Role-Play Cyberpunk

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  1. Paladin_girl

    Paladin_girl Between the Chapters of a Dream Staff Member

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    'Truth's been through worse,' Isabella replied, 'I'll find him if you're both too scared to jump through the vents.'

    She paused a moment, her hands flicking across the numbers against her belt. There was a distant rumble and a bang before she looked up, her grim face half-amused by the fleeting footsteps of their remaining intruders.

    “I didn't think that your kind had mercy.”

    “You'd be surprised.”

    The bullet pierced his brain, scattered against a clean slate of glass.


    'Daisy.' The hacker's voice softened. 'Thanks. For coming back. I know that you didn't have to.'

    The hacker hefted the grates to one of the air tunnels, looking behind her for moments before her smile left her features and like a rat in a sewer, darted into the windy vein to pursue her bike.
     
  2. Kitsune

    Kitsune Fox Lady of Madness!!! Staff Member

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    Willow laid a hand on the hackers shoulder. "Yes, I did. You guys saved me. I'm not much use to you guys, but if we need intel in the Grid, I'm your girl. I want to help you, any way that I can."
     
  3. Paladin_girl

    Paladin_girl Between the Chapters of a Dream Staff Member

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    The woman's words seemed to ring in her ears like the aftermaths of a sonic-boom. The chill of her fingers still seemed to dance on her skin, even when they weren't there.

    As Isabella scrambled across, she wondered where Daisy's kindness had suddenly erupted from, when barely an hour ago, self-preservation seemed like a better idea. Maybe it just didn't matter any more. The hacker paused a moment, clutching something within her pocket, her face softening slightly before the unpleasant, hollow gust of the sewers churned up her nose and tried to throttle her stomach.

    The hacker grimaced, clambering upwards until she stopped at the exit grate, the metallic rumble of her movements halting as she leant forward to listen.

    Two men in coats were in her sight.

    '… And you had no idea that they planned this?' The first man wore sunglasses and a greying fedora, but no amount of cotton brim or UV protection could hide the look of disgust on his darkened features. Clearly in choosing an assignment, he had picked the short straw.

    The second seemed demure. Calmer than the other, his bulging fists wrapped around a rifle like a baby with a soft toy. He shrugged hunched shoulders. 'No point in asking. I say if they want us to point and shoot at moving targets, then we point and shoot.'

    'According to who?'

    'Right now?' The man's grin was like a shark's, the unstable row of teeth suggesting that this was not a conventional Grid-worker. The man in the hat however, spoke a different tune. The rifle-tote patted his gun, 'It's according to Annabelle here.'

    'Should've known.'

    The rifle was called “Annabelle”? Isabella had to swallow her laughter – if a man was willing to name his gun, he'd been stuck with it a long time. And there were a list of people who gulped that gun's poison. For now, Isabella reached for her own, laying flat on her stomach, perching the gun gently against the grate. There had been enough violence for the andie and the sass.

    The hacker's silencer made the second man's head reel back. The large man landed with a heavy thud, dead before he had hit the ground. Annabelle clattered onto the floor.

    The first man's hat blew back. Isabella cursed. She had missed. Reload. Try again. The man no longer had a left eye. His jaw grated, his form becoming solid stone before crumpling to the ground. The hacker kicked the grate down, worming into the filthy street. She rolled the hat-wearer over, checked his pockets. There had been nothing on him. Not even a label. She smirked; clever son of a bitch.

    Her fingers grappled for Annabelle, hoisting it upwards with raised eyebrows. There was a tally chart on her side.

    'Nice to meet you, sweetie.'

    The hacker pulled down the Wasp's Nest – the image of the two men were snapped into the memory core before she went to fetch her bike, which humbly waited at the entrance. She sat on the seat, resting the rifle on her knees as she hunted for information on the two men, their staunch, empty expressions seemingly dotted everywhere on the open Net.

    Must have been a government thing. She stopped once she had reached CLASSIFIED INFORMATION. The last thing that the group needed was more trouble after such a catastrophe. She sighed faintly, drumming her fingers against the rifle's barrel, dragging her other hand through her hair, watching, waiting for the two to arrive.
     
  4. Doc

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    The red steam that wafted up from the vent heralded the android's coming, hissing as it steeled at the metal grate that encased him. He staggered forward with a listless stare, his pale cheeks marred with wet streaks and his blood-caked hands clinging fast to the limp body in his arms. "That way." He nodded right, not even noticing the corpses on the ground. He was still preoccupied by the one that rested against his chest.
     
  5. Paladin_girl

    Paladin_girl Between the Chapters of a Dream Staff Member

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    Isabella waited, like a deer in headlights.

    In the light that had finally burned through the ruined city's marked buildings, the doctor's body rested. The hacker looked further, looking at the pasty skin and the spatters of scarlet against its white surface, as if the doctor's veins had never tasted copper rivers. Yet everywhere, the colour vacated from every place, squeezed by the android's terminal embrace. Isabella shuddered, as if she could feel the deathly clamour for herself. Her tongue tasted caustic fire.

    It didn't take her long to look away, forcing her face to look thoughtful, rather than stricken.

    'Then let's go. I've had enough of this place.'

    Truthbearer roared impatiently, thundering as Isabella and Willow rode across the light-filled bustle of cars and trucks. The hacker kept the android in front of her, offering piercing glares to any driver that managed to catch a glance at the speeding hybrid. Nothing passed the hacker's vision clear enough, nothing encouraged her to see, but simply to drive and look, acknowledging nothing.

    Perhaps it helped, for she had barely realised the time before they had stopped abruptly at their destination. The steam-belching vehicle gasped into silence before the rider leaned away from the handlebars, glancing upwards to the bottomed sky without a second thought.
     
  6. Kitsune

    Kitsune Fox Lady of Madness!!! Staff Member

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    Willow hopped off the motorcycle, once again torn between desire to own one, and to never get on again. She resettled hr blades, shaking her long braid back over her shoulder, and looked up.

    The building was another unassuming apartment complex, on the outskirts of the Grid. Not quite Underground, but definitely not high class. Mostly Gamma's in this area, she reminded herself, and suddenly, she felt exposed.

    In the Grid, with fancy clothes, she was clearly marked as a whore, and was therefore, valuable to someone, and couldn't be touched. In the Underground, she was a target, but her reputation as the Panther had spread far enough that she was rarely messed with.

    Here, though... Gammas didn't like whores. They really didn't like assassins.

    "Let's go in. We're targets here. Come on, sparky, let's get your dad inside."
     
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    No one could say how much time had passed exactly, had it been hours? A day? Or mere minutes. The validity of the question and the facts wasn't important. The trio had arrived at their destination, off the Grid, but still far from their previous location. Shadows sought to hide the corners and alleyways. This far below made it difficult to tell what time of day it was because of all the buildings above. One of the shadows detached itself from the rest and disappeared into nothingness. The air seemed to shiver, as if something stalked it. A glimmer of reflection floated between the buildings as if a man stood there, even though one did not. The image beyond the shimmering ghost was distorted, like looking through a pane of warped glass.
     
  8. Paladin_girl

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    Isabella didn't waste time, the adrenaline bleeding in her veins having stuttered into calm. She shut the growling engine into silence before swinging her legs across, turning in her seat to clamber off.

    She stared at the complex.

    A dull, unassuming building without even a trace of lichen to adorn its grey features. It was as if the inhabitants had taken intense pains to ensure that not even a drop of bird shit would grace their presence, scraping and moulding and smoothing. That was perhaps the problem. It was clean. It was a brood from the Grid, rather than the tattered echelons of the Descent.

    It was difficult not to find problems with this strange turf; their most useful asset had been murdered. There was just his corpse, the mainframe of 'Mother Dearest' and a dead Sentinel.

    Isabella's stomach churned; it had not been the first time that a gun had been pushed against her face – but it was the first time that the hacker believed that she was going to die.

    She shook her head, hoisting Annabelle across her back and lifting the Wasp's Nest to prop against her forehead.

    She banged her fist against the door unceremoniously.

    'Yo. Guess who's in town. Open the door. Shannon's dead and we have questions.'

    She glanced over her shoulder, glancing between Daisy and Icarus. She avoided looking at the scientist's bloody corpse.

    An inward sigh.

    Having questions was an understatement.