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Shoot The Moon

Post by Hilo Takenaka » Sun Jun 10, 2018 5:13 am

"The council agrees to deny your method of restoring the Warrior race, young one."
"But this place is nothing more than an arid wasteland. We can be so much better than this."
It was true; Tartarus was a hellhole in itself. The world was almost devoid of life, and although they managed to figure out a way to sustain their people, the Warrior race was nowhere as strong as it once was.
Sitting on the zenith of the fragment of Chorus that crashed into the planet was the High Council; an order of Warriors that oversaw every law that was passed onto them. Their Prodigy (also called The Warrior. To save confusion, it will be shortened to TW) infused them with his strength and taught them everything they needed to know.
But soon enough the Warriors figured out that they could help control their planet if they controlled TW. Thus they enslaved the creature and cut a hunk of its flesh off every year, giving the people enough power to cultivate crops. And although the current Council was against the ancient practice, TW cursed the atmosphere as his final act of freedom, meaning any foreign food brought to the land would rot almost immediately.
Bitter and angry, a Warrior swore that they would bring pride to their race, with or without their approval.

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The already-noisy city of Casino was disrupted by the loud hums of hover-bikes speeding down the highway.
"Yo, Runt, why did they put YOU in charge of this? And remind me why your bro isn't here today."
"WELL if you paid attention, you'd notice that his girlfriend Sara isn't here either. That's because SHE'S IN LABOR and my brother has the decency of... you know... staying to help comfort her." Eisly shouted back. It wasn't like he was always mad at people, but Biro always seemed to say something to piss him off on purpose. He didn't know why; perhaps he just found the human annoying.
The Whitecloak gang was quite small in size, only having five members in total. There was Biro; who never knew his father, himself, his older brother Kirk, his girlfriend Sara and a robot that was decommissioned called Zeta. The five of them didn't normally do jobs unless it was something that
A) Payed well and
B) Was benevolent in some form.
In this case, they were meeting a contact in one of Casino's many hotels; The Stranger.
Parking outside, the three men walked inside with a deep breath. Their white attire w/ different-coloured accents stood out among the other patrons, although they weren't the only gangsters there. Many other gangs gathered here to drink, smoke and generally have a good time.
It was almost enough to make you forget it was a hotel.
Sitting at the bar, Eisly awaited for a contact whilst Biro was trying to pick up some goth-themed punk girl and Zeta was playing a game of slots... under immense supervision.
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Post by HoneyBuzz » Sun Jun 10, 2018 6:12 am

Ambrosia clutched the note in her hand, staring up at the Hotel. The woman had thrust that note into her hand, promising her freedom from her legal captors. For a moment, she almost thought about not going; but working for some strange man seemed much more exciting and free than slaving away in that hellhole. Quickly she threw open the doors, and almost immediately felt the atmosphere change. A few people looked at her, as she adjusted the collar of her signature low necked-jacket. Maybe she should have come in something less revealing; too late now.

Quickly she moved around drunk gangsters and possibly drugged out patrons, before finding herself at the bar. She rubbed her temples as she sat, the smell of smoke and alcohol culminating into a small headache. She didn't know who this 'Stranger' was, but she wanted to meet him, fast. Maybe it was the odd and semi-lustful looks she was getting, or the simple smell of back-handed deals, but Ambrosia could already feel her fight or flight instincts kick in. Quietly she looked around, her brownish-red eyes gleaming in what dim light there was. They were haunting, hypnotizing almost, and it's what gave her the ability to do her jobs best. It wasn't easy, convincing typical folk to gamble all their earnings away in hopes of catching that million dollar payout. No one ever got it, save for a few lucky ones, and it often took a lot of convincing to get there. The flutter of eyes, the sway of some hips, and their money was yours. Well, more like it was the Casino's owner; Ambrosia never saw much of the money she supposedly 'earned'.

Shaking her head, she realized this wasn't the time to be spiteful about pay. She needed to be on the lookout for someone who definitely stood out, and those weirdos in the uniforms certainly did. She knew thought that the man she was looking for wouldn't waltz in dressed up in some color-coded uniform, though; So she continued to loo.
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Post by Hilo Takenaka » Sun Jun 10, 2018 8:46 am

Noticing the rather... beautiful woman by the bar, Eisly sat down beside her. He still had his goggles on, but they added to the charm. He looked over at the people around him; his contact wasn't here either, but what better way to pass the time than to try and get a girl?
Heavy drinking also works, but negotiations whilst intoxicated beyond repair can be a bit... too extreme.
"Hey there gorgeous, how are you?" He took off his goggles, revealing his strange, yet somewhat enchanting eyes. "Mind if I get you a drink? Then we can chat and maybe I can show you MY part of town." He winked... oddly. It wasn't wrong or disturbing, but it looked like he had something in his eye, rather than the "smooth charms" that he thought he did. Sticking a piece of neon-coloured gum in his mouth, he chewed quietly, knowing full well that doing it loudly can be very... unpleasing to look at for many. "So... why are you here? And be honest, sweetie." His head then turned to a loud ruckus that was occurring on the table nearby.

"What do you mean I hic had too much to drink? YOU CHEATED!" An old Oberii man shouted. His face was as red as a beet, probably showing that he was INCREDIBLY drunk.
"You know what I mean. Now PAY UP." A tall, muscular man was barking orders before him. The outcome of the fight would be obvious. The Oberii didn't flinch however, and pointed a wobbly finger at him.
"I don't like to talk with slavers, Nimre. Now leave me be. You KNOW you cheated. We all do."
"My name isn't Nimre and I am NO slaver. It's illegal in Cronos Eye so why wou-"
"Age 22 from Dalkos V. A member of the Cronos Trade Union that supports the trade of slavery. You're a father of a baby girl and you would've been a father of four more if your slaves weren't so malnourished. You're hic a half human half Geldman, and you hide it under that RIDICULOUS cowl you wear." He pulled off the cowl, revealing the frill he had. It was an olive green colour, and would be much larger if it weren't for the half-breeding.
"Geldman-Human crossbreeds aren't a common sight to behold. Now how do you defend yourself?"
"With this." Nimre pulled out a gun and shot at the Oberii, before the bullet ricochet off a metal pole and was sent back at him. Piercing his heart, Nimre fell to the ground, dying almost instantly.
"That was lucky." The Oberii chuckled as he proceeded to loot the man and resume his drink like nothing had happened.
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Post by HoneyBuzz » Sun Jun 10, 2018 9:20 am

Ambrosia looked over to the man who seemed more than comfortable to slide up next to her. She rolled her eyes at his comment, already feeling the vomit in her mouth. "I could ask you the same, hot-shot." She smiled, her own flirtatious nature coming into play. This was she liked to do, playing with those who thought she'd be nothing more than a quick catch. It was fun, seeing their face switch when they realized she wasn't all that easy to play with.

Looking into the man's eyes she smirked, tracing a finger over the table. "Buy me a drink, huh?" She said, her eyes flashing with the same look that a hunter would have when they found their prey. She resisted the urge to vomit in her mouth as he mentioned 'his part of town'. Finally she sat back, as he questioned why she was here. "Waiting for someone important. How about you?" She asked, before realizing she wouldn't get her answer when a nearby scuffle occurred.

Ambrosia watched with interest, and cringed at the yelling match between the two. Perhaps one of these was her correspondent? If so, she suddenly felt like the chance of freedom was slipping from her grasp. Her chances of being free slipped further out of her hands as the one half-breed was shot dead by his own bullet. "Well, hopefully that wasn't him." She grumbled, leaning back in her seat.
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Post by ConfidentialCon » Sun Jun 10, 2018 9:21 am

Mirmuse suppressed a winch at the sight of the Oberii looting the man's corpse; they might be used to the sight, but that didn't mean they had to like it. But showing that kind of weakness in a place like the Stranger was like making yourself a neon sign shouting Fresh Sucker for the Taking!; you'd be eaten alive before the hour was over.

So instead Mirmuse rolled their shoulders, eyes bright as they turned away from the gristly sight and turned their attention to a robot playing slots, ambling over to watch more closely. They were taller than most of the patrons at the bar with human blood, their orange eyes blinking at the cigarette smoke wafting around their head. It didn't hurt them, but the smoke tended to stick to the polished stone surface of their eyeballs and blur their vision.

"Heya, friend. You lookin' for a more interestin' game?" Mirmuse offered brightly when the slot machine briefly fell still, calibrating the robot's results. They were digging its clothes, some weird white outfit with colorful accents: they could see a couple others in the same getup in the room, a human and a Warrior-Human mutt. A gang then, one who must be pretty strong or pretty stupid to come dressed to draw such attention; Mirmuse didn't have enough info yet to say which it was.

Mirmuse nodded cheerfully at them nonetheless; it wasn't like they didn't have time to kill by making friends. Mirmuse was in the bar to see a contact about what they assumed was a possible gig for their band, something that would really break them into the big leagues, though the exact details were pretty vague. No sign of him yet, though, and Mirmuse wasn't very good at waiting patiently.

"C'mon; a friendly game for a credit or two never hurt anyone," they said with a wink, pulling a deck of cards from their pocket. If they'd had eyebrows to wiggle charmingly at the robot, they'd be doing it.

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Post by Hilo Takenaka » Sun Jun 10, 2018 7:10 pm

Zeta turned over to Mirmuse and looked at her for a little bit. Small whirring sounds were barely audible, suggesting that this robot had something that hadn’t been oiled in a long time.
A click was heard and a thick surfer-guy voice came out of its speaker underneath its helmet.
“Sure thing, dude. Name how much you wanna bet on it and I’ll give you a round. What’s your name?” He outstretched his hand, hoping the alien would shake it. “I’m Zeta; member of the Whitecoats. Mark III Manufacturing Transport Robot developed by Ardallis Corp.” he sat next to her with a glimmer of excitement glowing in his lights.
Either that or he was programmed to do that.
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Looking back over at the girl, he got himself a drink and sighed. He was glad that the slaver was killed, but did it have to be so bloody? He nodded when he got his answer and realised that he had something incredibly similar.
”Partially to celebrate. I’m gonna be an uncle to a litter of pups today.”
He held his head high and did an imaginary cheers to celebrate himself before sipping his shot down. He then smiled at her and held his right hand slightly below his eyes. He did this so he was less tempted to look below the face.
”But also to meet a friend of mine. The namesake of this hotel.” he leaned in close and whispered into her ear. ”Don’t tell anyone but he apparently has direct contact to a powerful group on EFIC. Why they want my group and I is beyond me.”
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Post by ConfidentialCon » Sun Jun 10, 2018 8:53 pm

Mirmuse took Zeta's hand and gave it an enthusiastic shake, the solid points of their fingers clicking against Zeta's metal surface.

"I'm Mirmuse, lead sax player and best-lookin' member of Majestic Muse." They didn't give him their last name; being friendly didn't have to mean being stupid. "And I'm thinkin'... loser has to buy the winner's drinks," they said playfully; they doubted either of them could actually drink most of the things served here, what with Zeta having all those probably not-waterproofed electric parts and Mirmuse's body not evolved to handle liquids in quantities of more than a few drops at a time.

They shuffled the deck showily, not bothering to hide their amusement. "So what's a nice transport bot like you doin' in a bar like this?" they asked him, beginning to deal out the cards. They'd never played poker with a robot before, and they weren't sure if they were about to have the easiest or the most difficult game of their life in front of them. They liked that.

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Post by HoneyBuzz » Sun Jun 10, 2018 9:17 pm

Ambrosia watched the man 'discretely' make sure he didn't stare below the face, and for a second she had the urge to knock his teeth out right there. She didn't still clutching the note tightly in her hand. "Make a great uncle, huh?" She said, her voice sweet yet sarcastic all the same. As he came close to her, Ambrosia instinctively winced, pulling away after he was done speaking. She hated people getting close to her like that, and if it weren't for the promise of freedom she would have decked him long ago.

"I just so happen to think we may have the same man." She said, looking at him. She was only interested in his ties to the mysterious man, not him in general; not yet. "My name is Ambrosia, by the way." She added quickly, looking towards the gambling man and the bot. Her head tilted slightly, ribbons of red hair falling out of their messy bun as she did so. The robot had similar colors to the man next to her, and silently she sighed to herself. Another gang, parading around in bright colors to display themselves. Reminded her of birds, almost.
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Post by Hilo Takenaka » Mon Jun 11, 2018 12:12 am

"Ooo. Majestic Muse. Heard about you guys, and you're all fairly great players. Shame the whole galaxy hasn't heard about you, but maybe that's for the better." Zeta chimed in, shaking his head to the part about drinks. "Sorry, dude, but I... honestly don't like playing poker." As the cards were shuffled, he answered her question. "My boss' younger brother took us here for some reason. Apparently we're here to meet a friend." He nodded over to the other man in white who was (unsuccessfully) trying to pick up a cute woman. Their suits were almost identical, albeit his suit had mint-accents whilst Zeta's were an amber yellow.

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"Are you for real? YOU'RE looking for stranger too?" he asked, looking around the bar. He hoped nobody had heard them, as it was clear that it might pick up some... unnecessary attention. "Name's Eisly, by the way. I'm a... friend of Stranger's." as he waited, he drunk a shot and smiled lightly, before passing her a drink. "I DID promise you a drink, didn't I? And by the sound of things, we're gonna be working together for a while..."
The Chimera barman made them a drink, and he overheard their conversation. "My friend will be here shortly, so just stay comfortable." he trilled to the both of them, assuring that their contact was safe.
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Post by ConfidentialCon » Mon Jun 11, 2018 2:47 am

Mirmuse visibly brightened when Zeta said he was a fan of their band, almost preening. His admittance to not liking poker barely put a dent in their good moon. "Eh, don't worry about it," they said in response with a shrug, swiping back the cards they'd dealt out before reshuffling the deck again. Even when their mind was on something else, Mirmuse needed something to do with their hands.

They twisted around in their chair briefly to look at the man the robot was pointing at, their neck not flexible enough to allow them to view him otherwise. "Must be a pretty important friend." Mirmuse widened one their pupils at him in an Eucharis' version of a raising an eyebrow. "You know I hate to ask stuff like this, but... is this the kind of meeting where there's gonna be talking, or the kind of meeting where there's gonna be bullets? 'Cause I'd hate to get caught up in the second kind; just not a big fan of getting shot, you know."
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