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The city of Eden Corporations ☁︎ Elysium Core - one of the two biggest cyberware corporations in Eden. Leading the way with combat technology and a direct supplier to the military. ☁︎ Eternity One - one of the two biggest cyberware corporations in Eden. ☁︎ Locations ☁︎ The Pipes - A lesser fighting ring, a place where anyone and everyone can pay their way into a fight. There are no rules, no regulations, and death is always promised. Seated beneath the slums, nestled between the filtration pipes of the city, it is swelteringly hot and always attracts the biggest crowds. ☁︎ Synapse - The leading fighting ring in Eden. The top dogs battle it out in the high quality octagon for glory and fortune. Renowned for putting on duals between chromed up competitors, Synapse is not for the faint of heart. ☁︎ Wiretap - A collection of cyberware installers that work for dirt cheap. No anaesthesia, no pain relief. Only the scalpel blade, the cyberware and you. They move around Eden to keep out of the eye of the law. ☁︎ Neon Widow - ??? ☁︎ Gilded Lily - A lavish, metallic mansion of a building. Holograms of expansive flower fields, fake sickly sweet flower scent pumped out from artificial filters. The Gilded Lily is the hot spot for finding a night time companion. Accompanying the androids for hire is a long bar room with various casino games laid out around a thin swimming pool. The pool is surrounded by fake foliage and plastic rocks. Everything in the Gilded Lily is fake, from the hostess to the very air itself. ☁︎ Honey Trap - A mid-tier bar owned by a local gang, held in high regard amongst those that live in the streets of Eden. A safe zone where no violence is to take place. Polished wooden interior is the nicest part of this establishment, the fridges are rundown and the chairs never sit quite right on the floor. Still, it is beloved and protected by all. ☁︎ Zion - A rooftop bar for the elite of the elite. Crawling with corporations highest earners and paid company, Zion is a pure white temple of veiled debauchery. Spanning the top five floors of the highest mega-skyscraper at the heart of Eden, it attracts foreign delegates and local kingpins alike. Well Known Figures ☁︎ Events ☁︎ The War - nuclear war demonished civilisations and tanked population numbers to mere shadows of what they once were. Only a handful of major cities remain, supporting high density populations, surrounded by desolate deserts covered with remnants of what once was. |
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Name Delphine De Rosier Age 24 Gender Female Sexuality Bisexual Occupation Cybernetics researcher and intern at "Elysium Core" a well established, long-running advanced cyberware company priding itself on innovation and advancement. Appearance Delphine in her casual attire is certainly an eye catcher, standing at 5'5" with pale skin, her hair is dyed a muted navy blue. Falling to a V between her shoulder blades, heavily layered with a chopping bang cut into the front pieces. Its texture somewhere between a fluffy mess and waves. Matching her pale blue eyes that are rimmed by thick black lashes. Her ears sport a wide variety of silver piercings that are usually swapped out to subtle studs for work. The one piercing that she does not remove is her dahlia piercings on either side of her mouth. As for her figure, she's more or less pear shaped, curved hips and thighs being her main feature. On her top half, her shoulders are narrowed into a slim neck. Cyberware / Enhancements Being a newer employee to the company, she is yet to be offered company funded implants apart from the standards, however she does fund some herself. > Neural Interface; Given to her upon the commencement of her first week at Elysium. Enabling her to connect to the companies interfaces and technology without a second thought. Mostly used for delving into the code of new prototyped cyberware than anything else, though it does give her clearance to certain company secrets. > Ceramic jointed hands; In her studies to become a cyberware creator, Delphine needed to be able to write code quickly without tiring her hands. So, as a graduation gift, her parents fitted her with new shiny hands. Under her skin are ceramic bones and joints, running up to her radius and ulna, her bones and muscles in her hands are completely synthetic. They require a monthly fee that currently her parents pay for her. Personality Excitable | Adrenaline-Junkie | Feral | Dual-Sided | Sophisticated | Intelligent | Daring | Spoiled | Kind | Curious Background Delphine comes from a long-line of French cybertech families, they moved to chase after the increasing opportunities abroad. Her parents are successful researchers at Elysium Core, yet she barely sees them anymore because they work opposing hours. In her childhood, she was spoiled with belongings and all the newest non-installed technology. Her parents, understanding the craving that a cyberware installment can bring upon somone, did not want her to get sucked into an addiction of cyber enhancements. Instead, they waited until the graduated highschool where they gifted her with her new hands. To which she was elated. Whilst she may have been picked on for her lack of enhancement, her family name and powerful social position meant that it didn't last very long. Instead, she was a popular young girl, focused on her studied at a prestigeous private school to get into her desired university and eventually follow in her parents footsteps to Elysium Core. While she is content, she feels a pull for something more. Anytime she creates an updated version prototype or totally new idea, she is shut down, ignored. Running around at the CEO's and superior's will is draining and now what she envisioned. Instead she craved more. More what? She doesn't know.
Name Cain "Canine" "K9" Meyers Age 26 Gender Male Sexuality Open and undefined. Occupation Street racer / brawler Appearance Cain has a very iconic silhouette. He stands at 6'5" with a muscular tone many are envious of. His shoulders are significantly broader than his waist, forming an almost triangular shape to his torso. Cain's hair is inky black, a spiked mess on his head. The front portion hangs slightly in front of his face, the back longer it falls to just below his neckline. His eyes are angular and tilt up slightly at the outer corners, within the sockets are extremely pale yellow with a red ring around the outer circle. His skin is a paler hue, dotted with small tattoos between his enhancements. Just below his right eye on the temple side in black font is "K9". Seeping up his neck is black tendrils of ink from his larger chest and sleeve pieces that are normally hidden beneath clothing. Cain's arms and upper portion of chest, curving above his collar bones to leave the skin below bare, is a flowing piece of Japanese style ink. The main feature being koi fish that flow up his forearms between rolling waves of water. Cutting off the tattoo on both hands, is bandaged wraps that start below his wrist and run down his fingers, more often than not they're dirty and bloodied. Cyberware / Enhancements > Chitinous Plates; On his elbows and knees are hardened plates installed beneath his skin to protect the joints from damage during potention crashes when riding a motorcycle. That was the intended use, but they're also very helpful when in street fights. In these areas, there is a small silver metal line running around the outline of the plates on Cain's skin. Because this piece does not have a mechanical component, there is no monthly fee. > Optics; Cain's eyes are completely replaced with cyberware. Currently installed, are a pair of analytical optics. They show Cain various components of his surroundings, most helpful being image (current vision) enhancement and anti-dazzling where it protects his eyes from being blinded by the bright lights of the city and other vehicles when going break-neck speeds. His pupils can dialate on command to focus, just for added fun he made the pupil's slitted. They require a monthly fee - if not paid, he will lose vision. > Reinforced lower legs; providing Cain with intense power in his calves, he can smack his shin through a steel bar and feel nothing. Installed with shock absorbers and blood-compressed pumps, he can unleash a lightening fast strike with his legs. They require a monthly fee - if not paid, his calves cannot tense muscle and so he cannot walk. > Sharpened teeth; purely for fun Cain had two of his teeth on either side of his incisors sharpened. Using gold metal to replace the two teeth on either side. Mostly to look more intimidating to his opponents in street fights, but women seem to like it too. Personality Loud | Confident | Bark and Bite | Sly | Cocky | Flippant | Independent | Rebellious | Resourceful | Self-sufficient | Unpredictable |
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Heiress to the Sinclair family dynasty and their cybernetics corporation, Eternity One. Appearance: Artemisia is around 5'10" and has long, dark hair generally worn up in complicated styles, which compliments her pale skin. She has proud, regal features, with angular cheekbones, giving the impression of a benevolent queen who looks down upon her people, and her dark eyes stand out against her skin. She's is the diamond of the city, their golden girl, and she never slacks on maintaining her appearance. Always dressed in couture, and prioritising dark fabrics which shimmer or otherwise reflect the light from the neon signs, she makes sure that she stands out. She wears really quite a lot of gold and diamond jewellery, including hair accessories for the increasingly complicated updos she favours, and matches her makeup to the golden tones. Generally these accessories and makeup incorporate small diodes to accentuate her appearance with tiny glowing ornaments. Cyberware/Enhancements: The only implants she has at the moment are miniscule reflective elements and diodes scattered across her skin. They're practically impossible to spot with the naked eye, but they have the effect of making her quite literally radiant, glowing no matter how dingy the surroundings. Her family has always been strict about the use of implants, maintaining that they must be for appearance rather than practicality - only people who need to dirty their hands with work require practical enhancements, after all. Personality: Externally, Artemisia presents the image of a benevolent, bleeding-heart heiress who deigns to descend from her position of privilege to expose the horrors of other corporations and protect the lower class. Internally, she's very different. All Artemisia wants is for her family dynasty to flourish under her future leadership, and to be showered in power, wealth, and fame. She has no love for the lower classes, only the exploitable population they represent and the wonders they can do for her image in the city compared to other major corporations. She's cunning, and prizes efficiency, results, and her image above all else. Backstory: Artemisia has grown up in privilege, the epitome of the silver spoon. She was trained into being the perfect heiress, with many hours learning the intricacies of PR work, the importance of image, and of course the ins and outs of the business side of her future role. It was only recently that she began to appear more publicly, perfecting her performance of the city's golden girl philanthropist while recruiting people both within her parents' company and without to investigate her competition and help her bring them down.
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Skylar "Mouse" Grey Age:
21 Gender:
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Thief, corporate spy Appearance: Only around 5'3" tall, Skylar's growth was stunted by childhood malnutrition, and that general frailty has continued into adulthood. Her tanned skin seems to cling to her bones, which gives her a haunted, prey-like appearance, and makes her very round grey eyes seem relatively large in comparison to her face. Her hair, which is a dull purple, always looks slightly brittle and unhealthy, and while generally it is left loose and allowed to tangle around her shoulders, she occasionally pulls it back into a knotted plait. Hidden beneath her clothes are a variety of small tattoos, generally in fineline black and grey styles. These range from insects to stylised constellations to abstract artistic lines. Cyberware/Enhancements: Almost all of Skylar's joints are artificial, allowing them to dislocate and relocate with no harm done to her, allowing her to be even more of a contortionist to infiltrate whatever building she's being sent to. Currently, these are paid for by the Sinclairs, with the implication clear that if her employment is terminated for any reason, or if she fails to perform to standards, the payments will cease. If the payments were to lapse, she would be left with very little movement. Personality: Skylar is pragmatic, a lesson learned from a lifetime spent stealing and sneaking. She's not blind to the leash that the Sinclairs hold around her neck, but she's willing to acknowledge that it gives her some level of protection. She tends to be quiet and observant, rarely bringing attention to herself, though she gets significant entertainment out of how unnerving some people find her presence. She's self-sufficient and resourceful, and significantly more scrappy than she seems, though she'd far rather flee than fight if faced with danger, and she likes the anonymity that a harmless facade gives her. Backstory: Skylar grew up in the streets and alleyways, learning to steal and hide for survival. As her boldness grew, and she became more practiced, and especially once she managed to get her implants, she began to target higher-profile people for her heists. The last one she ever performed on her own was of Eternity One, where she was caught sneaking into a data storage room. Though initially they planned to dispose of her, Artemisia found her particular skillset intriguing and took her in as a personal thief and spy to help undermine the competition. Skylar's been loyal ever since. |
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ID: Delphine De Rosier | Location: Eternity One Career Expo It felt like an unholy betrayal to be walking through the glass doors of Eternity One. The bright, clinical lighting glared in her vision before finally dissipating, allowing Delphine to absorb her surroundings. Vast crowds of people bustled about the foyer, some were Eternity One employees, handing out holographic brochures and giving directions. The noise level was almost unbearable, but it was easy to tune out by decreasing the environmental noise input with her neural chip. A neural chip that was still linked to her current employer, one that if anyone cared to look at, would pin point her right in the middle of enemy territory. Delphine knew no one would look at her location, her parents assumed she was slaving away in the mundane offices. Despite the large gathering, only a handful of them had been summoned personally to this exposition. Delphine was one of those lucky few. It wasn’t a mindblowing surprise to receive the message that she was invited to display her prowess at this event. Graduating at the top of her class by a mile, she was a sought after asset. One that had gleefully signed up to join her parents at Elysium Core, only to find out the hard way that she was a glorified coffee runner. They never gave time to listen to her ideas, nor her input in meetings. Her parents waved her ideas off with a ‘that’s a nice idea, sweetheart’, never taking it into true consideration. Delphine was being driven up the wall by the lack of learning, the lack of true innovation. She wanted more and that was what Eternity One promised. In the center of the foyer a large hologram was beamed out, a rotating cube with lists of names. Somewhere in the middle was her name, clear as day. Numbers were beside the names, hers sat at zero as did many others. A few people had begun their assessments and had rankings next to their names already. It brought a smug sense of satisfaction to the woman, that she was being recognised as better. As rising above the regular crowd that fought tooth and nail to get a position in this corporation. There would be various opportunities to display their skills, but Delphine only cared for two of them. Cybernetic installment and coding. There was no ‘new ideas’ trial, simply the basics. She would be damned if anyone beat her abilities in any sector, but particularly in the cyberware department. It was time to ensure her name flew to the top of that leaderboard. Her hair was already fastened back into a tight, slicked ponytail, no flyaways to be seen here. Fashion was for outside of work, right now she needed streamlined perfection. The lesser tasks could wait, Delphine strode up towards a door that had a sign reading ‘Installment’ above it. There were long tables littered with various chrome and artificial bodies, beeping screens and murmuring people. God, they all look rather useless at this. Delphine resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she settled into a seat beside an optic piece. There was no checking of a manual, no calibrating of the equipment. She scanned her chip under the machine and began. Delphine’s articulated fingers clicked softly as the artificial joints moved with practiced speed, unattainable with flesh and bone. The screen linked to her station lit up and flashed with instructions that struggled to keep up with her progress. The screen stopped flickering with rushed walls of text and blinked slowly with her name, beneath it the time of installment. 4 minutes and 13 seconds. Delphine narrowed her eyes as she watched the blinking numbers, she had done faster before. Irritable, she rose from her station, not taking note of the assigned points she had just put onto the leaderboard and stalked off to the next station, an armour plate. |
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ID: K9 | Location: The Pipes The mildew scented rag pressed to his brow, dripping stale water down his face. Isla was pressing the fabric firm against the fresh gash that sliced through his left eyebrow, but all K9 could do was stare at the ongoing fight. Dim morning light had cast a long shadow over the establishment hours ago, but the fights continued. The earlier in the day the fight, the more green the fighters. The pair that danced around each other right now looked like freshly whelped pups, pawing at each other and causing no real damage. Both had subtle, cheap enhancements, a hardened plate here and there but nothing amazing. There were few people dotted around the ring to watch, but for the most part the spectators talked amongst themselves, barely casting the duo a second glance. “They’re pretty shit.” He commented, earning him a swift smack to the shoulder from Isla, K9’s torso didn’t move a millimeter from the action. Instead, he let out a soft chuckle and moved a hand to bring the rag away from his face, gently encircling Isla’s wrist and placing her hand in her lap. Hunched over, sitting on abandoned crates, the pair looked at each other for a moment before Isla scowled. “Just because you want to get yourself killed in the ring doesn’t mean all those kids want it as well, you’re an idiot.” She huffed, abruptly standing up from where she was sitting to strut away. She headed into the small shack with a dodgily written sign that designated it as the medic’s station. K9 watched her walk away, the side of his mouth curling in mild amusement at the annoyance he had pulled from the woman. They had known each other for almost a decade at this point, freshly 18 with eyes full of dreams and rainbows. That had been quickly snuffed out when K9 had been wrangled under the control of Eternity One and Isla’s brother became bed ridden with illness. Now they were two exhausted people just trying to get through the day alive. He left The Pipes behind and slipped back up to the main streets where he had left his motorcycle. The most expensive thing he owned, even his rent was cheaper than the upkeep of this thing, but he wouldn’t sell it no matter how rough times got. It was the one thing that gave him a sense, a taste of freedom. When he sped through city lights, night veiled over him, K9 felt like he could just fade away, no responsibility. Black metal polished to perfection covered most of the vehicle, the only hint of colour was the exhaust that was a garish gold. It wasn’t his first choice of customisation, but he was happy with it for now. Flicking his leg over the top, he settled into the seat, the unique identified in his palm triggering the roaring rev of the engine once he closed his grip on the handle. Whilst he felt alone, he knew that at any point that little errand girl would either be pestering him with instructions or simply watching from afar to make sure he wasn’t pulling any funny business. She was young, barely into her twenties yet she held a decent position in the grimer workers of the corporate world. In all fairness, she had done rather well for herself in comparison to K9 who made his living by smashing the daylights out of other people. The Pipes were decent enough, but nowhere near the level of Synapse. The best of the best dualled there, the mega-rich filled those halls and hollered with their hundred of thousands worth of dollars on bets. If he could just make it there, he could get himself and Isla away from this rotten city. Perhaps even afford proper medical care for her brother. They wouldn’t have to live like rats in the gutters of Eden. K9 kicked up the stand and pulled out of the crumbling concrete parking lot, slow at first, but when his back wheel hit the smooth tarmac of the road he ripped away down the street. The sound of his exhaust popping echoing between the skyscrapers so high you couldn’t see the top. He was free for now, until he pulled into his mega-apartment complex, then he would have to face reality again. |
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ID: Artemisia Sinclair | Location: Eternity One Career Expo From a high balcony above the throng of prospective employees, Artemisia watched the hundreds of desperate coders shove from section to section. Most of them were far beneath her notice - whether they performed adequately or not, her parents were still in charge of hiring for Eternity One, for the time being. But there were some few who might yet serve a greater purpose than sitting at a desk, and though she was meant to be observing without bias or interference, gently nudging the most useful of them into her net was her aim for the evening. A net that was steadily growing, to her amusement. By the end of the night she hoped to have her little spy help transfer the leash of that brute from her parents' loose, unrefined hands to her own. Such a useful investment that girl had become. Truly Artemisia had to credit her own foresight in sparing the failed thief all those months ago, because she had become such a useful little creature, an instrumental tool in broadening her net - and securing it. But now was the time to do her own work, not rely on any pets, and so she brushed a carefully manicured hand down her bronze dress, and returned her gaze to the exposition hall, making sure to maintain her curated regal air in case any of the crowding masses happened to look up. As the prospective employees began to move through the sections, Artemisia began scanning the crowd for those who she had decided to take a more personal interest in. Many of them had been given personal invitations to the exposition, as their talent had drawn her parents' eyes. As well as her own. Their performance here today would doubtless earn them passage through into a position at Eternity One, but she had another trial for them in mind. Sweeping down into the crowds, once they'd settled into enough of a rhythm that there was little risk of any of them getting in her way - or, heaven forbid, touching her with their grimy hands - Artemisia began her prowl. With her dark hair carefully arranged in a complicated looping updo, with golden ornamentation that mimicked a halo of sorts, and her skin glittering under the bright, unnatural lighting with a pale radiance that made her appear snow-crusted, there was no mistaking her identity. She drifted from potential employee to potential employee, only acknowledging those with the potential to make something of themselves, whether that be in her parents' service or her own. None of them made any impression on her, either stumbling over themselves and their work or lacking any ambition in life. Useful pawns, for sure, but nothing more than that. With a carefully concealed sigh, Artemisia ran a sharp, golden fingernail down the list of names her spy had curated for her as showing the most promise, tapping the point against a name around halfway down. Delphine de Rosier. An intriguing name to see here, given the de Rosiers' relationship with Eternity One. This one, this one could be interesting. The acoustics of the expo hall had always been a source of delight for Artemisia, and they did not disappoint now, as the sharp taps of her heels echoed even over the crowds. She found her target in the installment sector, watching as the de Rosier girl reached the armour plate station. She glanced at the scoreboard briefly, raising an eyebrow at the girl's score. Evidently the reports of her skill had not been exaggerated. With another few strides, Artemisia stood beside the station. "Miss de Rosier. How wonderful it is to find you here. I can imagine it is quite the risk you must be taking to join us today." Her tone may have been cool, but she had plenty of practice in making it - and the accompanying smile - seem inviting. |
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ID: Mouse | Location: The Gilded Lily The sickly sweet smell of artificial roses made Mouse's nose itch and a sneeze build up, though she quickly and forcefully rubbed it away, her eye twitching and watering. She'd always hated the Gilded Lily. It was a den of corruption, filled with cheap drinks and cheaper companionship, and it attracted the most unsavory flavour of Eden citizen. And she always got headaches after spending more than five minutes in the vicinity of the diffusers. Unfortunately, the horrid place happened to be near a useful entrance to the maintenance tunnels that covered much of the city, which was one of the faster methods of travel for her purposes. And the Gilded Lily always held some new information to hand to Miss Sinclair, which was invaluable for staying on her good side. That woman might have a polished smile, but Mouse was certain she was one of the more vicious vipers in the city, and she wasn't taking any risks losing her favour. With one last pointed sniffle and a glare at one of the workers, who she was certain kept increasing the intensity of the sickly artificial smell, Mouse slipped into a gaudy corridor and quickly walked to the very end, past the hideously decorated rooms and their velvet curtains. There was a maintenance hatch here, designed to access the elevator shaft that ran down the side of the elaborate mansion. Generally, the hatch was locked, but the right amount of money left behind the bar on a Monday night could work miracles, and the hatch opened easily. A benefit of working for a corporate snake was how easy it became to bribe the right people. A life-changing sum for a lower city grunt was probably how much Miss Sinclair thought a single pastry cost. It was dark inside the maintenance shaft, especially once the hatch was closed behind her, but by this point she had made the journey so many times that she could have done it sleeping, and the tiny lights on the opposite wall gave just enough illumination for her to see the thin metal rungs of the ladder. It took only a couple minutes to reach the bottom, where the sound of her shoes landing on the ground echoed back up the metal tube. After a moment, she slid a loose panel on the wall to the side and slipped into the grimy tunnels beyond. Where the Gilded Lily was easily one of Mouse's least favourite locations, particularly to be sent on business, the flickering brown light of the tunnels had always comforted her. Ever since she had found them as a child, she had taken solace in the narrow pipes and contortions that she could squeeze through easily into the next tunnel, while her pursuers had to take longer routes, by which time she would have already disappeared. The tunnels and her own flexibility had saved the young thief's life on many an occasion. It was a little strange to be sent down here by Miss Sinclair, to be scampering through her old haunts on corporate errands instead of her own heists, but the novelty of that had largely worn off after so long working for the woman. She found that it had been a long time since she'd felt that pang of longing for her old freedom. She may be a corporate rat, but that meant corporate protection. And corporate pay. The tunnels narrowed abruptly, letting Mouse know that she was reaching the mega-apartment complexes, and she easily slid through the thin gap, artificial shoulders clicking with the readjustment. Sure, she could always just follow the brawler around and ambush him on the street with the latest errand that the Sinclairs wanted, but what use was being able to contort through air ducts if you never used it? And besides, Miss Sinclair probably didn't want her business aired out on the street if she really was snatching the man's leash. The slimy texture of the puddle her hand splashed into made her recoil in disgust, rapidly flailing her hand around to fling away the greenish-grey sludge. With another exaggerated shudder of disgust, Mouse began to quickly scale her way up through the vents, hands and feets pressed to the metal sides. This had always been her favourite part of the job, and she felt at home easily wriggling through the sharp bends with a series of clicks and cracks. It didn't take long to find the right vent grate, and so she popped it open and unfolded herself down into the room, making sure to slam the grate closed before dropping down onto the floor. Knowing the brawler would return to his apartment soon, Mouse sat cross-legged on the nearest elevated surface, facing the door and unblinkingly watching it. |
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ID: K9 | Location: Mega-apartment Block The familiar route was quick to navigate, turning around a sharp bend he came upon the rotating entrance to the parking garage beneath the apartments. Dipping below ground level, he nipped around the descending spiral until he reached the designated spot he paid for. Letting the bike fall silent, K9 slipped is way off of the beautiful creature and stepped outside of the small rectangular space. Along the white lines that indicated the parking spot, translucent blue lights beamed up and contained the vehicle within it, shimmering in the fluorescent lighting. He had to pay extra for that feature, one thing he was willing to splash out a little for. Ensuring that no sticky fingered morons tried to steal his baby away from him. Though, with today's winnings, it was looking like there was no breakfast, only that protective blue box for his bike. The janky elevator jostled its way skywards, rusted metal scraping along the supporting beams of the box as it carried K9 up to his level. Thousands of people lived in these apartment blocks, condensed and claustrophobic. He wished he could afford one of those apartments outside of the blocks, ones that were on top of businesses or simply a smaller building. The walkways were loud with activity, homeless sat along the walls, either locked out of their apartments for missing rent or simply looking for a dry place to spend the night. Children were darting towards the elevator as he slipped out of it, dodging them as the group frantically punched at the buttons. His bandaged hands lifted to stretch out in front of him, hearing the satisfying pop of his joints. Luckily, his apartment was close to the elevator. He didn’t need to do anything other than wave his hand in front of the dilapidated scanned to the left of the sliding metal door and it let him in. K9 looked down at his shoes as he stepped into the apartment, hearing the jarring sound of the locking mechanism behind him, he began fidgeting with his shoes to take them off. Muttering to himself as he could kick them off, he leaned to reach down when he finally looked up at his apartment and saw a woman on his kitchen counter top. “Fucking Christ-” He blurted out, almost falling over his own feet as they were half out of their shoes. His yellow eyes whirred with activity, the red ring around them growing larger as his pupils snapped to a small slit. A heavy hand slammed onto the wall beside him to keep himself steady. He looked back at her and registered the familiar face, pinpoint pupils slowly dilating as they recognised her not posing an immediate threat. “Can’t you just wait outside like a normal person? What the hell is wrong with you?” K9 gestured his arm sharply to the door behind him. “Y’know? Instead of breaking and entering? That would be nice.” He huffed, stalking past her and towards the fridge. It was battered, scratched and made a constant humming sound. Wrenching it open, he pulled a plastic bottle from the door and cracked the top open. Lifting it to his lips, he gulped it down readily, free hand still clutching the door. After a moment, he tipped his head back down, black hair flopping back with it. K9 stared into the bright fridge light, the annoyed visage of himself shifting to something else as his eyes narrowed. “What do they want this time?” His voice was even, but low in tone and tired. So tired. If the circles beneath his eyes didn't betray him enough, the exhaustion in his demeanour would. “Want me to stalk some spoiled kid to get his daddy’s next cyberware prototype? Or just kill him because he looked at a Sinclair wrong?” |
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ID: Delphine de Rosier | Location: Eternity One Career Expo Even this plate was easy to install, did these people think all in attendance were complete idiots? It was a first generation model from years ago, in fact it was almost difficult to install with the new software used to implant the damn thing. Her hands tinkered away, the almost inaudible pop of the joints drowned out by the din of the gathering. If she could wrangle in enough points in this room, then there would be absolutely no point in attending the other rooms. No need to try and display mundane knowledge of tech of yesterday, no idle quizzing of her knowledge. Pure skill-based victory. Delphine did not look up from her work as she heard her name. Barely bothering to deign the new person with any attention at all, only after nearing completion did she turn her head to look up at the newcomer. Her fingers continued their work as though she had never looked away, she clicked one of the last corners into place. The screen attached to the station lighting up with the sub two minute installment. Ah. A Sinclair. Good thing she looked up. Leaning away from her table, she remained seated and gazed up at the woman in front of her. A perfect painting of new beauty, sparkling skin unmarked by the dirt of the city, not a hair out of place on her glossy head. What a privilege it must be. She knew she was privileged, she could afford to live in the shiny new skyscrapers, buy whatever she had the whim to purchase. The issue was status. She did not have the money nor the power that owning a corporation wielded, let alone one of the largest in the entire city. “I thought I might come and see what the grass is like on the other side.” Delphine countered smoothly, the smile she was receiving was the sly type. Not in a way that looked cunning, no it was a facade of a sweet smile but beneath it, there was calculating precision. She wanted something from Delphine, be it her knowledge of Elysium Core, her skills or her head. She was going to get it and Delphine doubted she would have any say in the matter. The small divots where her installed joints bent clicked back into place, turning into barely noticeable slivers of chrome on her skin. Eventually, Delphine looked away from Artemisia and across the room of people hurriedly trying to install implants. One man was sweating so badly with stress that his dress shirt had become sodden on the back. With a clatter of metal, his titanium internal plate implant went shuddering to the floor, the noise reverberated around the space but everyone made an effort not to stare. All but Delphine. Perhaps Artemisia was looking too, but she was the master here, she was allowed to look. “This is an interesting way to conduct a job interview, though I suppose it’s a speed run of the process. Most of these people are fodder, your family invited the ones they truly seek.” Delphine lifted herself from the swivelling stool swiftly, she did not wear the usual professional attire of her job, preferring to not be recognised by passers by on her journey here. It was still dignified, a simple tailored suit piece, black in all components. Classically corporate. |
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ID: Mouse | Location: Mega-apartment Block There was a click-click-pop as her neck adjusted, allowing Mouse to follow the man with her head while the rest of her stayed pointed at the door. A small smile flickered at the corners of her mouth - it was always amusing when people found her unsettling, and to catch someone like him off guard was particularly satisfying. She had barely even managed to stifle her laugh in time at just how shocked he had been. She’d be replaying that stumble in her mind for a long time after this. "Where's the fun in waiting outside? 'sides, should probably keep this meeting hush-hush." Still watching him, eyes narrowing slightly at his exhausted posture and briefly flicking to the bandages around his hands, Mouse began to untangle the end of her faded braid, shaking out dust and dirt from the tunnels as she went. It was the one downside of crawling through vents and pipes, but at least it wasn’t like the quality of her hair could get any rougher. "Got an invitation for you. The real boss has taken an interest in you, said I don't need to bother bringing you so many errands from those bastards. Well. She said it a lot nicer, since she's all fancy. I'll say this much: you'll find Miss Sinclair's jobs a lot more interesting than what those old slimebags had you doing." With a particularly forceful tug at the tangle, finally dealing with it, Mouse spun the rest of her body towards the kitchen, before rummaging through her pockets. For how organised her pockets always started out, it seemed abnormally difficult to find anything. She was tempted to start putting important things like this in a separate pocket, but she knew even that level of organisation wouldn’t stick for long. Her shoulders clicked softly as her hands skimmed from pocket to pocket. A vast selection of lockpicks, always useful for her light-fingered escapades across the city for Miss Sinclair; a lightweight extendable crowbar, for prying apart sealed maintenance panels when the usual bribery didn’t work for keeping them open; miscellaneous wires and chips, many of which she hadn’t ever used since she put them in here... there it was. [This paragraph is the problem somehow? Mouse gives him the info of how to get to the street below the meeting place on a little information chip, but doesn't tell him the meeting place is a really fancy penthouse. If I try to include this paragraph, no matter the wording, it breaks. I guess it just failed the vibe check or something??] She wasn't too sure about her boss's plan to meet in person. Miss Sinclair was terrifying, and reminded Mouse all too much of an orbweaver sitting pretty in its web with unfortunate fly carcasses scattered behind it, but she was still a pampered rich girl and if he decided to take the chance to take revenge on the Sinclairs, there was little either Mouse or Miss Sinclair could do. Still, she didn't have much choice about it. Once Miss Sinclair was set on a plan, there was nothing to be done but go through with it, and they always worked out somehow. And she was sure Miss Sinclair had a reason for wanting to meet in person. Head tilted to the side in a remarkably birdlike manner, her faded hair beginning to fall out of the undone braid and into her face, Mouse swayed the chip back and forth slightly. She huffed slightly at one strand of hair that seemed particularly determined to touch her eye, before returning her gaze to Miss Sinclair’s newest project, and the chip she held. |
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Summer Month: 1 
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Earthquake
