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Rhin
Location: Downtown
Interaction: Gilmark Huntertabbysandshark3 Huntertabbysandshark3
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Hearing the Incubus's request, her face slightly twitched. She considered lying for a second but decided to use her real name. "Rhin." She said bluntly. He healed her so she should give him at least the benefit of doubt. She looked around at the rubble of the former food store, and sighed. This day couldn't be better... At least she was alive. As she watched, several police cars and ambulances appeared, while some people began to search for survivors.

Rhin's tails were lightly singed and she was covered in dust. She was going to need a good bath after this. She looked at the Incubus's hand for a second, before deciding to take it. If he had wanted to do something, he would've done it by now. Or so she hoped. After standing up, she dusted her clothes in order to be at least a bit cleaner.
 
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[div class=back] go back [/div][/div] [div class=border][div class=opacitybg][/div] [div class=box] He assured Vasco that he would perfectly be fine alone. It wouldn't be the first time that he had dove head on into a potentially dangerous situation. Besides, he wouldn't be foolish enough to simply go there without precautions. Hopefully, this will turn out fine though.

It had been a dangerous idea, Vasco and Syn had made that quite clear to him, but Klaus still made his way to the church. Hands inside his pockets, he slipped through the crowds easily. It was not easy information to pinpoint who was the boss of the ARS if you weren't part of it. Most just thought of Klaus as a high ranking superior of some sort, but never seemed to be the type to be a boss. Of a business maybe, but not a research institute. So he was quite curious as to why he was the one to be approached - because one of the best reasons he could think of was that somehow, they had managed to get information that he led the ARS and would like something from him. He wasn't complaining though. This could be really fun. Before arriving at the church, he put on his glasses - succubi were hard to deal with when unprepared.

Arriving at their church, as they call it, Klaus was immediately greeted with hooded figures that beckoned him to enter. Not one to like being trapped, Klaus had moved one hand to touch a tattoo that was embedded on his abdomen - one that directly linked him back to the teleportation array to the headquarters. He took a deep and calming breath before proceeding forward, letting his hand fall to his side. They arrived at a door which they began to slowly open, revealing the succubus and the lamia in front with some other people that were half-hidden under the piles of sheets. "I like to think myself as... easily accessible to those who make an effort." He replied easily to the succubus as she began her process of dressing and coming towards him - his eyes flickered to the lamia as she followed. A devoted servant or a lover, the atmosphere made it hard to conclude. At least the guards were dismissed, he felt himself relax even for only a bit.

Her close proximity did not make him uncomfortable. Even if it did, he did not outwardly show it. He kept a relaxed smile on his face as she circled around him - questioning the motives of his arrival to the church. Her casual touches were met with no resistance nor reaction. "Curiosity, one could say." He replied simply. Klaus knew nothing of this true path that she talked about - something most cultists tend to focus on was a singular goal of something. "Might I ask why you requested of my presence? Your... stunt didn't go unnoticed." He idly mentioned how she had sent him her message.

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[div class=bottomwords]Interacting with: KnightSergeant KnightSergeant
Mentioned: Refaulted Refaulted
Location: ARS Headquarters -> Heralds Church
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archin
location: docks>GTI headquarters interaction: shin Mykinkaiser Mykinkaiser daryn . D O V E . D O V E​
Having finished with his run for smith archin resheited the sword once he got out of the mine field and then made is way to the GTI headquarters examine the armbands smith had payed him with they were surprisingly stylish all things considered a set of beautiful red stones circled a larger orange one that sat in the centre of each it complimented the black metal of the arms rather well, and fitted with the long sleeve shirt archin was wearing it was totally black aside form a few spiral patterns of dark red and the same shake spider logo on the front also in red instead of gold, the reasoning for this was that the soot didn’t mess it up to badly, regardless this had been third time smith had give archin some sort of enchanted jewellery as payment unfortunately for archin he lacked the knowledge to get them to function. Continuing his walk the large plums of smoke caught his attention archin hadn’t seen something like this except one time back home when there clans matriarch used some magic to down a particular intrusive beast that had evaded there hunters capture, so it was unusual probably not important. Archin managed to get to the wherehouse in time to see shin and daryn leaving “hey guys, sorry for being a little late had something to do."
 
Her hands continued to gently make passes over his body, while her eyes picked at the details of his person like a vulture to carrion. There were small cracks, hints she supposed, where she could see the light of the glory trying to break from his skin and flow from his eyes. Before excitement could grip her she glanced a the windows of the room, then back to him, before choking it up to strange reflections of the room. Returning to the moment at hand she stepped around the man so that she was standing beside him, amusement pulling at the edges of her lips. In another life he may have been able to live under her rule as an overseer, but here he was simply a means to an end. And here he was! Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he brought up the 'stunt', though she would consider it more of a test than anything. With an air of importance she took a few steps away from the man before sitting down on one of the seats strewn around the room. A masked man mumbled something to her in his sleep and she quickly responded by unceremoniously shoving him off of the seat.

"I don't know anything of this stunt your talking about" The words rang out with mock sincerity as she stretched out across the lounge chair, eyes closed in contemplation. After a few moments she turned to look at him again, eyes narrowed. "I guess you will be needing a seat as well." She sounded almost disappointed, but it did not last long before she shifted her gaze behind the man. The half hidden bodies started to shift and move, as if being dragged around by the ankle, leaving an open path leading straight to Klaus. With a snap one of the lounge chairs on the path started to rattle and shake, going on this way for about a minute before suddenly sliding down the path towards the two of them. The seat clattered towards them, looking as if it was just about to run them both over before coming to a dead stop just before slamming into the back of Klaus' knees. A single bead of sweat could be seen dribbling down the side of her head as she returned to her original position looking up at the domed roof of the church. "Anyways, you are the human trying to open the gate back are you not?"

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[div class=back] go back [/div][/div] [div class=border][div class=opacitybg][/div] [div class=box] Seamus certainly wasn't taking any of Lilly's or the stranger's shit. Sam really held a great amount of respect for this doctor. Sure, he was kind of aggressive sometimes but he was a damn good doctor who could fuck shit up too.Truly, it was great that they were acquainted.

There were like several things that had passed through Sam's mind in the moment of her actually looking at the stranger at the doorway. With her mind completely focused to Lilly but now calming down, it seemed like their buddy from the bomb-massacre incident was there. Maybe he caught whiff of the information they now had? Wasn't a first to see someone who wants to keep information out of the market but the Cor wasn't exactly very forgiving when it came to hiding information.

And the feeling of dread just washed over the room. She looked over to the man who now had a wicked grin on his face. "Sure buddy. Next time yeah?" Sam responded to the man, unbothered and responding with wide grin of her own. There was always the rush of enjoyment that came with dread. Adrenaline pumping into your veins as you face off with what seems with death. Those are the kinds of things that Sam lived for after all. This wasn't going to bother her at all. The man soon left and she looked back at the doctor and client duo.

She whistled. "Hah, I'll restrain her to the bed if it makes it'll make her stay there." Seamus's word was law when it came to injuries so she wasn't going to oppose him. She moved back a bit now that she was sure that Lilly wasn't going to start stabbing Seamus. Sam stood up and shoved her hands inside her pockets. "There something you need me to do doc?" She asked.

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[div class=bottomwords]Interacting with: @Rosa Kane (Lilly), Mykinkaiser Mykinkaiser (Eric and Seamus), Athanas Athanas (Joseph)
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Location: The Crownless King
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[div class=back] go back [/div][/div] [div class=border][div class=opacitybg][/div] [div class=box] Klaus obediently kept to himself, standing still but relaxed. She wasn't doing anything that would spell his complete and utter doom by walking into the church that had one of the most questionable morals in all the groups that he has heard of. Perhaps curiosity can kill the cat - but that was none of his business to believe. He had to sate the curiosity of many and be able to aid others properly so risking his own life wasn't exactly a problem to him.

It wasn't soon until the succubus had left his side and he followed her movement, still keeping his hands linked together behind his back. She had pushed someone off the chair she was now sitting in and he hummed. It was already obvious the kind of hierarchy they had here. She was the leader was she not? "Oh of course. It was simply a coincidence that a messenger was sent to me to get here." Klaus said with a small shrug. When she commented about him needing a seat, he was about to say that he would be fine standing up for the discussion but she did not seem to be paying attention to him so he kept his mouth shut.

He turned his attention behind him where the slumped bodies were being dragged off somewhere. The chair began to rattle and shoot forward towards him. He was about to raise his hand to stop it from running him over but it had knocked him back from the knees and he was forced to sit down really. He managed to compose himself quick enough. Klaus adjusted himself to the chair, placing his elbow on the armrest and resting his cheek on his hand.

He seemed to be a little surprised to hear that she knew of his project. Nevertheless, he was open to talking about it. "We are currently researching the Rift, yes. With many nonhumans seeking passage back to their homeworld, we figured that it might be for the best to research about it as well." He admitted easily.

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[div class=bottomwords]Interacting with: KnightSergeant KnightSergeant (Selashin)
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Location: ARS Headquarters -> Heralds Church
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Her eyes flicked back towards the man for a moment as he divulged the information, the cocky grin that was pulled taut across her lips fading with surprise, and a little disappointment, at how easily he gave away the information. Despite how much she enjoyed the hunt, and she did enjoy it, the information that she prized was worth far more. Still it was curious how easily he gave it up, perhaps he didn't care for it at all? Twisting her form she turned to look at him, curiosity now gleaming in her eyes. "Opening the gates to the other side..." Her voice drifted off as if she was in thought. "I have thought of it before, though my disciples tell me it is beyond even their power...though perhaps that is simply a sign i should get new disciples." Her gaze snapped to meet his with a slight tilt of her head, holding there for a moment as she made her intent known before turning away.

Behind the two of them the door opened again, leaving a crack just wide enough for a small robed figure with a tray to enter. They dutifully made their way down the path made by the chair, stepping over a few bodies to stand between the two of them. On the tray was a two small teacups both standing stout on a small saucer and full of a deep brown liquid the smelled faintly of orange peels. With a careful attention the hooded figure slowly handed one of the cups to Selashin, who took it eagerly, and another to her guest before bowing and taking a few steps back. "I hope you don't mind, when I heard you had arrived I took the proper steps to ensure your...comfort." Smiling she took a sip of the liquid, gulping it down eagerly before setting it down on the floor.

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- August 29th, 2043 -​


  • Nearly a year had passed since the tragic events of September 3rd, 2042, when the terrorist identified as Dr. Jody Harston unleashed a deadly gas into a crowd in Felburn Heights. At the time the public was, of course, outraged and began to doubt the capabilities of R.I.C.T. since the culprit had been one of their own. To their credit however, R.I.C.T. did not shy away from their responsibilities and launched immediate investigations, to rid itself of traitors and corrupted officers and to seek out the Reclaimers at their home base, pouring their full efforts into both.

    The latter of the two investigations culminated on June 17th, 2043, in a daring raid on the Reclaimer's headquarters in the docks. Despite sustaining not insignificant casualties themselves, R.I.C.T. was able to break and scatter the Reclaimers' main force, as well as to seize much of their arsenal and resources. Furthermore, they were able to arrest several of the terrorist organization's high-ranking figures, though the leader was ultimately able to escape. With this, the citizens' trust in R.I.C.T. was, for the most part, restored though there were definitely more critics than before.

    Additionally, their other investigation, the internal one, seemed to bear fruit early as several corrupt officers and officials were publicly arrested and tried. However, this was not the end of that investigation at all, and it continued quietly in the background as trusted officers methodically searched through the organization, collecting evidence of corruption as they went. They were, of course, exceedingly careful not to let anyone other than those they had absolute trust in know about their continuing work, so as to lull the remaining traitors into a false sense of security, thinking they had escaped the purge.

    Now, as the anniversary of the bombing comes within the week, R.I.C.T.'s secret investigation is coming to a close as, all at once, officers move to sweep the last vestiges of corruption from their ranks.
 

Jody & Kassidy

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What if I told you one decision could change your life forever? Awaken an inner being you never knew you had. Make the entirety of your wits put to the test… Well be a outlaw.


The gentle summer breeze rolled across the lake, his sandy blonde hair flowing along for the ride. It had been quite a year, one of true adaptability and fortunate circumstances. From completely altering his appearance; which included dying his hair, putting on muscle, and changing his mannerisms. This aided immediate recognition from the public eye, however, that didn’t stop R.I.C.T. They had been able to track him down twice, one in the forest, the other during a trip to town. He was able to escape both times luckily with the help of Kassidy, but also a higher being…


“Are you sure you want to do it today Jody?” Kassidy’s warm voice filled his head as he turned back to the cabin, seeing the ghostly woman leaning against its frame. “We’ve got to. It’s been wrenching at my stomach for months, I need to speak with Solomon.” Dragging his feet against the pebble shoreline, he heard her sigh. “I get that, I truly do. But do you want to jeopardize this? We’ve got a solid location; no grid access and far enough from the border and the city to avoid detection. I-.” “I’ve made my decision.” Jody said firmly, dipping down to pick up a stone. “We’ll bring one canister just in case, the other I’ll stick in the spot.” Thumbing the rock, it’s smooth exterior cold to the touch. Then suddenly, he threw it, skipping four times, before falling limp into the water ahead. “Plus I hear there’s a party tonight? GTI I believe. That’ll keep the majority of factions occupied, leaving us to only avoid R.I.C.T security details.” Kassidy emerged from her spot, before appearing beside Jody, her hand upon his lower back. Patting his back gently, she leaned against his now broad shoulder. “If you say so Jode... Don’t get us killed please. I’m starting to tolerate your company.”


Her apparition disappeared immediately, crudely reminding him of her false being. The two had grown close over the year, an unlikely pair with complicated problems. A man who murdered hundreds of innocent, due to their race, and a woman who happened to be one of them. Over the months, however, the two began to understand one another on a much deeper level. Metaphysical if you will. She helped him see the truth, see the good left in his life. While he helped her understand his reasons, which now seemed quite unjustified. But that was an entirely different matter…


Now was the time to find his father.

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It had been a rather stressful year for Coriander and Myra Muir. When the world was shocked by the terrorist attack on that fateful day, Cor began to worry for the safety of his family. He began to fear a life in which he would live without his wife and unborn child. Ouroboros itself was in overdrive after the attacks. Cor was always in his office or out in the field, fulfilling contracts and other requests. Not once did he have a chance to sit and rest, to prepare for his future as a father. Myra was also under stress during the entirety of the crisis and its aftermath. She, being the carrier of an unborn, and vulnerable life, was rather angry at herself. She was unable to assist her husband in running the guild; All she could do was provide support and comfort during the time.

Ouroboros and Cor worked round the clock; 24/7 contracts and requests, missions and assignments were being completed. As people started to doubt the R.I.C.T and its capabilities, the security contracts provided by the guild became invaluable. Corporations and companies generally not associated with R.I.C.T sought protection through guild services. Escort missions of conveys, high-value targets, and other necessities was a majority of missions. However, surprising the public, while R.I.C.T forces invaded the main headquarters of the Reclaimers, Ouroboros itself was raiding smaller branches throughout the city. Sounds of fighting and raids was not uncommon in the weeks that followed, but after a while, Ouroboros and all its services went silent.

Information brokerage stopped. Contracts remained incomplete. People started to believe that Ouroboros, the guild representative of the Infinity Dragon, reached a finite end. All Ouroboros locations went dark, and few remained open as legitimate businesses. Those that did, owners would neither confirm nor deny the death of the guild. Seven months after the initial bombing of Felburn Heights,
it was revealed to the public from anonymous services that Ouroboros leadership dropped off the grid and disappeared. No one knew where they went, and no one was ever able to find out. In the nearing weeks of the anniversary of the bombing, people began to get anxious. Signs of the serpents resurgence were appearing.
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Laughing and giggling was heard throughout the small cottage. The sounds of a happy baby were the only thing that sounded through the house as in the living room and the adjoining kitchen, a group of three were enjoying their time. On a recliner couch, Myra Muir was playing with her 5 month old son, Gladio Muir. Short white hair framed his chubby, adorable face, and golden eyes sparkled with glee. He laughed joyously as he was lifted up into the air and brought back down. Myra herself had let her hair down, and now she was wearing a simple sundress as she relaxed with her son. Over in the kitchen Cor was reading through a stack of documents, his glasses resting on his face. Taking a moment to himself, he glanced over to see his budding family.

Smiling, Cor got up and made his way to his wife and son; He gave Myra a peck on the forehead. "He's getting fat." he told his wife jokingly. When he noticed a slight pain on his arm, he looked down to see his wife holding their son to her chest. "He's not fat." she protested, giving him a pout. "You're the one getting fat, but maybe that's a good thing. You lost a lot of weight." It was true. Cor lost a lot of weight during the aftermath of the attack. "Maybe. Come here buddy." Taking his son from his wife, he raised him in the air and smiled. "Do you want to go see uncle Rowan and aunt Yune big guy?" he asked. "Want to go with da-da?" he asked again. Hearing a baby laugh, he smiled and gave Myra another kiss. "Let's go see uncle and aunty bud." As he began to walk away, he heard Myra call from the couch. "Remember to put him down for a nap after!"

"Of course dear!" Cor called back. "You don't need a nap, right buddy?" Little Gladio only grabbed Cor's nose and laughed.

ReverseTex ReverseTex fIora fIora
 
Smith
Location: Smith’s factory interaction: none​
With a year passing little had changed for the arcane doll the terrorist attack, the RICT purge all passed the old smith by without it so much as knowing about them. Although there where a few things had changed, some of smith suppliers had gone silent or completely disappeared so he was running out of the more specific things required for his work it didn’t stop the smith though spending the past few months working on something very very special.

Hung up by chains was what appeared to a oni at least most of one it some of its outer skin had been replaced with metal and there was as clearly sections of additional arms, in front of it stood smith the old armor spewing forth plums of smoke but seems rather Proud of itself, the oni in question probably some young one that through it would be a good idea walk into his minefield to be traps furthest away where not the most deadly but the still did a number on his subject body. What would be the point of this experiment? A extra set of hands of course heaving lifting was something Smith’s old body was no longer suited for having a giant like this to carry things around would be much better, now the logistics problem of feeding the thing still stood smith would have to work out how to actually fix that problem perhaps this worlds technological advancements could provide the answer although the arcane doll doubted it greatly then again he was not a expert on these matters, that....that is was annoyed him most much of the equipment here was beyond his understanding smith would often over think simple devices that this world had perhaps he should work on that more, no not a option one can only remember so much and then you start forgetting, once you start forgetting there no turning back.... purging those morbid thoughts form hid head smith set about his work after all a oni sized set of arms where not going to make themselves
 

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The chill of the polished concrete floor perked Illya awake as he placed his feet down, rising from bed. Taking his glasses from the nightstand, he briefly glanced at the body next to him. The scarlet-colored frame of Saeran laid limp, paralyzed by sleep. A needless task in his mind; he always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs. Sighing, he quietly exited the bedroom, careful not to wake his partner in the very early hours.


The penthouse was quite modern in design, one wall dedicated to the view of Edgewater as the rest were a blinding shade of white. Most of the furniture contrasted; either black or grey, as it appealed to his critical eye. Its open floorplan diminished privacy, but, it rarely mattered as he was the only resident.


Illya grabbed his grey robe from the couch, quickly clothing himself as he made his way to the guest bathroom. Locking its door as he entered, his calm silence quickly turned into frantic hysteria. Reaching under the sink for a shampoo bottle, he quickly unscrewed it with shaking hands. Dumping a small portion of its contents onto the sink, he quickly thinned the powder, before inhaling it. Clearing his throat, Illya took a deep breath, allowing the stimulant to take effect. “Good lord,” Illya muttered in Russian as his body became overwhelmed in monumental sensation...


Edgewater’s skyline seemed to glow in an almost artificial spotlight. The buildings reflection of the rising sun pierced his icy eyes with violent ferocity. Taking a drag of his cigarette, the nicotine calming the adrenaline rush of the stimulant, he sighed. “Why do you do this to yourself?” Illya muttered to himself, as he flicked the cigarette down to the city below. He needed to look productive sooner or later.


Deciding to make breakfast, Illya quickly put himself to work. The kitchen was consumed by his haste energy, partly due to the stimulant, his one-track mind honed in on its project. Eggs and bacon with toast.

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Yune Rasel Winten
everything that i've got...​
location: Cor & Myra's cottage

with: Cor xAlter xAlter , Myra xAlter xAlter

mentions: n/a

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It had been nearly 5 months since Ouroboros went under. Yune's apartment was dirty and dingy. A small tv was propped up in a corner, surrounded by various game discs and systems; a couch placed opposite to it. Her previously cluttered desk was now mostly empty, only filled by a laptop, headset and usually a soda can or two. The entire apartment looked different then it did 5 months ago; so did Yune. While she retained most of her features, she was now in much worse shape, as she had spent most her time indoors.

Yune's eyes fluttered. It was barely morning when she woke up. Her mind was fuzzy; she couldn't remember what time she fell asleep last night. She rolled over in bed to check her phone, which had barely any updates. She sighed, and went into the washroom to wake herself up.

As she started to make breakfast, she opened out her planner. Mostly empty for the entire week, except one entry today. Scribbled out in messy writing was written; visit cor and myra Yune gasped and put down the book. She muttered to herself, "Oh... I completely forgot... 10am? I have time!"

Yune sat down on her couch. It used to be clean and pristine, although now it was gross and dirty. Stains of soda and crumbs littered the entire apartment. She turned on her game console, before playing a bit of Dark Souls V. After turning off the game, she rolled her neck as she got dressed. Her dress hardly fit her anymore, but she somehow figured out a way to put it on. She walked to the front door, grabbing a parcel before she left.

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Soon later, Yune arrived on the outskirts of a dense looking forest. Sniffing the air, she detected faint smells of cooking from deep into the forest. Trusting her instincts, she decided to go in. About half an hour later, she arrived at a small wooden cottage. She panted, out of breath, and opened the door and walked in. "I! I... I've arrived! You live so deep in the forest..." Yune quickly collapsed into a chair, panting.
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The year has passed by like clouds rolling across the sky on a windy day. The G.T.I. remained the same and occupied themselves with the same old shenanigans and drills. The gang has continued to grow larger along with their influence throughout Edgewater. Needless to say, their business has been flourishing despite the tragedies which had struck the city over the course of time. Although this was a good thing, it also meant that there would be more papers and works to be done and ran. It was safe to say that Daryn wasn’t exactly fond of those things. Thankfully, she has the Big Boss to do most of the work for her. She’s just around to make the big decisions-- such as spending an ample amount of resources for a party, and making sure that the said party will be nothing but perfect (in the G.T.I. way, of course). Besides, this wasn’t just any other G.T.I. party-- it was her birthday party.

The 29th of August.

Merlot-colored liquid dripped down from the corner of cherry lips as the dark-haired succubus downed a glass of drink before slamming it down the table. “What the fuck is this shit, Jim?” Daryn spat, displeasure clouding over her face as she glared at the man across, “It tastes like fucking water but worse! You can’t serve this shit to my guests-- this is disrespectful!” she complained before shooting up from her seat, making a loud screeching noise as it scraped against the floor. If someone has been in the gang for at least a month then they would know how much of a perfectionist Daryn is when it comes to parties. Although she was extra fussy on the particular day because it was special. All her friends would be coming, and in fact she made it an open party so that anyone can come and have a good time. Of course, she was aware of the big possibility that party-poopers (the R.I.C.T. or some Reclaimer shitheads) can barge in at any time and try to ruin everything, but she figured it would be part of the fun. Perhaps. Who knows? It wasn’t like it was the gang’s first grandiose rave. Guests should know better than to be surprised if ever things take an awful turn and go south. It’s the G.T.I. for fuck’s sake.

Daryn looked around the spacious warehouse. It was the same size as the G.T.I.’s main headquarters although it looked much older and worn out. It was fine. It would give the event a dramatic atmosphere and would work out nicely with the many and colorful lights recently attached to the place’s every nook and corner. Although of course there were still plenty of bodies moving around, setting up dozens of screens and sound systems, cooking up traps and counter-measures just in case unwanted visitors appear, and etcetera.

The succubus climbed up the table and clapped her hands boisterously, stealing everybody’s attention, “Alright, people, listen up! We have at least nine hours before the party starts. That’s enough time to get all shit done. I want everything to be perfect and in accordance to what I have repeatedly discussed over the past few months. That’s all, thank you!” she announced while she used her hands to be some sort of a makeshift megaphone. A mix of reactions poured out from her audiences before they went back to work and the red-skinned female hopped off the table and landed on the floor with a huff.

Now that she was done making sure the warehouse was being prepped properly, she must now proceed to take care of other things. Daryn took it upon herself to make sure that her friends would come to the party looking smoking hot or at least presentable. Thus, she made it a point to nag all of them to wear nice outfits (the tighter, the better!) and she even went to Archin to convince him to help them all with the matter since he was quite good at fashion. With that thought, she pulled out her phone and began to pester her favorite victim.

Shin-senpai <3
me
Shinnnnnnnnnn
me
I feel so >:( today. People (Jim) can't seem to do their fucking job right. I'd feel better if i see u in a suit though <3
me
Plus u promised to wear one to my party
me
I will kick u out if u don't


Location: In an Abandoned Warehouse at the Docks
Interacted: Mykinkaiser Mykinkaiser , People inside the warehouse
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Joseph Harris was experiencing a very typical evening, by his standards. He was once again working overtime, seated inside of his lab, typing away at his computer, making a written record of the results of hundreds of experiments. A rather boring task, to be sure, but a neccecary evil, lest you wanted all your work to go to waste. This description alone would've puzzled many: Wasn't Joseph Harris found out during the RICT purge? Wasn't Joseph Harris a known terrorist to some, and potentially quite a few more individuals? Where had he found a lab?

Of course, anyone asking such questions had severely underestimated the man's Intellect. For Joseph had failsafes in place to warn him of a purge, when these were triggered, he had simply failed to show up at work for his bi-weekly inspection. By the time the RICT had began looking for him, Joseph Harris had used funds stolen from Gangs to create a new identity. He had paid some of the best in the field to create his new background, even going as far as to pay extra for details it was unlikely anyone would look. He had changed his appearance quite a bit, and even used subtle magic to make it all the more believable. This process took him a month and a half and some hundred thousand dollars, not to mention some "favors", but by the end, Joseph Harris had a new identity that could stand up to even DNA testing, and a background that even the most thorough of searches would not be able to uncover. Joseph Harris was missing: George Morisson returned.

He bid his time for a few more months, wanting to take absolutely no risk. With the Ouroboros out of the game and the RICT hard pressed to maintain order with most of it's forces at the Docks, The Duo went wild, wiping out gangs and minor organisations and making quite a profit in the process. And since paying off the Ouro was no longer an issue, Joseph practically had free reign to develop and improve his arsenal. More cameras, Drones,Better Exo, Improved Hacking software and hardware, more spells.... He toiled day and night in his secure hideout, producing both experimental and conventional gear.

Come April, Joseph was tiring of wanton destruction being his only pastime. But in order to stop, he'd need to start working again on his favorite hobby-Science! And where better to do Science than the A.R.S? Of course, this decision had been carefully weighed in advance: Joseph had made sure he was not the first to apply for a position, nor would he be the last. His paper, presented to the board along with his application, presented an Impressive thesis to say the least: This pretty much killed any doubt they had about hiring him. And despite scrutiny by the RICT, his disguise held firm. Soon, Joseph's impressive ability as a researcher earned him his own lab and technicians. Funding was higher than it had ever been in the RICT, as no longer was he held back by their concerns for "practicality". In truth, he was finally at home, in a place brimming with brilliant scientists, where he was finally appreciated and respected as the genius he was. That is not to say he was superior to his peers: In fact, he was more than happy to accept advice and learn something new.

Of course, his nightly occupation never ceased, although the frequency of the attacks waned. He incorporated many of his newfound information into further improvements to his gear, and his network had almost doubled in size. Constant practise had allowed him to handle burden much more efficiently before his brain gave out, which in turn enabled him to experiment with some of Mike's more powerful abilities. Perhaps for the first time since his birth, everything was going exactly as he had planned.

In this particular evening both he and Mike were quite happy, for different reasons each. Mike had been getting his fill of violence, including the occasional beat cop that wanted to play hero, and Mike was most happy when the violence targeted the lawful ones. Recently they had heard rumors that the Ouro were returning. Merely the thought of killing something as pretentious, lawful, and suppossedly skilled as an Ouro member. Many nights Joseph had lost his sleep trying to resist the urge to gut Eric or Sam or Lilly, or even better, that woman that had scowled at him... The temptation grew. And Mike was fully aware that with the increase in targets, Joseph would be forced to eventually yield

Joseph was happy for three main reasons: One, he was finally where he belonged, surrounded not by stunted monkeys who only wanted to play out their power fantasies while calling it "Justice', while his power and capacity for violence had skyrocketed Two, he had spotted two of the three things he was looking for on his cameras and drones, and he had a feeling he'd spot the third soon. And three, he was going to his first party tonight! He never before had the courage to, but in the past year he'd done much, much more stressful things than go to a party. It seemed so insignificant by comparison, now. And he had discovered a little trick to help with his social anxiety: He had much better luck pretending to be sociable when he wore a mask. He was going to try it, tonight. He wanted to have fun, but he also wanted some ties to the GTI. He had a plan, and connections with such a major gang would be a good way to get that plan off the ground.

He stopped typing and leaned back on his chair, a wide smile on his lips. Yes, there had been times when he had to hide, to flee. When he had to swallow his pride and pay, and do favors. No more. Now he had all new gear and power. He was the Alpha, the Dominus. He would do what he wanted, and no one, no matter their power or resources would be able to stop him.

"But what do I want?"
A good question, to be sure. That would depend on a lot of factors. Mainly, how much everyone seemed keen on pissing him off. If his prior life was any indication, quite a bit: Woe to them, in that case.
 
Sha'tek opened the door to the abandoned warehouse, craning his neck to look in and take a peek at what was going on inside, trying to keep the hood of his hoodie covering his head while not dropping his fast food bag he was holding. He saw numerous members of the G.T.I working on putting up lights and decorations under the directions Daryn. He couldn't see Shin anywhere, so he assumed he wasn't around yet, which didn't surprise the boss all that much. Shin typically took his time with anything that wasn't going to get his blood pumping, but Daryn would definitely kick his ass if he was late to one of her events. Especially if said event was her birthday.

The last year had been rather uneventful after the gas attack and the bombings, with the acts of Reclaimers dying down as well. Of course, there were some rogue attacks that seemed to cause some problems for people, but even then business was booming for the G.T.I. The money from the drug trade and the brothels had been rolling in, with people divulging in their products more and more as they became more comfortable. Of course, the fear of the R.I.C.T turning their focus on the gang was beginning to bloom in the mind of the Boss, but so far things seemed fine. And there was no need to worry about it right now. Today was Daryn's day, and Sha'tek wanted to get this party going.

As he pushed the door open and stepped into the warehouse, he got a couple waves from those preparing the warehouse for what would probably be the most explosive parties of the year. He gave them a dismissive wave, not wanting Daryn to see them slacking off even the slightest, as he he knew she would come down on them hard. He saw her texting on her phone, her back to him, and did his best to creep up behind her. Once he was close enough, he placed a hand on her head and ruffled her hair. "Happy birthday, Little Red!" He stepped around her, opening his bag and pulling out a burger, already unwrapped with a few bites out of it. He took another bite out of it as he looked around at the lights being set up. "Place is coming along nice. I'm not even amazed anymore at how well you can wrangle people to do your beck and calling."

Sha'tek quickly finished his burger, throwing the wrapper into the bag and wiping his hand on the legs of his jeans. "I would have sent you a text this morning but I...lost my phone. Couldn't find it this morning." Sha'tek knew better than to let her know he had broke it again in a fight. Then again, it wasn't his fault that it had started, as they had bumped into him first, making him spill his drink. His ribs still hurt after someone had got a clean shot on them when he was distracted. Nothing that couldn't heal over time. "I'm gonna buy one tomorrow at some point, so I'll text you then so you have my new number. If you see Shin before I do, let him know, too." Shin would probably give him some sort of shit for losing his phone again, but as one of the VPs, Shin had to know when he couldn't get in contact with him.

Sha'tek held the bag out to Daryn, which had three or four more burgers in it. "You hungry at all?"

. D O V E . D O V E Daryn, Mykinkaiser Mykinkaiser Shin
 



Saeran Hirai
don't worry about me... its useless​

location: Illya's penthouse

with: Illya ReverseTex ReverseTex

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Saeran tossed around on the bed. The linen was soft, comfortable, and felt expensive. He still wasn't used to it, although he felt it nearly every morning. A drowsy silence lay over the large open rooms of Illya’s apartment. Saeran sat up on the bed and stretched. He quietly said, “Ah... it’s been a while since I’ve slept so well... Illya? Oh... he must be up already...” He got off the bed, and headed towards the bathroom to get dressed.

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Saeran, now dressed in an oversized shirt and his underwear, stumbled out to the kitchen to find Illya. He was already awake, and cooking breakfast. "Illya~! You're awake already? You're not usually up this early... What are you making?" Saeran quirked. He looked, to see a lot of food throughout the whole kitchen.

"Uh... are you sure you can finish this all? There's a lot of food here..." He picked up some of the plates, looking at the amount of food. He started to plate some of the food, noticing that Illya seemed strangely jumpy and irritable - although Saeran couldn't really tell why. He had an idea in his mind, although he hoped it wouldn't get to that...

He wondered to himself why Illya was acting so energetic. He was deep in his own thoughts, when suddenly, he was snapped out of his thinking. He had heard a loud shout, which startled Saeran. He looked up, and rushed towards Illya. He saw a dark burn on Illya's hand, and Saeran froze up. He already knew what would happen next.
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archin
location: archin's web>GTI headquarters interaction: dayrn . D O V E . D O V E Refaulted Refaulted
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things had been going good for archin the year hadn't resulted in any problems for him, he did find out about the gas attack a few days after finding it a rather grizzly scene, not none the less, effective as a tool for hunting if one was so inclined. he did have more free time recently thanks to smith not having as many errands for him to run, although... find out that they died for no discernable reason was a bit worrisome. there was definitely something to that although archin didn't have time for that since daryn had gotten him to help out with making her friends presentable, for a few of them it was difficult to come up with designs, at least daryn had a good idea of what she wanted, it took him a little while to get the exact materials needed for it archin was impressed with the final product. having made the final touches to it this morning packing it into a backpack archin now had his own outfit to worry about, and he had a lot, piles of clothes where everywhere within the "house" of his web taking him a good hour to get through them all finally settling on one of his newer creations. the shirt was pitch-black with a sharp and spiraling runic like patters across it, the threads used for the patters were reactive to different lighting, the shirt itself also seemed to have a good deal of elastics in it meaning to would remain very tight on archins body while still being light a thin. the whole point of doing this was so the arachina could hang upside down without his shirt falling off.

with that settled he headed off not before adding to his outfit with a nice set of armbands he had gotten form smith about a year ago it finished off the outfit nicely and with that he made his way to the docks it was a bit of a walk, but he could manage it eventually getting to the ominous warehouse that would be his intended destination. getting in through one of the loading bays thanks to the side doors being a little bit too small for his rather wide body, he looked around in amazement the place was totally different lights, speakers screens and the like where getting setup everywhere deciding it safer to just walks on the wall avoiding the busy crowd making a be line toward dayrn and an oni that if he remembered correctly was called Sha'tek

"hey you two. daryn iv got your custom order right here"

he handed the backpack to daryn with a smile


"took me a while to get everything together for it but it should be perfect"
 
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Illya was scrambling through the kitchen when he heard Saeren's voice, now risen from slumber. "Well I know I haven't been as present lately, so I thought I'd make you breakfast in bed? The bed part can be eliminated now since you're up, but its the thought that counts no?" His distinct accent gave his words a touch of charm, adding to his already likable facade. "I'm making a standard American breakfast; sunnyside eggs, toast, the works!" He chirped as the toaster jolted up his two slices of cooked bread. "Come come! Help yourself!" He smiled as he raced back to the stove to retrieve Saeren's egg. Grasping the cast-iron pan, he attempted to push the egg off with his finger, which ultimately failed. As he moved his hand from the pan, the sound of Saeren moving behind him startled the man, making him drop the pan. In his attempt to recover it, Illya grasped the bottom, which sizzled his palm like an egg.

He began to shout expletives in Russian, tossing the pan upon the ground in a fit of anger. This shouldn't have happened. It was idiotic! Illya's hand was quickly taken under inspection by Saeren, who knew his crime, as he gently released his hand. "If you hadn't moved... This wouldn't have happened. Maybe if you thought about your actions, you'd have known better. But you never think! You're a symbiotic attachment to me! I do all the thinking, you just feed off me! Steal my money! My house! My food!" Slamming his burned hand upon his quartz countertop, the pain non-existent due to his drug-induced rage. "I am not someone to be used! I use others! They don't use me! Do you get that?!" Suddenly he was overcome with fury, doing the only thing he knew to do to purge this rage...

A moment later Saeren was on the floor, Illya's burned palm leaking with puss and his knuckles swollen. Taking a few deep breaths, the silence of the house engulfed his mind. Staring at Saeren's weakened state, his mind blocked out any other stimulus as he was fixated on the man beneath him. That was power... Snapping back to reality, Illya sighed. Making the short walk to his refrigerator, he removed a pair of ice packs, tossing them beside his companion. "Ice up, we don't want to raise suspicion at the party this evening." Making his way to the medical cabinet, he began to tend to his hand. Wrapping the thing in gause and dousing it in peroxide, his left hand quickly looked like an ill-tended mummy. Taking a deep breath once more, he ran his good hand through his tossed hair in attempts to return it to its usual state. Once satisfied he made his way back to his partner, crouching down beside the succubi. "I'm going to get cleaned up and get to work, you're welcome to do as you please here. See you tonight." Placing a light kiss on the forehead, he ran a gentle hand through Saeren's tossed hair. And with that, Illya left the boy to his devices.

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- Shin Matsuda -​

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Shin's morning had been unusually productive by his standards, which admittedly were low given that he disliked getting out of bed before noon if he could help it. Today though, was special enough for him to make the extra effort to get up early. Daryn's birthday was not an event that the usually laid-back Shin took lightly, both because Daryn would throw an apocalyptic fit if he did, and also because he wanted to make sure it was fun for her.

As such, he had gone out to get his suit cleaned, she'd been pestering him to no end about that, and to get her a gift. More impressively, he'd even managed not to start trouble while he was out, doing his best to stay focused on the tasks at hand and not to get distracted. Of course, this isn't to say that Shin didn't get into a fight or two, as he most certainly did, but rather that it wasn't him who made the first move. Rather, a couple foolhardy groups had decided to jump him seeing that he was alone. Shin, being the gentleman that he is, took them up on their kind offers.

Due to this, when he arrived at the venue of the party Shin was spattered with blood and his clothes were rather roughed up, forming a stark, and somewhat comedic, contrast to the pristine garment bag containing his suit that he was carrying. Pausing for a moment Shin looked around for the woman of the hour, spotting her with Tek and Archin. As he made his way over the older members simply waved at him, while some of the newer ones openly stared at the sight of one of their VPs casually walking by covered in blood, fearful of how Daryn would react given her earlier outburst.

"You can stop fukkin texting me Daryn, got my suit right here," he called to the succubus as he approached, lifting the garment bag to better allow her to see it before setting it down on a nearby table, taking unusual care not to rumple it. With that done he then turned back to Daryn, a massive shit-eating grin on his face as he wrapped her in a bearhug, lifting her off the ground, "Happy birthday you magnificent bitch!"

Location: Daryn's party warehouse
Interaction: Daryn . D O V E . D O V E , Sha'tek Refaulted Refaulted
 
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The sudden movement on her crown took Daryn by surprise as she let out a small yelp before turning around to meet the hulking figure of the Big Boss himself. The succubus puffed her cheeks after Sha'tek gave his greeting and compliment. "Geez! Where have you been? I thought you forgot about my day! You didn't even send me a birthday text, or replied to any of my messages!" she whined before shoving her phone to his face, its screen showing how much she spammed the Oni for the past few hours. Of course it only reached so far thanks to their gaping height difference. Sha'tek explained that he lost his phone apparently, earning a suspicious squint from the female. "Uhuh," she replied, obviously unconvinced, "Are you sure you didn't smash it against a poor sod's face?" she crossed her arms at him. Daryn has spent almost half of her life with the Big Boss just like Shin so it was safe to say that she could tell if he was bullshitting her. A few seconds in and Daryn bursted into laughter before she wrapped her arms around him, "Thanks, Big Boss! You can keep those burgers though." she giggled as she rubbed her cheek against his torso, "But I'll take these burgers for dine in!" she jested.

A voice from beside them interrupted their little moment before the succubus could tease her childhood friend even further. Daryn pulled away and turned to the side to meet Archin's smiling face. She accepted the bag from him before taking a peek at its content. The female's eyes sparkled with delight upon seeing Archin's handiwork which was supposed to be her birthday outfit. She looked up at the Arachnae with a pleased grin, "This looks perfect, Archinnnnn! I love it!" she exclaimed as she threw herself at him and gave him a hug, "I knew I could count on you. Thank you so much!" she added before detaching herself from him. Daryn could already imagine herself wearing the outfit, and the mental image made her chest swell with excitement. Surely, even Shin won't be able to resist her! She turned to Archin, "You did so well. I think you deserve an extra payment." she winked at him before setting the bag on a nearby table.

However, her entire attention was stolen when Shin walked in, covered with blood and looking unbothered by that fact. Daryn intently watched as he approached and showed her a pristine bag which apparently held his suit. She felt glad that he kept his promise but she still couldn't stop herself from addressing his current state. "Oh, for fuck's sake Shin. Why are you so dirty-!" she was cut short when he picked her up and gave her a bear-hug. She felt her blood rush to her cheeks, and if her entire body wasn't already red then her face would have rivaled the color of a ripe tomato. "A-Aw geez, you're getting blood on me!" she complained, yet she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed him deeper against her chest with a toothy smirk, "You better clean me up." she whispered suggestively before letting go with a laugh.


Location: In an Abandoned Warehouse at the Docks
Interacted: Mykinkaiser Mykinkaiser , Refaulted Refaulted , Huntertabbysandshark3 Huntertabbysandshark3
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  • As night began to set in, much of the city began to quiet down their work having come to an end. However, the docks were a notable exception to this. Word that G.T.I. was going to throw a massive birthday rave in honor of one of its VPs had gotten around, and as the time of the party grew nearer, the district only grew brighter and louder. The gang's legendary reputation in regards to parties had drawn in hoards of pleasure-seekers from all walks of life, rival gangs had even put down their guns temporarily to enjoy the event, though they still eyed each other with clear hostility and kept clear apart. Within that nightless warehouse booze and drugs flowed freely as people let go of their day-to-day worries and inhibitions, in short it was a hedonist's paradise.

    Still, the night was yet young and the party had only just begun. For as many people enjoying the party, there were an equal number watching on nervously, hoping nothing would happen. Either way, the night was surely going to be exciting.
 
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People from all walks of life continuously flooded the infamous G.T.I. party as the warehouse boomed with activity. The loud electronic music, which was seamlessly booming throughout the area, and the boisterous cheers and chatters of the growing crowd, effectively gave life to the place. As if the upscale sound system wasn’t enough, there were also numerous laser lights dancing around, giving colors to what used to be a gloomy warehouse. It seemed as though there were different things happening in its every nook and corner as people seeking for a good time set themselves free.

There was a thick line from the outside leading into the warehouse’s entry point. A group of burly onis and bearfolks guard the entrance, inspecting each of the potential participants and their possessions. Although it was true that the process was relevant to make sure that the party would last until at least midnight without somebody dying, its main point was to make sure that everyone who will be going in brought gifts for the birthday celebrant. Of course there were people who tried to force their way in but their rowdy behavior paled in comparison to the brute force of the gang members. On the other hand, those who did manage to make it through could be seen grinning from ear to ear as they walk into the heart of the rave.

The center is, without a doubt, the busiest part of the place. Countless bodies were moving about; service crews (mostly composed of the gang members themselves) roam the area to attend the varying needs of guests while the guests occupied themselves with having fun. On the ceiling, hanging upside-down, was the arachne DJ with his equipment especially set up in the same gravity-defying manner. While most people were dancing to the upbeat music he was blasting, there were some who busied themselves with different things. There were individuals filling themselves with food, getting wasted on the punches, getting high on the different drugs offered, and trying their luck to score a night with somebody. However, there was also a great mass over the left wing of the warehouse.

The left side appeared to be somewhat different from the rest of the place. Sitting there were three fight rings. Each of the rings have raised spacious platforms with bars and meshes sprouting up on its sides to form an enclosed cage. The cages aren’t your average cages, though, for they are backed with adequate magical reinforcements to ensure that the viewers wouldn’t be affected by anything inside the cage. Of course, none of these were easy to acquire but the CEO exerted extra efforts to make sure certain people would be able to have fun and NOT start a fight with anyone every five minutes. Furthermore, the audience can bet for their chosen fighters and the gang will collect a portion from it. It was a win-win situation.

Soon enough, the loud music came to a halt and all the lights disappeared. The entire place went pitch black. The slightest hints of panic made itself known as the attendees whispered among themselves. It wasn’t long before the lights returned, but this time, they were only focusing on an elevated stage where one particular succubus proudly stood. Revelling in the spotlight was none other than Darynlliene Bwynvielle- the birthday girl herself. She was fashioning an elegant yet skimpy black dress while the area from the lower portion of her thighs to her feet were covered in fishnets matched with a pair of dark stilettos.

“Good evening and welcome, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever the fuck you are all supposed to be!” Daryn began vivaciously, her arms outstretched to the thick crowd who broke out into a fit of whistling and cheering, “I’m happy to see that all of you are here to celebrate my special night. Each and everyone of you had brought such lovely gifts too. How wonderful! I’d like to take this moment to thank the Big Boss and the rest of the gang for throwing this party for me. Thanks for always spoiling little old me even though I’m such a naughty, naughty, naughty girl.” she giggled, slowly sticking her tongue out to the delight of the onlookers, “Don’t worry, I won’t be eating much of your time. I’m just here to remind each and everyone of you that we are all here to have fun. Therefore, you can do whatever the fuck you want, BUT just remember that I’d be really, really, really, angry if any of you do anything to ruin my party.” her eyes flickered with danger for the briefest of moments as she finished the sentence. It wasn’t after a few seconds when a toothy grin spread to her lips, “I’m sure tonight will be fun! You can help yourselves with the many, many, things we have prepared, oooor head over to the left side and sign up for a fighting competition. We have three rings for novice, intermediate and advanced divisions, and you can bet for your favorite fighters- yada, yada, yada.” she half-heartedly explained as she flicked her wrists to its direction.

“Well, I think that’s all for now. Let’s continue the party!” she announced. On cue, the music and lights returned to its earlier activity. The succubus jogged down the stage. Her tail swayed with excitement as she rushed to greet the many faces filling the hall.

The party was just getting started, after all.


Location: GTI Party
Interacted: Anyone at the party
Mention: Refaulted Refaulted , Huntertabbysandshark3 Huntertabbysandshark3
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[div class=back] go back [/div][/div] [div class=border][div class=opacitybg][/div] [div class=box] You'd think that after the whole Reclaimers incident, things would get a bit hectic for the Ouroboros. For a while, it was. She had so many fun jobs and she was almost always out. Hell, she didn't have much time to herself but it was exciting. Then, there was also raiding some of the Reclaimer branches which she highly enjoyed. Lilly hung around for the most part so Sam didn't have the 'search for Lilly' in her checklist anymore so there was less worry there. Okay, Lilly did disappear again and now she wasn't even showing herself again. So it was back up at the list but Sam was pretty confident the rabbit was still alive. Hopefully. Babysitting Rose was a blast too, as it always was. However, some months ago, the Ouroboros just stopped. No missions. No jobs accepted. Nothing. Sam would normally be pissed about it but there was a good reason for that.

Myra gave birth to her child. He was a really cute child - Gladio. He was still very young to be left alone with a babysitter and even if he was, she doubted Myra and Coriander were going to leave him if the fact that Ouroboros shut down for so many months was a testament to how much they loved Gladio. Still, Sam can't get angry at little Gladio and visited every now and then with some baby supplies.

As much as she loved little Gladio, Sam did miss the chaotic lifestyle of having missions being handed to her. Sure, helping out Eric at The Crownless King was kind of fun and kicking out some rowdy people was refreshing. And doing some small time stealing while the R.I.C.T. was busy with other people did rack in some dough. G.T.I also gave her a lot of things to do and while there were some she didn't participate it but all of their raiding missions were things she was there for one hundred percent of the time. But of course, there was something else that had occupied her time before Ouroboros - Fighting Rings. Between G.T.I and the fighting rings, Sam had to say that she isn't as bored as she should have been.

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"Man, I hope Daryn would be fine with this. Or at least finds it. Make all the effort of getting it and getting here worth it. I swear she's trying to kill anyone who goes to her room without her." Sam grumbled to herself as she dropped the small, red bag onto her bed. Inside is a small birthday card and a diamond encrusted bracelet. It was something she had stolen a few months ago. Took some preparation but she knew Daryn would have her head if she didn't give her a worthy birthday gift. "Stolen, given effort, very expensive. This should be well within her standards." She stretched her arms and looked at her watch. A few more hours until the party. She should get back home and get the dud gift. She'd love to see how Daryn reacts to that one.

And with that, she removed her tampering from Daryn's security traps and got out of the G.T.I HQ. While she did have permission to be in G.T.I thanks to her continuous presence, Sam did still like getting past their traps to make it a bit more exciting than just walking through the door. She headed home, told Eric that she'd be out for a while and took the small, clothing bag with her. Now this, this was something she actually bought. Disgusting, she knows, since it was a gift. Nevertheless, it was something that wasn't even remotely expensive. Best. Joke.

And the party was certainly something. Nothing less from Daryn and the rest of the G.T.I. Once she was there, she perched herself near the bar to get some drinks and talk with the G.T.I members that she had gotten to know even better for the past few months. She raised a glass to Archin who was DJing it up above at the ceiling. Sam was honestly surprised to see Archin with G.T.I - he actually followed a suggestion of hers. She had heard that there was a fighting ring and Sam was all for it - at first. When she heard about the betting, Sam decided to hang back and earn money. Sure, it'll be fun to fight but it'll be even more fun to earn money out of people beating the shit out of one another.

When the lights went out, Sam took a sip from her cup while twirling the small coin purse she had managed to nab from an idiot who didn't secure his belongings. Walking into a group like G.T.I with loose items is a very bad idea. As Daryn made her appearance, Sam put the cup down, pocketed the coin purse and grabbed her gift and left her position. Talking about the Big Boss, she wondered where Shin and Sha'tek were. Those three were almost always inseparable - childhood friends and all, or at least that's what she heard. As Daryn gave them a warning and then ended her speech. Once she was going down, Sam made her way to the birthday girl.

Sneaking behind her and making sure that no one else was talking to her for an elongated amount of time, Sam slung her arm around Daryn's shoulders. "And so the birthday girl makes her appearance! Took your sweet time, huh?" She gave her a grin before letting go and handing the bag. "My honest gift, from me to you Daryn. You deserve only the best. Happy Birthday from one of your dearest friends." If she opened the gift, it would reveal a rather shoddy looking lingerie set that one could easily find in most underwear stores. However, there would be one note that says - You'd better use these in the proper place, and maybe you'll get a reward hm?

"I'm surprised you have a fighting ring here. Would have never expected it from you, sweetheart." She slid her hands inside her pocket. "Anyway, you must be real proud of this party. It's practically the talk of Edgewater! Or, well, anyone who is up for a wild time. Leave it up to you to make the party of the fucking century." [/div][/div][/div] [div class=first] [div class=words][div class=i]S[/div]am [div class=i]C[/div]rawford
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Joseph's train of thought was interrupted by the alarm on his phone. He was taken aback by this, as he had been expecting to be done with his work well over an hour ago. Alas, turns out he had wasted far more time planning than he cared to admit. But who could blame him? He was but one man, with outside help either being purely technological or costly. Hell, his only solid "ally" thus far had been a walking, talking suit of armor. Although, he would be doing him a great disservice if he did not mention both his aptitude for magic and his willingness to help for relatively insignificant prices-namely, some basic tech and test subjects, both of which Joseph happily provided. Even so, he still was but a pawn in comparison to the other players, but nonetheless one must not forget that a pawn can capture a Queen. It simply requires careful planning...

Alas, enough daydreaming for now. There was work to be done. Tonight was of paramount importance to the sucess of his plan, and-

"Oh, please. As if though you're doing this for some sort of "plan". Practice what you preach, Jo."

The inner voice was right, as most inner voices are. While he was going to GTI to fullfill a specific agenda, this was just an excuse. In reality, he had always wondered what the other side looked like. How life was for sociable people with friends and girlfriends and parties and the occasional petty theft. When he was young this lifestyle had always entranced him by how free it was. He would have gladly partaken in this lifestyle... But no one cared enough to be friends with him.

"Well, there was this one fae girl..."

"Shut it, Mike. We don't talk about her and you know it. I'd much rather this day isn't ruined"

Joseph tried to stop himself from refocusing on the party. Yes, quite the event. Drinks to be had, food to be gorged, and even a fighting ring, on which he planned to test some cool gear he had. He doubted many people would want to dance with the masked stranger, but scorn was something he was very used to, so it wouldn't really change much. Hell, the only reason he even could attend such an event in the first place was the combined influence of Mike and the mask. For the most part, he still was pretty much introvert incarnate.

He wrapped up his work for the day and headed out of the lab, back to his hideout( making sure to check for tails and bugs, of course: He had learned his lesson). He opened a drawer that he had not used for the better part of the past five years. It contained his father's clothes from his younger days, everything one needed to pull off a decent punk look. Neatly packed in a backpack beside that drawer were some tech pieces that he planned to use for the fighting rings. Victory in the most advanced one would improve his standing with the gang, and probably net him some kind of reward, too. Lastly, he stuffed a radio and a small box inside a pouch: His gifts for the birthday girl. He remembered to apply a rudimentary disguise over his features before he left: Both Joseph Harris and George Morrison had no business being in such a social gathering, and while the mask would probably hold, contingencies were important.

After a forty minute drive he had made it to the GTI headquarters. He registered his gear for the fighting rings, and proceeded to down a couple of shots, just to get himself tipsy but not actually drunk. Luckily, Mike's influence on his body had some positive effects, resistance to alcohol being one of them. Very surprisingly, he was managing to mingle rather well with some of the people there, most of whom were somewhat intrigued by his mask. When the lights went dark and the succubus named Daryn got on the stage to greet them, he could practically feel Mike bounce around excitedly. He hoped he'd stay at that, because, while the Succubus was most definitely very attractive, he could do without the Wraith trying to assault her- or anyone else, as a matter of fact. He moved to talk to her, but paused as he noticed Eric's sister already there. Were the Ouroboros trying to create some ties with the GTI, or was this a simple social call? Joseph decided to go with the latter explanation, considering it made more sense. He approached further, giving Sam a two-finger salute before adressing Daryn: "Well now. None of the descriptions I heard about the birthday girl were negative, and yet I think none of em did you justice, either.

You probably don't know me. That's alright, I guess you could say I'm a bit of an upstart in this scene. The party is one of the best I've ever been in, but I also came cause I wanted to meet some interesting people. And hey, who more interesting than the G.T.I.?"

Internally he winced at how overly gang-ho that statement was. Alas, there was no time to berate himself. He drew the small ornate box from his pouch, handing it to Daryn. Inside she would find a rather expensive diamond necklace, a prized piece of loot from a jewelry store raid. With deliberately slow motions, so as to make himself seem as aloof as possible, he handed it to Daryn: "Wouldn't want the birthday girl to think the newcomer disrespected her by coming empty-handed. I actually brought another gift as well... But even the most agressive of gamblers doesen't go all in at the first round. I'd like to see how enjoyable this night actually turns out to be."

He turned, casually leaning against a nearby wall, a movement he thought made him look like he actually belonged: "Let's start from the simple stuff: The name's Alex. What're yours? he said adressing both Daryn and Sam.

AI10100 AI10100 . D O V E . D O V E
 
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