Zane Mitchell Carston

# Master's Dojo, 2009-09-16 18:50:09, as a chat transcript.

[[Eh, so what did you need to work on, mate?]]

# Master's Dojo, 2009-09-16 18:51:12, as a chat transcript.

[[I have just about every character for every type of setting.]]

# Master's Dojo, 2009-09-16 18:51:40, as a chat transcript.

[[Aye, I need to switch characters, then.]]

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-20 20:27:58, as written by Riverstyx777

Zane Mitchell Carston steps through the door, looking as if he's rather be sitting in front of the screen that gave him his extremely pale complexion. He sighs, and brushes back a strand of long blonde hair from his thin, pale face. It was better that he got out and away from the computers for a while, since the Feds were breathing down his neck. With another self-pitying sigh, the tall and wiry hacker stepped up to the bar and sat.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-20 20:35:28, as written by Riverstyx777

Zane Mitchell Carston orders a whiskey, and stares around the bar with his pale blue eyes. It seemed that everything about him was pale, save for his clothes, which consisted of a dark red Flogging Molly band tee and simple blue jeans. After he received his drink, he rose slowly and drifted to the back corner of the bar. He sat down at the table there and powered up his laptop. Despite the fact that there were Federal pigs breathing down his neck, he still could not stay off the Internet.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-20 20:40:52, as a chat transcript.

[[My character basically screams "anti-social", so I'm not surprised nobody is talking to him. I'm not sure why I decided to bring him out, then...]]

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-20 20:46:33, as written by Riverstyx777

Zane Mitchell Carston takes a deep swig from his poison of choice while the brilliant white screen blinked on, giving his already bleached features an eerie glow. As the laptop went through his required auto-diagnostics scan, he noticed the arrival of an odd man flanked by two armed men. This worried him a moment, thinking that they were Federal swine after him, but he relaxed upon noticing the non-regulation weapons the two lackeys were carrying. He moved his laptop slightly to the side, watching the trio sit near him.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-20 20:53:45, as a chat transcript.

[[Feh, I think I brought out this character because I wanted a fight, and since I obviously can't get one, I'm just bullshitting around...]]

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-20 21:02:57, as written by Riverstyx777

Zane Mitchell Carston raises an eyebrow, upon seeing the peculiar man open the briefcase to reveal a laptop. It was a top of the line example of technology, but it was worthless compared to his. Indeed, if Zane felt like it, he could easily slip through the security programs on it, regardless of whether or not they were default or of custom origin, and wreak havoc. But, he felt no need to do that currently, although he was tempted to just screw with the man. With another sip of his whiskey, he pulled his laptop before him. Within seconds, he isolated the signal that the other laptop was giving off, and was in. He did not do anything to announce his presence, merely watched what the other man was doing, out of sheer boredom.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-20 21:16:14, as written by Riverstyx777

Zane Mitchell Carston smirked darkly, having watched the entire conversation unfold between the two doctors before his very eyes. He smelled a chance at quick cash, but he needed a more direct approach. Still smiling, he shut his laptop down and rose slowly after putting it in its case. As Zane stood, the woman next to him bumped his shoulder, but he simply smiled politely to her, showing that there was no foul. He stepped up to the two goons, acting as if they were not even there. "Dr. Hayamoto, I presume?" Zane asked politely, knowing exactly who this man was. "I have a sort of... business proposal for you." His voice remained even, low, yet quite clear.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-20 21:24:19, as written by Riverstyx777

Zane Mitchell Carston merely laughed at the two fools who trained their guns on him. "My dear Hayamoto, please call off your dogs before somebody gets hurt." Zane's face and voice remained calm, but his pale blue eyes had hardened somewhat. "Sure, your simpletons here could kill me, but where would that leave you and your empty bank account?" In truth, Zane was bluffing, but he had already left a small virus that would manifest itself into one ugly son of a bitch if left untouched. And the only one who could remove that virus would be dead...

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-20 21:33:11, as written by Riverstyx777

Zane Mitchell Carston laughed again, enjoying the reaction of the man. "No, not threatening exactly. More like guaranteeing an unfortunate happening that could easily be avoided by not killing me," he replied casually, as if this type of conversation was everyday happenstance for him. "What I am truly trying to do is strike a deal with you. Being of the profession that I am, I tend to notice certain things, to say the least. And what I noticed is that you are being held out on a certain monetary donation."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-20 21:46:19, as written by Riverstyx777

Zane Mitchell Carston nods patiently, still utterly ignoring the rifles trained on him. This doctor certainly was intelligent enough to realize a legitimate threat when he saw one. This entire deal relied on the simplest of men's desires: wealth. Zane spent no time getting to the point, now that he had piqued Hayamoto's interest. "First of all, my friend, I would like to ensure that I intend no physical harm to come to you or your lovely arm candy. I am simply proposing a simple means of attaining vast amounts of cash with virtually no risk whatsoever," Zane said calmly, without a single hint of smugness. "I am skilled with computers, and easily accessed your state-of-the-art machine to notice you are being held out of a pretty sum."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-20 22:02:30, as written by Riverstyx777

Zane Mitchell Carston felt a little put-off by the lack of the other man's interest in playing with words. Resigning himself to speaking extremely simply, he sighed and began again. "Doctor Hayamoto, I will speak quite bluntly. You are being held out on a payment. I know how to get that payment and much more than that, with little to no risk whatsoever." Zane cursed his lack of social knowledge, he needed to be able to interact properly in a social situation, or he'd be ruined before he even started. In a way, he knew how to communicate, but that was through non-personal altercations on the World Wide Web...

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-20 22:18:47, as written by Riverstyx777

Zane Mitchell Carston smiled a bit more, glad to have gotten past the initial awkward stage of the dealings. It wouldn't exactly be smooth sailing after this, but it would certainly be easy enough for him to handle. All it would take now was a simple example of his skill, and, of course, the ability to be able to keep up a proper conversation with this man. "Perhaps, although I have already had one," Zane replied lightly. "But maybe I should show you that I do indeed have the skills to back my words up."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-20 22:30:56, as written by Riverstyx777

Zane Mitchell Carston sat down across his new business partner, setting the laptop on the table, still in its case. He took the proffered laptop and immediately set about his work. "I am going to be completely honest with you, Hayamoto. I left a small and untraceable virus on your laptop when I connected to it with mine. It would have only manifested itself after the time release ran out. Even I would have trouble countering it if it was active, and I know the antivenin code," Zane paused, typing a set code onto the flat keys, his fingers too fast for any human eye to trace those key patterns. "I was only guaranteeing my well-being by this, sir. I hope you understand why I took that measure. Regardless, it is gone now, and you could kill me with little regret. But I do not think you will."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-20 22:42:56, as written by Riverstyx777

Zane Mitchell Carston smiled politely as the martini was placed before him, but did not touch it. In truth, he disliked martinis and preferred something a little 'harder', but he was not about to insult Hayamoto until he got to know the man a bit more. He set about arranging numerous programs on this new computer with little thought. After a few minutes of silence, he sudden;y realized that he was still supposed to be conversing with this man. "So, what exactly would you need me for, after I clean this Ueshige fellow out?"

# Master's Dojo: Advanced, 2009-10-12 22:08:13, as a chat transcript.

Aye, me start it?

# Master's Dojo: Advanced, 2009-10-12 22:08:33, as a chat transcript.

Please tell me you lack any firearms?

# Master's Dojo: Advanced, 2009-10-12 22:09:07, as a chat transcript.

Dayum, perhaps I should switch to a more experienced fighter.

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Riverstyx777

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