2 ex!s+ ::Cynex Project:: [IC]

Angel-Chii · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Angel-Chii** on Mon Oct 05, 2009 10:57 am

((This is the IC thread. Care to join? CLICKEY!))

Seven streaked down an avenue, weaving his way through the crowd of people as he approached another building. Hesitating once rounding the corner, he peeked out to see if he was still being pursued by them. Realizing that the coast was clear, Seven leaned against the wall and relaxed a little. The chase for now was over. Now he had to keep his profile low and try to blend in-but how?

He saw a man walk by, listening to a music device-unaware of his surroundings. Seeing his chance, Seven launched himself towards the man and gripped him by his shirt, yanking him into the alley way.

A few minutes later, Seven stepped out wearing the stolen clothing which consisted of a wrinkly white, button down shirt, black leather jacket, a black Fedora hat and worn-out Levi's jeans, paired with tough Converse chucks. He was surprised that they actually fit him, and of how different it was compared to everyone else's (some people choose to live the "old" ways of life. Year 2009 style they called it) not everyone sported the look, but it didn't matter-he blended in. Tipping the hat over his eyes to shield himself from the bright lights of the city, Seven walked back into the crowd. Heading where ever his feet would take him...

Llarniosiad · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Llarniosiad** on Mon Oct 05, 2009 11:21 am

Glitch had just finished her yearly checkup, and the doctors decided that in this stage in her 'life' there was no need for them to change her face or body in any sort of way. This was actually a thrilling piece of knowledge for Glitch. Not many would know it but now that they hadn't changed anything on her body, they could no longer track her with the out-dated systems, and she could now live on her own, in a free enough life. A smile had just crossed her pristine lips when she saw a man in old-modern clothing being accosted and stripped. She had never seen such an action in her life, and it struck her as slightly odd that someone would want to take another beings clothes.

Not understanding the action whatsoever, Glitch decided to follow the white haired teen. She wasn't sure of his exact age, however she felt it wise to assume he was young. She always got in trouble with the ladies at the clinic because she told them how old she thought they were and they all look like they've been around since 2005! Glitch sighed and continued to walk, it was going to take all of her concentration to be able to keep up with the kid moving through a crowd like this. At least his hat stuck out a bit though.

Glitch modeled in perfectly with the crowd, with her her full piece, skin tight, white jumpsuit and her audio receptor ear pieces, she wasn't an uncommon site to be hold, except of course for her exceptional height and her oddly shaded hair. Now, her hair was deemed to change when she felt like it, but at the moment it stood a stranded lime green, just for the shocking sensation people would get when they saw it. Plus, if the boy was to turn around and see that he was being followed, he would at least notice her hair first and it would give her time to explain, at least, that was what she hoped would happen. She didn't want him stealing her clothes for good sakes! She shook her head once again, remembering that she was going to have to give all of her attention over to this so that she would be able to keep up with him.

With that said, Glitch moved a bit closer to him so that she could get a better look. All and all she thought she was doing rather well.

Angel-Chii · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Angel-Chii** on Mon Oct 05, 2009 11:35 am

Seven didn't know what came over him. He was walking, breathing normal but his heart started to rev up fast. He had that eerie feeling that he was being followed again. Slowing his pace, he gazed to his left and pretended to be doing something called "window-shopping". He stared at the plate glass window before him that displayed a bunch of life-like humans dressed in weird neon clothing. The tags on the clothing red XxEvWingzxX a popular fashion line. He slid his hands into the pockets of his "new" pants and felt something leathery. Pulling the strange object out he opened it to see a bunch of metallic cards in the slots. (credit cards and other slim devices used to hold enormous sums of money) He didn't know exactly what it was for, neither did he care. But felt that it was best to keep it. So he slipped it back into the back pocket of his jeans.

He flickered his lavender hues to the right and that's when he spotted the strange green-haired female. She stared back.
He remained there, standing and waiting. Was she a Tracker? Or a new type of Tracker? he thought, letting his eyes wash over her features. If she was, why wasn't she advancing forwards with a bunch of weapons ready to kill him? He decided to stay rather than flee. He was no coward and well, she's a girl. Handling her wouldn't be so hard, would it?

Llarniosiad · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Llarniosiad** on Mon Oct 05, 2009 11:44 am

It was true enough that she had lived around humans for awhile, but she still found it hard to act as one. She had been programmed with a need to fight, but also a need to be carefree and have fun. The two were always in turmoil in her brain, but that was the way it had to be, she had grown use to it. She moved a hand up and swept a strand of hair behind her right ear before she began to slowly advance towards the male. She was fully aware that her stance and movements made her seem like a predator, however she also knew that if she tried to change it she looked like a monkey stepping on hot clothes. Therefore, she figured the best thing to do in this hand was to walk with a smile on her face.

She could tell that the male was hiding something and he also appeared to be slightly worried. She stopped a few feet away from him, her golden shaded optics glinting softly. She tilted her head to the side, not sure what to make of him before speaking. "Hello.." She stated softly, her voice held the chime of resonating bells, known to quell ones fears the moment they heard her voice, Glitch wasn't too worried that the male would take her as an enemy, which she of course wasn't. "The names Glitch" She said, the same voice, the same smile, the same eyes. She wanted to be sure that he noticed nothing about her demeanor changed as she spoke to him, she had a feeling that he was running from something, and she merely wanted him to realize that she wasn't someone that he needed to run from.

Glitch liked to help people and she figured this might be a good place to start.

Angel-Chii · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Angel-Chii** on Mon Oct 05, 2009 11:57 am

Seven stared at her looking bored, and a bit amused as she crossed over. Once reaching within hailing distance she hesitated there. Her stare softened, he noticed that and her voice came out sweet and quite human like. Not that he could tell the difference between a human and an android. In fact there are many things in the world he has no clue about. She told him her name was Glitch. She even portrayed the "friendly" part well.

"Sometimes people cannot be trusted, no matter how nice they seem to be. Always beware of "fakes" and remember, looks can be deceiving," his father once told him when he was a child. A rule he took immediately into affect.

"You're quite friendly to be a stranger. As if you knew me...Glitch," he told her, his voice deep and placid as he regarded her with calm intensity. "So, Glitch...you make a living stalking people?" he asked, raising a deductive brow. He started thinking that she may well be a Tracker, sent undercover to snatch him undetected. He wasn't taking any chances. He got his freedom and he was going to keep it.

Llarniosiad · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Llarniosiad** on Mon Oct 05, 2009 12:04 pm

Glitch gave a small laugh, another tinkling bell like noise and did a quick spin. "No, stalking is something that I only do when I see one man accost another in an alley and then have his clothes stolen." She stated with another laugh. She had no intention of making the male feel uncomfortable though she could see that she was doing so. She tilted her head to the side before thrusting her hand out in a welcoming gesture, though she didn't full expect the male to grasp her hand at all, "I'm an android, they let me live with the humans because they messed up with my programming and managed to give me a personality of my own. I'm free to make my own decisions!" She said, though a soft shadow crossed her eyes, not all of that was true, she was allowed to make her own decisions within reason and since they had failed to update her tracking disc this year, she was going to make a break for it and do as she wished, she now considered herself a fugitive, and the thought of it almost made her giddy.

She was trying her hardest to calm the male, she didn't want him to be worried by her appearance or the fact she was following him. In truth, Glitch was merely lonely, she didn't have many people around that would speak to her, for the world was having trouble coming to terms with an android living among them, it was unheard of and caused a bit of prejudice among the humans of the city.

Angel-Chii · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Angel-Chii** on Mon Oct 05, 2009 12:23 pm

He felt the edges of his lips quirk into a smile as she spoke. "And you spy...interesting," he drawled, liking this girl already. She was different. Finally. Then she offered her hand out to him to shake it.

"I don't have anything to give you," he said, misinterpreting the gesture- so his father didn't have the time to teach him "everything" sue him. He kept his eyes on her as she introduced herself as something called an Android.Whatever that meant. And that her programming was messed up, and that she could now live freely (almost) amongst humans.

He nodded taking this in quickly. So he was wrong, she wasn't a tracker. Or she could be lying to him. He frowned, what was the point of trying to escape if he was going to live his "free" like paranoid all the time? ignoring his intellect and trusting his gut feeling that she was who she claimed to be, he decided to give her a chance.

"I don't really understand what I am. A Cynex or whatever, my name is Seven," he said, feeling awkward about sharing this bit of info with her. Well, if she got any funny ideas he could probably kill her. Like the last person that tried to touch him. He still remembers it like yesterday. A strange steel-like crown thing was placed on his head. His father told him it would keep his "wild" emotions in check and that it would help him focus on a whole bunch of progress exercises he had to do. What it did mostly was subdue his anger. When he decided he wanted to leave, he was attacked by a Tracker and a scientist lady reached out to grab him. When the crown cracked and broke, he became so lost in his own fear and hatred that he accidentally killed her and the Tracker. Well, they deserved it.

Keeping the memory locked up behind a door of self control, he figured that it was best not to jump into conclusions. He was surrounded by a million people here, going battle mode wouldn't help him "blend" so he managed a little smile at her. "Where am I, exactly?" he asked, wanting to make sure that he was far away from the Kryler building. Just to be on the safe side.

XXRippleXX · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **XXRippleXX** on Tue Oct 06, 2009 1:25 pm

Dimone crouched on a building, about thirty feet high, and observed the multitudes of people rushing about here and there. "They're all the same," she whispered. They where all superficial, untrustworthy, and most of them where gluttons.
Her eyes darted about the masses, examining every detail that they absorbed. She spotted a strange hue amongst the browns, blacks, and blonds. It was green, and a very striking one at that. Near the green-haired girl was a strange looking boy. His hat was all she could see of his head, but Dimone could tell by his clothing that he must be either insecure, or attempting to sneak around unnoticed.
Closing her bright green eyes, she quietly stood up, turned around, and walked to the protruding doorway that led to a staircase. She opened the door, and disappeared into the dark hallway. When she reached the bottom, Dimone sauntered casually down another hallway that led to the lobby of a store. Opening the door, she slipped out and into the crowd to investigate these two interesting spectacles.

Sirpokealot · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Sirpokealot** on Tue Oct 06, 2009 6:26 pm

(Sorry if I don't post as often as I should. School and Marching Band keep me busy all the time)

Walking out of an apartment building, Alphota took a quick look around. No one suspicious in sight, 'cept for the green haired woman. Who was she talking to? A man in a fedora. He decided to look into this. He had no other leads other than the fact that Seven was here. He watched them for a while. Waiting........................

Jacksanto · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Jacksanto** on Tue Oct 06, 2009 9:06 pm

((OOC: Im going to impose something that trackers would carry, but im giving the option that if Sirpokesalot didnt want to have the item he could use the proposed excuse that they stopped using them Other than that heres my input ^_^))

Jack would be in a diner, not too far down the street from the others. He had looked around before pulling out a laptop and entering his specific authorization code, Smirking at the fact that the screen lit up with an approved sign. He looked about once more, making sure no one was nearby too close as to be able to read it, as if they could anyways. The screen had a special coating that would block wandering eyes if they weren't looking straight at the screen, a wonderful conventional item at that. He would flick through various pieces of data, Sending out a request of information on the city area, mostly because he was new to the city. All he knew was that there is probably other trackers here, Too many hunters for the game at hand, but yet it is always best to hunt when you can out maneuver the hunted.

The message was to be broadcast on the closed frequency for the Trackers "Cell phones". Jack himself had one of these phones only due to the fact that one of the trackers that excelled hadn't needed it, doing his missions on his own and had given it to Jack. Jack knew it wasn't his to have, but also knew that it was an advantage to have it, so he rarely used it to avoid detection. He spoke a few thoughts aloud,"I wonder how many still have these.." He would shrug a bit and hit the send button, a message being sent out to the trackers that happened to be in the city, the message reading a clear type font across the screen of his phone; "Need Graphical City Map. All Info Possible.TC-8994-3668" He would lean back shutting the laptops GUI off leading to display an ordinary cover screen of a few charts and data to make it look like he was just the average business man. It was a good thing he did, because at the time it was shut the waitress came over behind him, looking right at the laptops screen and speaking in a distracted manner, as if she was reading the useless bits of data,"Would you like anymore Coffee sir?" He quickly nodded his head, then shutting the laptop off until a reply reached the number attached.

Angel-Chii · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Angel-Chii** on Tue Oct 06, 2009 9:09 pm

I will edit this. Right now, I'm waiting for Llarniosiad to reply

and as for Jacksanto it's just fine. If you need to add anything else to it go ahead.

xoxo
-A.

XXRippleXX · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **XXRippleXX** on Wed Oct 07, 2009 6:44 am

Dimone ducked down, out of her targets' sight, and transformed among the crowd. Raising her ebony tail, she trotted up to the two and sat down at the strange-haired girl's feet. She purred loudly as the girl looked down at her. Dimone gazed up and smiled a little cat-like smile, mewed, and then turned her small head to look at the boy with the hat. He noticed her as well, and she meowed and began to groom her paw, acting like a perfectly normal, and curious, feline.

Sirpokealot · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Sirpokealot** on Wed Oct 07, 2009 2:32 pm

(I have no objections Jack. As long as you don't give yourself outrageously powerful equipment, that is.

)

Alphota noticed the cat-girl. His eyes were trained to see little things like this. He was curious, why would a cat-girl like her take interest in these two individuals? He intended to find out. He walked over to them. Picking up the cat, he told the two that it was his. Obviously the cat didn't like it, but he didn't care. When he was out of sight range, he asked the cat: "What do you think you're doing?" he needed a lead, any lead would do. It seemed this was the place to start.

Llarniosiad · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Llarniosiad** on Wed Oct 07, 2009 2:44 pm

The female gave off a small smile as she placed her hand back to her side, arching a curved eyebrow slightly. "Its how people introduce themselves, by shaking hands" She stated softly. She looked around and once more held her hand out to the male, her eyes glinting softly in the process. "If you come with me, I know a place where you can hide, and the people that are searching for you won't be able to find you very easily." She took a deep breath, knowing that if she got caught harboring someone, that she would be dismembered completely, however it seemed that he needed help, and she wasn't going to throw his life away by being selfish.

((Sorry, its all I can come with for now, I hope its alright))

XXRippleXX · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **XXRippleXX** on Wed Oct 07, 2009 2:58 pm

Dimone's sharp ears picked up the sound of someone approaching. She whipped her head around just in time to feel rough hands grab her belly and lift her off the ground. She hissed, indignant, and attempted to claw at the strange cat-napper. He said that she belonged to him, and then carried her away from her targets. He held her up and said "What do you think you are doing?"

"It's bad luck to disturb a black cat, you know. Much more bad luck to disturb a black werecat." Dimone spat at him. She transformed, dragging the man down as her feet landed solidly on the asphalt. "Get your filthy hands off of me!"

Sirpokealot · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Sirpokealot** on Wed Oct 07, 2009 3:17 pm

"Heh, I knew it." Alphota told the werecat.

He quickly looked her over. If things became violent, he was sure that he could take this one. After all, Trackers fought werecats during training exercises, along with almost every race know to them.

"I also know that most werecats don't do things for no reason." Alphota knew that they might be curious, but not stupid. Even so, he was bluffing a little here.

"You don't happen to know those to do you?" he asked her.

XXRippleXX · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **XXRippleXX** on Wed Oct 07, 2009 3:56 pm

Dimone smirked at the stranger as he looked her up and down. If he made one more move, she would prepare to flay him, and if necessary, kill him.

"Of course we don't, fool. If that is all you know of my race, feel free to flee, for we are more powerful than you may expect."

He asked her if she knew the two.

"No. I merely wish to know more about them. They seemed suspicious, so I thought I ought to investigate." Dimone made it clear that she was being honest. Indeed, she was, but did the man know that? She stared at him in the eyes, sending piercing arrows of hatred and distrust into his dilated pupils.

Sirpokealot · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Sirpokealot** on Wed Oct 07, 2009 4:16 pm

"They do seem suspicious........which is why I'm here. I can't give you classified information but you might be able to tell who I am from the fact that I can't tell you anything."

"And lighten up. I'm not your enemy......unless you make me one." he told her. His target was the only one that he was after. He would not tolerate people getting in his way. Help; however, was welcomed.

He looked back at the two; they were still there.

Jacksanto · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Jacksanto** on Wed Oct 07, 2009 8:28 pm

Jack would swiftly finish drinking his coffee, gathering his laptop and shutting it then placing it in its protective case slung over his shoulders. He nodded once to the server and left a ten on the table, then walking from the Diner, inevitably in the direction of the Android Glitch and Seven. As he neared seven and the android he happened to be looking curiously around the city, still having received no message back, he let a few thoughts pass his mind that followed along the lines of "Maybe I'm the only one here" before being abruptly cut off by his collision with a casual civilian. He spun around to the side from the collision, his suited back facing Seven and Glitch.

Jack then swiftly turned around, scanning his surroundings and quickly apologized for having bumped into the android. It was then that he saw the young boy, his brown eyes seeming to pierce through the air itself and into Seven's eyes. A few thoughts crossed his mind at this moment, the largest and dominant thought being "This male is familiar". It didn't take Jack long to disregard the thought simply as a coincidental familiarity between a complete stranger and a man whom Jack cant quite put his finger on, Allowing a thought to spur off of that moment itself, "I'll have to look into that later...". He then nodded to the young male, looking to the female android curious if she had anything to say about himself bumping into her body.

XXRippleXX · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **XXRippleXX** on Thu Oct 08, 2009 7:07 am

Dimone looked at her paws ((not feet, surprise, surprise)). "You're a Tracker, aren't you...."she said softly. She knew little about them, but she did know that they where sneaky, cunning, and have been very cruel to her race.

"We may not be enemies now, but once the werecats get back on their paws, it'll be war....big time." She growled, raising her pitch black eyes to meet the ones of the Tracker. She felt compassion towards the two strangers. She could sense that they where different, like she and her tiny race. But, the Tracker obviously wasn't going to just let her go without keeping an eye on her afterward.

"If you don't mind, I'll be going now." Dimone said. "And yes, I am still following those two."

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