Role-Play Cyberpunk

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  1. Doc

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    "First thing in the morning." His simper faded, a soft smile taking its place atop his lips. He raised a hand to rub at the back of his neck, craning his head to the side awkwardly when their conversation turned silent. The quiet seemed tense, somehow - like a chord that desperately needed severing. His teeth found the corner of his bottom lip, biting down uncomfortably.

    The Hell was wrong with him lately?

    "Yo, look... I know the field trip prolly wasn't on your to-do list, so," he paused, looking elsewhere, "Thanks... for puttin' up with my shit. I know I'm not the easiest guy to get on with, sometimes... shocking, I know, right?" He laughed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'll get ya back your book club soon as I can, yea?"
     
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    The hacker raised her head, having perched it against her palm as her elbow rested against a knee. An eyebrow perked upwards; she had found no awkwardness in the hush which descended from his answer, but the jerky movements from the android seemed amusingly strange.

    She gave him a soft smirk. Her tone wasn't harsh, the joke softening its edge.

    'Hey, since when did you grow a conscience, Icks?'
     
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    Hollywood shrugged, his glowing gaze turning back to her. "Couldn't tell you, to be honest." He tilted his head like a child suddenly overcome with curiosity. "Is that what this is? Conscience?" A finger extended, poking against his stomach skeptically. "I still don't have much of a handle on this shit."
     
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    Isabella's surprise wasn't concealed when the question was raised; she didn't flinch away from it either, interestingly innocent on the tongue of the lecherous android. He was like a little boy, with the world oh-so-new to him. Isabella wondered if that was a sad existence. It wasn't pitiable. Living wasn't there to be pitied or hated.

    Androids after all, once walked like herself, only now with bits and pieces. In this strange hell, was a coveted being. In paradise, the abomination. Did anyone ever ask them how that made them feel?

    No. Probably not. That acknowledged them as human.

    There were questions lingering on her lips; but it had only been one evening. She offered him a faint smirk.

    'You just apologised and thanked me for shit that doesn't need to be thanked for. I need to actually do the work first. It suggests feeling guilt and feeling gratitude. You'd be surprised with the people that don't.'

    Aziz didn't think twice before shooting that poor, frightened son of a bitch.

    'Man, woman, dog, human, android. It doesn't matter what you are. You're alive, that's all.'

    She tossed the cigarette into her mouth, tipping the lighter open, the illumination snapping her features as the flame sparked into being. When it was once again shut, the hacker offered the packet to the android.

    'I'm not about to go Freudian on you – and I can't say that I understand your struggles; but I can offer what I see. So … I suggest that you take your time, whatever happens and no, that's not a goddamn order, bug-eyes.'
     
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    Am I alive, though? The android reached for the carton of cigarettes, pinching one between his fingers and sliding it free of its sheath. Or am I just salvaging scraps? He resisted the urge to blink, already knowing full well what awaited him behind closed eyes. The sound of laughter. A soft voice, a girl maybe, humming in his ear. Tendrils of black slipping through his fingers. The bark of a dog, its brown fur slick with grime.

    Hollywood wasted no time in igniting the end of the tobacco-stick, inhaling deep. "Like I'd listen to you anyways." He smirked.
     
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    Daven's ride home took him very little time, Vacilla's path proving short and well hidden as the trip was uninterrupted. He typed the code to his garage into the small numeric pad on the broad dash of bike and waited for the heavy, steel door to open with a metallic screech. The bike was parked within the garage and the door shut just before he entered the nondescript building beyond. As the door was shut behind him it cut off the static emitting from his bike. Vacilla's voice sounded from the speaker, rough and broken as if something were interfering with her electronics. Only one sentence was spoken before the sound faded completely,

    "War-warning-ing... I-intru...der-r-r... Aler-Alert-t-t..."

    Daven made his way slowly up the stairs, groaning with the effort of moving his sore body up four flights. When he approached his door he reached out to open it but stopped as he saw the tell-tale marks of a lock pick clawed into the steel of his deadbolt. A gun appeared instantly in his right hand as his left gripped the door knob, turning it slightly to test the lock before pushing it open. The room beyond was pitch black. He entered cautiously, sweeping the area with his pistol as he moved. After shutting the door his left hand groped for a light switch, finding and flipping the main one several times before a curse escaped his lips. "Vacilla?" He called out quietly, taking more steps inside his sparsely furnished apartment. Silence was his answer. None of his alarms had triggered, Vacilla was non-responsive and all his traps were disabled. Whoever had broken into his apartment knew what they were doing. And they were still there.

    (( M~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZdh13_bijo ))

    He dove to the ground, all but casting himself painfully upon the floor as a wave of bullets tore through the space he had just been occupying. He cursed fiercely, thanking his instincts silently before hoisting himself from the ground and returning fire. Nothing was visible in the apartment except the flashes of gun barrels. The hitman aimed at every flash he saw, listening for the cries of pain that followed.

    ...4... No, 6... Shit, half a dozen guys? He had shot two by the time his mind finished counting them by the sound of their guns. He had no way of telling whether men he shot died or were simply injured, but at least he had taken out two guns for the moment. He threw himself bodily, groaning from the pain of colliding his injured body with the floor, quickly behind where he knew the couch was. He knew the thing wasn't bullet proof, but some cover was better than none. He sat up again, taking aim at a man in the corner and firing. The satisfying thud of the man crashing to the floor with his full weight told him he had killed that one. He heard men curse him and knew that one was approaching his hiding spot.

    The hitman groaned again as he was hoisted from the floor by rough hands that seized him with enough strength to make him feel weightless. He was cast against a bookshelf, shattering wood with his body and getting showered by the loosely stacked books that filled the shelves. He bit back a pained cry, forcing himself upright as he broke free of his attackers grip and rammed his forehead against the opposing one. He felt blood trickle down his nose as his skin was split by the night vision goggles his opponent wore, but also heard the satisfying crunch of them shattering beneath the force of his blow.

    The attacker staggered back in a daze and Daven took advantage, diving forward to grab the man, using him as a shield as the remaining men opened fire without regard for their comrade. He cast the dead man at the others, not hoping to actually hit them but to distract them long enough to raise his left hand. He hissed as a bullet tore into his right shoulder but pushed through the pain to activate his light force shield. The bullets stopped flying as the sound of gunfire was quickly replaced by the agonized screams of men being blinded by their night vision goggles. He instantly raised his pistol, barely able to see his targets by the light of his shield, and put a bullet in the remaining three heads.
     
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    Isabella smirked, blowing out wisps of smoke before tapping the ashes from the glowing stick. The end reflected in her eyes, flickering like the recesses of a lava pit. Yet there was mirth there, clarity and intellect glimmering quietly in her jests.

    'That's more like it, asshole.'

    It was then that the Wasp's Nest stuttered to life. It produced nothing but male-voiced numbers, jittering and clattering in the vantage of the hacker's ears, but none of it was passed off or ignored. At least she could understand numbers.

    She unceremoniously shoved the goggles over her face, her face deadening from concentration. A frown had started to mar it. A pit of panic had started to bubble in her stomach, hardening it. She had no reason to be afraid; the hired killer was a man of indifference – but the creeping concern wasn't about to leave. Sturdy as the vehicle was, it was unlikely that Daven would have found the digital mark on the metal mount so quickly – if at all.

    So who the hell did?

    Darkness filled Isabella's expression.

    'Where's your old man and Daisy?' the question came out as a statement more than it did a question, 'I've just lost the tag on Vacilla.'
     
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    "Vacilla? Tall-Dark-And-Brooding ride?" Icarus frowned inquisitively, an ebon cloud erupting from his nostrils like smog. "Not sure where Ms. Sunshine ran off to, but Dad's probably in the lab. Hold up, I'll run and-," he stopped suddenly, suddenly peering into a shadow-veiled corner of the room. "Did you hear that?"
     
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    Isabella tilted her head to eye the cause of Icarus' distress.

    'Heard what?' she tweaked her goggles, eyeing the shadowy area with a snarl. She sprung from the sofa quickly, her hands bunching into fists.
     
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    The walls answered her question before he could so much as open his mouth, quaking without warning as if some giant had seized the room from outside, shaking it savagely. The android staggered forward a step, catching himself against the sofa with an outstretched hand. "What the Hell?" His eyes were wide as they darted about the room, a resounding boom sounding from several floors above. The melody of crashing glass followed suite, accompanied by the ominous and rumbling thunder of heavy footsteps pounding upon the floor.

    "Mom's offline," Hollywood murmured suddenly, disbelief shining within his mismatched stare.
     
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    Isabella looked upwards at the thunder of feet above their heads. She cursed loudly as the android fell forward, her hand grasping his shoulder firmly until he seemed steady. The distant roar of carnage was gradually homing in. The hacker retched, realising that her teeth had clamped down on the cigarette in her mouth, spitting aside. Nevertheless, she had receded to careful calmness.

    'We need to find Daisy and the old man and get the main computer up and running.' She thought quickly; the entrance from the elevator wasn't too far...

    'Icks. Go and find them. I'll keep this door shut and cause a ruckus. If anyone tries to hack into Wasp, they're dead before they know it. I'm shutting down the mainframe in the meantime.'

    And what about Daven? Shit. Shit. Shit!
     
  12. Kitsune

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    Willow bolted up, the sheet pooling around her midriff. The thudding footsteps passed her door. She yanked the sheet off, and scrambled out of bed. She scooped up the large blade in its harness, and slipped into the straps, tightening them and threading a belt through her belt loops and harness, holding it firmly in place. The blade, leather holder, wrist sheaths, and the thigh sheaths had all been gifts from Shannon. The blades she had spent nearly two hours honing before bed, all slid in smoothly.

    Her rebraided hair coiled tightly around her head, she slipped the thin dagger normally kept there into the mass, anchoring it tighter with the sheath, positioned so she could reach it easily. Armed, she scooped up the small machine gun as a second thought, holding it in her left hand. She needed the right for weapons she knew she could use.

    Opening the door, she silently creapt down the hall until she found the android and the girl.

    "What's going on?"
     
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    Icarus spun about in a blur at the sound of Willow's voice, looking as if he were about to pummel her beneath his fists before realizing that it was her. He seized her roughly by the shoulders, looking her in the eyes while his own trembled in panic. "My Dad - have you seen him?" Another boom shook the room, as if the building had suddenly jumped. "Have you seen him?"
     
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    "N-No! Not since he gave me these weapons, a few hours ago!" Willow stammered, rocked by the loud booms and the shaking of the building. The sheer panic in his voice terrified her more than anything else.

    "Let's go find him, it's probably safest if we stay together."
     
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    Isabella looked aside, grappling the wall when the second boom thundered above them. Her eyes hunted for the new voice amongst them and her shoulders slackened to see the Epsilon well. The panic which erupted between she and the android however, already concerned her. They didn't need this.

    'I need you both calm!' the hacker said, her voice not exceedingly loud, but enough to storm across the muffled roar of impending noise, 'whoever hacked Vacilla is likely the same guy who allowed God-knows-what into this place. We find your dad Icarus. Every door we go through, I'm gonna lock it. Your first ports of call will be to find a weapon. It can be a pipe, a laser-cutter, a frickin' teddy bear, I don't give a shit. Just protect yourselves. You move and don't look back – understand? None of us are staying here unless we can get mother-dearest up and running.'

    Her eyes met the unbalanced stare of the android.

    'I can try reactivating her from the core unit. It's that or we belt the fuck out of here. I'll need to know where she is though. Is there anything about this that either of you don't understand?'

    She slammed her hand against the wall; there was a click from the entrance, lighting the area in a torrent of red. The lights around the entrance became a jaded yellow. The noises trooping closer towards them.
     
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    "The mainframe's in the lab - that's where my old man's probably at, too," Hollywood answered her, gesturing for them to follow while sprinting from the room, "C'mon!"

    His heels skidded across the glossed white panels that adorned the floor as he rounded the corner, moving even faster when he heard the resounding chaos of gunfire from down the hall. He threw out his right hand, barring his teeth as it twisted back at the wrist - retracting so that it was swallowed by his forearm before being replaced by the round and glowing barrel of his gun-hand. "Nobody can hack Mom - not even Anonymous. Dad designed her security protocols himself, no way anybody could get through!"

    The door in front of them bent back before breaking beneath the weight of the android's lowered shoulder, wrenched clean from its hinges before being thrown unceremoniously from his wake. "It doesn't make any sense! Not unless," he paused, his terror nothing if not palpable before he quickened his pace even further, "No. No!"
     
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    Willow's heels pounded a rhythmic beat as she followed the android. They skidded to a stop, and she a blade from her thigh, and the one down her back. Silently, she followed Icarus, moving as if a shadow down the hallway.
     
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    Daven let a slow hiss escape his lips as he slowly lowered the weapon, his shoulder screaming as blood seeped from the gunshot wound with every motion. He let the clip fall from the gun with a violent clatter, booming abnormally in the haunting, dead silence of the apartment as it hit the floor at the same time it was being replaced with a full clip. He stepped over the bullet-riddled corpse of one of his attackers without a second glance, stumbling to the door and the intercom on the wall beside it. The keys were punched quickly in an attempt to bring the system back to life as curses poured from his mouth. A sharp growl escaped his lips as his pain flared, forcing him to stumble and lean against the wall to keep his feet beneath him. A sound from the corner of the room caused him to turn before he could think, his killer instincts taking over for a split second and that was all it took for him to plant another bullet into the last man alive.

    The man fell with a groan, slumping roughly to the floor before laughing with a rasp. His lung was punctured but he continued to laugh as blood bubbled from his mouth. A cigarette somehow appeared between his lips though he appeared unable to move. Daven approached the man as a flare lit the darkness, igniting the blunt with a puff of smoke. He didn't miss the small stream of smoke wheezing from the hole in the man's chest. The laughing smoker was a gruesome sight for the hitman but he couldn't look away. Something in that laugh disturbed him.

    (( M~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tzer8ZCW-Ys ))

    Before he could ask the man spoke, answering his unasked question, "We were just the beginning, did you really think Caesar would only send six men? He sent everyone." The man coughed, blood and smoke flying from his lips as the cigarette landed on the floor, forgotten, "How long did you think you could stay like this? You knew this was coming. Good luck, bitch."

    "Inbound Missile." The intercom on the wall screeched with static as the screen lit up, flickering and displaying the security system's main menu. The voice that spoke from the computer was not Vacilla's voice. Vacilla was separate from his security system and though both had been disabled, he had somehow managed to reengage the latter with a quick reboot. Just as he moved to inspect the warning, thinking it was malfunctioning because of the recent attack, a sound crept within range of his hearing. A cold shiver of realization slithered slowly down his spine like fear incarnate, a snake in the brush of his being.

    The world around him froze. He saw himself, as if from a distance, attempting to make it to the door in time and knew he wouldn't even come close to it. The sound was raging now, approaching like a tornado and engulfing him. He dove for the door just as the missile tore into his apartment. A torrent of flames erupted in the center of the room, tearing furniture and bodies apart as it blasted the apartment from the side of the building with a massive explosion. In a matter of seconds what had been his home was reduced to a smouldering crater in the side of the building. Smoke poured from the wreckage as the cries of the wounded filled the night.

    (( M~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F02ra6O_yU8&feature=related ))

    Daven woke with a start, coughing fiercely as he tried to pull himself from the floor. Blood stained the floor around him and poured from his lips as he gagged on it. He looked up to get his bearings, ignoring the man-sized dent his back had left in the wall opposite his home as he looked around for assailants. He heard the militaristic calls of trained men storming up the steps and willed strength into numb limbs. The first man to round the corner from the stairs caught a bullet in the head and fell back as his companions quickly stepped over him. Daven moved back, struggling and half crawling to get away as more men appeared. He fired frantically at them as he moved, catching two more bullets himself. He couldn't tell where he had been shot as everything hurt. His body was pain, his blood acid. Three more enemies fell as he reached the opposite stairs.

    A sharp groan escaped his lips as he realized there was only one way to get down them. A cry tore from deep in his chest as his body ground roughly down the stairs, coming to a jolting halt as he slammed with a scream to the floor at the bottom. He ignored his pain, forcing his broken body to stand and limping down the other stairs as fast as he could. He tripped on the last flight and crashed face first to the floor outside his garage. His aching body screamed at him as muscles seemed to twist beneath the skin, breaking with the force he applied to them just to take a single step. He couldn't die now. Not now! Not after everything. Caesar wasn't going to have the satisfaction of his death.

    The door to his garage was forced open, his bloody body cast carelessly over the seat of his bike as he tried to settle himself against it. The leather was soon slick with his blood but he ignored it. They had stopped chasing him. A bitter grin twisted the wreckage of his lips, giving him a demonic appearance as he realized why they were no longer following him. The men knew he'd go for his bike. They were waiting for him outside. He knew there was a reason he had installed explosives on his garage. The engine flared to life, growling fiercely like some great beast as flames burst from the jet turbine mounted to the back every time he twisted the throttle. He bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, closing his eyes as his numb fingers thrust the controls forward at the same time he punched the button that sent the steel gate to his garage flying outwards with an explosion.

    He heard men screaming and panicking as the unplanned explosion sent them wheeling just as his bike flew past them. The men cursed and fired rapidly at him. He heard the bullets ricocheting off the strengthened metal of his bike as he fled the situation. His vision was blurry as his strength waned from blood loss. Tears of blood burned his sockets as he blinked them away rapidly. He had to swerve to avoid a wall that he had missed completely in his disorientation. The bike skidded, screeching across the ground as he cursed blood and tried to keep control. As he turned sideways, sliding down the center of the road his eyes grew wide, the pain of blood burning his vision completely forgotten when saw the missile burning straight for him. In an instant his life flashed before his eyes, gruesome memories of all his sins, the faces of everyone he had ever killed flickering past his sight.

    The images seemed to freeze on the blood streaked face of his sister. A single word passed his lips as he was sent careening from the flaming wreckage of his motorcycle, "Ashley..." The name passed silently beneath the explosion as his body collided with solid asphalt with a sickening crunch. He bounced across the ground several times as pieces of his bike rained down, littering the street with twisted metal and flaming scraps of motorcycle until he came to a stop in the middle of a group of men. One man kicked the lifeless body curiously before spitting on the ground and raising his right hand. He gave them the signal to wrap it up before they vanished as if they had never been there.

    A crash of thunder shattered the silence with a deafening crack, lightning setting the distant sky ablaze with purple electricity. Smoggy clouds crowded the darkness of the city above as rain began the pour over the silent streets below. Daven's bloody wreck of a body was left unceremoniously on the cold asphalt near the flaming remains of his bike as the torrents of water washed over the scene.

    (( M~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpbnI6G1khE ))
     
  19. Kitsune

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    A faint buzzing shook her body, scaring her into gasping. She slapped the small phone, sewed into a pouch in the corner of her bra, hitting a button to send it to voicemail. It was Caesar. He had a job for her.

    Icarus was too far ahead of her. She knew she needed to catch up... She stopped and pulled the thin back device out. Flipping it open and hitting a button, she put it to her ear.

    "Panther. Your target: Daven Strife, alias, Morals. Five foot, nine inches. Short, brown hair. Usually riding a motorcycle. Considered armed and highly dangerous. This is not your usual job, my black kitten, but I have faith in your abilities. Destroy him."

    Willow closed the phone, tucking it away, and ran to catch up with Hollywood.
     
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    Isabella waited at every door entrance, even when the perturbed android had practically torn through them. The hacker watched them pass by her – but it was Willow's movements which had attracted her attention. She tilted her head, curious about the woman's surprise, but did and said nothing. She could do nothing until the other two had passed before the traps could be set.

    The muffled booms were closer now.

    She started to jog; the Wasp's Nest had started to whisper against her ear. She smiled faintly.

    As if the son of a bitch would go down without a fight. Whoever had saved the Vamp had done him a favour. It reduced her concern, but seized it just as quickly. There was a job to do – protect the people in the building.

    She broke into a hard run.

    'How far now, Icarus?' she called across.