just felt off. He wasn't keen on going along with their test, or giving away any private information. It was more than just his normal reservations about sharing anything, and his personal feelings about corporations that dealt in medicine. He thought that wanting to have personal records on tons of Astras would've seemed fishy to more people, but that didn't seem to be the case when so many of them ran right over to be the first in line. Among the ones who couldn't wait to hook themselves to some strange machine, there was a face he recognized.

Akshath didn't have any interest in seeing the ratings, but it was hard to ignore once the giant screens and commentators started taking over most of the festivities. As the familiar face was broadcasted to everyone in attendance, he glanced over with half-closed eyes, trying to block out the ramblings pertaining to how great this woman was. Maia. No, that wasn't right. She traded in that name for a life in Nirvana. She was Ayodhya 1 now.

He hadn't seen that face in quite some time. Well, not in person at least. Nowadays, she was everywhere, plastered wherever there was a chance for promotion. She was like a mascot. It was easy to see that she was being used as a source of inspiration, a beacon to show that people could rise from the underground and succeed. She had a come a long way from the little girl he had stolen clothes from. But what about the people that didn't have fancy powers like them?

People like those announcers could talk all day long about her achievements. The Ministry of Defense could show her off however and wherever they wanted, but putting someone's face on a box of cereal wasn't going to help the people that couldn't eat it. Sweet words and nice-sounding speeches weren't going to help anyone. He was sure that there were people back home that looked up to her, but that's all they were meant to do. That's all they could do.

To him, she was just a tool for publicity, something used to pacify those whose misfortune was overlooked by the people in power. It was like dangling keys in front of a crying toddler. A lot of people ate it up, but thinking that being the face for groups that didn't give a damn about people in the lower levels would help anyone was just naive and self-serving. Despite her new name and position, nothing was gonna change for the people that still lived there. She had moved up, but people stuck in Naraka without the same opportunities were still going to starve and die. It was just propaganda to make sure that the garbage didn't get too riled up. Well, that was just his take on things.

Honestly, he wasn't too concerned about things like that. There was no doubt that people were pissed about how society worked, but he was more focused on the things that were closer to him. That was why he couldn't stick around to watch the pretty lightshow with everyone else. He had to make use of his own opportunities.

Before he could get back to his walk around the plaza, things at the medical booth starting to get weird. The previous flashes grew more intense, sparking with a deep crimson that overpowered his own red eyes. Then, there was a flash of something else that was dyed the same color, but before he could think about it for too long, the broadcast was cut. The guy trying to calm everyone down could talk as much as he wanted, but Akshath didn't think anyone was going to buy that this was just "technical difficulties". Well, if some of them did, they probably changed their minds after the roof started to bend.

With all the bright lights, sharp sounds of metal, and the not-so-pleasant sound of a now panicking crowd, Akshath could feel himself getting even closer to a headache. While the people around him began to push and shove to run in the opposite direction, he stood in place, watching for a little longer. He couldn't tell what was going on inside, but he was pretty sure that it was nothing good. Still, he remained calm, feeling more annoyed than terrified.

With all that was happening, his chances of finding some kind of work most likely took a big hit. He was just taking a guess, but a lot of the attendees probably weren't looking to stick around anymore. The same went for him, but that was mostly because security had started to arrive on the scene. It wasn't like he was wanted for any crimes at the moment, but he never liked being around authority too much.

Even though it looked like whatever took place inside the booth had been handled, Akshath contemplated his next move. Was there any point in staying here? It would have been a pain to waste his time coming to the conference and not have anything to show for it, but would there even be anyone looking to pick up an Astra after what they just saw? He'd think about that while walking in the opposite direction in the booth.
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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]Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Mostly Nightshade, Rosalie, indirectly everyone in the booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText]See below[/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 had launched herself right after throwing the desk. As such, she caught a couple of glancing hits from some of the other Astras making similar efforts. She smirked as she landed, just in time to see the Cloaked Figure drop to the ground and rendered unconscious by Seven. It'd been too long since she worked with another Astra at all, much less a whole group of them. She was rusty. It was just as well no one from her early days could see how clumsy she still was. Goonfire At which point Nightshade flickered into existence, and Maia openly groaned at the sight of the older Astra. They'd worked together briefly when Ayodhya 1 was new, her first few months after graduating. She'd felt intimidated by the more experienced Astra and her often seemingly cynical attitude. Maia had heard Nightshade had gone to the Royal Bureau of Investigations but this was the first time she'd crossed paths with an old partner since then, an old partner who undoubtedly had jurisdiction over this scene, at least relative to herself. After all, Maia's jurisdiction was not Central. So she drew a pair of handcuffs out of her uniform and promptly clipped Valta's unconscious form before stepping back from the scene. "All yours, boss," she said to Judith, with a friendly smile. Dreawin When Rosalie mentioned medical supplies, Maia glanced her way, then pointed in the direction of Seven and Rissa. "Help her!" Maia said, pointing emphatically towards the clearly wounded woman in the bodyguard's arms. At which point, Maia tapped the stylized triangle icon at the collar of her uniform, triggering her private security comm. "Dispatch, we need medical assistance to the Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth at the Seat of the Crown Plaza. Several wounded, lacerations, at least one severely. The perpetrator is subdued, restrained and in the custody of the RBI. Send a forensics team while you're at it; we have at least one fatality and it's pretty...unusual." Lexielai Seraph Darkfire BlightGiver June Verles ChazGhost dwif Wrapping up her call with Dispatch, Maia turned to look at the remaining Astras. "This is now a crime scene. I'd suggest all of you take a seat somewhere and relax. Help is on the way. Once we get statements, I'm sure you'll be free to resume enjoying the Conference. I also want to personally thank each and every one of you." Maia's voice let the sentence hang for a second. A radiant smile lit her face and she made a point of looking each of those in attendance in the eyes at some point. "None of us know what happened there but all of you reacted swiftly and decisively. You saw a dangerous situation and you took the initiative to help contain that situation. As a direct result of your actions, all of you have saved at least one life and possibly a great many bystanders. To say nothing of your own." "All of us came to this Conference with questions. What are other Astras like? What do we have in common? What kind of future do we have? What kind of men and women are we, really? Whether you know it or not, you've already answered that last question. You're the kind of people all people, Manu, Deva, Asura alike can be proud of. Thank you all for rising to the occasion." With her speech delivered, Maia winced slightly at her sore ribs and took a step back to give Nightshade room to investigate the suspect while waiting for the medics and forensics crew to arrive. And while she waited, Maia walked back to Seven and Rissa, looking concerned. 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[Goonfire]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Nightshade [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Seat of the Crown Plaza, Tesseract Medical Booth [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Open, primarily addressing Maia and her own command. [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Epiphany 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;"] Judith notices the reinforced handcuffs with their complex lock and accepts them. “Long time, no see. Thanks, Maia; and slick work taking him down,” she judges while cuffing Valta. Following securing his arms and checking the high-strength cables, she proceeds to frisk the shadow man, confiscating any weapons and ID chips she may find. Once ready, the cyborg agent sends out correspondence to the RBI dispatch center. “This is Clair, requesting extraction for one Astra detainee. Prep an interrogation room. Sending LZ coordinates and prisoner data.” She sends a data packet containing a marker for the extraction point, snapshots of Valta’s pocket contents, and a brief data-feed of the incident, the latter two of which had been recorded with the software in her eye augmentations. With the transmission ended, the unconscious Valta is hoisted over the strong spy’s shoulders in a fireman’s lift. The chopper has been directed to a more open area at Seat of the Crown Plaza, away from the crime scene Ayodhya-1 is establishing. [/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: #6622AA ; 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]

 

[dwif]

[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]Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Ayodhya 1, Everyone in the booth can hear[/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); white-space: pre-wrap;"]With the dust settling and the aftermath of the fight becoming clear, Jakob dropped his knife at his feet, people around him had injuries of various severity, but he stood relatively unharmed. This was the first time he had ever used all of his stored light in one burst, its sudden absence made his stomach churn. Suppressing a dry heave he shuffled over to his bag, sitting himself down on the ground to retrieve it's contents. He pulled out a jerry-built lamp, before connecting it to a battery that was clearly salvaged. Connecting the wires produced a small flash of light before quickly fading back to nothing. Flipping back part of the hood of the lamp revealed the problem, during the fight the bulb was shattered. He turned back to his bag searching desperately for a replacement still intact. Frantically combing through each pocket he was left with nothing but a series of fresh cuts across his hands. Frustrated at what he owned being destroyed, he threw the lamp unceremoniously back into the back before slinging it over his shoulder in preparation to leave. As he made his way to the door a voice cut above the rest of noise. It was a voice that was unmistakable, one that it was difficult to go a day without hearing. Upon hearing it he stopped dead in his tracks, weighing up his options. He turned to face Ayodhya 1, the figure that was supposed to inspire hope in grounders like him, but he felt no warmth towards her just a bitter animosity. He waited for her finish her spiel, before responding. "What if I don't want your thanks? Nobody wants to receive praise from someone who betrayed her own people." Venom filled his words as he crossed back through the room stopping short of her, staring her down with pure disdain. "You don't care for the people you're supposedly "saving", you only care if it makes a good headline. The innocent, their homes, their livelihoods are all expendable as far as you're concerned as long as you bring in that one bad guy, right? You do more harm to the people you're supposedly protecting than the people you're supposed to be bringing in, at least the gangs stick to killing each other. For you anyone is fair game. You've proved that again and again. Today was just another example of that, destroying property, throwing objects with no concern for others. You disgust me." He continued to stare her down, awaiting any form of response. [/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: #f7da64; 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]Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Jakob; but everyone in the booth can hear[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] dwif [/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;"]Rubbing her side where one of the shadow tendrils nicked her, Maia raised an eyebrow when one of the other Astras stood up and directly addressed her. With his opening question, she had a hunch on how the conversation would go and her expectations were indeed fully met. She'd seen this all the time, in her political studies at New Mombasa University. Politicians enduring hit after hit in a debate, never losing their cool, appearing to be completely indifferent to scorn or to what seemed to be keen personal attacks. She'd grown up on the streets of Ground Level and she'd grown up fighting dirty, the kind of no-holds barred technique borne of the desperation that came from knowing you either gave your all or you gave your last. In some ways, debate was no different. But then, an ancient politician had once said it best. In war, you can only be killed once but in politics, many times. It didn't prevent his words from hurting. Knowing better was a poor insulation. For his remarks hit right to her own insecurities, to her own doubts and the questions she thought but never voiced. Maia had never intentionally betrayed anyone but that didn't mean supporting the government could only be a betrayal to some. His assumptions of her feelings were easier to dismiss but not his final condemnation. She had reacted out of reflex, perhaps even a bit more impulsively because she knew the only people left alive in the booth were other Astras, people durable enough to take a hit if her aim wasn't spot on. Maybe that wasn't the right choice, in retrospect. But it had been a combat situation happening at a faster pace than any Manu operated at and she'd had no time to think it through. Which still raised the broader question; were her reflexes good reflexes? "I hear you," she said at last, realizing she couldn't possibly come to a conclusion while being stared at. "And if you have an accusation you want to make to me, I want you to make it. Right now, this isn't about me, though. It's about all of you. All of you did a good thing and if you won't accept that statement because it comes from me, that doesn't make it untrue. So I'll make you a deal." Maia reached into her uniform breast pocket and produced a card. She carried two types, one for autographs but this kind for actual follow up. Then she offered it out to Jakob. "All of us stay cool and cooperate with the authorities. We give our statements and then all of us get cut loose to go to the Conference. I'm under orders right now but as soon as they're done, my schedule's yours. So you take my card, you get in touch with me and we talk on your time under your terms. You bring your facts, I bring mine. And we see where we stand afterwards." "It'd be easy for me to dismiss everything you just said because, Hanuman knows, I've busted my ass for my people and I've got my share of scars to prove it. My whole life's a public record so anyone can take a look at what I really spend my time doing and see for themselves how I, or they, measure up. But maybe you know something or see something I don't. I'm not perfect and I make my share of mistakes. So if you've got something to teach me about how I do my work, I'll be the first to call you Guru. Fair enough?" She held out her arm, card extended, waiting for him to take it. 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[ChazGhost]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] GM- The Royal Magistrate [/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] Everyone in and outside of the Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Epiphany dwif Goonfire Lexielai BlightGiver Dreawin Seraph Darkfire June Verles [/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;"] Meanwhile in a dark security room somewhere in the conference area a man hiding in the shadows sat watching monitors with two other men who wore black suits and sunglasses. A call then came in through an earpiece of one of the men in suits. "I see... I'll let the magistrate know immediately" the man said holding his earpiece before turning to man in the shadow. "Sir, there has been an incident at Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth and you have been placed in charge of the investigation." The man in the shadow began leaning into the light to reveal he was Manu with slicked back bright red hair, wearing a similar suit to his the two men before him but with red instead of white, with a pair circle red tinted lens glasses, and one red star earing in his right ear. He simply grinned, revealing a razor-sharp tooth in his mouth, before saying "Well let's jet mates and get this job done"... Back at the Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth Maxwell gave a deep sigh of relief when Valta fell down. "Well that was fun... and crazy," Maxwell said looking at everyone around him as things began to slightly calm down now. Though tensions between some other began to rise, like between Maia and Jakob. Maxwell decided it would be a good time to go outside and get some fresh air and think over what just happened. As Maxwell was about left through the door, it opened wide up... A few moments earlier in the front booth while a captain was speaking to another officer (Francis). It seemed like they were about to burst into the building before the guard next them looked up and stopped them. The guard face turns had a look of surprise and dread as a man with bright red hair with sleek and well maintained electric guitar on his back walk over to the booth, followed by two suited men. "It... It's one of the royal magistrates!" the guard stated in a trembling voice as he looked over to the recently arrived captain and Francis. "I see the party already started. Why am I always so late to these things?" The magistrate said with an ever growing grin on his face. "You fellows will now be under my command until I say otherwise as I have been placed in charge of this crime scene. I expect nothing but full cooperation. Do you understand?" "Y-yes sir," the guard said still shaking as he saluting the magistrate. "Good, now you three clear out the crowd and block off the surrounding area. I will be having the suscepts moved to another location for questioning and I don't want to waste time pushing through a crowd." the magistrate said calmly as reached the door and opened it up with no problem. Which leads us back to the present. "Who the hell are..." Maxwell started to say before being cut off midsentence by the magistrate. "Ladies and gentlemen, this area is now a crime scene and all of you are now suspect to the crime" the magistrate stated is raised voice demanding respect. "I am Blitz King, a royal magistrate. " Blitz said smirking looking around to everyone the room, enjoying the power he had over them now. To those employed by the MDS and RBI, he was someone with a great deal of power, power enough order around most members of their organizations. And Blitz was famous for using his authority to the fullest extent to get whatever job was given to him done, no matter the cost. Glancing over to Judith, Blitz said "If you could luv, get everyone here organized. Everyone here will be taken to a safer and securer building for questioning. And by the way the I canceled your pick up. It won't be needed for time being." Then he looked over to Maia. "Could you help her with keeping everyone organized and getting them ready to leave? Of course, unless your to busy with arguing with that cyborg" Blitz add waving his hand mocking matter. "Ohh and before any of you get any ideas of buggering off, trying to escape and avoid questioning will mean that you are guilty and will be dealt with quickly and without mercy" Blitz stated with a frighteningly calm matter to everyone in the room. Maxwell looked to man before giving a much deeper sigh than before. "Well there goes my day," Maxwell said with head in his hands. [/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: Red ; 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]

 

[Goonfire]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Nightshade [/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 in the area near the Tesseract Medical booth. [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] dwif Epiphany ChazGhost Lexielai Seraph Darkfire June Verles Dreawin BlightGiver [/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;"] Stepping out of the booth, Judith overhears the conversation between her old ally and some stranger with a bag of broken junk. Something about the man’s sentiments strikes a chord with her, namely his abhorrence of MADS’ limelight. While she can respect and relate to that, it irritates her that one would choose this moment to berate an officer. “No one asked for this power,” the sober cyborg simply and dully chimes in. “At the end of the day, we’re just existing like you a-“ She is cut off by the appearance of a royal magistrate, the infamous Blitz King. It takes surprising amount of effort to stop her jaw from dropping; this is bigger than some lone-wolf attack if someone this powerful—both politically and physically—is appearing in person. “Copy that, sir,” she immediately confirms, discarding Valta on a bench before taking charge. This is Judith’s chance to revisit her old crowd control skills as she coldly whips the civilians into shape. “You heard him! Everyone, line up outside the booth! Single file, no backtalk! Failure to comply is not an option! You will not be asked twice!” It’s been at least two years since she’s had to speak above a ‘normal’ tone of voice at work. Her mind wanders as she waits for the others; ‘I would love a drink, but I need to babysit this lot. Guess I missed that chance...’ The flask of rum rests at the bottom of her purse, untouched for fear of reprimanding by the magistrate. [/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: #6622AA ; 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]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] GM- Drix [/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]Aretta Ward and Dr Alexandra Rowe[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Scavenger 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;"]Drix was, of course, disappointed with the good doctor's answer but dislike and miss understanding was an outcome that Drix gotten more enough time to not let it bother him... that much. "Is that so? Well if that how you feel I can't make you enjoy yourself." Drix said to Alexandra before looking to Aretta. A smile formed under his tentacles. "The event will not be taking place near the Tesseract Medical area. The order has it's own stage" Drix said reaching into his pocket to pull out a map of the conference area, with labels the difference area and events taking place. "Our stage is here, over yonder pass the fountain," Drix said point to the order's stage location on the map. "If you want I can guide you there myself. It is the duty of a humble member of the Order Rainbow Light to offer help to those who need it after all." Drix said before turning to Alexandra once more. "If you change your mind, and I hope you do, know that there will be an open seat for you to enjoy the entertainment from. Only if you want it of course. But until then I wish you a wonderful day and let the rainbow light bless your heart" Drix said giving a short bow to Alexandra. "Now my dear shall I guide you or do you think you can find the stage on your own?" Drix asked turning back to Aretta, more then happy to guide her to the stage. [/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: Purple; 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]

 

[dwif]

[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]Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Ayodhya 1, Blitz King[/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); white-space: pre-wrap;"]Had his words been too harsh? No. Somebody had to speak up for his people, and this was likely the only chance anyone like him would have. Despite losing control of his anger he gave her time to speak. The response he got left him wanting, it seemed too professional, too rehearsed. Was it just because she couldn't tarnish her image that had been so painstakingly manufactured over so many years? Despite his assumptions about her, she offered him a small card. He reached out and took it before carefully looking it over. Once he was done he placed it into one of his pockets. Even though it was a small gesture, it hit him hard. This was most he had ever received from anybody in the Ministry, with it came the opportunity to make serious changes for people like him. Jakob let out a deep sigh as he rubbed his face with his hands "You know, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have attacked you like that, Gods know what my mother would do if she saw me speaking to someone like that. If you're serious about this, the best way would be to show you how it really is down there now. But it means no cameras, no officials with you. You'll be coming down solo. If you can agree to that, I'll calm down and let you get on with your jo-" His offer was interrupted by a figure that had entered and started spouting of immediate orders, he paid no attention to him until he was personally targeted with a slur. "A fucking cyborg. Did he just call me a fucking cyborg?" He muttered quietly, clenching his jaw in anger. Even though it was technically the truth, he never asked to become what he was now. A combination of cheap cybernetics and the small amount of flesh he had left. It was that word that brought him back to when he was first fitted with them. The first time his parents saw him with them. Even though he recognised them, what was looking back at them was something that they couldn't recognise as their son. He turned back to Ayodhya 1, "I'll listen to what you have to say, but I'm not taking orders from that piece of shit." gesturing back over his shoulder towards where Blitz stood. [/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: #f7da64; 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]

 

[Dreawin]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Fruit of Inspiration [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Medical Booth - Detained [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Maia, Jakob, and others in the booth. [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Epiphany , dwif [/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 things that Maia said brought pride to Rosalie heart and her words touched something deep inside, Rosalie had never been praised for using her abilities before. Sadly the alien feeling didn’t last as some pompous ass challenged Maia in front of everyone, acting like she was the only one who caused damage to the facility. “Who are you to talk to her that way? What makes you think that you would make any choices differently from her? It’s easy to say you would do things a different way until you’re in that situation… ” Her voice trailed off into silence as Maia offered her card to the man, and Rosalie felt that pride deep inside again. She was grateful to have been here to meet such a strong capable woman who’s actions and words could inspire such feelings even in a meek woman like herself. And before she could enter any further into the confrontation Rosalie threw her bloodied blue hoodie back on and pulled her hair free from the collar before falling in linen outside the booth waiting for further instruction. She kept her face visible as not to arouse suspicion and was ready to comply in hopes things would wrap up quickly and she could get back to her life. [/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: ; 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]

 

[June Verles]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Kirk | Biological Vampire [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Medical Booth [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Seven, Rissa and everyone else. [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai Dreawin Epiphany ChazGhost dwif Goonfire [/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 day so far wasn't going exceptionally well for Kirk. He had to leave the comfort of his poorly lit, hygienical laboratory and venture to the surface world. And now much later, he was laying flat on the floor with a large metal door on top of him. He couldn't even begin to imagine the kind of germs and the exorbitant amount of dirt that he now had on him and how long it would take for him to clean off, hell he might as well bleed out and die. Speaking of bleeding out though, Kirk started to feel the certain liquid that could only be blood begin to drip onto his hands. Reaching in his pockets he finds the source, the impact compromised his stack of blood camouflaged as tomato juice beyond repair. He sighs, pushing the door off him to the side before getting up making a casual stroll towards the medical supplies in the middle of the room, not even attempting to mend his blood-stained coat. He bends down picking up some medical supplies, including suturing materials and two blood bags, pocketing one for later for himself. He then makes a full 180 making his towards Seven and the heavily injured Rissa, kneeling in order to begin inspecting the damage; "Mhmm, it seems like no organs were him." As he lifts his head, his gaze meeting Seven's. "Madam, since I assume you are the closest thing to a guardian this girl has right now I will proceed to tell what I am going to do with or without your approval. I am going to suture the wounds closed, luckily, however, it seems like that will only leave minimal scarring as she already shows signs of healing." He then proceeds to rip a corner of his coat and covering his face with it to mask the smell of the blood before proceeding to tend the wound, his acute senses could interfere and make him salivate and lose his focus. Speaking of interfering, at that point in time a man by the name of Blitz introduced himself to the group making Kirk, this time without looking up from the procedure, tell Seven; "It seems like a opportune moment to use any authority you have to delay him while I finish the operation." [/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: Firebrick ; 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"] Elvira [E4] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Seat of the Crown Conference Hall[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Remi[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _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, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]There was a pause. “Honest business is important for long-term relationships...” Elvira said, and her mind seemed to turn somewhere else for a moment. It was as if she were remembering something. “Yet all the same, hidden movements are built on secrecy.” “I will show you everything you need to see, and no more. The reality is that we have contacted you because we’re interested in a particular facility operated by Tesseract. And we believe you can help us find it.” The lights within the room began growing dimmer as the sun fell further into the depths of the horizon. The long, dark shadows within the room began to stretch out. “We have reason to believe that Tesseract has found a...resource deposit somewhere in this district. We are uncertain as to what it is they have actually discovered, but we believe it is related to their recent medical breakthroughs,” Elvira said. She then produced another device, seemingly from thin air, and pushed it towards the center of the table. After a moment, blue light began streaming from its projector, and a holographic image was formed. It was the still frame of a memo, a second-hand view of another document. It was laid out carelessly on a messy desk, just barely peeking out from a thick stack of flimsiplast. The angle of viewed looked as if the image was captured through another person's eyes. ENTITY AC-2077 OPERATIONAL. ASHVIN ACTIVE. “This was an image captured by one of our undercover agents five years ago, shortly after the first Awakenings. At the time we paid little heed to it due to more pressing concerns, but we investigated it anyway,” she explained. Her hand gestured gracefully toward the datapad she had given to Remi. “Over time, we discovered more mysteries piling up than answers. And then we had a stroke of luck, and acquired that document you now have before you,” she continued. “As said before, we have reason to believe that Project Ashvin is responsible for some the unprecedented advances in medical and engineering technology produced by Tesseract in the last few years. And we want to know why and how.” Her golden irises focused on Remi’s faceplate once more. “Then we heard of a competent individual working outside the law who was also interested in Tesseract Medical. This was when we decided to approach you. Mind you, we didn’t have to involve you at all—but we decided that this was an opportunity to build bridges with and evaluate the worth of a potential ally.” Elvira’s hands pulled back, and she steepled her fingers together. “Therefore, for the present moment, our business together will be exclusive to this particular goal. Provided you fully agree to these conditions, we will share the information we have gathered so far and provide the necessary resources for this mission, but the nature of our other activities will remain confidential. If this is not acceptable, then...” The room suddenly felt colder. “It would be a shame, but we would then have to secede from this relationship. The information you currently have may be troublesome if you were to relinquish it to the authorities...but the setback is certainly surmountable.” Unspoken was the fact that forfeiting this agreement would also mean forfeiting all the potential knowledge they had on Tesseract as well. 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[_Line 213]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Recon [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]??? (Meeting Room)[/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] 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;"] Silence fell over the room after the fleeting briefing, and though Remi was attentive, his movements were ultimately minimal. Despite his mind lightly nagging him over the fact that he had been amidst this briefing for far longer than he had initially wanted to, he nonetheless paid a great deal of attention. The offered prospects were intriguing, perhaps too much so. His head slowly turned toward the window again, his veiled gaze focusing on the increasing commotion below. The sight of the glimmering test space mixed quietly with what he had just been shown, and the feeds he had witnessed earlier on. Tesseract Medical had moved beyond pharmaceuticals, that much was clear. The black box; if the seers had recovered that recorder... Remi looked back to the woman before him, studying her quietly for several long moments. "...Alright. I'm interested, but on one condition." He spoke more slowly, now, more weight allowed to each word and syllable as he committed himself to what lay before him. Worries and warnings of danger prickled over the source of his mind, yet for the time being, everything else told him that he had to go deeper, reach within what he was offered. If there was anything of worth there, it would be up to him to pull it out. "I don't know what you're planning to do with whatever information we uncover, but I have a protocol. And that protocol is that if I think something can help people, it gets released. Immediately. No questions, no debates, no pros versus cons, nothing. Now, stock information, trade deals, manifests, equipment listings--I don't care. You can sell those off to the highest bidder and I won't bat an eyelash. But, medical data? Research information? Schematics? Formulas? Trial results? All of that goes public. Now, if you can live with that, then we won't have a problem." His head titled toward the window ever so slightly once again. "I'm going to need you to do one more thing for me, if you agree, and it's important that you do it quickly. My prior operation is getting more and more time sensitive by the second, and I think you'll be delighted to know that what I'm pursuing might have a thread or two tying it to what you're looking for. With this in mind, I'll need your permission to re-enable my feeds." [/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: #1E90FF; 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"] The Valkyrie [/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; Francis, Kirk, Seven[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] June Verles [/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;"]“3...2...1...Breach!” the woman shouted, and burst into the room. “CDS—” Her bright orange eyes twisted and turned, clearly visible even in the darkened interior. Their structure was a collection of elegant angles and smooth lights, a very clearly mechanical design. Her eyes were not at all biological. Then, upon realizing that the situation was resolved, she clicked the safety off her gun and waved for the Astra who had entered with her to stand down. “Nobody move,” she had threatened, but there was no time to react. This was because several people had burst into the room after her, including an RBI agent and a Royal Magistrate. “The Ministry, Bureau, and Magistrate all in one place...sure is a party,” she muttered to herself, walking over to where a woman had left a first aid kit on the floor. She picked up a few of the items within, and gestured towards the officer from Arcadia. "Check in on the witnesses, will you?" she said, not waiting for his response before she made her way towards the end of the room. “Do. Not. Touch. Her,” a refined, assertive voice said. There was an ice cold tension within it that, for a moment, sent a chill down the woman’s spine. To think that her tone can have such an effect on even me. They were right; the Royal Guard sure is something. “May I interrupt?” the woman said, approaching the source of the voice. It came from someone who radiated class and elegance, the very picture of beauty. Her hair was as white as snow, and her eyes glared at a man who had approached them. She stood protectively in front of the prone form of another girl, who seemed to be shifting slightly. The woman’s bright eyes caught the glint of steel behind the woman’s back, but she ignored it in favor of diffusing the situation. “I am Captain Windrunner, with Central District Security. I noticed that your companion was injured...please, take this.” Captain Windrunner slowly reached into her pouch and pulled out a small plastic bag. It was an airsealed, clear container and inside was a block of an orange, gel-like substance. She handed it over to the woman with white hair who had clear suspicion in her eyes, careful to not make any sudden movements. The captain had been informed beforehand of the disposition of “Seven”, and so was careful not to disrupt the delicate balance of the situation. The latter was clearly on edge, and prepared to dispose of anyone who seemed to pose a threat. The situation would become very dangerous if Seven decided to act on that conviction. The pouch that Captain Windrunner had handed over was a container sealed with emergency Tessel Gel. It was a powerful medical substance that accelerated the body’s natural healing, and provided both a sealant and disinfectant for wounds all at once. It was also a recent innovation developed by the Tesseract Medical Corporation within the last five years, and thus not fully prepared for mass production just yet. However, certain groups like the Ministry of District Security had special contracts prepared for the supply of the gel-like material. As a higher ranking officer, it was only natural that Captain Windrunner was provided with some. Seven clearly recognized what it was, but was still careful when taking it from her hand. It was snatched from her fingers in an instant. While Seven began opening the package and preparing to apply the Tessel-Gel—her hidden dagger now stowed away, thankfully—Captain Windrunner pulled the man aside. “The gel will be enough to stabilize her, so no suturing is needed. However I would still like to give the girl a check up afterwards. That said, I think we should tread carefully; the other woman is clearly protective, and on edge,” she said in a low voice. “You’re a doctor, correct?” [/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: seagreen; 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, Drix; Open
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Conversing
Excited; apologetic
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Scavenger ChazGhost
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"I'd love to go with you," exclaimed Aretta.

She may not like the Order, but she didn't hate them either. Rainbow Light was pretty harmless as a cult, with violent incidents that can be counted by one hand. Not to mention her chance to meet the actors would be higher if she went early! She had half expected Lexa to reject, but it still made her a bit disappointed. A new acquaintance, and she needed to leave her so early.

"I guess this is good bye, then," she smiled at Lexa "it's nice meeting you. I hope we can stay in contact."

With the ice cream cups in one hand, she turned to Drix with a smile. The Cultist looked frightening, but when judging an Asura, one couldn't rely on appearance. He had been civil and polite so far, so it would be reasonable for her to at least trust him.

"Please lead the way, if it isn't too much of a trouble."
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[BlightGiver]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Francis, the Hunger [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]inside medical booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Captain Windrunner, Blitz King, open for interaction with Kirk[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai ChazGhost June Verles [/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;"]Francis was aghast at how decimated the interior had become; part of him wished he could have seen what went down, with his own eyes. But, that was moot; it was all over, and now everyone had to pick up the pieces. There were a few civilians inside, one of which he was directed to check the status of. A demanding voice told them not to touch her, so Francis obliged; he hoped not to upset anyone at this critical moment. The situation was on a steady decline, as the Arcadia security swiftly realized. Tension rose with royal guards and even a Royal Magistrate, by the name of Blitz King, being suddenly involved. The latter had made sure to inform that every one of the people were officially considered suspects, much to Francis' relief. "Smart move, we can begin questioning them post haste. I'd be lying if I said my curiosity for the past events was absent." He complimented stepping forward toward Blitz King. Alas, the situation was made rather awkward, as someone passing by bumped into Francis accidentally. With his body already on edge, still brandishing a 20 cm long spike of bone from his right wrist, the contact encouraged his cells to keep feeling in danger. The spike grew even more, stretching it's opening wound even more, with each passing millimeter. This was not the awkward part, however; for the bump had disrupted the officer's balance, making him close half the distance to the Magistrate in seconds. Such an appearance would seem like an attempt on Blitz King's life; figuring this out before it was too late, Francis threw his legs forward. Gravity took care of the rest, as his weight fell straight down, landing on his behind. "Ugh geez." He groaned, feeling the hefty give on his right hand; the spike had grown an additional ten centimeters. "Aw shit; get back in there, or break off!" Francis hissed, grabbing the spike and trying to push it back into his arm. A worthless attempt, so he resided to just deal with it, "Anyone got something to eat?" He asked. [/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: green; 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]

 

[June Verles]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Kirk | Biological Vampire [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Medical Booth [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Seven, Cpt. Windrunner, Francis [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai BlightGiver [/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;"] Before Kirk proceeds to even touch Rissa with the sterilizing pad he was stopped by Seven's response making him pause. He sighed and lifted his head looking at Seven with a disappointed look. Luckily the good captain interfered offering the experimental gel and pulling Kirk aside before he could retort anything back to Seven. As he gets questioned on the validity of his skills he rolls his eyes reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a bloody business card. "Kirk Țepeș, Bio-chemist/engineer operating out of the 9th level of Ayodhya. Technically not a medical doctor but I am trained enough to perform medium level procedures such as suturing. Wherever she lets me check her friend after stabilizing it's up to her, but after seeing the events of today I am not sure how much I trust tesseract tech.". After that exchange he excuses himself, his attention being grabbed by Francis falling flat on his arse. He walks towards him, taking out one of the two blood bags and stabbing one of with a straw beginning to suck on it as if it was one of his juice cartons, offering the other one to the downed Astra; "Don't worry it's synthetic, 0- negative certified disease free blood. It's should do in a pinch since I assume your power requires a lot of calories to sustain." [/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: Firebrick ; 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"] Elvira [E4] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Seat of the Crown Conference Hall[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Remi[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _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, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]Elvira considered for a moment. She had her eyes closed, and held her composure with such stillness that she could have been mistaken for a statue. Then the bright, yellow reflections of her irises came into view once more. “Provisionally, that is acceptable. We have no interest in hoarding medical data or research. However, supposing Tesseract had something dangerous to people—something that would ruin more lives than it would help...well, then that would warrant a longer discussion,” she decided, and her tone rang crystal clear. This was something she would not budge on. All things considered, she was being remarkably generous with this deal. Her imposed limits were rather reasonable, and she had given Recon more freedom than any normal executive would have. Was this an expression of her ideology? It was difficult to say. Elvira’s expression continually radiated that gentle, perfect elegance; so much so that it was almost hard to believe she was a real person. Yet her eyes seemed to be duller. Unfocused, as if she were recalling something from the past. Was it possible that there existed a memory which troubled even an angel? She then stood, and her professionalism dismissed all such sentiments. “In any case, I believe it is time for me to take my leave. Since this meeting will be adjourned, you are certainly free to activate your personal devices. I too have other business to take care of before the day is done. In one week’s time, I’d like you to come to this address at 2300 hours,” she said, retrieving her holoprojector with one hand and activating a wrist console with the other. The datapad she had given to Remi lit up with text. “You are welcome to keep that datapad, and the document provided within. I hope we can present some good news at our next meeting. Until then, we will be out of contact.” Her voice rippled and distorted halfway through her speech. In that time the shadows around her had wrapped around Elvira like a coat, and the same mysterious shadow figure from before stood in the room once again. She moved to step out of the room, before stopping. Her head turned towards Remi. “Would you like a ride?” she asked with a curious tilt of her head. [/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: darkslategray; 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]