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Neo-Noir

The Morbus-verse

a part of Neo-Noir, by Nulix.

The Neo-Noir Universe

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The Realm of Matterfall

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Character Portrait: Taku Saito
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Taku stopped long enough to look over his shoulder and put a face to the familiar voice. Another member of SILO. "What do you know?" He quipped back in English. His patience was thin for other agents, they all had their own way of doing things, and losing track of a target was not one of Taku's favorite things.

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"H2O...? More like H420O!" The president of Weedco uttered, taking in his own product. Or should I say...toking in.

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Character Portrait: Meon Jong Character Portrait: Su Min Park Character Portrait: James Kyo Character Portrait: Iya Matamis
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The panda stared into the VR Beckendau's eyes- Paindeo. "I killed someone last night."

"You?! A murderer?" Doctor Beckendau laughed at the Panda, the massive bubble headed chibi avatar sauntering over to the black eyed panda and draping a virtual arm around the BEing... "A MURDERER? In MY fanbase?!" Beckendau began to laugh, his chibi lips suctioning a drink and then bubbling it out into laughter. "LIAR! LIAR! SHAME THE LIAR!" Doctor Becknedau laughed, violently uppercutting the panda and then dancing around them in the virtual realm. The panda began to cry as the VR crowd began to mock them...

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As they approached the house Meon Jong pulled out his gun, reloading it violently. "Let's do this!" Jong suddenly leapt forward toward the small, suburban home, smashing the door in with his foot, gun out. Inside three men raised their hands in panica t the sudden intruder. "Alright!" Jong yelled, gun drawn. "Your head is going up his ass," He yelled at the first man, before aiming to the man beside him. "His head is going up his ass," He shifted the gun to the last man. "And you get the short end of the straw, cause your head is going up my ass!"

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Character Portrait: Meon Jong Character Portrait: Su Min Park Character Portrait: James Kyo
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Su-min stood outside, relishing a moments break away from Meon Jong.

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"W-who the fuck ARE you?!" One of the men sobbed in fear.

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Character Portrait: Iya Matamis
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Iya looked down at her stack of gold Rol-X watches and raised a brow. "Wow, it's been a month already, huh?"

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"What do I know...?" the man spoke back to Takumi "You must've forgotten how things work all the way at the top, boy. Allow me to remind you..." he continued as Wing could hear a lighter flick on behind him, igniting a cigarette in the man's mouth.

The man sported sunglasses and a short mustache and goatee. His hair was a cropped mohawk with shaved sides. He wore a long black overcoat of simplistic design and make so as to not stand out in a crowd. Taku would recognize the man as one of his old co-workers in SILO.

Balthazar Montana.

"That girl is a thief. A pretty one, but a thief nonetheless..." Balthazar shrugged, cigarette halfway leaning out of his mouth. "But what she stole is a teensy lil bit outside your jurisdiction now," he stated, putting an arm around Taku. "Hey, you like gelato, right?" Montana questioned, without waiting for a response. "Yes you do motherfucker, lemme tell you what. I'm gonna treat you to some Gelato and then I'm gonna do you a favor for old time's sake. I'm gonna help give you a silver bullet, boy. You gonna catch you a wolfman!" Balthazar smiled.

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"Fuck you gramps!" Another man, noticeably older than Meon spoke. "You won't shoot! Fuck you!" He stated, pulling up a chair, flipping it around and sitting in it backwards, his forehead touching the barrel of Meon's gun. "Fuck you, old motherfucker, you won't do it!"

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"Piece of shit," Meon Jong hissed at the Korean man who pushed his forehead against his gun. "Faerie lives don't matter, today," His finger tightened on the trigger when suddenly a voice called out. "Boys, boys, it's alright, it's alright..." It was modulated, filtered through to sound like some sort of American baseball announcer.

Park and Kyo had entered behind Mong- a small house, food out on the table, a card-game being played in front of the screen by the now alarmed gentleman, and a ceiling fan whizzing noisily.

"It's alright, it is only our friends from the N.S.P.A.," The voice called, pushing away the hanging beads that hung from the doorway and entering the parlour. A man stepped forward, three holographic images surrounding his face, an all white, American man projected over his own features, a sharp oiled hairdo, bright white teeth, and a blank blue stare out from his eyes. The holograph was bigger than the man's actual head, hidden inside, and looked almost cartoonish. As if real features were morphed to fit something they should not. "My name..." The modulated american began, his square holographic head lipsyncing as best it could as he stepped forward- metal gloves on his hands. "Is... J-J-Johnny Radish," His voice glitched.

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"Roll X to your grave!" Doctor Beckendau yelled, kicking the panda in the gut. It fell over, it's digital form dying. It's eyes lit up as it looked up at it's mockers, each and everyone present. Their digital faces hiding their real mockery. "I... killed a man," The panda repeated. "And I... will kill you."

Suddenly the eyes blasted out. Beckendau let out a scream as the server went out. In Iya's apartment the power died instantly, blackness consuming her as her electricity vanished...

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"But boss..." the Old Boy continued. "This man tried to fuck with us...well, I say Fuck! Him! He won't kill me, he won't kill you! He's not gonna do shit, I know it!"

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"He the pigs Oldie," the other man, Criemonc cried, "Shut the hell up!"

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"Q-q-q-q-quiet down," Radish began, raising a metallic hand to old boy. "I am s-sure the police have a good reason to be here."

"What is this crime den?!" Jong demanded, aiming his gun violently.

"Teacher's meeting. We all teach at Sulan Primary," Radish frowned at Jong.

"Yeah, then what's with the mounds of cocaine?!" Jong yelled, aiming his gun at the cocaine piles on the kitchen counter.

"D-d-dough," Radish replied, entering and opening the oven to reveal a glistening pizza baking...

Jong frowned.

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Character Portrait: Meon Jong Character Portrait: Su Min Park Character Portrait: Amen Rodrigo De Silva Character Portrait: James Kyo Character Portrait: Camilla 'Cammie" Janye
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Amen had already cleared two meals worth of Korean BBQ, having refused to wait for Camilla any longer. "Oh well..." he shook his head as he bit into the last piece of beef. "More fo' me.." he shrugged, checking his watch for any texts.

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"What the fuck do you want, pig-man!" The Old Boy continued, placing his forehead directly on the barrel of Meon's gun once more. "Oink pink goes the fucking pig! Honking at what he doesn't understand! Let me let you in on something little piggie. There ain't no slop for you here, you understand?!"

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Jong ripped his gun away from Old Boy and strapped it in his coat. "Listen, my name is Inspector Jong, this is Inspector Kyo and Park. We're here investigating a series of murders for the N.S.P.A," Jong muttered. "I'm sorry, Mister Radish. I... assumed your home had been overtaken by hoodlums."

"We... educate," The holographic radish replied, squinting his eyes at Jong. Meon glanced back at Park and Kyo. "I'm... sure you do," Jong replied. "But you've also seen things. Bad things. And as the only witness we need you to talk."

"I-I-I-I-I always co-o-o-o-perate with the police, Inspector," Radish replied, placing his hands together. "Please... take a seat."

***

Amen's app had dozens of floating notifications, all letting him know that Doctor Beckendau's virtual advice show had gone and went. He was, of course, a weekly viewer...

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Amen sighed, remembering how his former partner on the force had insisted this virtual advice app was essential in Neo-Seoul. He tapped it once to see what it was about and witnessed the violent beating a panda, which was about what he figured. He immediately exited out of the app and deleted it without a second thought, as the bill came by.

He glanced at the price and then at the waiter. "Your boss knows what's up. I'm a VIP type nigga," he shrugged, leaving a few sheets for a tip before getting up to leave, hands in his pockets as he headed back to his car.

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"Fuck, man..." Old Boy shook his head. "We working with fucking pigs now? Hey Fucko, you gonna sit, don't pull up a fucking seat," he syated, pointing towards a row of rusted looking stools. "You hear me, fuckod?! You sit on that shit! I don't eat none of you piggy fuckers soiling these seats with bacon grease!"

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Amen sighed, remembering how his former partner on the force had insisted this virtual advice app was essential in Neo-Seoul. He tapped it once to see what it was about and witnessed the violent beating a panda, which was about what he figured. He immediately exited out of the app and deleted it without a second thought, as the bill came by.

He glanced at the price and then at the waiter. "Your boss knows what's up. I'm a VIP type nigga," he shrugged, leaving a few sheets for a tip before getting up to leave, hands in his pockets as he headed back to his car.

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"Fuck, man..." Old Boy shook his head. "We working with fucking pigs now? Hey Fucko, you gonna sit, don't pull up a fucking seat," he stated, pointing towards a row of rusted looking stools. "You hear me, fuckos?! You sit on that shit! I don't eat none of you piggy fuckers soiling these seats with bacon grease!"

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"Are you, now?" A voice called from across the room. "V.I.P. in here?"

Amen glanced over to see a figure saunter towards him, military grade armour covering his chest. Brown skin, a young smirk, and a spiked faded afro. A holographic image appeared between them greeting a guest but the man simply marched through the smiling Korean hologram. "De Silva!" The man laughed, his American accented korean heavy as he reached out to dap. "It's been a hot minute. You still working the docks?"

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Amen drew his hands put of his pockets, dapping his old up as he laughed, "Hey, what up!" As the let go, he continued, "I thought you knew, I don't fuck with the docks no more. Not unless it's for work or I'm headin' here." Amen flashed his badge. "NSPA. Can you believe that shit?" he chuckled in such a way that it seemed as if he didn't believe it himself.

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"Look, I- no, what!? I said the power's out. P-o-w-e-r. Can you make it or not?" Kyoung paced around the darkness of the store, phone tilted in front of his mouth and a cigarette wedged between his teeth. His eyes flitted anxiously to the digital readout of his shiny Rol-X watch and back, impatiently waiting for a response. Somewhere in the back, a trap door slammed open behind the counter and a cloud of dust billowed into the room, rising like an ancient spirit disturbed from its tomb.

Startled, he dropped the phone and he fumbled for it as it repeatedly slipped out of his fingers like soap, finally catching it after a few seconds of staggering about like a fool.

The spirit in question climbed out of the hole with great difficulty, an arm shooting out and clawing at the smooth tiles. Iya struggled hoisting herself up, groaning as the rest of her body followed suit.

"What happened. . . to the fucking ladder?" she panted, steadying herself on the counter as she stood to her feet. She swept her hair out of her face with her other hand, getting as good a look as she could squinting through the blackout.

"How did you get up here. . . ?" Kyoung shook his head. "Anyway. . . I thought Outside Day wasn't for another month."

"Change of plans," she said, casually stealing something from under the desk and cramming it in her pocket. By the doorway, only the man's silhouette could be seen, lined in the strong neon glow of the street signs outside. "You're not the only one who's out of power."

"Figures," he muttered, scratching his chin. "Listen, this is good timing actually. I'm about to head out for a few hours, could you watch the store for me?"

"No."

"Great! Go pack your bags, you can sleep in the streets," he said, smiling as he clasped his hands together.

"Kidding, kidding," she sighed, rubbing the back of her neck as she shot him a murderous glare and psychically willed him to combust. "Don't just say a few hours. How long?"

"Four hours tops," Kyoung said, already on his way out the door. "Don't let anybody come in! And don't touch anything!"

With that, he hopped into his shitty shit-colored shitmobile and it gassed away out of sight. When she was vaguely sure he wasn't coming back, she waltzed down in the opposite direction, whistling to herself as the door of Kyoung's Kache swung wide open and shuddered violently in the wind.