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The Multiverse

Wing City

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

You have entered Wing City, the third largest city on Terra and its premier capital. Hustling and bustling with activity, this city serves as a hub of social and political activity, as well as the prestigious solo combat capital of the quadrant.

Remæus holds sovereignty over Wing City, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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If Terra is a multicultural melting pot of a planet, then Wing City is its rich, bubbling core. The seat of the Terran National Government and the de-facto Capital of the world, there is very little on Terra that is not represented in some way in this bustling city. As diverse in its architecture as it is in its people, the city gives across a patchwork feel – sleek and post-modern skyscrapers stand side by side with traditional centuries-old stonework – including the massive wall which encircles much of it. Despite this, Wing City is by and large a modern and thriving city, supporting a wide variety of facilities from state of the art hospitals and expansive public libraries to its very own spaceport. The city isn’t all high-rising neatness, however, with large stretches of it beyond the walls in need of serious renovation.

The City extends around a large green gardens area at its centre, at its most pristine within the haven of natural beauty that has survived decades of conflict. A single vast street stretches from the gardens at the centre all the way to the main entrance at its southernmost point, along which many of its most famous landmarks are located – including the notorious Gambit Building, the reputed centre of martial learning that is the Master’s Dojo, and the home of the Terran National Government.

The housing of the city progresses from its most expensive residences being located nearby to the gardens - with the awe-inspiring Sol Tower proudly reaching into the sky amongst them - to the cheaper and more tightly packed housing generally being found further east; amongst amenities such as the fire department, the post office and the police station. To the north of this area lies the business district, within which the headquarters of many of the city’s most prominent corporations can be found, along with the odd building of obscenely expensive studio apartments overlooking well-maintained streets and a sea of suits. It is in this northern portion of the city where the spaceport lies, a constant stream of both personal and trade ships generally seen ascending and descending from it.

In the southwest, the social hub of the city can be found just off of Main Street. Wing City Plaza boasts all sorts of entertainment, from restaurants to nightclubs – even an Arena a short way to the north. The Plaza is also home to public facilities such as the hospital and other administrative buildings.

Aside from Main Street, the city’s entrances can be found to the eastern side of the city where a massive gate is set into the wall, the road beyond leading through the slums and off to the coast, as well as the smaller western gate leading to a nearby lake. Finally, there is a long open highway leading out of the city to the southeast.

The culture of Wing City is, as one might expect from a city so diverse, almost impossible to comprehensively describe. There are communities for all races, all religions and all species; for the magically inclined and the space-travellers. Anyone can find their niche somewhere within the city’s walls, or even create their own. With a thriving economy, nightlife and nigh-on overflowing population, it’s no surprise that the benefits of such a busy city come hand in hand with danger. Crime is a serious concern within the city, and although the WCPD are one of the finest forces on the planet – equipped to deal with all manner of threat, both natural and supernatural – there remains a level of danger in walking the streets alone. Whether it be organized crime in the form of gangs and cults, the more chaotic lashing out of individuals or the hunger of vampire or demon and the like, citizens and visitors alike are advised to watch their backs.

So whether it’s to enjoy the sights, build a home and career or just to make trouble – welcome to Wing City.

A surprise waits around every corner.

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Wing City

You have entered Wing City, the third largest city on Terra and its premier capital. Hustling and bustling with activity, this city serves as a hub of social and political activity, as well as the prestigious solo combat capital of the quadrant.

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Wing City is a part of Midland.

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Palia McShann [176] A pretty, easygoing 20 year-old, with a fuzzy kiwi compainion and a talent for mind control.
Iante Clowes [164]
Michael Connor [123] A close-combat trainer for the WCPD and related organisations.
Telsia [121] Is now a vampire, she has been training and learning to control her thirst but has gained quite a temper.
Jason LeMat [82] "Yeah.... I know he's dead... but give me five minutes with him. I'll get the information you want."
Mason Apolo [80] "Yes i know, i look frail and weak, but i'm not!"
Belvia [72]
Noah and Milo Cole [67] brothers....
Kitt Dreyer [64] "Want me to Give you a Permanent Smile?"

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"I will go down in history..."

The whispering of the lone vampire, soaring through the sky above the clouds, with a dreamy smile upon his face, was lost on the wind roaring past his form as he flew. The vampire was blonde, his hair short and rugged, his eyes blue and his face clean shaven. Upon his thin form, he wore a black suit and a midnight blue cloak, that trailed out like a flag behind him as he soared.

"The mistress will be pleased, I will strike the opening blow. None can stop me now!"

The eyes of the vampire would appear, upon closer inspection, to be glazed over, as if he were staring into a reality no other could see. It was plain that he was not entirely sane, however, if not from his eyes, from the slightly crazed smile, or the occasional twitch of his eyelid, it would still be easy to tell. It would be easy to tell from the large bundle of explosives strapped to his body.

"I am the first. I am a martyr for all of my kind. I am a hero"

With these words, that faded away on the breeze as those before, he swooped downwards into a dive. Below, eyes already on the sky after the appearance of the crow would widen at the sight of the lone figure soaring downwards towards the VRS building. Fingers were pointed, gasps rippled through the crowd as the man flew directly toward the building, showing no signs of stopping.

"They will fall, I will defeat them, my strength is greater than theirs, I shall-"

The ravings of the insane man were cut off as he impacted with the side of the building, approximately half way up its height, and the explosives strapped to his body exploded. The initial shock-wave tore away a huge chunk of the building, rubble spiraling outwards and crashing to the ground below, crushing more than one member of the crowd. Then the fireball burst outwards, plumes of fire and smoke heating up the very air around the impact site and creating an impressive display of orange and yellow light, illuminating the crowd below. When the smoke cleared, the building still stood, but where the vampire terrorist had hit, there was a gaping hole almost half way through the building, and it was groaning ominously, the remaining structural supports crying out at the weight they now held after the side of the building was taken out.

Bricks, mortar and other debris still clattered down to the floor below as the structure groaned, though it showed no signs of toppling, it was severely damaged.


The first blow had been struck.

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Koeheara walks up to the registry building and seeing it had been attacked, wondered if she was doing the right thing. She couldn't believe she allowed herself to be bullied into this, but she had given her word. She sighed as a lonely tear streamed down her cheek and made her way to the registrar. Looking at her, trying to hide the fact she was not doing this by choice. "My name is Koeheara. I don't know what other information you need, but I have no Sire. I was abandoned by the one who turned me." She waited for instructions from the registrar on exactly what to sign and if there was any other information needed. Again she sighed and another lonely tear escaped that she hoped the registrar did not see.

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Savine's jacket fluttered around her ankles as she stepped through the darkness, pushing roughly past Koeheara, as the vampyr reached forwards and registered herself as who she is.

"Grow up, child. You havent signed your sould to the devil. Stop your crying." Those sinister words, aimed at Koeheara, hissed through Savines fangs. Her hair fell in a waterfall between her shoulder blades as the young but fierce being walked back out into the cool night, dissappearing into the trees and shadows of the day

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The elderly woman smiles at the young-looking girl, nothing but kindness showing in her dark brown eyes.


"There there dear, no need to worry, that's all we need. Do you have a place to stay hon? If not, you are welcome to stay here, as others have. If you do, you are free to go and come as you please, we only ask that you not kill over the limit of lives needed to sustain yourself. We don't want a lawsuit on our hands, do we dearie? Now then, you just tell me what you'd like to do, and we can get you all fixed up. Oh, and don't mind the mess, there are some who are bent on destroying any hope of peace, I swear."

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#, as written by AdaRPG
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Koe looked at the elderly woman and smiled, relaxing a little. She thought perhaps this woman was different. She seemed much nicer than Ikor. Maybe she did not know what was really going on. She leaned in and whispered. "Yes, but do you know why I am even here? I gave my word and so I am here, but I did not choose this. I was bullied into it."

Fresh tears fell from her eyes as she trembled remembering the horrible battle and how her love almost died protecting her ideals. She sunk into a nearby chair and sobbed uncontrollably, holding her hands to her face and realizing how close she came to losing her love. She didn't even look up to gauge the woman's reaction to this. She was too overcome with what she looked at as a loss of her own free will. She was afraid of what would happen if she did not sign.

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Ruby was scared for her love and decided to head back and make sure that everyone who decided to stay in the caves below knew the way, as the Vampire terrorist impacted against the building nothing but sheer anger was etched upon the redhead's face, "Fuckin' lunatic." she declared as she saw the rude girl barge past a younger one, Ruby suddenly blinked as she accidentally probed the younger girl's mind, 'Ikor?' she asked in her mind her eyes widening in confusion.

Ruby shook her head clearing her mind of thoughts, she walked to Koe and smiled, "Come on you don't want hunters to chase you down now do ya?" she asked as if it was an everyday subject, "Come on it's not the end of the world, so dry those tears." she smiled pleasantly.

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The aftermath was pretty bad. Because these choppers weren’t armed, as per many neutrality agreements, there was no way to shoot down the vampire terrorists. The N-Jammers, meant against nuclear weapons, would do nothing against conventional explosives. To defend more civilians, the two choppers used their little shield energy to take the blast, which would destroy them wholesale. The remaining choppers landed, but in the ship, various fighter craft, armed with type IX “Planetbuster” type bombs would be launched, the Black Ops preparing for total destruction. Attacking Trantor Civilians would make these vampires suffer massive regret…

The marines and civilians walked out, as the two Motoko Type Androids set up a patrol, using their sensors to scan for more, secondary explosives. The next time, they would not be caught unguarded. Now of course, that explosion had enough power to actually reveal the sun, causing any vampires within the few hundred meters of the radius to have to run, or be exposed to its dangerous solar rays. Their terrorism would backfire, the explosives powerful enough to break a wall, powerful enough to break the cloud cover. Shields would help, but the choppers would have to wait, hoping that their little power could hold back the sun's power before it cooked the vampires unlucky enough to be caught in the aftermath.

"Sir.." the android asked Blake, the leader of this expedition, "Shall we head towards the VRS?" The man laughed, "Well, we can't do much until backup arrives, sure.." And with that, Blake and a small team headed towards the VRS, preparing to make full first contact.

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a lone vampire watches from a distance away. he grins as the exposives go off on the building."this should be easy enough..it seems like they cant even fight back"he dissapeares into nowhere and a person in one of the helicopters falls out, dead, with multiple knives in his back. the one who did it is gone.

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A lone Sapphire cloak flutters in the distance high off one of the buildings. Its remains are tattered and worn down with tears and holes scattered across it though the hood seems to be in a better condition. The hood seems to be held up by a pair of shattered twin blades, whoes blades had been forced into the floor of the building by some supernatural being or someone with inhuman strength. The hood was resting on these two hilts, but there was something off about this article of clothing; the entire area where the hood was, was shadded by a black void that let no light of any kind into it. While the blades could be seen from the base of the cloak, as soon as it reach the hood it was almost as if the image had been erased.

Not far away, on another building a lone figure stood, his body stretching backwards over itself until his palms touched flat on the ground behind him and he began to bend upwards once more. He was wearing a pair of heavy, black boots and a pair of enchanted gloves, legendary in the fact they allowed the user to touch and hold silver without being harmed. His armor was a dark steel gray and deep cobalt blue. Across his back as an intricate and interlocking track system along with 4 pairs of twin blades, each pair different from the last. At either side of his waist was a heavy, crank opperated, black crossbow. Below that were the various clips designed for it and loaded with various kinds of bolts. His armor also was riddled with various daggers and blades of all shapes and sizes.

The figure gave a solitary sigh and moved to pick up his obsidian black cloack and draw it around himself. An inner fire burned within his eyes as he looked down on the VRS with disgust. A solitary gloved hand reaching back to draw his hood over his face, as it was wiped way with the black, monotonous void his hood were enchanted with. He stood on the edge of the building and waited.

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Vlos’s light, crystalline blue eyes danced almost erratically about the steadily organizing line as yet another large cargo ship was unloaded, its many passengers being directed with quick efficiency by those employed by the VRS. Shockingly enough there had been little to no disruptions throughout the days passing, proving that to a degree the Vampire Registry Sanctum had been generally accepted by a large majority of the undead masses.

In many ways this pleased Vlos, who continued to watch the most recent arrivals until they had safely fallen in line with the rest of their relative kin. Absentmindedly Vlos tucked a few stray strands of her heavy black hair back behind her pale ear, her index finger caressing that skin, scratching at an itch that had suddenly popped up just behind her earlobe. While doing so her eyes swept over the immediate area, taking in the sight of the boundless surroundings, as well as the building before her.

At first her reaction was mild, one only being capable of depicting that Vlos had noticed something by the brief pause she gave in her scratching. Unfortunately no one was currently around her to notice anything at all.

Within a matter of seconds Vlos was moving, her coat bellowing out behind her as she took swift but measured steps. One path lead to another, and another, and another, until eventually she came to the desired location.

With stealth unmatched by most lycanthropes and vampires she took her first three steps onto the roof, her crystalline eyes falling over the back of the figure she had seen from her post below. Something in the air stung at her senses momentarily, a familiar scent, one at which she sighed in response too.

Brother…

Vlos’s sense of stealth ceased at that moment, intentionally grinding the bottom of her plated boot against the graveled roof of the building, making it clear to the sapphire-cloaked humanoid that she was some thirty or so feet behind him.

By many means Vlos was a beautiful woman. Her angular features somehow managed to elude to some sense of royalty, while her pale skin clashed with the black, armored, skintight suit worn beneath the long, equally black, leather trench coat. Vlos’s hair tumbled along the entirety of her back, framing her face and causing her light blue eyes to pop out just a bit more than they commonly would.

Vlos drew in a steady breath, fixing those cool eyes of hers on the cloaked figure for a few seconds more before speaking.

“Are you lost?” she breathed, her voice a dazzling mixture of eerie calm and untamed power, “or are you looking for someone?” the second question had a sharper bite to it, as if Vlos was inquiring about something more than what she had said.

Vlos’s stance was neither aggressive nor defensive in nature, and suggested solely that she was simply complying with a task given to her.

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Now a message of terrorism appeared on Blake’s screen, as the man shut off the com in digust. “Talking about force, when they are little more than terroristic scum…” he muttered, dusting off his jacket. “M4, check out that being on the wall,” he said through his passive radio. “Damn, how long till backup gets here…” he wondered, to himself, as the android next to him said, “About 10 minutes, sir, type 4 Military Spec transport with shielding.” The android was frank, but Blake had to stifle a laugh. “You M Series are impressive, I see why Motoko is still given free rein to run that bar on Terra…”

“FFF..” was the last words of the already dying leader of the 1203th Mobile Escort Battalion, “Avenge… me..” the man said, as he fell down. The cameraman recorded his death, more fuel for the argument that vampires who did not register were little more than terrorists, bandits, and evil.

With that, the Motoko M4 model, armed with several solid sabers, blessed and armed with silver, and several normal rifles, each one silver with the occasional wooden “finisher” round in the set. To add to her set of arms, was a odd tiara like device, Instead of the more advanced biological computer setup, there was a Light Projector, able to project all spectrums of light, from the UV to the Infrared. This was a new setup, and the advanced combat Motoko simply said, “I feel sick.” All these weapons tied in, a nonstandard setup. She did not like it, but she would investigate the hovering vampire.

Her wings were unusual, using a psudeo jet to fly quickly, as she prepared to aim her main weapon at the unknown. As per the Rules of Engagement, she would say, her plain voice being amplified over microphones, “Explain why you are on this building, unknown,” the voice almost a demand, if intonation could be interpreted from that stilted tone.

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A sigh escaped the figures lips. While he did not hear Vlo's approach he could sense her. Deep within his own mind a second one lingered in his thoughts, a more... animalistic one, that set his abilities above most of his kind, for he was unique. He only stood motionless to the other. His hands remained as they were as he seemed silent, in all actuality his eyes had been locked on that of the Trantor gard and watched calmly as one such robot approached him. He said noting as it asked him a question, his cloak barely moving in a small bit of wind that swept across him. He was a statue.

His eyes looked over the robot, taking in its design and spotting easily it was of Motoko's make for he was a frequent at the bar on many occations. "Can't I get any peace around here?" His voice was barely a whisper but he knew it would cary on the wind and register to the other. "I only wished to watch the VRS from up here with my friend... Last I checked, Vampires and Lycans didn't get along with each other..." His voice was steady and almost monotone.

His hood seemed only to gaze strate ahead, like he was some silly machine placed there to deliver his message and cease to function, to fall from the building and smash on the floor with his rediculous purpose ended. Yet he was not a machine, and he turned at once, cloak sweeping past him as he turned away from the robot and walked past Vlo, a gloved hand reaching out to gently take her by the shoulder and escourted her back into the building, "Since sight seeing is against the law, we will be leaving you. Good luck on your mission." That was the last he said over his shoulder as they would cross the roof of the building and the metal door to the roof shut behind them.

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#, as written by Jace
His footsteps made not a single sound as he walked purposefully through a tunnel within the Undercity. Housed beneath the planet, the only entry and exit within the VRS building, the city was a vast network of caverns, many large enough to swallow up entire metropolises. For years, the Corporation had been working on this place, getting it ready for the day of the Registry, when those that sought protection from the outside world, and sanctuary, would have a place to come to. Within each enormous cavern, there were buildings, shops and homes, clubs and bars. Almost anything you could find in the world, you could find here. Except of course, civilian humans. The only humans that could be found wore the Nano body suits of the VRS, completely hiding their signature and scent of blood from the populace.

“Excuse me sir, have you seen my dolly?”

Ikor stopped and looked down. The little girl had been approaching him, but he had dismissed her presence out of hand. Now though, he saw that the pail-haired, blue-eyed child was shaking slightly, and that her hands wrung nervously against the pale white fabric of her small dress. He had seen a lone doll figure, before entering the tunnel.

“Yes, come, I will show you.”

He turned and began heading back the way he had come, giving no thought to the fact that the child’s, relatively speaking, hand had slipped into his own. At once the Nano’s read her life force, or lack thereof. She was one that had been turned early in life, and would for eternity remain in her current state. By his estimation, she had been undead for nearly a hundred years. He wondered what it was that allowed them to keep their childlike mentality.

A hundred yards carried them out of the passageway, and into the dimly lit backside of a clothing store. Lying on the ground was a small doll, wearing a pink and black dress. Ikor knelt down, picking it up, and then held it out to the child.

“Is this the doll you sought, ma’am?”

The little vampire giggled and reached up with both hands, taking the rag doll and hugging it against her chest.

“Oh yes. My daddy gave her to me. Thank you Mr. Ikor!” She said, leaning forward to kiss lightly against the suit, where his cheek would be.

Ikor said nothing as she turned and skipped away, back into the dark tunnel and toward home. He smiled, for in the real world such freedoms were not afforded to one of her kind. She would have to either kill, or be killed. Here though, none of those things mattered. Any violence was quickly quelled by the discreet operations of the VRS, or by Ikor himself if he were about. As he stood, part of the shadows along the side of the building moved and formed into one of the guards that regularly patrolled the corridors.

“Everything alright, sir,” he asked. Ikor nodded, turned, and went back the way he had come, heading for the surface.


Brother…

The call from Vlos floated through his mind; not excited or in danger, more like a simple, ’hey, come look at this’. At once, his body bent forward, and upon silent feet, he ran, noticing off hand that the little girl had already made it out of the corridor. A few turns later found him standing in front of the executive shuttle, a thing reserved only for VRS members to carry them swiftly to the surface. He stepped in, pressed ’roof’, and stood against the wall. Instantly it was off, skyrocketing through its titanium tube through the center of the concrete. Traveling at one-hundred, twenty miles per hour, he reached the top of the VRS in a little over thirty seconds. The shuttle lifted from the floor of the roof, opened for him to step out, and then fell back into the tube.

As he stepped onto the roof, Vlos and Saldon were walking past him. He nodded to the Lycan, and then to his sister. He thought she may stop upon seeing him, but if not then he knew she would be about other things.

Ikor walked to the edge of the building, his gaze carrying to the clouds swirling below, the sun above them casting everything in a surreal light. He looked to the soldier, and then gestured to the place on the ledge beside him.

“Thank you for coming. As you can tell, from the other side of the building, we are already being attacked. As there were no floors in the area destroyed, simply concrete and steel, it will be a matter of hours before it is reinforced. However, several lives were lost in the resulting debris and cloud cover disruption. We did not wish to, but we have activated the UV spike-rail gun system. It is a precision targeting system with turrets set at various levels of the building and ground, used in conjuncture of satellite recon and visual confirmation. The guns themselves are .50 caliber hollow point shredder rounds, filled with concentrated UV serum. We did not wish to enact such a defense, but we must protect those that come to us. In addition, we are stepping up patrols, now on a five-mile sweeping interval, armed with Vampire Combat Systems. If the resistance tries this again, they will not find such easy targets.”

He turns to the solider, smiling behind the black mask of his Nano-Suit.

“Much less with you here to lend your manpower to our operations.”

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Koeheara quickly scribbled her name to the Registry and ran out the door. They knew who she was and that was all they needed to know, but she was not going to stick around. She hoped she would not be stopped by the Resistance. She knew she could have nothing to do with them, but she really wanted nothing to do with the registry either. She dried her tears on the way out, but hoped she now would not be a target for both sides. She would not fight for the registry, but she would not fight against them at this point. She did secretly hope, however, that the resistance brought them down. She found herself wondering what her Saldon was doing this very moment.

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Vlos took everything that preceded her arrival on the roof in stride. In a vast number of ways the Lycanthrope had failed to respond to her, but not the Security dispatched shortly after she had arrived. I should’ve alerted them to me already being up here… Vlos sighed audibly just as the Lycnathrope, Saldon, turned around and began moving towards her.

His touch was met with what felt to be a brief spark of electricity and a sidelong glance that dared him to touch her again. One way or another she turned on her heels and began marching beside the hooded man, taking each long step with a fluid grace that was vastly unmatched by anyone bar the man now exiting the shaft.

Vlos responded to Ikor’s nod with one of her own, continuing to walk with Saldon until they reached the way down, coming to a stop.

“That wasn’t always true,” Vlos remarked, her tone hardly shifting from what it had originally been, “In many ways Lycanthropes and Vampires used to be brothers,” she paused, her natural instinct to try and gage the man’s reaction, but his hood made it unnecessarily difficult for her to do so.

Waving towards the exit from the building’s roof Vlos directed Saldon to take his leave, “I’d be careful of where you lurk for now, the situation is only grow more…tense.”

With that Vlos was whipping about, marching steadily back the direction she had just come, with her eventually ceasing her forward advance once she came up beside Ikor, who was currently peering over the edge of the building.

“I hear you got into another fight, Dalninuk,” Vlos smirked a little as she spoke, using the native word for Brother. “And it seems I just met who you fought,” her eyes drifted back a bit towards the direction she and Saldon had walked.

“I’m assuming everything went well? Arianna was very tight lipped about what all happened, so I’m…in the dark,” her words were rife with sarcasm, her eyes sparked momentarily with a glee that only a sibling could have towards another sibling that said, ‘Go ahead, I dare you to lie to me’.

Her eyes turned over the scene below, and the debris that still littered the ground. A mental sigh filled her mind as she shook her unmasked head slightly from side-to-side. Its getting closer to that point, Dalninuk. We're going to have to start fighting for real soon enough...

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The figure only sttod where he was, a statue, to anyone that saw him. His appearance was vague and unknowing to the world but behind that hood, deep within that void that concealed his face, was the face of a figure deep in a trance like state. One who has been around the block a few centuries and knew that there were multiple ways to do what was needed.

Just moments ago, when Vlos and that Motoko class robot approached him, they caught him in the middle of a trance-like state, one he only used when he had no worries of being found. In this state he would become a living statue, his body almost in a stasis. At that point he could feel nothing, taste and smell nothing. But it was once said: Where certain sences fail, others flurish in their place. His sight was able to scan the vampires below and look to find any traces of his Koeheara... His hears was sharp enough to catch the faint breaths of Vlos when she waited behind him.

When he turned, his arm had touched the woman, but his fingers felt nothing. His gaze spotted had spotted Ikor yet that was of little importance. As he walked a little ways down the exit he only vaugly heard the other's voice in his ear. Then she stopped, and so did he, his eyes slidding closed as the final piece was set into place. When the senses of sight, taste, touch and smell no longer became of use, the figure only had sound to rely upon.

From his position the voices were still muffled by the wals and metal doors but he could still make out Vlos talking with Ikor. He did nothing else, only listening to them. He may have had a job to do but that didn't mean he trusted Ikor entirly, and if that girl was in on it too? Then he would have to settle for finding out the what before the other questons fell into place.

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Far away on the lone building, the sapphire cloak fluttered in the wind, the flapping had caused multiple tears to grow larger and longer as the cloak itself was falling apart. One such wound was done on the top of the hood, enough so that one of the hilts was peaking through, and allowed light to spill into this area. But even from the now lopsided front of the hood, all that could be seen was the black, blank void that hid the face.

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Ikor smiled slightly, behind his mask, at his sister’s words. She knew he had been sent out to try and get Vampires to sign the Registry that normally wouldn’t, and knew it would not be an easy task. His smile faded slightly as he followed her gaze, knowing he saw it on many more levels than did Vlos.

“It was only eight of them. Arianna came before it was done, and kept things from getting… more interesting than they could have. A Vampire signed as the result, and the Lycan is her guardian. I offered to allow him to remain here, in that capacity. He does not trust us, Dalninil, though we cannot blame him.”

He turned to face her, his fingers reaching out to push a stray, liquid-like lock of hair from her face.

“It is almost that time, though it will be regrettable. However, ol z'klaen tlu xunor, z'klaen ol naut?”

His Optics looked to the robot hovering a few feet away, slowly scanning the clouds for any threats.

Softly he says, “Udos z'klaen ragar l' Uss ulnin, lu' t'yin l' cure, xor jal udos inbal rin'ov izwin orn doera Ash,” his eyes behind the mask darkening as the words fill the air.

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Koeheara continued out of the building, not seeing any sign of Saldon. She had no idea he was in the resistance AND the VRS to protect her. She just assumed still that he was linked to Ikor somehow and didn't know what that meant for him or for their relationship. She only knew that she loved him and longed to be with him, but wanted to stay as far away from the conflict as she could. She sighed as she set out to find him.

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Vlos’s eyes closed at the touch, Ikor’s N.S. preventing him from feeling the crackling electrical currents that danced just beneath the surface of Vlos’s pale skin. She sighed, though the sound was nearly inaudible, her crystalline eyes reappearing and settling on Ikor’s masked face.

“Yes, I am aware of that,” she replied, her mind seamlessly understanding every word spoken by Ikor in their native tongue. Slowly Vlos’s left hand raised, clasping loosely around Ikor’s bicep and giving a light squeeze.

By now the clear differences between Ikor’s slick, black suit and Vlos's own Nano-suit had become strikingly obvious.

Vlos’s suit carried a large number of carefully designed plates which protruded from the suits naturally smooth surface, near the bottom of which looped miniscule blue wires. Of course, there were a number of differences beyond this, most of which could not be determined through visual observation.

Letting her hand fall from Ikor’s arm she turned back to the edge of the building, placing each palm square against the waist high railing. A number of thoughts ran through her mind, most of which she managed to keep secluded from them mental length the both of them shared with one another. However, one thought made its way through that telepathic passage.

Home…

With that thought a second sigh fell from her and she stood up straight, folding her arms carefully below her chest as she gave a sweeping glance over the surrounding area. It was an understatement to say that time was not on their side, but despite that Vlos was determined to continue on whatever path was necessary for them to find what was needed.

“Their little stunt put a bit of a crimp in this operation. What do you think it’ll take for them to deploy me the matter?” Vlos was unable to contain the eager spark in her eyes or the subtle grin that played across her lips at the prospect of getting to actually participate beyond being a simple watchdog.

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A wind kicked up just then, causing the Nanos that compiled his armor to send readouts into his Optics, telling him in detail what the air was comprised of, the various scents lingering, even trace remnants of the Vampire-terrorist. Most of all though, it told him that the wind was something worth experiencing. Without another thought, and since there was truly no immediate danger, Ikor sent a silent command to the nanites controlling the Helm of his suit.

At once, the blackness began to roll away from the crown of his head, falling below his eyes, nose, and finally resting at the level of his chin. Silver hair fell down around his shoulders, and then just below them, the thick locks appearing almost wet and stringy. Eyes that had closed while the mask was falling opened, the orbs so blue as to almost appear white, though they began to gain darker pigmentation almost at once. His skin, at first pale almost to sickliness, began to take on color as the sun washed over his exposed flesh.

His back arched slightly, face lifting to the twin suns of this strange, isolated world, letting it was over him even as the wind caressed his freed skin. He came back to reality, though the smile that had been painted across his full, blood-red lips remained, even as he turned to Vlos.

“It will only be for a bit, sister,” he said, knowing she would say something about the removal of even a partial bit of his armor. Already he could feel that sense of completion rising up within his core, seeking to cast down the remainder of the Nano-Suit.

“As to your question,” he continued, smirking a bit. “I assume it will be around the time you cease to leave nothing but debris in your wake, creating a trail even a Worker could follow, half blind and limping.” This caused him to laugh, long and hard, a sound never truly hear while within the confines of his armor.

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Vlos’s lips parted in response to Ikor’s steadily withdrawing of his helm, but he spoke microseconds after the thought of saying something crossed her mind. For a few seconds she remained eerily still and silent. There were a number of reasons for Vlos’s reaction to Ikor’s removal of his helm, none of which she verbally stated, nor mentally regarded.

A steady chuckle was pulled from Vlos in reply to Ikor’s statement. In so many ways her dear brother did not exaggerate, and Vlos could not argue with him over the smaller facts of her designated Class. So she stood there, falling into a silent state of being as she enjoyed the breeze, allowing the warmth to wash over her exposed skin.

After a few minutes Vlos shifted, pulling her light blue eyes over Ikor as she unfolded her arms. Her right hand drew slowly through the length of her stringy black hair, a soft huff of air slipping past her lips as she allowed herself another moment or two of contemplation before speaking.

“You think if I promise to keep the mess to an…average level, that they’ll consider deployinh my expertise in dealing with this growing resistance?” A smug grin formed, her brow dipping in an almost mocking manner as she spoke. In many ways Vlos and her brother differed greatly. How each of them performed in a combat scenario might appear akin to an outsider, but the end result was almost always drastically different between the two of them.

Regardless, Vlos turned a thoughtful eye over the men Ikor had accompanied (or vice versa) to the roof, paying them no more than that momentary glance before returning her attention entirely over Ikor.

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Silvar watched all the things hapening before him. he crouched invisibly on a building a good distance away. "i feel like killing another..heh, mabye i should wait." with the one he killed in the helicopter he did just as he planned, no one saw him. he felt powerful right now, humans were easy to kill. of course hes never sucked the blood of one, but hes killed many all the same. 'this should be an easy win..if the others are as good as me anyway.

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The assassin failed to realize that simple invisibility was no match for the eyes of a machine, meant to see the light which humans could not. “Target…” The Motoko class android’s wings spread in a pattern resembling an X, to brace for the long shot. The rifle was a customized Ultra Long type shot canister, meant to fire projectiles from several miles away, and it showed, as its stabilizers, small thrusters, pushed the rifle ever slightly.

She laughed slightly, shooting the long ranged sniping weapon at the man, the shot breaking the sound barrier with a small hiss, as it traveled faster, the booster microrocket making it nearly impossible to dodge. Vengeance would be hers. The assassin failed to realize the first rule of murder: never return to the scene of the crime.

“Blake,” she said over her radio link,, “Found the murderer, eliminating the target. “

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silvar saw the machine, he had plunty of time to move."dam thing...guess i wont be sticking around. but just to show them my power..." He stood there letting the shot hit him. he absorbed it like he does all projectiles. it hurt more than he though. "dam!" he fled, not wanting to take another shot like that. he would be back however.

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Vlos’s only reaction to the shooting was a subtle twitch of her eyes in the general direction of the machine holding the gun. A number of thoughts ran through her head, most of which lent themselves to the idea of violence in an area filled with already frightened individuals.

With an near audible sigh Vlos put those thoughts aside, but a faint smile played across her lips.

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