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Monday
Character
: Andrew
Location
: Stormwind City, EleCo Parking Garage
It was only a short time before I reached my room, where I once again ensconced myself inside my fortress. I kicked my feet up on my chair, grabbed another drink, and settled myself for a long night of waiting for messages.
It's not like I had anything better to do.
Character
: Sorin Baldursson
Location
: Stormwind City
"But that requires effort," Sorin complained, getting to his feet and sweeping out the door. Once out the door, he slipped onto a motorcycle (because screw safety), and sped off towards the scenes.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Hack, Valence
Location:
Dun Morogh, Kharanos District
A lonely blue car roared across the city. Valence sat behind the wheel, gripping it tightly, driving nowhere, only knowing he could not stay in the same place. To do so felt like an admission of defeat. Somewhere out there was Hack, and who knew how many of those who followed him, people who could only touch the man's insanity, yet were possibly all the more dangerous for it. They followed him as an idea. A representation, something they could point to, to confirm themselves with, to depend upon as some symbol that their activities were right because he had done it before.
Neon lights like frozen blood flashed by his window.
Valence snorted. "Hackers." It was amazing what forms a need to express oneself might take.
By chance, a tall sign caught his eye. His car ground to a halt and he stepped outside. Dull and boring, the letters painted white now weather beaten grey stared at him as they crouched in the dark.
DINER
.
Valence rubbed his face, barely feeling the scars thanks to the many callouses on his hand. "I need some damn coffee," he grunted to the lonely street as he made his way inside.
Across the city, a lonely alley produced a hand, and someone was grabbed and pulled inside.
Hi! What's your name?
"Light no! Please don't ki-."
He fell dead, throat sliced wide open so the head nearly fell off when it hit the street.
Mmm. A popular name nowadays.
Crouching over the corpse Hack rummaged through the man's pockets. The green lines running across his face and body beat steadily in the dark. A wallet was produced along with a set of keys that jingled in the night as they twirled on a nail curved and sharper than any knife. Claws tore the wallet open scattering photos and cred cards all over the ground. Only the former received any attention.
Oh! A family man. I love families. And look at the little kiddies. My mister...Offar! You lied to me sir. How very uncouth. Oho! But I see someone has been keeping the old mare busy. What a great many younguns. Do you think they're home? Let's find out!
Giggling, the hem of his coat hissing over the rapidly cooling body left to the vermin on two legs and four, Hack wandered away and deeper into the heart of the city.
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Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza
Parking Garage, Stormwind City
Minute passed after the man had returned to the garage. Soon, however, footsteps echoed around the pillars, boots pressing down on cement.
A vague figure formed in the shadows. Or, it should have been vague, but the bright pink hoodie gave away the woman's shape rather blatantly.
Lucien Greyfang
Trade District, Safehouse
"Probably a good idea..." Lucien agreed, pulling open one of the canisters. Tipping it over, a mound of bubblewrap fell out. Raising an eyebrow, he began unfolding the clear protective plastic, eventually revealing a pair of shoes.
A pair of very expensive looking red high-heeled shoes, engraved with some sort of gems at points. But still a pair of shoes.
Samantha Ahren, Willian Triberk, C.O.L.A.
Old Town, SWPD Station
Samantha hefted a rather bulky shotgun, opening the door of one of the cruisers and placing it between the front seats. Looking up, she shook her head. "This is going to turn really stupid, I'm calling it now." She commented.
Triberk yawned, having done little more than button up his uniform from his nap. He wasn't one for kevlar; preferring to retain a certain freedom of movement. And he had enough augmentations that any bullets would probably hit metal somewhere before they were a threat. Cola glanced around, waiting to get moving.
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Sashastrasza
Parking Garage, Stormwind City
Sasha nodded. "Hey there." She replied, stepping close to the man and kneeling down. Her hood was still pulled up, shadowing her face somewhat.
"So I hear you were looking into some data?"
Lucien Greyfang
Trade District, Safehouse
Lucien stared at the shoes, then at the knife sticking into the floor. "Well, we got a new knife out of the deal..."
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Post by
Monday
Character
: Sorin Baldursson
Location
: Stormwind City
Sorin's bike rolled to a stop at the crime scene. He swung off of it, dropping his helmet on the seat, and strode towards the cordoned off area. An officer stepped forward to stop him, then stepped back as Sorin flashed his ID.
He ducked under the tape and into the scene itself.
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Atik
Sashastrasza
Parking Garage, Stormwind City
"Don't suppose you'd be up to trading it?" Sasha asked, leaning forward, golden eyes flickering a bit in the dim lighting.
Lucien Greyfang
Trade District, Safehouse
Lucien grumbled, taking up one of the briefcases. Grabbing at the sides, he tried to pop it open. The container did not budge. Biting his lip, he looked down, an physical number lock holding it shut. "Well... this might take a bit to get open..." He commented.
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Sashastrasza
Parking Garage, Stormwind City
Sasha sighed, flopping backwards. "There goes my meal ticket." She mumbled.
Lucien Greyfang
Trade District, Safehouse
Lucien looked up, having gotten nowhere with his own briefcase. "Huh?" He wondered; looking at the contents. "More clothes?"
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Post by
morginar
Character
: Falionna Shaderunner
Location
: The Drag, Orgrimmar
Entering the clinic in the city of Orgrimmar, named after a earlier warchief. Was no other than the dark ranger Falionna Shaderunner. Dressed in a skin tight black nano suit made from synthetic fabric, the suit is shortsleved and came with a set of elbow reching fingerless gloves.
Onto her spine there is a broken glass bottle. How it got there is a rather obvious question. A disagrement esculating. While the bottle itself did no harm to the undead elf it wasn't something the ranger wished to remain. And with healing the fabric would restore itself. So to the banshee if was only natural to come visit the clinic.
Falionna aproached a doctor looking darkspear troll.
"Are you able to repair me?" The dark ranger asked with a deadpan facial expresion with a monotone voice.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Greg Mandrake, Kevin Ashwood
Location
: Stormwind City, SWPD Station (Old Town Division)
"Eva," Greg nodded at the woman, then donned his helmet. The cop surveyed his bike critically to see if any random shmuck had dared to lay their greasy fingers upon the gleaming blued steel. He would have sensed it miles away due to fetishes worked into the design of the vehicle, but it was still one of his little rituals he did not want to forgo. The last street thug - obviously too new in the city to know what's good for him - who had tried to hijack the Storm Chariot ended up with all his fingers broken and a permanent loss of an ability to speak some letters of the alphabet.
Mandrake grinned fiercely, running his fingers gingerly along the purple lightning bolts weaving around the exhaust ports, then seated himself upon the bike and started the engine. The creation of Mickey Thompson, one of the best mechanics to be ever employed by SWPD, woke from its slumber with a resonant roar.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Valence
Location:
Dun Morogh, Kharanos District
The bell jingled as Valence entered. He fell into a stool before the counter, abruptly recognizing how exhausted he was. The waitress, a dwarf woman who was perhaps half the age she looked, with frazzled hair like copper wires poking out beneath a once white cap, leaned on one elbow and scrutinized the scarred man who had walked in.
"What'dya need?"
"A coffee should do, for now."
"Black?"
"How'd you know?"
"Look like ye need it." With a surprising tenderness she patted Valence on the arm. "Be back in a second." and vanished into the back.
Valence watched her go and sighed. Resting his chin in a palm, his eyes naturally gravitated to a screen hoisted in the corner. His brow furrowed in annoyance. Splattered across the screen was the apartment building, its faces still showing the grinning design behind a woman with too much make up on, barking into a microphone assumptions and dramatizations. As he watched a mass of guards moved in a mass of plate into the building. He noted, with some satisfaction, the green light of druids in their midst.
"Shame," the waitress observed, pushing a mug before the detective. "Seems like tha world goes a bit more ta fel every day."
"Thanks."
She smiled as sweetly as nine hours on the job could. "No problem," and left him to nurse his drink.
Post by
Atik
Lucien Greyfang
Trade District, Safehouse
Lucien stared rather blankly at the plates. "What?"
Sashastrasza
Parking Garage, Stormwind City
Sasha sighed again. "Stop that with your logic." She waved a hand dismissively.
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Lucien Greyfang
Trade District, Safehouse
"We should probably figure out what it does first..." Lucien commented, poking at the suit.
Sashastrasza
Parking Garage, Stormwind City
Sasha rolled backwards, getting back to her feet. "Fine. What-evah." She huffed, turning and stepping off through the shadows.
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Atik
Sashastrasza
Stormwind City
Sasha wandered through the streets for a while, darkness filling the sky as lights began to flicker out along the skyscrapers. Eventually, she ducked into an alleyway, deciding it was as good a place as any to call it a night.
Lucien Greyfang
Trade District, Safehouse
Lucien bent over; beginning to inspect the plates, looking for some way to power them up.
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