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Rhapsody in Silver

Rhapsody in Silver

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The megacity of Argenta is ever in motion, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. This is a story of when that motion reached a subito allegrisimo.

2,098 readers have visited Rhapsody in Silver since Chari created it.

Introduction

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It all began in the year 2033. Sea levels had risen another 3 inches since the previous year, and more and more people were predicting that the end was nigh. The Middle East was at war with each other again, and gas prices had hit 10.79 USD on average. Civil unrest was rumbling under the surface in both North America and the European Union while there was outright rebellion in China. It seemed the world was falling apart.

But this was the year that would change everything.

Doctor Michelle Kyree is credited with first discovering Heavy Energy, but this claim has been disputed by multiple labs. Regardless of who actually discovered this energy, there is no doubt that it changed our world forever.

While the actual definition of heavy energy is still being discussed, it is pretty easy to give a basic overview of what it is. Heavy Energy is what could be referred to as the “dust” of energy. It covers everything in our world to some amount, is present in high amounts in the atmosphere, and more recently has been found to exist even outside of our atmosphere and in space. While the actual source of Heavy Energy is unknown, there is one important fact about it: it is extremely mutable. This means that it is very easy to change Heavy Energy into any other kind of energy. Even more importantly the transformations are extremely efficient, which is compounded by the fact that Heavy Energy exists as a state between energy and matter, packed full of power that can easily be changed into any form of energy.

The immense amount of possibilities implied by this new power would serve to be the driving factor of change in the coming years. For one, fossil fuels were rendered obsolete with the invention of a way to convert the heavy energy directly into electrical. Cars can now run on heavy energy and never need to worry about stopping to refuel or polluting the atmosphere. Just recently heavy energy has even been used to remove greenhouse gases from the atmosphere. Heavy Energy allowed for explosive development in the world of technology . Unfortunately, that didn’t come without a few bumps.

Two years after heavy energies discovery, the world reached its breaking point. Oil Rich countries disintegrated into civil war over the fear of losing their primary export. Governments all over the world went bankrupt and collapsed in on themselves, leading to widespread panic and dissention. In the span of a year, the population had decreased from 8.1 billion people to a mere 5 billion due to war and economic fallout. Longstanding superpowers like the US, China, and Russia ceased to exist. People were terrified. Then, from the ashes, new countries rose up.

In North America, the lands that were once Canada, Mexico, and the US united to become the North American Federation (NAF). Europe along with parts of Russia joined together to form the true European Union (EU), now a single state with a senate formed of one man from each of the former countries. The mainland countries of Asia formed into the Pan Asian Alliance (PAA). Australia, New Zealand, and a number of other Oceanic countries became Great Oceania (GO). The Middle East nominally became the United Islamic State (UIS), but Israel refused to join and the differing Islamic factions are more often than not fighting each other, both in politics and in combat. The rest of the world started to stabilize soon with the help of these new superpowers. Eventually, the world was at peace.

One of the properties of the old world that survived the turmoil and unrest was the prevalence of large corporations. In fact, quite a few of them had a hand in financing and creating the many new governments. At first this didn’t really have any ill effects; after all, the corporations were run by people, and they helped the government to help themselves. It wasn’t until years later that the negative aspects began to show. For one almost everything now was privatized, from healthcare to the police to even the military. For another, companies started to become mega-companies, with mergers and buyouts everywhere until there were only 5 or so major companies left, all of which had their hands in multiple pies. And while the common man was still paying somewhat reasonable prices, companies lived as kings, able to take as they pleased. This could get particularly messy when a dispute began between two of the major juggernauts. By this point, it is an accepted fact of life.

There is another new and accepted fact of life; the existence of those with “Kyreesian” powers. While scientists are not entirely sure how these powers came to be, the most prevalent theory is that the explosion in the use of Heavy Energy technology forced a sudden mutation in parts of the human race, a “spontaneous evolution,” if you will. While the origins of this power are somewhat unknown, then actual effects are surprisingly well understood: those with Kyreesian powers have the ability to manipulate heavy energy without any form of external aid. This ability manifests in a multitude of ways, mostly what was formerly in the realm of science fiction. Kyreesian powers take the form of ESP, or extra sensory perception. All Kyreesians are able to sense the heavy energy present around them. They also are able to transform heavy energy into other types of energy, which is what gives them their powers. The most common form of this is telekinesis, which is changing the heavy energy into kinetic. There are other forms too, such as pyrokinesis and electrokinesis. There are even more esoteric forms, like the ability to sense acute differences in heavy energy, letting them “see” in a radius around them, even through objects. And while these are good examples, there are probably still more powers out there that just haven’t been documented.

At any rate, it has been a very long time since the 2030’s. And while the past 150 years haven’t been problem free, there has certainly been as catastrophic as the start. In fact, the century and a half has been enough time for a huge surge in technology.

For one thing, the Earth is in a better state than it has ever been in any point in history. We have found ways to remove pollutants from the air using heavy energy technology in large plants called Air Purifying Centers. For another, Heavy Energy was actually given a real name: it is now called Kyreesian Psuedo Energy Type, or K-PET for short. People with Kyreesian powers are officially known as PET users. Speaking of K-PET, its technological ramifications have allowed for things that have been the stuff of science-fiction for years. For one, hovering automobiles are the standard for transportation nowadays, with highways and roads having both horizontal and vertical lanes. Another innovation was agriculture bubbles, which are floating platforms on the oceans encased in a glass dome that uses a combination of structural design and K-PET tech to grow crops year-round at a rapid rate. This super farming combined with the pollution purification has allowed for a massive expansion in human population. Current estimates are around 13 billion (yeah, people a couple generations ago were reaaaaaaaaaaally active), with about 3 billion of that located in the Argenta, the city of Silver, a massive supercity centered in New York and stretching, at its farthest points, to the areas formerly known as Boston and Philadelphia. The human race has even started to reach out into the cosmos. Mars is nearing the tail end of its terraforming process and is currently being mined and populated. Venus is about halfway through its own terraformation, with the atmosphere being breathable but the weather still horrible (although the acid rains are no longer potent enough to chew through solid metal). It is possible to travel to Mars or Venus using Near Light Speed Travel (NLST), a breakthrough that came just in the last few years. It is a near-instantaneous way to travel between two finite coordinates in space at the speed implied by the name. While it had been theorized and even tested, it wasn’t feasible until just two years ago, when a talented group of mathematicians, scientists, and programmers created a way to calculate the minute changes in spatial coordinates that occur in the minuscule amount of time necessary to go from one point to the other. And even then, the NLST Stations themselves are about the size of a train station, certainly nothing you can carry around in your pocket. Weapons technology has also spiked immensely. All guns are now railguns, using K-PET conversions to power the chargers necessary for the magnetic force. New to the field is personal shield technology that creates a bubble around a person to stop kinetic forces with a field that deploys a K-PET response of an equal but opposite force to reduce that of incoming projectiles. But technology isn’t the only thing that changed.

One of the other biggest changes is how people make a living. To be honest, it doesn’t take much to do anymore, if all you want to do is subsist. Food prices are at an all-time low, and once you own a vehicle it costs basically nothing to fuel. However, there is much more to life than this, and while there are plenty of normal office jobs that you can take, there are also new ways to earn your keep. One way is the resurgence of bounty hunting. With the privatized police forces now, the way the government gets them to work is to offer bounties on basically any criminal. For really petty crimes, the bounty is laughable, and people can turn themselves in to get their own bounty (mind you, they have to give back stolen goods and still go to trial, so it is essentially a net zero process). The bigger the crime, the bigger the bounty, and there is good money to be in tracking down criminals and turning them in to the government. A number of the police companies also double as Paramilitary Corporations, and have been known to be hired out by governments and companies alike. There are also many positions that being a PET user is a requirement for the work day, such as many positions in the K-PET power plants and the Air Purifying Centers.

So what do you do here in Argenta, the melting pot of all nations? Are you a pencil pusher for a company, who spends his down time doing whatever strikes his fancy? Are you a bounty hunter, tracking down criminals for the money or the excitement? Or are you a PET user, who makes her living fighting in underground tournaments for cash or in the Professional PET Combat League? Who are you?

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Hey everyone, thanks for checking this out (and reading through that massive wall of text). This is a Science Fiction RP that will involve both heavy action and political and corporate intrigue. It will be relatively on the serious side, but don't let that scare you away! Feel free to submit any kind of character you think will work in the setting, don't be afraid. The worst that could happen is I tell you no, then tell you why. If you have any questions, feel free to post in the OOC or ask via PM.

Stuff to be added here: Description of the city Argenta
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WE WILL START WHEN WE HAVE 6-8 CHARACTERS, BUT SUBMISSIONS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME


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The city of Argenta never sleeps. No matter the time, no matter the place, there is always action to be found in the City of Silver. Even now, hours after the sun has set, there is still a buzz of energy in the air, and the dull sounds of city life with it. Huey thought this was the reason why so many people moved here.

Looking down from his perch, he say his targets still doing nothing but waiting. From his intel, the group down there was part of the Giradano family, and each of the three men had a bounty in the area of $100,000. Great money, to be sure, but there was a reason they were worth so much. Their kill counts were probably in the area of 50 to 100 each, and they weren’t exactly known for quick and painless kills. No, they were known for their brutality and cruelty. They reminded him a lot of the men he had been forced to deal with back when he was 12, the monsters that kidnapped his girls to sell for profit. Just the thought of it started to get his blood boiling.

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm. What was done was done. The past was in the past. The wind whirled around him on the top of the building on which he sat. “Eva,” he called out into seemingly nothing, “how long until the last guy gets here?”

“Supposedly, he is on the way right now, so it should only be a minute or two more.” The response was quick. Adjusting something in his ear, he shot back, “Well, that is good. Is he bringing any more goons, or is it just him?”

“Just him, Huey. Be careful though, I would hate to break in another partner.”

“Heh, just who do you think I am? These mooks are gonna be a piece of cake.”

After a minute or two more of silence, another man slipped into the alley. It was Liano Giradano, nephew of the current Don of the Giradano. He had a bounty of a cool $500,000, and was known as “The Butcher.” If that wasn’t a clue to his personality, his body count of 127 different people and the fact that most of his victims had to be stitched back together to be buried was. Huey stood up from the spot where he was sitting on the edge of the building and stretched himself out. Time to get to work.

He jumped off the building as the four below grouped together. It was a 12 story drop, lethal to any normal man. But… he was anything but normal.

He landed as gentle as a feather right in the middle of the group. Taking advantage of their obvious shock, he threw three of them away hard, straight into walls, or a dumpster in the last one’s unfortunate case. He looked around at the last one standing, Liano, and moved. Liano had already started to move for his gun, but Huey already had his pistol in hand. The criminal cried out in pain the next moment, after Huey put a bullet in the hand reaching for his gun. Before Liano could even think about doing anything, he was pistolwhipped by the bounty hunter and out like a light. Huey holstered his gun as he said, “Alright Eva, call down the processors so I can get my money. I need to get to my sister’s game soon.”

Unfortunately, things were not going to be that simple. As if his gunshot had sparked a storm, the distinctive sounds of gunfire erupted from the streets. Huey ran to the end of the alley and peaked out to see two groups of people in the streets firing all sorts of weapons at each other. People were screaming in terror, fires were engulfing cars, the street were pure chaos. “Eva… what the hell is going on?”

“It looks like some company troops are fighting is something, I don’t know, there isn’t anything on the net yet. Oh, crap! Huey, you have to get going! The fighting is moving toward the condo!”

Huey pulled his gun right back out, made sure it was fully loaded, and nodded. “Alright, I am on the way. Give me updates as the info comes in.”

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In a word, Brian was done. He sighed to himself as he shuffled down the street, not really a rarity in the times, but a remnant of his father’s teachings and walks in the city. Brian generally liked just getting up and walking somewhere in the city, but right now he fumbled with his phone as he instructed it to call Darren. He sighed heavily into the air one time, relishing the sweet release as he waited for the writer at the other end to pick up.

“What’s up Bry?” came the cheery response. Or rather, smug. “Shut up Darren, do you realize that guy could talk the ears off of an elephant? Dude is a WINDBAG. A ROYAL windbag. I mean I get that the new T89 prototype has more efficient PET propulsion in it, and that can could cruise the entire length of the city faster than any other civvie car around, but JESUS you’d think he’s stop bullshitting me those same two lines over and over again for three hours.” “Hey, you asked for the work Brian. I just obliged.” Brian could hear the smirk over the phone and sighed again.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Didn’t tell me I was interviewing a thesaurus. You still game to meet at the bar later?” Brian asked, changing the topic to something a bit more light-hearted, because while his meeting had been… painful, he HAD asked for the work. Couldn’t argue that. “Sure, I’ll meet you aro---“

BANG

As Darren began to hash out the details of their friendly gathering a shot fired off. A SHOT. HERE.

Jesus, Bounty hunting was a real thing, but in the MIDDLE OF THE CITY? Seemed bad taste.

BANG

BANG
BANGBANGBANGBANG

Brian’s head swiveled towards the sounds of gunfire and he quickly sized up the situation.

It was not hard to analyze.

Two… gangs Brian temporarily labeled them were shooting at each other in the middle of the street. Great.

Brian cursed as people fled and he dove behind the nearest vehicle. Son of a…. Why did he have to get involved in THIS? He lifted his phone to his ear once again as his mind raced furiously.

“Bry..?Bry? You there? What was that!?” Came Darren’s voice from the phone, which Brian promptly ignored. “Get Yak on the phone.” He barked into the comm, repeating himself as Darren began to question him. Finally, a gruff voice came over the phone as Darren handed the phone over to Kevin Rudolph, AKA: Yak.
“This better be good Major.” Brian heard him barking into the phone “Oh trust me, this is going to be a FIELD day, big man. Coming back from the interview and now I’m in the middle of a firefight. About… I don’t know, 80 people firing at the start, didn’t get a good look. Don’t see any news crews yet, shit just went down.” Brian replied calmly.

There was silence for a second… Then… “JESUS, BRIAN, THEN TAKE SOME DAMN NOTES! DAMN THINGS WILL BE WORTH A FORTUNE IN A DAY OR TWO.”

Click.

Brian chuckled in spite of himself. Yak was always the same. Dude was the only reason the little company he worked for was still a head above water. He may be a little rough around the edges, but he sure knew how to make his people work.

Speaking of work, Brian pulled out and activated his pad, a blank screen popping up in front of him, and after a few keystrokes, Brian entered his notes program and had made a new entry, aptly titled: shootout.

Then he closed his eyes and focused. Focused on that little annoying part in the back of his brain he ignored 98% of the day, when he wasn’t playing hide-and-seek. He started to read the environment. He started to focus on his PET waves, expanding their radius slowly, searching for the two large sources of the railgun blasts, and with the amount of firepower going down, it wasn’t hard to find. Consciously isolating these two groups Brian began trying to glean what info he could. Seemed to be about 20 people left on one side…. Make that 21 with the one hiding behind the car a bit away from the group to the 17 on the other side. Neither side had any ridiculous PET users it seemed like, or at least, nobody was using PETs as far as he could tell with all the railgun blasts flying around. Speaking of, it was odd, one side’s railgun blasts seemed to be near universal in energy, meaning the same firearms, vs the mishmash on the other side. Seemed to indicate corporation or paramilitary on the side of order vs some sort of organized crime on the other. Interesting.

Brian opened his eyes, letting go of the small details in his head, but keeping the basic map of the battlefield in the back of his head (in case someone started heading at him, so he could book it). Then he began to write. He began to write all the notes he could think of, until he finally started to draw blanks. Now came the tricky part. Brian poked his head up and peeked over the hood of the thankfully still in-tact car he was hiding behind to get a look at these fighters with his own eyes.

At least he wasn’t bored of pompous windbags anymore, Brian mused.

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"SLEEP. YOU OF ALL MEN DESERVE REST."

The blade slid put effortlessly, and yet barely stained; a special coating ensure that blood slipped off the sword easily. And yet it still cascaded as the suited businessman, hoarse voice trying to cry for help as his lungs emptied, groped at Stalker's neck, trying to strangle him in vain. Finally, the squirming subsided.

Stalker sheathed his blade and listened. Yes, footsteps were approaching. ArmuCorp Sentinels, no doubt.

He turned around, putting his back to the businessman's desk, and gripped the hilt of his sword.

Focus.

When the door opened, Stalker glided forward at high speed, amputating the first Sentinel as soon as he opened the door. The next Sentinel raised his rifle, but his stomach was already penetrated by Auranium. As he fell, a third tried to call for backup; a quick jab at the radio and a slice slightly below the jawline, and he was on the ground, blood pouring from his neck. All in the space of five seconds.

His escape now unobstructed, Stalker returned to the businessman's desk. One last thing to do.

Minutes later, he was out the window.

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"Sir."

"Yes?"

"All of them are dead."

"As if it wasn't obvious..."

"What's, uh, more, sir, is that we know who did it."

"..."

"Have a look at this."

"A lotus brand. So this is the same fucker who hit the Corpus and OrionTec?"

"And now he's onto us."

"As if we didn't have enough problems..."

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Character Portrait: Amada Rubi
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The fluorescent dark of the city night was punctuated by a hot, orange ember that grew into a fiery gold. Shimmering briefly, it faded back to a dim burn, a wispy, pungent cloud following moments after. Amada closed her eyes as she took another drag, focusing on the flavor of the smoke; the heat as it rushed into her lungs. Her shoulders slumped lazily, the back of her head propped against a wall, a thin smile curving her lips. It had been a long day, and it was not quite over yet. The cigarette helped to make her feel more relaxed - a quick escape, a temporary distraction to clear her head. Honestly, she would have preferred a hot cup of coffee, or maybe some gin, but one was currently unattainable, and the other for after she had clocked out. This was fine, for now.

Something reached her ear, and her eyes slowly opened. Shifting her weight, she leaned to her right and peaked around the corner. Beyond was an alley. Dark. Much darker than where she was stood. Nothing looked to particularly demand her attention. She settled herself again, sucking in another deep breath.

"Careful," a voice, coming out hollowed by the receiver in her ear, cautioned, "Looks like we've got some movement."

"Kindly be more specific?" Amada asked, barely moving her lips, voice kept low so as not to arouse suspicion.

A broken scoff, "Yeah, sure. Just lemme hit that magical button that brings up more precise info. 'Cuz that's a thing."

"Keep up with the lip, I'm gonna tears yours off." She straightened her posture, preparing herself regardless. Unspecified as the intel was, she would have been a fool not to heed it. Her gaze slowly roamed the street, passing over pedestrians, cars, garish neon signs, and storefronts. None of it screamed danger. Not yet. That was the worst part. "Mercer, can you hand me anything more concrete, or are your ears as bad as your dumbass friend's?"

"Don't rope me in with him, please," a tired sigh answered, sounding all the more weathered through the comm link.

"You're gonna throw me under the b-"

"Parker," Amada exhaled his name, along with a puff of smoke, "Intel. Until you have it, feel free to keep shutting up."

Mercer continued. "Reports of movement are all we're getting. Not sure if it's a stonewall, or nobody's got a solid lock."

"If somebody's not doing their job right, we've just got to set the goddamn example for them." Pushing herself off the wall, she was about to go on a little stroll, when she noticed the sounds of a struggle. Sharp impacts of something soft - bodies, more than likely. Then a gunshot, and a shrill cry. She had her gun in hand with a single, fluid reflex, tilting her head as she tried to see what was going on. "We-"

"Contacts! We've got confirmation, multiple contacts!" Parker alerted, tone urgent. His words were accompanied by a veritable rush of gunfire from behind her. Amada about faced and moved for cover as a nearby car exploded with a heavy clap and rush of intense heat.

"Christ, I'd like some decent goddamned warning for a change!" Amada snarled, performing a cursory assessment of the situation. She pulled out her tactical glasses and slipped them on. The HUD came online, quickly tracking friendlies by their IFFs and painting them in green. Anyone with a gun who wasn't tagged turned into fair game. She spotted a couple out in the open and lit them up. Four squeezes of the trigger, two rounds in each body. They fell, and she moved on for a better vantage. "Do we have eyes overhead?"

"Working on it," Mercer informed, barely any tension in his voice. The fighting seemed to be moving, and she bolted across the street, right into a guy as he stepped out from his cover. Before he had a chance of reacting, Amada kicked in his left knee. He fell, screaming, and then dropped as she stuck her knife in his throat. The blade came back out as easily as it went in, and she was on her way again.

"I'm not sure which is gonna be more interesting," she mused while repositioning, "The fight, or watching the cleanup."

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Guy stepped out of the cab, a slight breeze rustling through his short hair. It was a long day, even longer and less exciting than most. About once a month his employers would receive a call requesting him personally to assist with systems maintenance at the nearest Air Purifying Center, so he would be rushed out to the site at some ungodly hour to fix anything from the PET converters to the microwave in the staff room. Once he arrived, however, it was always the same excuse: "Oh, hey Guy! We hit the fridge with a wrench and it started working again. However, while you're here..." He would then spend the next 12 hours strapped into some type of contraption that siphoned his shield energy to clean some of the pollutants left over from when people still burned coal or petroleum to do anything. To them it was free labor; to Guy, it was 12 hours at the usual rate to do nothing. But it did tire him out, and for some reason he always needed to unwind after one of the sessions.

The cab pulled away as soon as he was out. Since Guy was a regular the driver had his account info on file, so paying the fare would be performed automatically later that night. He looked up at the sign above his usual stomping grounds, a small bar called "The Silver Stallion." The building had an Old Western theme, down to the two-way swinging doors and weathered signs advertising whiskey and sarsaparilla. He'd arrived just in time for Silver Rush Hour, where drinks were half off and some type of aspiring musician would be playing whatever the kids called "music" nowadays. He was only here for one of those things, but sometimes he was pleasantly surprised by the entertainment.

With a flourish Guy flicked a cigarette into his mouth and lit it, inhaling deeply. It was time to unwind.

Before he could take a step toward the door the first gunshot went off. It wasn't unusual for a mugger to actually kill someone around these parts, however Guy automatically threw on his protective armor. From any onlooker they could only see a slight shimmer, like he was surrounded by a fine silvery mesh. The armor also protected his hair from the wind, so he supposed someone perceptive enough might be able to notice that too. Still, once he was in the bar he wouldn't have to worry about muggers, so he continued on without much thought. By his third step everything was chaos.

Gunmen were pouring out of buildings, filling the already crowded street with magnetically accelerated death. People were running for cover, diving to get out of the way. They often never made it. Cars erupted into deadly fireballs, killing those who cowered behind them. For a few seconds, Guy was thrown off balance, just staring at everything unfolding around him. Then an internal alarm went off as he felt a tingling sensation in the shield on his left forearm. He instinctively poured his shield's strength over the area, but maybe not fast enough.

The stray bullet that hit his left forearm had left the "pointy end" of a railgun. Railguns converted a ton of PET energy into an instantaneous current at an order he could barely comprehend for one sole purpose: to kill someone as quickly as humanly possible. Which is why he was not surprised to find himself thrown violently into the exterior of the bar. He slumped against the wall. Luckily his head was protected by his shield, so he did not fall unconscious, but the pain stabbed into his mind. He looked at his arm, expecting to see a ragged hole in his elbow painting the sidewalk crimson. He was shocked to see that his arm was not only intact, but his shirt sleeve was unbroken. He flexed the arm to find that, while it hurt, there did not seem to be any broken bones. Somehow he had managed to save himself from everything but some very serious bruises in the morning. He took a moment to wonder how that would've turned out if he'd had one of those PET-powered bubble shields too.

Guy took a swig of the liquid courage in his flask, stood up, and pulled out his heaviest wrench. He wasn't one for heroics, but tonight he'd make an exception. He dashed into the fray, hoping to save anyone who wasn't dead and to potentially repay the asshole who'd shot him in full.

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"Who is he?"

The man whimpered slightly as she pressed the barrel of her gun against his head. Sweat slowly slipped down his temples. She clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and placed her finger against the trigger. "I don't know!" he exclaimed. "Please, don't kill me."

"Scum."

She dropped the gun and began walking away. A small click echoed in her mind, causing her to spin around and shoot the man in the head. "Dammit!" she whined, slamming her palm against her forehead. "I wasn't supposed to kill the bastard. Stupid ass reflexes. Now what am I suppo-"

A gunshot cut her off. She felt the woosh of a bullet next to her head. With a pivot of her foot, she shot the man in the head. Her bluetooth rang and she answered it. "Where are you, Caroline?" the voice questioned. "I need you to pick up the notes for tomorrow at the office."

Caroline Teach shot two more men in succession before answering, "Sorry, Kalder. I'm a little held up right now."

Two more shots. "What's that noise?" Kalder questioned.

"Nothing. Just watching some old action movies."

"...I thought you were held up?"

"I am. Look, I'll get them for you. Bye now."

"Caro-"

She hung up and continued to shoot the perpetrators, probably some of the man's goons. A bullet whistled past her as she ducked behind an wall. "I want her dead!" someone screamed.

Caroline peered out from behind the wall, knocking two more men out of play. Her eyes scanned for the source of the voice as she shot a man attempting to sneak up behind her. There was a flicker of movement on a fire escape. "Got you," she whispered. After rolling back her shoulders, she raised her single pistol and aimed for the figure. He had stopped, making her job much easier. "Night, night."

His body toppled off of the building before she could pull the trigger. Caroline stood quickly, watching the darkness. Who's there?"

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Huey moved in closer to the fight one piece of cover at a time. Honestly, it might not have been that necessary to be so careful; the two sides were 100% focused on each other. As he got closer, he could see in far more detail about what was going on. He first saw a woman charge down and kill some of the mobsters like she was just going for a simple stroll. Another person was hiding behind cover-- was he taking notes? Huey supposed he must have been some kind of reporter or something. There was also... wait a minute, was that Guy? What on earth was he doing here, last Huey knew he had a nice job fixing up broken stuff. Why on earth did it look like he was trying to get into this fight with only a wrench?

He suddenly threw himself to the side as a bullets started to spray the area he had been standing. Some of the stray bullets that would have hit him were stopped cold by his kinetic dampening shield, which was good. What was not good was the fact that 2 or 3 people had turned off their current targets to focus him. They had him pinned down pretty well, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

First off, he was able to pick up a lot of the small chunks of road that had been shot off and fire them at the people who had him pinned with his telekinesis. The rocks weren't thrown any faster than he could throw by hand, but that was because these rocks were a mere distraction; one that worked, as it turned out. One of them dodged out of the way of the rocks, but the other two got hit. They staggered for just a second, but that was more than long enough for Huey to put a couple bullets in them. He went with nonlethal takedowns, but they were definitely out of the fight, judging by the way that their knees had been blown out completely. The person who had dived for cover popped out then, but he was taken down instantly. This shot was definitely lethal, but Huey did not have time to admire his work. Guy had charged into a group of men, and while he could take out those in front of him, he didn't see a pair of men coming up behind him. That was not good.

Huey ran flat out toward Guy as he threw out his power. He pulled one of the men away violently, smashing them into a wall. The other turned in surprise just in time for Huey to smash the butt of his gun into his neck. The man collapsed bonelessly as Huey turned to fire off some rounds at the men in front of Guy. One went down to Huey's bullets as the others went down due to a massive swing of his wrench. Huey quickly pulled him down into cover before more people could fire upon them. He teased good-naturedly, "Well, what a place to meet again, eh Guy? Hope this isn't your day job, you need a little but more experience, and you are already looking like an old man."

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From cover, Guy waved over to the nearest car. A young man opened the door and immediately burst into the alleyway he had been attempting to secure. Once he had gone from sight Guy made sure to return his shield to himself. Now that that was taken care of, and by now all the civilians left were either dead or gone, he turned to Huey.

"Yeah, well breaking stuff is for the young people. The old people are all the ones who fix everything for you kids to smash again. Do you realize how much paperwork someone's gonna have to fill on those potholes you just made?"

He flicked his cigarette into a pile of burning debris. For the past couple whacks of his wrench he'd been sucking on filter. He took a chance to look over the low wall they were crouched behind. There was still some back and forth fighting going on, but if Huey was here, from what he'd heard, there wouldn't be too much trouble wrapping everything up. Plus there was a woman in dark clothing that seemed to know what she was doing. Lethally, yes, but to each their own. The kid hiding behind a car with a keyboard was other news, however... he mumbled something under his breath about how kids couldn't put down their damn boards for a few minutes, but he didn't think Huey could hear.

"The one with the stabby-stabby-shooty-shooty, she with you? Because I'd hate to be on her bad side." He made sure his armor covered his kidneys for good measure. "And that writer better get out of here before some random guy shoots up that car he's hiding behind. Unless he wants awards. I hear dead writers get the best awards."

He peeked over again to confirm a pattern he'd seen. "Regardless, we need to take the rest out before the fight moves any further up the street. I'd hate for the Stallion to get too shot up." He realized they were moving closer to the orphanage, but didn't want to explicitly bring it up in case these guys were really after Huey. Wouldn't want to give them any tips for where to start shooting.

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Stalker had been walking the empty streets for about ten minutes, getting as far away as he could from the ArmuCorp Citadel as he could, when the gunshots started.

They started, along with the screaming, when Stalker was approximately fifty metres away from the source. Railguns, certainly; he could feel the magnetic pulses lightly fondling his exosuit. Something was amiss.

Stalker drew his handgun out of a coat pocket, the trusted Zenith, and looked around for a place to elevate himself to a position where he could view the situation at minimal risk. Failing that, his only choice was to advance forward, slowly cutting through alley and side streets until he could smell the blood. Finally, he was there.

By now the magnetic pulses were like waves breaking against a beach; the sheer amount of firing going on was nearly insurmountable. They were incredibly powerful railguns, too; almost certainly corporate. No one else could afford them, surely.

Turning a corner, the battle was finally visible: a group of corporate security guards, fighting some members of the criminal underworld. A curiosity, but one that required observation; could these criminals hold off the corporates? If so, Stalker was impressed; but not enough to prevent him from killing any survivors at the end anyways. That's what they got for making such a disruption. Stalker remained within the shadows, taking an opportunity to shoot out a nearby neon sign that exposed him somewhat; no one would hear the shot off to the side here.

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"The stabby-stabby-shooty-shooty chick? Never seen her before in my life," Huey snarked back, "but I can definitely see where you are coming from with that one." She was certainly cutting down the gangsters pretty efficiently, far more so then they were doing in return. Only 2 or 3 of the corporate troops were down as compared to 15 or 20 of the criminals. So far so good.

But then guy pointed out something he hadn't noticed; they were rather close to the orphanage. "Yeah," he responded once more, "lets try to end this before things really started to get messy. You wanna make sure no one sneaks up on us?" Without waiting for a response, he took his rifle off his lower back. It was still in the compacted mode used to make it take up much less space (not to mention to be less noticeable) but it took only a moment or two for it to flip out into its full glory. And then, it was go time.

Huey braced the gun on the hood of the car that the pair was hiding behind, keeping his profile as low as he could. Through his sunglasses, he could see a basic HUD that told him various information such as distance to the target, wind speed and direction, time, and other useful things. At the moment, he didn't really need any of it; they were at such a close range that he would give up his rifle willingly if he missed. A deep breath later, he was already firing. He was aiming for non-lethal takedowns for now, which involved him taking out peoples knees and legs. Quite honestly, a good number of them would probably never walk again, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. At least they were still alive.

His shooting was smooth and mechanical, almost robotic. It was no surprised that in less than 8 seconds later, ten shots had put ten people on the ground. He pulled out his magazine to reload, but one he did he saw the fighting was over. The woman had taken out the rest of the main group, and looking behind him he could see that Guy had beat a couple more himself. Only one thing left to do then.

He re-compacted his rifle and slung it in its place along his lower back. He stepped out from behind his cover slowly and as smoothly as he could, his halfway up to show he was unarmed. He called out, "You mind not killing the ones that aren't already dead? It would be nice to see what kind of bounties they have."

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To say they lacked discipline would have been.. generous. As far she could tell, their "training" - if one wanted to call it such - probably amounted to little more than: "This end is where the shooty stuff happens." They had no control, and their trigger fingers were much too itchy. Popping off round after round in rapid succession in the general direction of the target. Sure, Amada had heard the term "spray and spray" before, but never actually encountered it. Mildly amusing, for sure. Leading shots also appeared a foreign concept, she imagined they simply pointed and fired, because all their bullets ended up just behind her. Even with the extreme velocity of a railgun slug, travel time was still a thing.

They were spread out, and scattering as the corporate troops thinned their ranks. That made getting up close even easier, and she took every opportunity. A gun provided a false sense of security. It presented a hypothetical comfort zone, allowing you to hold your enemy off within a certain perimeter of your effective range. Unfortunately for them, that only worked if you had the awareness to enforce it. All it took was a basic distraction. Their eyes veered off, locking onto someone or something else, and then she was behind them. She could not help but spare a quick, "'Sup," right before breaking a windpipe. He dropped his gun, clutching his throat, eyes bugging. His buddy swung around to meet her, and for his trouble he got a knife straight through his wrist. She wrenched the knife down, forcing him to his knees, and executed him with a single shot. The slug passed out the back of his skull, burrowing through the pavement below.

Up ahead, another group was just taking notice. Four of them had ducked into an alley. Her angle gave a perfect vantage of three, the last was just a head poking out from around the corner. Sidestepping apprehensively, she raised her sidearm and squeezed the trigger. The top of the fourth punk's head turned into confetti and a chunk of the wall beside the others shattered, spraying them with shrapnel shorn off by the force of the impact. The least affected went down first, and she dropped the others before they recovered.

"Okay, okay, okay," Mercer mumbled through the comm. "Finally got some overhead, that gives us a nice spectrum. Don't think you really need it, at this point. Looks like the festivities are dying down."

"Hey, I'm not complaining." Amada watched the IFFs as they bobbed around on her HUD, a map of the small section of the city the fighting occupied gave her their exact positions. "I don't think we're getting overtime for this anyway, so fuck it." Just as she was starting to feel like she could relax a little, another bunch that had been cornered pushed back. Slugs whizzed by into the street, and Amada went for cover before returning fire. To her surprise, gunshots rang out from behind her. Rifle rounds pounded the hostiles, but all the inflicted wounds were nonlethal. "Oh, great," she rolled her eyes. That could only mean one thing.

Once they had been thoroughly.. decommissioned.. Amada stepped out tentatively, warily searching for any more surprises. Spying nothing, she looked back to where the shots had come from. The gunman in question stepped out from behind a car, hands slightly up in a peace offering. "You mind not killing the ones that aren't already dead? It would be nice to see what kind of bounties they have." Her eyes swept over him in a cursory analysis, and then briefly hopped to another man a bit behind him.

"Shoulda known the gunshots would have the rats scurrying. Afraid someone's going to screw over your claims?" Amada flicked her knife, casting any lingering drops of blood onto the ground, before sheathing it. Her pistol stayed in her hand as a precaution, but it lingered at her side. "Look, I don't have anything against saving a few bullets. If you wanna get to scavenging, you're more than welcome to," she sneered, momentarily glancing aside to check her peripheral. "Just try not to do anything overly stupid, would you? Gonna have enough paperwork to file, as it is." She shifted her weight, sliding her right foot back a few inches.

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Brian's predominant thought as the fight went down was how much he detested the taste of bile in his throat. The blood just... everywhere from the gunshots. From experience with the aftermath of shootings he could tell this one was rather surgical for a fight of this scale, but still. The amount of blood spattered in the streets, and the SCREAMS. Oh god the screams of these people... it reminded him of the old adage "war is hell".

But he watched, transfixed on the action, his mind focusing solely on the battle unfolding before him, attempting to drown the combat roars and the screams of bloodlust, death, pain, and fear from bystander and combatant alike. He watched as the uniformed group began methodically destroying their opposition, even though from what he could tell they were attacked first. One thing of note he made as the gangsters (as he was labeling them) began retreating is the addition of a third group into the fray. Seemed to be a two-man team. They weren't uniformed in their combat or tactics like the corp.... WAS THAT A GOD-DAMNED WRENCH!? Some dude was in there hitting people with a WRENCH!?

Brian raised an eyebrow at the curiosity in the fray and immediately began to look more closely at this guy... From what he could tell this man was a civvie, he seemed to have no real combat gear... but he seemed to be by FAR the greatest PET wave emission in this firefight. Even through the railgun blasts Brian could tell that. Guessing by the nature of the wrench (Brian still smirked to himself at the comedy in bringing a wrench to a gunfight)he guessed this guy was specialized in some sort of physical manipulaion PET waves. Either deflecting, or telekenesis, or something like that. Brian made a mental note of this guy as a potential "main character" for his story (sort of an everyman, caught up in the corporate-gangster shootout bullshit) and moved onto his partner.

This one seemed to be better equipped than "the repairman", armed with a pistol and it looked like a shield from what he could tell... He seemed to be a damn cool head too, shooting mechanically during the firefight, while it looked like just chatting with wrenchhead over there (it seemed like he was joking around, possibly friends?). This one also seemed to be using PETs as evidenced by the body throwing stunt he pulled as he went over to his current position. Specialized in Telekenesis most likely, rather strong to pick up multiple people at once as well, he noted. Other than that he didn't seem too specia.... Never mind.

It seemed like a switch had just been flipped. Suddenly the telekenesis guy whipped out a rifle and mounted it on the front of the cover he was behind. Brian immediately made note in his head about this guy. I mean, who carries a rifle with them on a daily basis? He wasn't corporate and CERTAINLY wasn't gangster (considering he was shooting them up) so... didn't leave many options in his head... perhaps bounty hunter he reflected on his initial thought of the shooting... He could dwell upon it later. But as he was thinking this he was transfixed as the guy launched ten rapid shots from the rifle with terrifying accuracy. Short story, this guy was DAMN scary.

And just like that, the fighting was over. He scanned over the battlefield and the carnage, bile once again rising to his throat, almost forgotten before in his focus on the fight and possible payday. It didn't seem like anyone was escaping from the side of the gangsters he noted as well, scanning with his own PET waves. It seemed a complete rout. Taking a glance over at the victorious groups he quickly identified the leader of the corporate force as she flicked away blood from her knife and shot a couple words at the other pair.

Scary. Maybe he could avoid interviewing her.

At this point he was nearly fully standing, leaning against what he now noted to be a VERY nice car he had used for cover. Oh well, at least he hadn't puked on it. He decided to let the cheering crowds and the adreneline die down a bit as he took a deep breath and sat on the car's hood determining he REALLY needed that drink later. Maybe it could get this shitty taste out of his throat.

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With the corporates victorious and the last dregs of the gangsters' forces in flight, the situation was clear. A small number of militarily-equipped corporates, the leader being the almost disturbingly efficient woman who had almost singlehandedly butchered the gangsters. Not a threat, assuming Stalker could get the jump on her, and the corporate soldiers themselves would be easy; he had survived hundreds of them in the past. Two heavily-armed men who seemed somewhat unaligned, crouching behind a car. They were slightly more unpredictable; one of them with a rifle was looking in the other direction and would take a while to turn it around, but he appeared to have telekinetic PET powers which presented a danger. His companion was armed only with a wrench, but the fact that he had charged into such a crossfire with it and survived guaranteed that he had some form of PET powers. Some distance away, an unarmed man with a notebook was behind a car, but he would be no threat at all.

Stalker shook his head; why was he considering butchering these anyways? What would he do with them at all? The corporates would most likely kill him should they recognize him, and as for the others, he had no vendetta against them.

Further observation was a must; Stalker had already bloodied his hands tonight and there was no reason to bloody them yet again.

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Guy tried to avoid watching the battle as the both the woman in the black coat and Huey methodically took out the remaining gangsters in the street. He could stomach seeing the violence during a fight, that was normal enough... but this was a massacre. People dying left and right- Huey could try to go nonlethal if he wanted, but nothing was stopping the girl- and he could barely stand it. It wasn't so much the fact that it was chilling to see a grown man's head explode like a piñata at a 12 year old's birthday party, but the fact that he was becoming more accustomed to that brand of violence as time went on. He made sure to remind himself that he should move to a better neighborhood when he could afford it.

To keep his mind off the battle he focused on keeping a shield around the people who needed it. Protecting a corporate guy here, trying to lessen a fatal shot to only a debilitating injury there... that type of good guy stuff. He found himself mostly watching over the one other person who wasn't knee deep in a pile of some guy's blood, and that was that writer. He probably didn't notice all the shrapnel and other nonsense flying his way as he stuffed his face into that projected screen he was constantly writing in. Not that any of it made it within a meter of the kid with the invisible net surrounding him. He saw the kid's eyes darting everywhere on the battlefield, even himself for a few moments, and it made him kind of uneasy. If he turned up on some random blog somewhere it would be nothing but hell from his coworkers.

Soon enough the battle was over... or he at least guessed so from the uneasy silence that fell over everyone. He tilted his head back and took a massive swig from his flask of mystery drink before standing up next to Huey. Huey put his weapon aside when he spoke to the gunwoman, but Guy shouldered his 'weapon' casually and tossed another cigarette into his mouth. "You mind not killing the ones that aren't already dead? It would be nice to see what kind of bounties they have." Guy had to hand it to him; the kid had balls. Not that he probably couldn't handle himself, it was just a hell of a way to talk to a woman. Kids had no respect these days.

"Shoulda known the gunshots would have the rats scurrying. Afraid someone's going to screw over your claims? Look, I don't have anything against saving a few bullets. If you wanna get to scavenging, you're more than welcome to. Just try not to do anything overly stupid, would you? Gonna have enough paperwork to file, as it is."

Well, that was that then. Guy realized he'd been holding his breath and let it out. He wasn't sure how the kids would interact; it could have easily ended in another gunfight as far as he knew. He lit his cigarette and took a long drag. "Well then, if you need me I'll be at the Stallion." The bar was not one to shut down because of a little gunfight, even if the streets were emptied. Likely the barkeep had made drinks half priced so people were more likely to spend all their cash for that one last drink before they were potentially blown away. The bar was fun on a quiet night, but the best stories were told (or made) when everyone there was borderline blackout. That was something he could hardly pass up. He started over to the bar, focusing on the swinging doors instead of the pools of blood gathering in the street.

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"Shoulda known the gunshots would have the rats scurrying. Afraid someone's going to screw over your claims? Look, I don't have anything against saving a few bullets. If you wanna get to scavenging, you're more than welcome to. Just try not to do anything overly stupid, would you? Gonna have enough paperwork to file, as it is."

"Well, I like to think of myself as a better scavenger than a rat... maybe a hyena, or a vulture." Huey took the jab with good humor as he walked over to the people he downed. As he heard Guy's comment, he responded, "Save me a seat old man, I will be right there after I am done with this."

Looking down at one of the people he took out, he pressed a finger to the side of his glasses. His shades were custom designed and state of the art, but it was only thanks to Eva that he could do this. A box formed around the face of one of the men at his feet and, after a brief pause, displayed connected to it his name, bounty, rapsheet, and all sorts of other things about his life. Really, it was amazing what you could get when you crossed cutting edge facial recognition software with the power of the internet.

In the end though, they were all pretty much small-fry. None of them was worth the trouble of waiting around for, so he went over to take a look at the ones that had been killed next. He glanced at a few of them, til he glanced at the one missing part of his skull.

It took a moment for the software to identify him, but when it did, he let out a whistle of appreciation. "Damn, this guy was worth quite a bit. Also says there is a reward for turning in something he stole." Patted the guy down, found what he was looking for in a pants pocket, and turned around to the women. He threw something small at her in a soft arc. "Well, your kill, your spoils. Don't spend it all in one place, Miss Amada Rubi. Man, I can't believe people still use jump drives in this day and age."

He turned and started to walk away. He went to flip of his facial recognition (it was funny what you could do with that), then, out of habit, flickered his infrared vision for a second. While he didn't make any obvious signs of surprise, he did raise a deliberate eyebrow at shady spot he passed, before he walked by the writer. He called out in passing to the poor guy, "You might want to get a drink too man, you are as pale as a ghost." And with that last comment, he slipped by him and straight down to the Stallion.

He took a seat next to his old acquaintance at the bar. He flicked his hand up to look at what he had stashed up his sleeve. It was a small electronic device, one that had been designed to do one specific task; copy the contents of an electronic device. He stored it back up his sleeve as quickly as he had taken it out, then turned to the scruffy mechanic. "Well, what a way to meet up again, huh?"

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Amada snorted, the corner of her lips quirking into a minute smirk at the bounty hunter's remark. He had guts, and she wasn't one to fault somebody for that. That depended on how exactly they used their nerve. Her eyes rolled to the other guy, the one with the.. wrench. He was quick to excuse himself from the proceedings, something she was a little envious of. Until they got an all clear, she wasn't going anywhere just yet.

"Cleaners are on the way, and the PR lackeys are going with them. Preliminary reports will be coming in soon after." Mercer relayed, sounding more worn out every time he opened his mouth. Now that all the action had passed, they were starting to feel the weight of the night bearing down on them, along with the rest of the day before it.

"Real glad they're the ones handling it. Shooting people's simple, easing their minds isn't really my forte." She watched the gunman check out the downed hostiles, living and deceased. He did not seem particularly excited about any of them, which was not a surprise. Most thugs on the street had little more than pocket change to their name, if that. Going out of your way to hunt down the big names just felt like too much work; especially annoying when everyone else would be targeting them, too. She preferred having a steady source of income, as opposed to the occasional big payday.

"Damn, this guy was worth quite a bit. Also says there is a reward for turning in something he stole." Her interrupted her thoughts, and started patting down the corpse. She was about to comment on the matter, when he suddenly tossed her something. She snatched it out of the air, and furrowed her brow. "Well, your kill, your spoils. Don't spend it all in one place, Miss Amada Rubi. Man, I can't believe people still use jump drives in this day and age." According to her history class, privacy had used to be a thing. Then the internet happened. Still, she was marginally piqued at how casual he was about spouting her identity.

"How altruistic of you." Amada kept a steady eye on him as he headed over to a nearby bar, where his buddy had trundled off to before.

"You might want to get a drink too man, you are as pale as a ghost." The gunman called out to somebody hiding behind a car. Who in their right mind would be stupid enough to hang around who was not some bounty hunter or corporate security?

Tucking the unexpected reward into an interior pocket, she strolled slowly over and cocked an eyebrow at the kid. She had the answer the moment her eyes fell on his pad. "You know, using freedom of the press as an excuse to sensationalize this shit is pretty low. You about done, or am I gonna have to find someone to escort you out of the area?" Amada gestured around with her pistol. Never aiming it at him, but showing it off to let him get her meaning. If there was one thing she had learned from the bureaucratic dropouts responsible for the company's image, it was that subtlety and suggestion were preferable when dealing with someone not pointing a firearm at you. Mostly because it permitted deniability. No, officer, I was only asking if he wanted protection while leaving a potentially dangerous district.

Glancing around reflexively, she noticed a busted sign. Earlier it had been casting an ugly neon light over the immediate surroundings, but it looked like a bullet had punched through it. Gaze drifting, she spied what looked almost like a figure standing cloaked in darkness. Blinking rapidly, she readjusted her position, and turned her attention back to the reporter.

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As the woman's gaze passed over him, Stalker tensed up instinctively, his hand twitching towards the holster he kept within his jacket. He scanned her facial expression; she was obviously suspicious, but without anything to reinforce it, she had obviously decided to leave him alone. All good.

The issue was escaping without notice; Miss Rubi, as Stalker had learned her name was, had no lack of good eyesight. One small untoward motion at this range and not even a repolarization of her weapon's firing rails would stop the bullet. Kevlar was only so effective as a lifesaver.

But then, was escape even necessary? If he was fast enough on the draw, he would easily be able to disable her long before anyone else could get him within his sights.

But first, a distraction.

Stalker's suit, so blessedly equipped with the ability to modify magnetic fields, had come in useful so often; from repolarizing the firing rails of railguns, changing their bullet's trajectory completely, to the movement of small and simple metallic objects, it had saved his life more often than not; and now, the tiny shake of a small object conveniently located within a garbage bin near Miss Rubi, would serve as the perfect distraction.

Hopefully.

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The stallion was the same as usual, despite the recent events. It was a medium-sized building, lined with old wooden tables and a long bar against the leftmost wall. Each round table had eight rough steel-reinforced wooden chairs around them, and at the moment all but one of those tables was full. The right wall also had a few booths with plump leather cushions, however most of these were full of some of the shadier customers the bar served. Before moving towards his seat Guy noted a clump of people sitting closest to the door that looked rather flustered. They probably ducked in when the gunfight started outside.

Guy took a seat at his usual stool at the far side of the bar. The stool was constructed of old-fashioned brass and stretched, beaten leather that complemented the aged wood countertop. The counter was lined with an assortment of taps that led to kegs concealed under the bar. Against the back wall was a large set of shelves lined with a variety of cheap liquors and craft beers, and below that was a locked safe containing the expensive stuff. The only modern thing in this bar was the new-age dish cleaner that stood in the corner. It could wash, sanitize and dry all of the mugs and glasses used by the patrons in a matter of minutes.

The bartender slid over to his spot the moment he was comfortable. He was a medium-sized man, somewhat brawny and sporting a large, graying-brow handlebar mustache and two bushy caterpillar eyebrows. He was polishing a mug with a dirty rag, leaving smears on what was previously clean glass. He spoke with a false Texan accent. "I see all that noise finally died down. I was afraid those poor bastards near the door were gonna to make a dash for their cars. Anyhow, what can I getcha?"

"I'll have the three-for-one deal tonight. And use a fresh glass this time; last week I almost swallowed a mug full of whatever's on that old rag of yours."

Guy ignored the disdainful look from the barkeep and waited for his drinks to arrive. Shortly after, he heard the doors swing open with a distinctive creak. He briefly nodded at Huey as he sat on the vacant stool next to him. He noticed him flourishing some type of device as he took his seat, but ignored it; Huey seemed to be flashier than he was as a kid. "Well, what a way to meet up again, huh?"

Guy snorted as the bartender placed three tall mugs of slightly skunked ale on the counter in front of him. He examined the glass and, finding it satisfactory, took a long drink. He placed the mug back on the counter and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "That's putting it lightly, kid. It's been what, thirteen years since I left the orphanage? And back then you were just a dumb kid who kept trying to be a hero. Now I see you killing street thugs like they were cockroaches that got in your bed. I'd heard rumors, but I never thought you'd be so... efficient." He paused and took another long sip from his mug. "I'd offer one of my drinks, but it's probably not the type of stuff you're used to drinking, Mr. Penthouse."

He was being a bit rough, but Huey probably knew him enough to know how he was. Guy was actually pretty happy to see someone else who'd made it out of the orphanage without getting stuck on the streets, even if he didn't say it up front.

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Brian looked over his initial notes as he dimly spectated the aftermath movement with his PET waves. To be honest, there was not much, just his hunches about gangster vs paramilitary and the basic rundown of the firefight. The most important notes he deemed were the ones on the oddball pair that had showed up. For sure they were his angle in this story he thought to himself as he mulled over the situation. And regaining his composure. That too. That was important.

That was also apparently obvious to the others around as he broke from his deep thought to an offhanded "You might want to get a drink too man, you are as pale as a ghost.". Brian inwardly cured as he noticed one of the three people he was trying to track go sauntering by him, and one of the others was missing. Great. Great job you are doing there Bry, way to step it up. He sighed as he watched the guy walk over and into some bar-type-thing or another. Seemed to be styled after the old west cowboy crap. Eh, good enough for him he pondered as he looked over and considered making his way over there.

That is, until he was rudely interrupted AGAIN by one of the three people he was trying to keep track of... AGAIN.

They say two out of three ain't bad? Well he just hit three for three in not being able to keep track of them. Way to go champ.

"You know, using freedom of the press as an excuse to sensationalize this shit is pretty low. You about done, or am I gonna have to find someone to escort you out of the area?" Ms. Scary herself grumbled at him as he stood up free of the car, and finally put away his pad that she was eyeing. Last thing he needed was her to try to confiscate that. His entire notes from his meeting earlier were on there too right now. Of course, the thing was armed to the teeth with internal security (can never be too careful) but depending on her resources... he'd rather not risk it. Whelp, looked like it was time to take his leave.

"Ah, sorry about that." He smiled sheepishly at her "Sensationalize may be the wrong way to put it from where I am standing though. Someone is gonna talk, I may as well make a living out of it and get the facts straight. Leave it to the big news guys to 'sensationalize'" He smirked out of the corner of his mouth at his unintended rhyme, though admittedly, that may be the wrong decision with how she was waving that gun around. It seemed she clearly didn't want him around any longer, and wise-cracks might not be the way to go. "But I hear ya." He continued, "My work here is done so I'll get outta here so you can do yours. I think I'll be fine finding my way out of here though. I'm just gonna head over there to get a drink first. Maybe it can stop my throat from tasting like shit. Have a good one." He said that last line as he started to back away and turn from her and let out another breath, hoping not to get shot in the back. He didn't have a really good read on her yet, but she didn't seem the type to just shoot a reporter like him being an innocent and all, but.... well he did say he hadn't gotten a good read on her yet.

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Before her new "friend" could respond, something caught her ear. Her head whipped around, eyes narrowing warily. It had sounded metallic; hollow, even. A brief, dull echo. Nothing stood out in the least. It was just an empty, spottily lit street. Willing herself to relax a little, Amada focused again on the journalist.

"Ah, sorry about that." The kid said, obviously trying to act chastened. A good way to not get a bullet in you, that. Depending on who you were dealing with. As she stood, Amada was feeling somewhat humanitarian. The corners of her mouth quirked. "Sensationalize may be the wrong way to put it from where I am standing though. Someone is gonna talk, I may as well make a living out of it and get the facts straight. Leave it to the big news guys to 'sensationalize'" He smirked, maybe in an attempt at looking endearing. He was not about to win any awards with that route, however. "But I hear ya. My work here is done so I'll get outta here so you can do yours. I think I'll be fine finding my way out of here though. I'm just gonna head over there to get a drink first. Maybe it can stop my throat from tasting like shit. Have a good one." He started moving away cautiously, and she took slow steps to match his trajectory, but in the opposite direction. She was on the lookout for anything sudden, but it never came.

Nearly holstering her gun, Amada thought better of it and decided to keep the weapon at her side. The unexpected had the potential to do far more damage than a threat you already knew about. With the proper intel, you could raise your defenses, draw up contingencies and plan your defenses accordingly. The unknown - oldest of human fears, as it were - offered a game of chance and instinct. Right then, her gut was saying to keep the pistol firmly in her fist for as long as she was in the area.

After making sure the kid followed up on his word, she started on her way back toward the bulk of the security personnel. Some of them were performing sweeps, hunting for any tucked away pockets of their enemy. So far everything had been quiet in the wake, so the general assumption was they had all been cleared out.

"ETA on when we'll all be going home?" Amada queried, fishing for a cigarette case concealed in her coat. She hated staying on the job late. She preferred to keep a very strict divider between her work and personal life, and had long realized the necessity of balancing exposure to either. Too much work would make her angry, conversely enough down time was debilitating. Already the night had veered well into what were typically her hours. She really did not enjoy having her schedule tampered with, especially when there would not be any extra incentive to go along with nothing but a vapid smile.

"Nope," Parker immediately relayed.

"If I'd wanted the bush league bullshit, I would have specifically requested it. Mercer." Her request came out as a flat, but firm order.

"The first detail's set to arrive in a few minutes. A couple of birds, and one car. No telling how they're feeling. We might be off in ten minutes, or three hours." He was disgruntled, and it sounded like he was sinking deeper into his chair. Settling in for the long haul.

She made an exasperated noise in the back of her throat. "I swear to Christ, if I hear the words 'exorbitant' and 'force' in the same sentence tonight, I'm putting someone through a wall." Amada lit her cigarette, taking a deep drag immediately. Through a combination of psychological and physiological stimuli, it was already working. Her tightened nerves began to slacken, her head started to clear. She was walking along the sidewalk, eyeing the buildings, battered pavement, and ruined bodies scattered haphazardly. Her shoulders were loosened, gait fluid, eyes drifting aimlessly. Any sense of urgency had sufficiently faded, and nothing about her surroundings was of any real interest. "Let's just get this over with, already," she sighed.

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It was obvious the corporates wouldn't clear away for quite a while.

Stalker stood, concrete-still, and observed his surroundings. Miss Rubi had let her guard down, but not sufficiently to subside in her manner of posing a serious threat. She would have to be the first one dealt with.

Secondly, the corporates. Many of them, as noted before, were fresh and survived only because of their fancy gear and the skill of their leadership, but said fancy gear were major cause for concern. Thus, they were threats as well. Stalker had heard chatter about reinforcements, but that was the crowning issue: if more men came, then Stalker's chances of escape would be made miniscule. Unacceptably so.

Thus, the only concievable plan was the one which involved a loud and potentially bloody escape. Something Stalker specialized in.

Stalker waited for one of the corporates to walk within a few metres of his position until acting, reaching out and seizing the poor man by the neck, broken by a swift twist. Holding him up as a shield, Stalker unholstered his handgun and began firing somewhat wildly; he had little control over the weapon when employing it with one hand while using the other to carry a dead man with heavy armour.

Slowly, he began backing himself into the alley even as the shots came flying.

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"That's putting it lightly, kid. It's been what, thirteen years since I left the orphanage? And back then you were just a dumb kid who kept trying to be a hero. Now I see you killing street thugs like they were cockroaches that got in your bed. I'd heard rumors, but I never thought you'd be so... efficient." He paused and took another long sip from his mug. "I'd offer one of my drinks, but it's probably not the type of stuff you're used to drinking, Mr. Penthouse."

"Hey now, I'll have you know I drink perfectly respectable stuff. Bartender, can I get one Strawberry Daiquiri please?" While the Bartender gave Huey a raised eye at his "respectable" drink, the bounty hunter turned back to Guy. "Has it really been that long? I mean, I guess it has to have been, considering that you weren't there for... well, for the kidnapping. But still, you should have dropped by more often after you got a job. I know a lot of the guys there missed you."

Huey paused a second to take a drink from the fruity number that had just been placed before him. "Ah...~ I love this stuff. Anyway, you know, maybe you should come back to my place afterwords just so you can see how that 'penthouse' is. I am sure the girls will love to see you. Speaking of which, do you remember Amily? The fiery-red head with the temper to match? She just recently got into the pro-fighting scene recently. If you want, you can come a bunch of use from way back when to see her inaugural match. I promise it will be quite the show."

He took another sip of his drink as he propped his head up off the bar with his arm. "So, how goes work for you? You still doing the same job of fixing shit when it breaks?"

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Hey now, I'll have you know I drink perfectly respectable stuff. Bartender, can I get one Strawberry Daiquiri please? Has it really been that long? I mean, I guess it has to have been, considering that you weren't there for... well, for the kidnapping. But still, you should have dropped by more often after you got a job. I know a lot of the guys there missed you.

Guy blinked as a glass of slushy red drink was placed on the bar in front of Huey. Huh. So they did have a blender in the back. He shook off the shock with another sip from his second mug. He took a moment to reflect as well. He always meant to visit the orphanage, he just could never find the time. And once he was able to get time, it was too long after leaving for it to not feel awkward. He resorted to anonymously donating food to save everyone the trouble. If he couldn't be there, he'd at least make sure no one starved.

Anyway, you know, maybe you should come back to my place afterwords just so you can see how that 'penthouse' is. I am sure the girls will love to see you. Speaking of which, do you remember Amily? The fiery-red head with the temper to match? She just recently got into the pro-fighting scene recently. If you want, you can come a bunch of use from way back when to see her inaugural match. I promise it will be quite the show.

Of course he remembered Amily. She used to challenge him to fights all the time because he was one of the older orphans, and typically Guy would wind up bruised on the ground. Then she would get angry that he was "holding back" and hide his books. Just the memories made him sigh in exasperation. "Sure, I'll go to the fight with you guys. As long as I'm not the other guy in the ring at least." In a fair fight he would not be able to use his shields, which would put him at a severe disadvantage against a skilled opponent. With his powers he might just have a chance, though.

So, how goes work for you? You still doing the same job of fixing shit when it breaks?

"Yeah, and lately a lot's been breaking. Seems street crime has been on the rise, and every shot missed that happens to take out a street light or every chunk of road or streetlight thrown at a thug has to be replaced. And that's aside from the usual stuff, like monitoring the city's infrastructure. Luckily I'm usually paid to do easy repairs that I can leave whenever they need to call me away on specialty jobs." He took a shorter sip and turned to Huey. "What about you? I know you've got some savings now, but I haven't heard a lot about how you got it. Usually someone just says you're a mercenary, or a thief, or some type of boogeyman, and then clams up."

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"I.. oh, I really need some coffee."

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"Focus less on what we need to do, kid, and more on what we can do."

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Caroline Teach

"Either you let me go or you run like hell."

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"People care little for your existance until you demonstrate just how easy it is for you to disrupt theirs."

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"And this, kiddies, is what we call a deadbeat writer. Hehehe."

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"Man, it's times like these I really wish I hadn't left my old job."

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Amada Rubi

"I.. oh, I really need some coffee."

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Caroline Teach

"Either you let me go or you run like hell."

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Stalker

"People care little for your existance until you demonstrate just how easy it is for you to disrupt theirs."

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Huey Gibbs

"Man, it's times like these I really wish I hadn't left my old job."

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Brian Major

"And this, kiddies, is what we call a deadbeat writer. Hehehe."

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Guy Clarkson

"Focus less on what we need to do, kid, and more on what we can do."

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"Focus less on what we need to do, kid, and more on what we can do."

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Huey Gibbs

"Man, it's times like these I really wish I hadn't left my old job."

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Brian Major

"And this, kiddies, is what we call a deadbeat writer. Hehehe."

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Caroline Teach

"Either you let me go or you run like hell."

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Amada Rubi

"I.. oh, I really need some coffee."

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"People care little for your existance until you demonstrate just how easy it is for you to disrupt theirs."


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Re: Rhapsody in Silver

Right, after much deliberation I see absolutely no reason for Stalker to jump down and say hi.

Maybe if one of you saw him?

Re: Rhapsody in Silver

Got one up on me... I accidentally added NPC Bartender... I don't even know how I did that.

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Whoops, added Stalker to my post by mistake. I forgot you had edited yours, Evo.

Re: Rhapsody in Silver

Agreed.... Just posting here to let everyone know I STILL AM HERE! Just haven't been posting because it hasn't been relevant for me to... Probably gonna post after either Black or Snake posts now though :). Just wanted to say to not wait on me!

Re: Rhapsody in Silver

Alright, I posted, so lets get back into it! It would be a shame if this thing died because of technical problems T_T

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Mustn't jinx it, mustn't jinx it, mustn't jinxed it, mustn't jinx it... o.o

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If you want my opinion, I think it is fine if Stalker shows up, but takes no action as of now. I think of him as someone with a cool head, rather than rush in he would watch on to see what he can learn, but that is just me.

Anyway, I will post tomorrow, provided that RPG stays up long enough for that to happen.

Re: Rhapsody in Silver

I am generally in agreement. I see nothing wrong with the actions taken, just the assumptions of 4 people separate from the two main forces. Granted, this may CHANGE the actions Stalker takes, but the post can be edited to accommodate that.

Re: Rhapsody in Silver

Personally, as long as the mistake's been recognized, I don't see the harm in acknowledging the rest of the post. But that's just me.

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Oh. God, okay, this is why you don't read long stuff and then reply to it late at night.

Ignore my last post. It shall be null and void. Sorry, so sorry. (Can't delete it either...)

I guess I was just trying to find an entrance and rushed in too fast. Segueing into situations has never been my strong side. Should I wait until everyone finishes that and then enter?

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Wait, I am confused.

In the most recent post where you get involved Evo, you said that you started attacking the corporation side, and were taking a stance as a third party, and noted that "four of them," seemed to be in the same group as you as parties unalligned with either major side of the firefight.

First off, from Black's post I had taken it to mean that Amada was fighting WITH the corporate group while on the job, as she does work in corporate security, this makes sense to me. However this contradicts what you said about "four" people on neither side.

Second, Brian is not participating in the fight. For all intents and purposes, Brian is a bystander. He is just like the many other NPCs referenced that were running away in the opening post. Granted, while most of them would have ran away, surely some must have just dove for the nearest cover and tried to wait it out. That just makes sense. The only thing that is setting Brian apart from these people is that he isn't trying to dial the police (presumably) and is using his board to take notes on the situation. So based on this behavior, it can't be determined, even as a person of interest, Brian has no allies on either side of the gunfight. In fact, in retrospect, it seems MORE LIKELY to me at first glance that he is a scout for either side, and is not just an innocent bystander based solely on his actions.

Anyway, that is why I am confused about your post Evo.

Re: Rhapsody in Silver

Yeah, those sql errors were a nightmare. Sheesh.

Finally got my first post up! :D

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Phew, trying to get on almost all day. Curse you 502! Anyway, the site seems to have finally repaired, so my first post is up!

Looking forward to this!

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Alright, the first post is in! What a day for RPG to be on the fritz though...

Anyway, the plan is to let everyone post first, then we can pretty much go freeform from there. If you have any questions, just ask!

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Alright, I will get started on the opening post then. I will probably have it up in a couple days, Friday at the latest. That will give time for anyone else looking to join to submit their character, and let me actually study for my midterms this week, hahaha.

Also, Amada's profile made me realize I forgot to add themes, so I will go do that.

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All right, she's up! :D

Also, I'd like to quickly say to Cyline: I didn't intentionally use another Canaan character, I promise! Alphard just.. came to mind when I was thinking about Amada, so I decided to go with her.

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Sweet, that'll bring us to 6. I will probably start a few days after you submit your character Black, I wanted 6-8 characters in the first place. Glad to have you aboard!

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Ohohoho! What have we here? This looks pretty interesting, I think I just might need to submit a character. In fact, I may already have one cooking up...

<.<

Anyway. Yeah, think I'll get to it, then.

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Whooo, it's good to be in action again. Let's make this a fun one, guys!

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Oh, man, 2 assassins and a ghost!? Brian is going to wonder what the hell he got himself into! XD

Glad this is getting a good cast of characters too, always a bummer when one that looks like it has a lot of potential dies because nobody else sees it/is interested in it.