What's human?

Weilacca · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Weilacca** on Sat Feb 22, 2014 7:18 pm

Patraeko felt naked without his sword, but it would definitely raise suspicion and/or panic if he walked in with a sword. "Ergh, why are suits so restricting?" The annoying voice echoed through his head, trying to take control. "Fuck off, I'm busy" The darker voice replied, regaining stability.

As Patraeko entered the building, he looked around. It's tempting to cause trouble with this many people around. He noticed his target, heading off with some woman to a table. "Hmm, wasn't there another guy with her?" Patraeko spoke to himself as he reached the podium.
"I have a reservation for Patraeko Payemyndii, table for one."
The woman checked the systems, the name which was supposed to be there was replaced by Patraeko's name. "Ah yes, this way." She took him to a table next to a window with a perfect sight of the table where his target was sat. "Thank you" Patraeko gave a small nod and proceeded to stare over to his target. If only he could use his eye piece.

"I should give it some time before I approach him. The fate of my group depends on this."

TheVoiden · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **TheVoiden** on Sun Feb 23, 2014 2:54 pm

Curor kept bouncing his foot in nervous habit, looking around at what moved. "What's wrong?" Mason asked.

"Something I don't like is going here." Curor replied. He had noticed that the elderly man and the girl had taken a table next to them, but the boy was missing.

"I feel it to man, but we gotta relax, right?" Mason said, putting his arms on the table and giving a stern look.

"Relax... Right." Curor, said leaning back. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, before he heard the voice of the server again.

"Your water, sir." He heard, and he opened his eyes expecting the glass of water be slid in front of him. Instead, it was being given to Mason.

"I, erm," Mason stuttered. "Didn't order any water."

"I did." Curor said, leaning up.

"Ah, sorry sir." The server said, taking the water and trying to slide it back over. The server looked at Curor, a little nervous, but was relived when he picked up the water. When he dumped it over the side of the table, not so much. He suddenly had a few pairs of eyes watching their table.

"Look... Jacob was it? I don't know how things work around here, but honestly, I think I got an idea." Curor said, his tone carrying something sinister to it.

"I... I... I will go clean this up and replace the water... Sir." The server said, and turned around, only for Curor to carry the conversation.

"Well, thank you, to be honest, I was expecting you to say just that, walk away, and not come back for another twenty minutes to serve the human and the synthetic /bastard/ that you seem to be oh-so-fond of."

Mason sighed, and held the bridge of his nose. "Oh no." He muttered as the server turned around with a screwed up face.

"Yeah? So what? I'm a normal guy who's just going about his business, and then assholes like you and start making up lies!" He said, shaking a finger at Curor. Mason at this point was pretty sure they had the entire restaurants view on them. "What the hell have you done to be so special, huh? Does a fucking metal hand-"

"Arm." Curor corrected.

"An arm? Does an arm let you go around town like you own the place? What have you done that's worth a damn."

"I lost it." Curor said blankly.

"Huh?" The server said with a puzzled look on his face. Curor then put his feet toghther, stood up straight, and saluted.

"Alex Curor, Second Lieutenant of the Marines, at your service!" He said, a hint of sarcasm at the last of the sentence.

"What is this, some kind of joke?" The server growled. Curor then walked up to the server, close enough to make him cower a bit, trying to take a step back.

"No, boy. It's not. I lost my arm while in service to the army. You know, instead of going home, crying like a baby, I sucked it up and got a new arm so I could continue service. I'm going to ask you the same question, what have you done? Served Bureaucrats their meals? That ain't even a butlers work. A butler might actually give a damn about the person they are employed to. You? You just want to pad your wallet with some over pay from a fancy restaurant." He said, looking into the mans eye. "You want to go boy? Go ahead. Throw the first punch."

The two stood there for a bit, staring at each other. Mason sat there, waiting and watching. Then the server drew his fist back and tried to punch, for what was there for a second Curors head. He was then set upon a barrage of military hardened boxer punches.

Hellbreaker · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Hellbreaker** on Wed Feb 26, 2014 9:04 am

Shadow WOlf clung to the shadowed collumn, watching the man closely, only to be distracted by two men exchanging blows."Wow....well, that guy's certainly a professional warrior...let's hope I don't have to deal with him...." He focuses again on the man...

Zek and Mr. Johnson stand up, surprised by the random fight.Shaking her head in annoyance, Zek walks up to the Synth, smacking him on the shoulder."HEY! Calm down, right? A narrow minded idiot like him isn't worth the trouble."

Weilacca · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Weilacca** on Wed Feb 26, 2014 12:05 pm

As the fight was going on, Patraeko was completing his order of a bowl of apples and some apple juice. The waiter gave him a funny look as he was writing down the order. "Thanks".

Once the waiter had disappeared, Patraeko stared over at the fighting. That small guy really was at an advantage as soon as he started bad mouthing the synth guy. "Heh, if only I could join in" Patraeko spoke to himself and glanced over to the other two. "Give it some time... maybe I could encounter the target once he leaves" Patraeko thought, smiling at his idea.

TheVoiden · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **TheVoiden** on Thu Feb 27, 2014 6:54 pm

Curor stopped his assault when he was slapped on the shoulder. He disregards the now dazed and mostly out of commission Sever as he stumbles around, clutching his stomach and face, and turns towards the girl. He stares silently at her for a few moments, before sighing. "Yer right." He muttered, his pose straightening up.

Mason mutters a thank you, be it to the girl or to god in the sky, it was to quite to hear. Curor shakes his head, and tries to bypass the girl, intent on heading back to his table.

Leon Redfield · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Leon Redfield** on Thu Feb 27, 2014 9:45 pm

Night walked in to another ally and sat down and watched people walk by again. He looked around the ally and saw something in the far end and uncovered his left eye, his left eye's coloration is different from his right since it's red and not blue, he zoomed in and saw it was a blade so he covered his eye again before walking over to it, the blade itself looked vary, and I mean vary, interesting to peek Nights curiosity, sadly a name was on it, Patraeko, he gave a small hollow smile at seeing it in a ally, it meant that whoever this Patraeko was the didn't want the sword and that meant if he ever ran out of energy to use his weapons he could all ways fall back to a reliable blade. So he picked the blade up and left the ally with blade in hand.

Hellbreaker · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Hellbreaker** on Fri Feb 28, 2014 9:49 am

(Leon, perhaps you should consult Wei on weither or not it's alright to take Pat's blade, yah?)

Zek tilts her head at the man."Who are you, anyway? You a member of the Pro-Synth Organization?"She didn't think so, not from the way he fought.But, Denkou would probally like to know as much as possible about this man. No doubt the kid was getting up to Wolf mischeif..She smiles charmingly, and disarmingly."I'm Ezekial, assassiant to the CEO of Okami Security Firm."

Mr Johnson gets up, heading towards the bathroom.....

Shadow Wolf, seeing the swordfighters focus on Mr. Johnson, nods slowly, sliding down the collumn and blending with the shadows."So...we'll soon know what this is about.....I gotta be careful, Mr. Johnson could get hurt..."

Weilacca · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Weilacca** on Fri Feb 28, 2014 2:11 pm

(Now that is confusing? Why would Patraeko's sword be left in an alley when he had a small butler bot run off with his clothes and sword?)

Patraeko watched as his target wondered off towards the bathroom. "Now's not the time..." He thought to himself, holding back from following the old man.
Then, his thoughts were broken by the smell of apples. The waiter had appeared with his bowl of 7-8 apples and a large glass of apple juice. Placing it on the table, Patraeko was left again.
He rubbed his hands and delicately grabbed one of the apples, giggling a little with a crazy smile on his face, he bit into the apple, humming in satisfaction to the taste.
"Now this is perfect! I should come here more often!" Patraeko spoke out while taking a large gulp of his juice. "Man, I love apples!"

TheVoiden · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **TheVoiden** on Fri Feb 28, 2014 7:48 pm

Curor walks past Zek to the table he was sitting at. "People call me Alex" He said, leaving out his last name as he sat down. He already had a number of people wanting to track him. Didn't need to give them the obvious way to him. "No." He said after a moment of sitting. "I ain't in no Organization."

He then turned and looked at Zek. "Do ye have business with me? Or are you here to escort me out as a security firm, because I can excuse myself."

Leon Redfield · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Leon Redfield** on Sat Mar 01, 2014 11:41 am

((OOC:......umm sorry I've been busy and haven't really read previous posts. More along the lines of skim and skip. I blame high-school........ now I don't know what to post. ^_^"))

Weilacca · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Weilacca** on Sat Mar 01, 2014 2:07 pm

(OOC: Ahh, that's understandable. It's fine. Why don't you be part of Patraeko's "organisation"? More will be revealed about it once he finally talks to Mr. Johnson.)

Hellbreaker · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Hellbreaker** on Mon Mar 10, 2014 8:53 am

Zek smiles, shaking her head. Sitting down at his table, she shrugs delicately."No. Me and the CEO are just guests, here to support Mr. Johnson and his group.I was just wondering where you had learned to fight like that. Though it was boxing, it looked like it was backed up by military training."

Shadow Wolf stares at the swordweilder, waiting semi-patiently."C'mon.....go after him....I don't want to miss my lobster...." He taps on a armor plate, sighing softly.

TheVoiden · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **TheVoiden** on Tue Mar 11, 2014 8:02 am

"Alex acheived the rank of Second Lieutenant before he... Left, the military." Mason said, holding out his hand to the assistant. "Mason, Mason Tuga, I myself am a Second Lieutenant, placed on inactive service. Also the only friend this cold heart son of a bitch has." He said, garnering a look from Curor.

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