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First Run; "Die, hacker, die!"
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Post #1 Oct 14 2007, 07:03 PM DaFranker
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23:47,
January 3rd,
2070
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"Business as usual." replied Cadrek. He'd finally picked up on his messages, after the thirty-seventh call and four hefty soykaf cups.

"What the hell d'you mean, business as usual?" Jitter sent back. "I've been trying to contact you for hours! Do you know how much stuff you can normally do inside the Matrix within those" -- short pause -- "12 421 seconds you've made me wait? I thought this was supposed to be urgent!"

"Calm down, friend. I ran into a bit of trouble, and I was just laying low until things cooled down. This kind of stuff happens all the time, you know that. But, well, yes, this is kind of special. I honestly think you've been working with us and doing small-time jobs long enough. I've been contacted by a Johnson who said he needs some tech-savvy talent, and I figured I'd mention your name. Don't worry, there'll be other people too. Just log on that node if you're interested." Cadrek's Matrix persona took out a card from its wallet and gave it to the tall vampiric figure. The card was filled with strange symbols that Jitter recognized as a bounced deposit server -- the kind of things you use to let others leave messages, but can't do much more.

With that being done, Cadrek excused himself, since he obviously had other pressing matters to attend to. His persona turned and then vanished through a door that wasn't there moments before, running off into the wilderness of the Matrix...



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23:56,
January 3rd,
2070
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From far away, like through a haze from a dream long forgotten, there was a noise. Nagging, recurring, and loud. Persistent. What the...?

Logging off from the BBS he was reading, Thanatos re-focused his eyes and slowly streched his arms, while looking around for the source of the noise. He spotted it quickly: someone was knocking at the door. He got up and went all the way to the answering terminal, which was still on manual control and didn't have a wireless link.

Gunner was on the other side, making a stupid fake-impatient face. He knocked again, apparently having retained his patience from his old says as a sec guard. "Come on, Dhamon, I know you're there. Wake up!"

Thanatos opened, rolling his eyes at the annoyingly jovial man smiling his way inside the apartment. "I see you've got yourself a nice little place, here. Which commlink did you hack into to get the money to rent it, little fairy?"

"Ugh, not your business, Gunner. I was just..." Thanatos was cut short as the large intruder just strolled into the bedroom, apparently not paying attention to his smaller elven friend.

"Oh, what do we have here? You've either got hidden charms I didn't know about, or hidden quirks I didn't want to know about." the man said, holding up a set of women's underwear he'd just found.

The young elf hadn't bothered to notify his old friend of the relatively recent "family addition". Between hacking, tuning, and spending good time with Felicia, poor Dhamon didn't have much time to dedicate to his rare friends anymore.

"She's... special." was all the elf replied. "Why are you here, anyway?"

That sparked something in the other man, as if he remembered something, and he threw aside the underwear without further consideration. "Actually, one of my associates was contacted for a job recently, something about a Matrix investigation, but he couldn't take it. He told me that if I knew someone, I should tell him, so that they could fill in or something. Well, here I am. I thought you might like a little work to get your mind off whatever's been keeping you so busy lately."

The man's right eye shifted out of focus for a second, and then came back to look at the elf again. "Sorry, gotta go. Just received a call from Bertha. She says there's trouble again at the pub, and she needs me there. Here, my friend told me to give you this. Should be an address or something." With that, the ex-security officer took his leave, off to attend to the troubles of Bertha. The object he gave Thanatos was a small chip, data only. Thanatos slotted the chip in his datajack, and saw that it was almost empty, just a bit of text. A Matrix node address, with a note to simply log on the address if interested.

It was sure sudden, but it might just as well pay off...
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Post #2 Oct 15 2007, 05:47 PM Hackcrazy
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03:01
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Dhamon after his brief encounter with gunner, had fallen unceremoniously back to sleep on his bed. it was way too early in the morning. he went to sleep. however he couldn't go back to sleep, something was bothering him, he had to get out of here... this place was suffocating him. in slow groggy steps he made his way to the door, he wasn't wearing a t-shirt and the jeans were the same one's he had worn yesterday but there was an extra set of clothes in his car. he stopped only to sling on his shoes and grab the key card to his apartment from on top of a small nightstand he had placed by the door.

he walked down an elegant but simple white hallway down past he elevator to a set of stairs, he had made sure of it to find a building that still had them built in. he enjoyed the exercise and the sense of freedom that it gave him to be able to take the stairs at his own pace, and it seemed more open... more free. Felicia scoffed him for his habit, the elevator was faster, it saved time, and you aren't out of breath when you reach your room on the 16th floor. Of course he had agreed with her and would accompany her on the elevator when she was around. But he loved that feeling of exertion, the pain of it, the freedom to keep going or stop.

reaching the bottom of the stairs Dhamon pushed opened the door and emerged into the still deserted lobby of his apartment complex. he dodged a plant placed right next to the door and headed toward the back end of the complex where he stored his ride, making his way through two sets of glass double doors. he walked out into a parking lot, Dhamon grunted, it was nice to live here and he loved the location but it was just too damned expensive. Crossing the lot he made his way to his base of operations

Dhamon hopped in his car and closed the door. the car door locked and an air tight seal was formed, four holo-screens popped up in front of him. he tapped the screen on the far right and a prompt asking for a password popped up, Dhamon then flipped a switch under the dash then typed in the password. he then flipped the switch again, then told the screen to input the password. all this took place in a manner of seconds, the car seats then adjusted to his body. relaxed accessed the data chip with his comlink and tried to gain access to the node
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Post #3 Oct 15 2007, 07:59 PM DaFranker
The linkup was instantaneous, and immediately the familiar display of glowing colors and standardized iconography inherent to the Matrix came up to Dhamon's senses. The Meat World of the car and the parking lot was barely perceptible anymore, and even then only with effort of concentration.

Within fleeting moments, fractions of a second, he had booted his main root programs and his persona was on-line, and he had already traveled the virtual distance all the way to the nondescript transparent box that was the Matrix node referred to on the chip. It didn't look like there were any kind of tracing or tracking programs running, and alert levels were apparently low. The server itself was probably just one of those run-of-the-mill microservers NeoNET had just released, with maximal anonymity and minimal versatility. The things were barely good to act as message-deposit boxes. However, that's all that was needed right now.

Mere miliseconds later, Dhamon was greeted by the server with a bit of text, which read:
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"Welcome, Thanatos, to the little place. If you are here for... employment, simply leave a text-only data file containing your commlink number and the nickname you want to be know as, so that we may contact you for discussion of terms. Thank you."


It was pretty bland, but common in the hacking shadow business. If this was a corporate employer, they certainly knew their way around the 'running underground... which was just another reason to watch your back at all times.




OOC: Actions in the Matrix are very quick, and events happen extremely fast. Things practically go at the speed of thought. Expert and experienced hackers can sometimes go down to where microseconds are crucial, and some of those count the time that passes in miliseconds and seconds instead of seconds and minutes.

As a general point of reference, things can regularly happen up to 200 times faster in cyberspace than in Meatspace, because of the 0.005 second delay from the moment the data is sent from the server, received, processed by the brain, analysed, then reacted upon and new information is sent back to the server.

For instance, an experienced matrix traveler reading a 200-pages document can go through the entire thing and look for information related to a particular subject at the same time in a little less than eight seconds.
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Post #4 Oct 15 2007, 08:26 PM Hackcrazy
'well here goes nothing' thought Dhamon, he entered his comlink number and then left the first name of Terence as his nickname.
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Post #5 Oct 16 2007, 05:48 PM hoppy
Jitter was excited about this new opportunity Cadreck had given him. If he knew Cardek well, which he did, then it would probably be a simple mission with good money involved. Jitter quickly accessed the matrix and felt so much more alive by it. He loved being in the matrix no matter how many times he went he could never get enough, he was truly a junkie for it. Jitter had been waiting for hours on Cadrek to call him back so he quickly logged on to the node Cadrek had given him.

``Here goes nothin`` Jitter said as he logged on.
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Post #6 Oct 18 2007, 07:30 PM DaFranker
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00:03,
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The node had taken unusually long to respond. Abnormally long, in fact. However, after a little while, the confirmation came up and Jitter managed to get in the nondescript box of bland color that was certainly the "application-deposit" box for whatever job Cadrek had been talking about.

A simple greeting text-box appeared as soon as Jitter entered the node, and followed him inside, keeping at a constant "comfortable reading distance" from him, even if such things did not matter in the Matrix, for even what seemed like a kilometer or a micron was still good for reading -- or for anything else, in fact -- as long as you were connected and had the right programs and access. The text was just what could be expected from this kind of "box":

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"Welcome, Thanatos, to the little place. If you are here for... employment, simply leave a text-only data file containing your commlink number and the nickname you want to be know as, so that we may contact you for discussion of terms. Thank you."




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03:14,
January 4th,
2070
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It all happened extremely fast. Too fast. Not more than two milliseconds after Dhamon had confirmed the message deposit on the node, a dizzying light burst out from it. As soon as the light was gone, so was the node. Something had definitely happened, something that wasn't normal. A disconnecting node would have simply phased out of existence, the rest of the surrounding Matrix re-shaping itself to "fill-in" the blank space. Even an old box that you'd unplug suddenly with one sharp move would have simply blinked a few times and disappeared.

This wasn't normal. Something happened, and within the millisecond that followed it, someone or something had literally ripped-off the connection, as if the "wire" (of course, the Matrix is all wireless, so that couldn't have been...) itself had been slowly cut, with the ground being taken out first, then the positive, and the negative, but all in one swift motion lasting less than half a millisecond. It made no sense.

So Dhamon was left that, unable to understand what had just happened, and immobile in the middle of an empty corner of the Matrix.
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Post #7 Oct 18 2007, 10:11 PM hoppy
The message intrigued Jitter. He had never had to leave any information for a mission. Every mission he had ever done they knew all about him and he was left clueless about them. This time was different. They seemed to know nothing about him and yet they wanted him to do a mission? Jitter felt odd about this job, but he trusted Cadavan. He shrugged it off and left the information they requested. Giving them his commlink number first and then giving them his nickname as Jitter. Feeling like he completed what he needed to, he pushed the node aside to deal with other matters.
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Post #8 Oct 21 2007, 09:22 PM Hackcrazy
Dhamon looked around at the blank space... this was all happening way too fast. what the hell had just happened. and what was the purpose of moving him to a blank space in the Matrix. he checked to see that he had not been back-doored by any rouge hackers. but then he pondered why they would make such an elaborate setup against a hacker. a hacker would be able to defend himself better in this situation than a cocky business man. this was all just way too odd. This is gonna be a long day.

Dhamon logged off from the matrix put his key in the ignition (exclusive to his car these days) started up his car. the engine barely made a sound. he flipped a switch so that the car would hover and the wheels come up off the ground. then pressing his foot strait down on the gas pedal, Dhamon drove in reverse out of the parking garage. once out in the open Dhamon spun the wheel and consequently the car around 180 degrees, where he allowed the car to settle for a second. Mere moments later he high-tailed it out of there. Man did he need a drink right about now.
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Post #9 Oct 28 2007, 09:04 PM DaFranker
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03:16,
January 4th,
2070
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"New Potentially Interesting Message received" claimed the software. Jitter had apparently just received a message that his smart-filter program didn't qualify as useless junk. There were good chances that it was related to the job, so he opened up the message while continuing whatever he was previously doing. Once again, the message was text-only and extremely nondescript.
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"We are glad that you accepted to work for us, Mr. Jitter. Our representative, Mr. Johnson, will meet with you and several other potential assets in person at the Dante's Inferno, corner 5th Avenue and Madison Street, today at 16:00. Once you are there, ask for the sixth Hell."

Nothing else. No signature, as expected, and the Sender ID was hidden, as expected. A trace looked difficult, but possible. In any event, Jitter had to find something to do until the meeting...



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At the same time...
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A small holowarning flashed on the car's main display. Mail. After three flashes, the warning disappeared and the message itself replaced it, the car's smart-filter system having interfaced with the commlink and decided that the message was important. The display came up just next to the antique driving wheel, and patiently waited there for its intended target, Thanatos, to read and confirm it.
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"We are glad that you accepted to work for us, Mr. Thanatos. Our representative, Mr. Johnson, will meet with you and several other potential assets in person at the Dante's Inferno, corner 5th Avenue and Madison Street, today at 16:00. Once you are there, ask for the sixth Hell."

Once the message was read, the system got the hint and put the message away, while indicating that preliminary analysis could not identify the sender of the message. However, the sender's identity seemed rather obvious; it was the guy who wanted Thanatos to work for him. Or girl. Or people. Whatever. Now to get that drink, and then find something to do until the meeting...



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09:30,
January 4th,
2070
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The telecom beeped. Andos got over to the small box and press the "receive" button. The machine seemed to take forever to respond, and then Blank remembered that it was simply him who was living a little too fast for the telecom. Curse his incredible speed. Finally, the mean-looking head of what Andos knew to be an even meaner-looking troll appeared, the image slightly distorted because it was a reconstruction of Int Og's matrix persona. The troll didn't need his persona to be anything special -- simply being him was impressive enough for most people in the Matrix. At seven and a half feet, the huge guy was definitely not to be messed with.

The troll used his strong bass voice -- there was no way the troll was going to make a sound above 10 Kilohertz, ever -- to inform Andos of a visitor. "We've got someone here 'claims 'has a job for ya. Says it's on short notice, and the meet is today. He looks clean, though. Want me to send him over?"

Andos looked around the room, and shook his head. "No, I'm coming. Give me a minute."

Less than a minute later, the elf was outside, where Int was looking at a ridiculously small (in comparison to the troll, though of normal size in more regular environments) man who was just blankly staring back. He looked back down when Andos arrived, and simply said "I was told to inform you, in person, that there is to be a meeting about a potential run today at 16 hundred hours in the Dante's Inferno. Ask for the sixth room of Hell once there, if you're interested. I'm just the messenger." With that, the man turned back and left, not saying anything else. Int looked at him walk away, eyeing him suspiciously as he did most of the time.

"Well, boss, looks like you have most of the day to kill again. What 'ye want to do?"



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09:46,
January 4th,
2070
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"What can I do for you today, Mr. Wallace?", he said. The guy behind the counter. Well, that's what Gregory called him, anyways, even when he wasn't behind a counter. He had not given his name yet, and didn't look like he was going to do so any time soon without good reason. Besides, it wasn't that much of a problem. Before he could reply, the other man added something: "Oh, I have something to tell you. There seems to be a big ruckus about a shadow job today, probably a corporation that has something big to lose... or to gain. They've gone to the deep end to find runners to work for them, and are ready to pay big even for newcomers, since most of the experienced ones in the area are either busy or out of the city today. I heard there was a meeting at Dante's Inferno at four this afternoon. It will probably be in Hell, so you should get there and watch for other guys like you if you're interested."

A corporation ready to do anything to get some runners, eh? Sounded like it might be profitable. In any event, it was only this afternoon, and Gregory had some business to do, and then he would have to pass the time until then.



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10:13,
January 4th,
2070
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Ellerian walked into the club, not really knowing what to do. Things were running smooth lately. Not much was going on; most shadowrunners were out of town looking for business. The owner, Niel, came by to greet him. "Hey, Severon, some stranger came in yesterday, looking for you. All straight, businesslike. I think it's for a job. Anyways... hey, there, that's him!"

The man who entered the club looked like just any corporate public relations guy, with the datajack and implanted commlink matching the color of the business suit. He looked around, and then spotted the elf talking with the owner of the place. He walked straight towards him, ignoring the suspicious looks he received from others in the club. It was still unusual for employers to walk into this kind of club, even during shadowrunning peaks. This was not such a peak.

"Mr Severon. I am glad that we could meet. Our company has taken notice of you, and would like to offer you a job of high importance, for a high fee. Come to the Dante's Inferno, this afternoon at sixteen hours, and ask for the sixth Hell, if you are interested." Then, the man quickly turned around and left swiftly, without waiting to see if Severon had any questions.

"Well, looks like you just got yourself a job. Or will get it. Whatever." commented the club owner.



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10:22,
January 4th,
2070
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Varan looked up from his book, slightly annoyed. His face softened a little bit when he saw the telecom claiming desperately that it was Hotfeet calling, the poor machine suffering from dire unuse. It almost felt as if it was pleading him to answer the call. Of course, such things could not be, and Varan dismissed the feeling immediately. He pressed the "receive" button on the box, and the face of Hotfeet appeared. At least, the face Varan was used to seeing Hotfeet using, his most common Matrix persona; the head of a little mischievous imp whose feet, the mage knew, were red-hot and constantly moving around, even when the persona was standing in one place.

"Hey, Spine! Good news for you! You've just got a job! Well, at least, I think you did. Some people are looking for magical cover for a run. Well, I assume it's a run, because the only name I managed to get was Mr Johnson. Anyways, they told me to tell anyone I thought would be interested to show up at Dante's Inferno at sixteen hundred hours. It'll be in Sixth Hell, y'know, the room right after the big crack in the wall to the right of the stairs when you go down in Hell. I can't be there, I've already got a hack planned this afternoon. Hell, I've got stuff planned for the entire day. I'd better get working, too. See ya'!"



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11:21,
January 4th,
2070
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Wade was at the bar, calling in for another drink. This stuff was good, but pretty light. Bah, human ale. Some of them "norms" were twice his size, yet they wouldn't stomach half of what Wade would gulp down without a twitch. While thinking about the ale, his keen eyes spotted a shady guy walking around in the place, stopping to talk to a few specific people and then moving on. The dwarf followed him with his eyes, until the man came straight towards the counter and sat next to him, calling for a drink too. He then turned to Wade.

"You look like someone who's not afraid of a little dirty business, right?" he questioned. "That's right, just tell me how much and what's the target. I insist on the 'how much' part being first." the dwarf sad jokingly.

"Well, it looks like I'm running out of luck. I really need to find some people for a run, but everyone's either busy or out of town, and I'm out of options. I normally wouldn't come to a stranger, but I don't have much of a choice. My reputation's on the line, y'know. Anyways, here's the data, if you're interested." The man gave Wade a card, and walked off.

On the card was an address, a date, an hour, and a note. Wade knew the place. Dante's Inferno, known as having the best dance floors in all Seattle. The note said to ask for the sixth Hell, which Wade knew to be one of the private and magically-sealed rooms in the lowest level of the place. Anyone who'd put up the money to rent a room in Hell probably had plenty of cash. Probably a corp that knew its way around. That meant big money for a job well done.



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11:24
January 4th,
2070
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Brandt saw the man walk around, talking with certain people, and looking desperate. The man had just talked with a dwarf at the bar and given him some sort of business card when he walked towards the ork and sat down next to him. He thanked the barman upon getting his drink, and turned to Brandt again. Then he looked a bit higher, because even though he was hunched on the counter, Brandt was huge, even larger than most trolls.

"My, you certainly look like you could beat the drek out of anyone. I think I've got just the right thing for you. I'm looking -- well, a contact of mine is, actually -- for people to provide security and force to a team they're putting together for what I'm told is an important corporate matter. If you're interested, you'll be the perfect candidate for... well, whatever needs they have in 'strength' and 'security'. Just looking at you makes me feel safer here than in my home, and for good reason. Well, here's the place and time, if you're interested."

The man gave him a card, on which there were instructions to be present at Dante's Inferno at 16:00, and ask for the sixth room of Hell. That was where the meeting would be, and where the Johnson for this run -- whatever it was -- would be talking credit.



OOC: I assume you all got the drift. Now, you post about what you do during the day, up until the meeting. If there's anything special that requires my attention, stop there and I'll reply. For instance, if you want to try modding a weapon or buy some piece of gear, it'll need me to run a few dice, which means you have to give me some room in case you fail. That's basically how the game will run most of the time. Just give me some room, I'll give you yours. Heh.
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Post #10 Oct 29 2007, 03:03 PM PrinceKeldarh
"Yeah it looks like I do," replied Ellerain "which is odd considering I didn't apply for one...Sixth Hell huh...expensive place... I either smell a trap or a good business deal...If its a trap I can get out no problem...So I guess I'll go see whats up.. O do you happen to have any schematics of that place...Or could you get any. I prefer to know the layout a lot better if its a trap. easier to get out of.... Thanks Neil, I'll be in the back if you need me" Said Ellerain without pause before he disappeared through a back door.

Entering his own private room, where he used to sleep as a kid. "Time to meditate, need to think, this job makes me nervous, but then again I'm always nervous." He mused. Sitting down Ellerain entered a deep state of meditation awaiting information on Sixth Hell.
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2070
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Varan sighed as Hotfeet transferred the message onto him in earnest. He nodded towards the odd little creature his friend used as his persona. "Thanks, I appreciate it," he mumbled before the connection was discontinued. Apparently his friend 'did' have something occupying his time for a change, which meant that him mentioning something like this certainly must be a big job worth taking up some of the hacker's time. Hell, all one had to do was look at the location of where they had to meet.

With another press of the button on his receiver, the machine returned to its previously dormant state. He never found much use for machines, and even if he wanted to explore their capabilities, his studies occupied any potential time he had to himself - and there was no way he would sacrifice his time at the local pub on some nights. Not for the social structure there, mind them, but nothing could really beat Keveroz's beer off the tap.

And thus, many of the amenities in his abode would continue to gather dust.

As he returned to his book of Magical Theories, the thought crossed his mind, which stimulated him with relief and anticipation...maybe a little dread when he recalled his previous missions. His reserves of money from his last few Runs was beginning to turn dry, and even the bit of money he received for running Keveroz's pub a few times in the past three weeks was already used to pay off the appliances and other bills for the next four months. Suffice to say, he didn't want to resort to a Soup kitchen for sustainence.

Finally, a smile crossed his lips as he dug deeper into Maego's Theories on the Etheral World. This should be an interesting afternoon.

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14:39,
January 4th,
2070
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Damn it, why didn't the alarm go off? The magician silently cursed to himself as he eyed the telecom, the light blinking to signal that he had accidently set it to Mute when he meant to disconnect the call he had earlier. Varan shook his head in frustration: Blasted tech; every button looks the same on this receiver.

He clicked the button again to set it back on normal volume and turned off the alarm, which rang in his ears consistently for the time in between. Stuttering from his bed, the mage half-jogged over to his closet to withdraw his cloak and Foci, the latter in the form of a short, silver rod that glittered excellently in the light. However, its age laid claim to some wear, for the colored fabric that made up the coat of the magical device held patches of shallow brown, the true color of the metal itself.

He also grabbed his wallet. After checking to make sure he had a few bills, identification card, and house key, the magician bolted outside and locked his apartment door in earnest with a single swipe of his card. He then proceeded to make his way to the old subway station about a quarter of a mile from his home. He continued to shake his head in frustration - because of his late departure, he wouldn't have time to make a stop at Keveroz's. He just hoped that the location of the meeting and its apparent importance meant this job would be worth skipping a few drinks the next couple days - that is, depending on how long this operation would take.
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Brandt simply grunted his acknowledgment to the man and waved him off. He didn't need any more details. He gulped down the remnants of his drink and rose from the table. He made his way out of the bar, which wasn't very hard considering most people were smart enough to get out of his way when they saw him coming. His house was not far away, which was why he often frequented this bar. After a few minutes of walking, he was comfortably inside. He made his way with deliberation to his room. Brandt already had both his UZIs on him, but he was going to need some more firepower for this mission. He reached under his bed and pulled one of two large weapon cases out from underneath it. He popped open the latch on the case, and opened it, revealing his Ultimax HGM-2 heavy machine gun. He gently lifted it out of its case. It was habit for Brandt to always clean and inspect his weapons before a mission. After all, there are few things worse than your gun jamming up in a firefight. He would start with the machine gun, then move to the missile launcher, which was also stored under the bed, and finally do the UZIs. As the weapons were quite large it would probably take up most of the time until the meeting. He would probably have just enough time left to get to the Inferno. He slowly began to dismantle his heavy machine gun, as he had done so many times before.
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Post #13 Oct 29 2007, 04:51 PM hoppy
Jitter wondered why they would be meeting at Dante's Inferno, but then again did he really care? He had heard about the place from Tyrae on several occasions. With her being brought up an old sense of joy and a new sense of grief filled him all at once. All Jitter wanted to do was run away from those thoughts, but the more he struggled getting them out of his mind the deeper they buried themselves. His head began to pound with pain and his stomach flopped and twisted around inside him.

So Jitter got up and walked through Cadrek's house. If you could call it that, it was a rundown building that they had patched the holes up in called home. Jitter passed many familiar gang members whom all greeted him out of respect. Jitter saw a bunch of guys sitting around on some rank trash furniture, they sat in a circle, so Jitter already knew what they were doing. He sat down and he eyed the thing he desired right now. It was something that people had been doing since ancient times, he saw the man place the `joint` to his lips and inhale. Jitter had never thought he would do this, but right now he really didn't care and to him neither did anyone else. So he greedily reached forward and grabbed the `joint` that was supposed to another guy in line. He placed it in between his lips and inhaled pulling the smoke in and holding it their. His throat and lungs immediately felt like they had caught flame. Another moment later Jitter pulled the `joint` away and coughed the smoke out, he gasped for air afterwards and then spit on the floor. He handed the `joint` to the man he had stolen it from and the guys in the circle laughed and assured him "it happens to everyone".

Jitter sat around for about an hour, then he really started to feel it. He walked out and ran around town `tripping` for awhile. Finally at about 2:30 the effects wore down and regained control of himself. His constant laughing stopped and his problems returned but they didn't bother him as much. Then he remembered that he had somewhere to be at 4:00. He quickly shook himself a few times and forced himself to grow serious. He began to run towards the subway to get across town. He hadn't a car and nor the money for any taxi, so he was stuck walking as always.
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Post #14 Oct 29 2007, 05:46 PM destruction223
Andos blinked and craned his neck to see the troll's tiny head. "I say that we should get ready for my first run." Int nodded, or that's what it looked like. "Ok, boss, I wait till we leave." Blank walked back to his house and sifted through the gun rack. Guns, no lasers, they don't really give the effect i want for my first run. He grabbed a pair of Cobalt .50 and stuck them in the inside pockets of a jacket, then grabbed a semi-automatic Galent P40 and hung it by the strap off of a hook by the door. Then he went to his "gearbox" and tried on his goggles. The heat glowed off of the vents and the slightest details became extremely obvious. I'll have to have the maids clean the house again. Blank then tried on the earbuds and many sounds became clearer. Pack them both. He went through his various items in this fashion and ended up packing the guns, the goggles, the earbuds, a chameleon suit, his contact lenses, his gecko tape gloves, and a holo-projector. Maybe I should call Kelvin? Andos dialed Kelvin's number. It rang once. This blasted modification was making it seem so slow. Twice. Kelvin picked up. "Ah, Blank, m'lad, yeh should try the matrix, much easier to find if you've lost the audio form of communication under the chair." Andos heard Kelvin chuckle. "Kelvin, good to hear from you. I've got a run tonight, meeting in Dante's Inferno." Kelvin laughed a little. "Yeh do? Well, I've got one as well, maybe we'll see each other." Blank smiled a little. "Yes, maybe i will. See you, old friend." Kelvin grunted in farewell and the line gave a little click. Blank strode across to the couch and laid out on it. I think i'll take a small nap until I leave. Slowly he drifted to sleep.

About 5 hours later, Andos woke up and alerted Int. They rode a bus (Int was too big for the car) and walked up the 20 steps to the doors of Dante's Inferno.
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Post #15 Oct 29 2007, 06:28 PM InfernoTsunami
Gregory left the shop quickly, he had some business to take care of. He headed quickly towards the more run down end of the city, a roughly twenty minute walk. The subtle change of housing from high end to slums was something he had always found amusing. It was like the rich were afraid of the poor. He himself wasn't all that poor, but where he lived always made him feel that way. Gregory found himself standing still. He quickly made his way towards a dilapidated factory. While it wasn't abandoned, he outfitted the basement with his own set of locks, providing a temporary base of operations. He only had a few things inside of the building, mostly necessities and a few half finished mods. He had his basic equipment for shadow running. He threw on his armor, and put his jacket on over it. It wasn't all that comfortable, but it was mostly to cover up the fact that he as wearing armor. He grabbed a project that he had finished earlier and placed it in a case he had for it. He also grabbed his gun and placed it in the holster he had for it. Gregory made his way across town once again. It was almost two of the clock when he finally reached the drop off point. He had received payment in advance, so he left the case at the dead drop. His walk to Dante's Inferno was fairly uneventful, and he arrived at about three fifteen. He entered the club and made his way to the sixth floor. He wondered what could be so urgent that a new shadow runner like himself would be contacted.
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Post #16 Oct 29 2007, 07:01 PM Usk'ighte
Big money from this job, thought Wade,probably enough to keep me going for a good long time. Guess I can take it, although with rich people there's always a catch. Time to find out something about how he feels about us.
Wade took out a ratty notepad he kept with him. It might not be electronic, but at least they couldn't instantly hack it to find his schedule. He pulled out a pen and made a note to visit David, the guy who worked at Lone Star, and check to see if they ordered extra security at Sixth Hell. Then he put his notepad back in his pocket and began walking back to his apartment to make sure all his guns were working.
When he got in his apartment he ran the guns all through their loading and unloading process. Then he checked his katana to make sure it could cut well, and sharpened it a bit. Finally, he pulled out his right hand. A spark ran down the length of his muscles there. It had cost him some money, and pain to get his hands fixed so he wouldn't have to worry about being weaponless, but it was worth it. The shock hands managed to save his life on numerous occasions, mostly though with the thugs wandering the streets. He took his left hand out and made sure it was also fine.
Wade slipped a pistol under his jacket with a spare clip next to it. Then he set out to meet David.
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Post #17 Oct 29 2007, 08:35 PM Hackcrazy
'Heh, this job has had a fast turnout' Dhamon thought as he zoomed down the street to Sal's, a tiny Archaic bar that sold pizza made from scratch. which was quite a feat in todays day and age, they imported everything. in this tiny little pizza shop a young man worked the dough out, sweat forming on his brow from the intense heat that permeated the shop along with the smell of pizza and beer. whenever Dhamon wanted to think, this is the place he would go. the only other person in the bar from the person making pizza was a little boy, about twelve that was running about the shop. apparently he was playing some game in virtual reality. the young man suddenly stopped kneading the dough "hey what do you want?"

a large peperoni, onion, olives, tomatoe, and cheese pizza... and a beer."

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Dhamon had barely touched his pizza, only one slice was missing from the pie. However several empty mugs lay near him, there was now several people in the shop and the shopkeeper was way to busy to get him another beer. he slipped off of the stool he had been sitting on and walked out the door.

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Dhamon hops in his car, he had been walking around for way too long trying to sober up, felicia's place wasnt too far though so he took the liberty of going over there. he parked his car next to hers and went in, the security gaurd let him pass. he nodded at the mand and walked through, he stopped at her door for a moment before the door mechanism scanned his eye and he was able to go in. it was a small apartment like his. however, it didn't have the pretense of being a luxurious place like his, it was decorated with racing posters, and spare parts lay on workbenches, if he hadn't frequented this place many times before he would have wondered if it even had a bed. he made his way around the benches and spare parts, the tool boxes and such. when he finally got into the bedroom he crashed onto the bed, removeing a wrench that he happened to fall on, as well as a half completed engine, he fell asleep.

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oddly felicia hadn't been at her home once, and this worried Dhamon, but right now it was time to go to Dante's inferno. Tripping over a couple of tool's on his way out the door, he found a note on the floor. 'I'm gonna stop by your place tonight honey, one of my customers wants an edge on his race tonight, and i need that watered down operating program you were working on, this guy's still using the manufactureres programs. love ya babe, Felicia' Dhamon smiled and walked out the door heading to his car. hopefully he wouldn't be late.
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11:44,
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2070
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Niel opened the door and walked into the room, an odd look on his face. "Here, I've got those blueprints. I'm wondering why you wanted blueprints of the Inferno, though. I mean, it's not like anyone's going to try anything there unless they really want to get banged on by the hundreds of people and muscle-boys that are there all night long. Anyways, you owe me another one. (...) If you're free tomorrow night, by the way, I've got an errand for you. We'll talk about this tomorrow, though. 'luck with that job."

The blueprints were stored on a datachip, but Niel always left one of his holo-projectors in Ellerian's room just for the purpose of reading datachips. He knew that the 'runner didn't have any commlink or implants that could read chips, and there was really no other practical way to give him data about the "errands" he asked of him once in a while in exchange for the place to stay and small services, like finding those blueprints.

Running the chip brought up a basic 3d display of the building and, most importantly, each little detail of the construction and insides and nifty gadgets. This particular blueprint was probably an electrician's copy, as it displayed where the various power cables went, how each circuit was to be constructed, and other relevant information. There was the usual structural data and the layout of other pipes and vents and shafts that the installers probably needed to know in order to make everything work together. The date stamp indicated that this particular blueprint was from a renovation to the building made eight years ago. Apparently, it was much older than that, the blueprint even containing references to old first-build blueprints that existed only in hard-copy.

Of course, Severon would need to study the blueprint carefully to be able to obtain any useful information from it, but it was a start. However, as Niel had said, the chances of something bad happening were low. But, just in case...



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10:25,
January 4th,
2070
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"Maego's Theories on the Etheral World"
 
(...)
The astral plane follows different universal laws than the physical world and even something as simple as visibility functions differently in astral space. Within the Gaiasphere—the astral space surrounding the Earth—the astral plane glows in a perpetual dawn cast upwards from the living Earth. This glow constitutes standard astral visibility, but alone it can offer advantages to those who can perceive the astral plane. While an urban alleyway may be pitch dark in the physical world, when one switches over to astral perception, the same alleyway glows dimly and allows for astral sight. While this makes astral perception advantageous in some cases, it is not always a boon. Because illumination in the astral plane is also cast from the auras of living and magical things, what might be a normally visible scene in the physical world can be crowded with the cascading glow of many auras in astral space. With too many auras overlapping in one space, discerning one particular astral form, aura, or shadow can become very difficult.

The ideal conditions for astral visibility are high contrast: when a single aura stands out starkly against a backdrop of shadows, lit only by the soft glow of the Earth. Many factors may affect astral visibility, including the glare of too much life, the noise pollution of too many auras/astral forms, the
clutter of obstructing shadows, the dimming of a low-mana area, or the swirling clouds of a high-mana area.

It is important to remember that assensing is a psychic sense. Though it is often referred to and experienced in visual terms, it is not entirely the same as physical sight (which is why blind magicians and ghouls can assense without penalty). Assensing also picks up other sensory input that is sometimes experienced in a way commonly associated with taste, smell, hearing, and touch, but in other ways is quite different. The emotional content of what is perceived, as well as the living and magical energies, are much more relevant than the physical sensation. For example, a room may “taste” happy if numerous people have been rejoicing there, while a long-deserted building may “smell” like desolation and lifelessness, and the aura of a spell with “tingle” with energy and purpose. Though astral forms and constructs may be “touched,” this is perceived as a flood of emotions and energies rather than a physical contact. Characters may converse and be heard in astral space, and language is still a communication barrier there, but an assensing character will be struck more by the emotive content rather than by the words themselves. It is also possible to eavesdrop on the noises, communications, and even smells of the physical world from the astral plane, but just like reading a physical book, the assensing character will perceive the emotional tone and impressions rather than the physical sensation.

On the other hand, the Etheral World could be considered as a gigantic and permanent Astral Rift, which could only be reached in manners similar to those used to reach the Metaplanes. Later in this book I shall discuss my theories on the methods that could be used to achieve such a feat, but for now let us stick to comparing it. In relation to the Astral Plane, the Etheral Plane would be of similar composition. It would probably be explored with another thaumatosensory input device than that through which we perceive both the Astral World and the Metaplanes, as the Etheral World goes to a level deeper than that of the simple "living force" or "elemental force" displayed in those other worlds. It is the elemental fabric that keeps the very nature of all planes coexistent in their disjunction, by remapping the Awakened one's universe constantly according to the obscure laws that direct it.

Naturally, we assume that the Etheral World can be accessed by some form of higher-Awakened character. However, it is also fitting to the situation to assume that entering the Etheral World would present an even greater metacognitive challenge than to enter the Metaplanes. The Dweller on the Treshold is only the first such barrier that the Awakened metacognitious self has encountered so far, and it is the greatest one that we know of. Thereby, the Etheral "Dweller" would most likely be found in a higher order of existence; perhaps, even, in the fabric itself of the very metaphysical universe generated by the aforementioned Awakened metacognitious self.


The reading was interesting. Varan looked up from his hard-copy flimsiplast holosheet. Damn it, why didn't the alarm go off? The magician prepared himself, then left and headed towards the subway. He reached, without any problems, the subway station that was to take him just a corner from the Dante's Inferno. The ride was without any unexpected troubles of any kind, and Varan was now right in front of the building. The closest hoload displayed 15:35. He had made good time; there was just under a half hour to go before the meeting.



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12:12,
January 4th,
2070
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After 40 minutes of trying to find out what the hell was wrong, nothing would do it. The blasted Ultimax had decided to fail for the first time: for some reason, the barrel was stuck too deep in the chamber's outer casing and had locked itself there. Using brute force would only aggravate it. Naturally, trying to fire the weapon in this state was quite synonymous to suicide, unless one was wearing suitable anti-explosion protection. Even then, the weapon would be useless should the enemy be farther than a few feet away. In Brandt's case, hands would be more efficient. The ork wasn't totally sure if the weapon could even be repaired and had no idea how it even got to be that way in the first place. He proceeded to checking his other weapons. The missile launcher was fine, and Brandt was done in less than ten minutes. He then went through both of his Uzis, which were also fine, in about a quarter of an hour.

Apparently, only the Ultimax had anything wrong. His gear checked, it was now 12:44, with plenty of time left before the meeting. The check-up had been faster than Brandt had anticipated, but then again, he already had quite a bit experience doing this now.



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15:25,
January 4th,
2070
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Jitter finally arrived in front of the Dante's Inferno. A quick spot-check assured him that he had his commlink and related gear, which also contained the encrypted data that held his System Identification Number and the relevant information to "identify" him. Of course, all of it was fake and quite well done, preventing most security checks to trace up to him, yet giving him a valid identity whenever needed... which was almost always, in fact.

Moving towards the entrance of the building, an AR display came up next to him, projected into his visual senses by the sim module implanted with his datajack, using information relayed by the commlink. The display offered schedules, opening hours (which showed that the Inferno was open... all the time, quite literally), and various other tidbits of information. It also tried to convince Jitter to enter and buy a drink, or to sell him one of the private rooms in the lower level, called "Hell". A few miliseconds later, the display updated itself to show that Jitter was already expected, having a registration for "Mr. Jitter". A new AR display popped up, replacing the last one, and kindly asked Jitter to follow it, using a very realistic computer-simulated voice similar to that of a large troll bouncer. The actual one waiting by the entrance simply nodded to Jitter as he passed, apparently having been informed that this man was to be let in without trouble.



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15:41,
January 4th,
2070
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(Blank)

Andos and Int had no trouble getting in the Dante's Inferno. Int seemed to know the bouncer pretty well. Besides, they had business there and were expected. At least, the name "Blank" was in their let-in list, whether it had anything to do with the meeting or not. The club was already quite well populated, most of the floors being at least a quarter full, even at this early hour. Not much to do now but wait for the time, then get to Hell down the bottom of the stairs and enter the Sixth room. Of course, since Int wasn't invited, he would have to stay on the upper levels of the building, away from the private rooms.



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15:17,
January 4th,
2070
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(Gamenac)

Gregory made his way to the sixth floor without problems, then remembered that the meeting was actually to be in the sixth room in Hell, which was the lower level of the building, a few floors beneath street level. He was still too early, though, and the bouncer watching the stairs leading to Hell beckoned him to please order a drink paid by the house, to compensate for the inconvenience. He'd just have to wait until the clock ran through those last 40 minutes left until the meeting.



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12:39,
January 4th,
2070
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Checking the weapons and hands had been a breeze, and Gerard recalled that he had made a note to go see David. He took one of his two Ares Vipers, hid it under his jacket, packed a spare clip for nastier troubles, and went out to find the man. At this hour, he would probably be taking a lunch break at BiggOrk's, his usual restaurant just outside the local Lone Star building. More than a building, it was actually more like a small walled city, though it was still officially called a "building" as the entire grounds were linked up together and everything was accessible from the interior.

Ten minutes later, Stonehead entered the small restaurant, and saw David talking low with Toĩki, the owner. As he approached, he noticed that David was apparently talking to the scruffy Ork about some heavy rustle of the Investigation division down in Dante's Inferno. David turned and greeted Stonehead as soon as he noticed him. "Hey, friend, anything I can help you with?"

A big grin came on the dwarf's face, and he shrugged helplessly "Oh, well, I kind'a guess you've already answered that now, 'av'n't ye?" Both the cop and the Ork laughed as soon as they understood why the dwarf was here. Toĩki offered them both a drink, but had to excuse himself to go take care of a troublesome customer before he could add anything else. "So, what's with you and Dante's, tough boy?" the cop asked half-jokingly over his drink.



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2070
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The route had been awkwardly clear, and things looked a little tense around Dante's -- which did look a little less heavily populated than usual. However, that was good news. Aside from the exorbitant cost of thirty nuyen to park the car two full blocks away from the place (and that was the last spot in that parking lot), he'd arrived there without trouble. He entered the place and took a good look. His mental-clock indicated that there were just over fifteen minutes left until the meeting.
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Post #19 Nov 18 2007, 09:49 PM InfernoTsunami
Gregory took his drink, a middle sized cup of Kvass, and drank it while waiting for the time to run down. He drank it down quite quickly, good thing for him it wasn't too alcoholic, he'd need to keep his head about him. Gregory was feeling a bit nervous about what was going to happen for his first run, he was just hoping it would be something fun for him to do, and that it would pay fairly well, too.
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Post #20 Nov 19 2007, 08:08 PM Usk'ighte
Wade declined the drink as he needed a clear head for the day.
"Apparently someone invited me over there, and I wasn't sure if he wanted to keep me for company for too long. I don't suppose you know anything about it?" Gerard replied and checked his watch, 3:00 P.M. plenty of time to finish talking and meet at Dante's Inferno.
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Post #21 Nov 20 2007, 06:18 PM destruction223
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"Sorry, Int, my friend, but you're not invited in there..." The troll was pouting. Like a child. The sobs came in strange exoplosions. "I'll be fine! Besides, I'm the person who lets you go off the job! Take a break, roam the Inferno!" The tears stopped flowing and he sat straight. "Ok, I wait here. Take drink, be casual. Not worry." The troll sniffled some and nodded. Andos strode down to the bottom-most floor and stood outside the hall door. Eighteen minutes till launch... These days time was getting slower. It would only seem like half an hour..... Blank hoped.
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Post #22 Nov 21 2007, 01:20 AM hoppy
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Jitter made his way through the crowd bumping rudely past anyone who dared get in his way. Under normal conditions this would have been an unwise decision for him, but right now he didn't care. Finally his computer escort led him to the end of his journey. Jitter's escort exchanged the data to the locked door to the private room where he was supposed to meet the persons giving him his mission. Jitter eyed a man leaning against the wall just outside the private room. Jitter and the man exchanged quick glares, Jitter's being of anger and this other man's was more a calm, cool glare. The door slid open and Jitter stepped into the room dropping his glare from the man outside, he thought he heard the man who had been leaning against the wall behind him. There were several open seats and to Jitter this was good, at least he wasn't late. Jitter could see a man flipping through some papers, he seemed rushed like he needed to memorize everything on the papers in a few moment. Jitter shrugged, wasn't his problem. Jitter took a seat and just chilled out trying to not focus too much on his headache forming from the loss of his `buzz`. Jitter could have checked to see how much longer he was supposed to wait but he really didn't feel like it and to be honest he wasn't in the mood to wait, so there he sat waiting impatiently.
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Post #23 Nov 21 2007, 09:58 AM Grunt_of_War
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Spine was pleased.

He had made decent time getting from his home to the meeting's destination, and now his eyes rested upon the outside appearance of Dante's Inferno. The mage took little time to admire the exterior, however - not that there was much to look at, but within moments, his crude Matrix display notified him of information regarding the place, signaling him with a slow, continuous flashing action and with the generic sound of a small bell being rung. Though he never found much use for such technology, he decided to view the information, and it had loaded into a welcome "screen" in the form of directions, aiding him to the room in which he was expected.

With that, he bypassed the bouncer, who gave Varan a nod of approval - apparently he already knew. Upon viewing inside, the spell caster caught sight of several regulars talking or merely hanging around, and though the place was only about a quarter full, the numbers were astonishing for such an hour. Not that it was surprising to the man - the bar Spine frequented occasionally had similar days, but from the looks of things, Dante's Inferno was certain to have this phenomena almost daily. He debated over whether to get a quick drink or not, but decided against it, and quickly shifted through the groups to follow his Matrix-based directions to the meeting point.

As he descended and wavered through some hallways, his display again glimmered with blinking and the sound of an archaic chime - probably not unlike that of Twentieth Century PC sounds, if he had been informed correctly. Spine closed the window and faced the door in which he had been led to. After verifying his identity, he opened the door to meet the gaze of a few men whom were already sitting and waiting...
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Post #24 Nov 25 2007, 02:29 PM DaFranker
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"I'm sorry, I don't even have an idea. There was a lot of hush-hush, and the execs were really jumpy today. One of the guys from investigations was fired because he asked the wrong questions. I don't know what it is, but there's something big going on and the Star's risking a lot for it. I heard there might be other corps involved, too, so you'd better watch your back. Try not to get killed, eh?"

Stonehead thanked his friend, and headed out for the Dante's Inferno. He was at the place in twenty minutes, and remembered that the meeting was to take place at the Sixth of Hell. He had no trouble making his way to the stairs. After being offered a drink and waiting in the club a little while, Wade went down and entered the meeting room, where one other man was sitting at a chair waiting and another was finishing picking up his papers. He left just as the dwarf took a seat.
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Post #25 Nov 26 2007, 06:53 PM Hackcrazy
Dhamon walks toward the meeting room already dreading this. he enters right as another person leaves the room. the sole occupant in the chamber when he enters is a dwarf. the dwarf barely notices his entrance. walking with an aloof gait, he takes a seat the farthest possible from both the dwarf and the door
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