Original A.R.K.N.E.T. | Rogues

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~A.R.K.N.E.T. Library~ (Naru)

The weasel let out a quick cry before being torn apart by the formerly dormant air that had delivered precise lethal cuts, striking the weasel dead before she even knew it. Vueiri lay dead in the middle of the fiction section, her own demise real enough to give a bit of irony to the whole situation. The library fell silent as blood seeped out of her throat as she sputtered incoherently through the red that bubbled out from between her innocent lips.

Murderer... good... you heard the vixen's voice in your head as you slowly made your way back to her. Aurella stood tall, arms crossed with a look of amusement and dominance across her red lips as they stretched across her muzzle in a sadistic grin. ”Good boy, see that wasn't so hard now was it?” She had a mocking tone, speaking to you as if you were a child, too stupid to comprehend technical thinking. ”I suppose I should apologize again for 'invading' your mind, but it was the only way to ensure that I get what I want...” She twirled a strand of crimson hair between her fingers, letting her gaze go to the ceiling as she gave a short monologue. ”If you didn't know it already – I'm a part of you now. You were so easy to tap into... it's as if you wanted to be with me... intimacy really does open people up... doesn't it? she gave a spiteful laugh. ”You see, this never was about a simple book, I'm Drake's scout, I kill, spy and find people I believe would be adequate for A.R.K.N.E.T. Work; and you fit the bill perfectly..."

Aurella walked past you, letting her paw slide along your back. ”We're connected now, my pleasure is your pleasure – and my pain is yours... She looked at you with a cynical gaze, lips curving into a smirk. ”I don't expect you to be smart enough to understand – however if you were wondering why your thoughts were so... well, torn, it was because I was giving them a read, just checking what was going on in that... feeble mind of yours. Let's just say this... You'd only be killing yourself – honey...”

She continued walking to the doors of the library, smiling in a sickeningly content fashion when she passed the weasel's corpse. ”Now Hiring...” she said on account of the recent events before she opened the doors for you, ushering another thought into your mind. ”I'm parched... you're going to buy me a drink at the pub... handsome.”

She made her way down the street entering the pub – not necessarily waiting for you and pushing the saloon-style doors open, in full swing of he confidence.

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~A.R.K.N.E.T. Pub~ (General)

”What's with you guys?” Jackson said with a laugh. ”You don't seem to have any initiative... ”I'll go if there's room... blah blah...” He said with a mocking tone as he stood up from his stool and jingled his keys. ”We haven't even determined who is going, like obviously there's room. There's me in the drivers side, my GF in the passengers side. Then we got Andrew and room for 3 other people – long as one of you don't mind sitting in between me and my GF.” He twirled the keyring around his finger, moving over to Kelyren. ”Hint: Andrew's more irritable when he's in the back – and if that doesn't suit you, my GF is bisexual...” He burst out laughing as he slapped her on the shoulder playfully. ”Ha, I'm just joking, you're a good sport!”

Jackson's laughter stopped as the doors to the pub burst open. A slim, ample chested vixen wearing a long elegant dress, revealing a slender left leg. She walked in with confidence, easily gaining the attention of the bartender as he froze midway into cleaning a glass. "C-can I get you something... Ma'am?”
The vixen shook her head as she swished her tail to the side as she seated herself on the center stool. ”Oh no, a man will be here shortly – he will be buying my drinks.” It was clear Keb had little understanding of this woman. His gaze followed her as she smoothly moved off the stool, walking to the center of the pub. ”Oooh, what do we have here?” she said as she touched a finger to Lacuna's forehead, giving a playful and haughty gaze. ”You remind me of a librarian who recently died... only you're much more masculine than she was, and might I say you smell -- unique...” She let herself trail off as she went to associate with the rest of the bar-goers.

She payed little attention to Jackson as he conspicuously eyed her chest. She kept her gaze on Jack, narrowing her eyes as if she sensed some form of familiarity – but to no avail. She turned her head as she instinctively found herself sliding into a chair next to the Kitsune. ”I like something about you.” she said amiably as she tapped Kelyren's nose. ”It seems we have a bundle of newcomers here. Could it be that they are interested in employment?” she said rhetorically. ”I can help you... if you like. After all, Drake's been nagging me to death after the loss of two of his most favourite playthings.” She tapped a claw on the table as she looked around again, her red lips and flowing hair perfectly aligned like the rest of her as she sat with the kitsune – almost daring someone to say something.

 

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Keb smiled as he saw a rather unenthused customer approach the bar. These were the good kind of people, the ones with no emotion, not afraid to drain the bar and fill Keb's pockets. Keb set out a glass, automatically readying a strong drink, as he set the now cleaned mug on the counter. "Hello sir, can I get you something to drink? Or are you the fellow that lovely vixen gal told me about?" he said as he leaned on the counter with his elbows, smiling eagerly at the knowledge of crisp bills.

Meanwhile, Jackson looked to the Kitsune with a puzzled look. Wondering why it was that she would want to stay in the city, after all, he thought they were all together. "Uh... really? You want to stay here? I mean, sure but I just figured you were... you know... somebodies GF... namely his." he said, pointing to Lacuna. "You guys have been pretty close to each other since you guys came in, save for the few times the weasel went over to Jack Skull or whatever - sorry I don't know your names, In that case, I'd say nicknames are better anyway." Jackson moved his finger to each patron, beginning with Jack.

"Alright, you can be 'Skelington.' Weasel, you're now 'Ron Weasel-E' and robot.... well you're Tin-Tin, you know, the movie about the kid who... ah fuck you get it anyway..." Jackson laughed as he spun around.
"And you can call me Sexy..." Aurella said as she ran a finger down Jackson's chest, causing him to give her an awkward look.
"Look, I'm in a relationship - you look nice, but you're too.. umm... Whore *cough, cough*" He said as he made his mockery loud enough for her to hear.

For a moment there was a deep fire in the vixen's eyes, ready to tear his throat out at a few choice words, however her sadistic look faded as her ears perked up and she smiled apologetically. "Of course, I shouldn've have assumed I could've just been so forward about that sort of thing." Aurella began exiting the bar, done with being mocked and relatively unnoticed. She pushed the doors open, almost forgetting about her human pet. "Mr. Grayson, come." She demanded as if he were a pet. "Don't forget my drink either you stupid twat... and make sure you don't spill any. We're leaving." With that, Aurella began leaving the bar, making sure her human pet followed with her, if he didn't she could surely make him...

Jackson wiped off his vest where the vixen had touched him, laughing at her expense. "A real bitch that one... never understood her, always trying to, well... manipulate men? Is that even what she does? Whatever... anyway, I'm getting in the car, everyone who's coming aboard lets go. My GF's place isn't too far off anyway." He walked outside, moving towards his car, not realising he had left Andrew alone outside, he probably needed the time alone anyway.

Keb sat at the counter, watching the movement inside the bar as he stared at the Kitsune. "Well, well, if you're staying, could I get you a drink? or are you gonna wander the streets sober like a pansy?"

 

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Keb flipped the crisp bill into the register, happy to receive some money, even if it was from awkward emotionless humans with seemingly no attraction to their partner. Keb smiled as he waved the many people out, leaving only the mischievous couple in the bar. Keb tapped his claws on the counter in an awkward fashion until he heard the Kitsune say the word 'drink'. Keb reached his hands behind him without taking a glance at the falling cabinets. after a moment of feeling the effects of gravity and a heavy object almost breaking his arm, he turned around. "Holy mother of--"

Keb was cut off by the sounds of smashing bottles and spilling liquid, his face was in a mixture of horror and sudden realization that the many hours of mug-cleaning were in vain. "My god... how the fuck..." He muttered to himself as he rubbed his forehead. Slowly the bartender's ears folded back and he slipped off his stained white apron, letting it drop heavily to the floor. He stared at the mess, seeming unsure of what he should do.

Keb's ears perked up as he heard the weasel call his name. He turned around and saw the weasel holding a slip of- no a bill, a perfectly clean $20 bill. Keb practically ripped it out of the weasel's hands, seeming almost crazy as he held the bill in his paws. "Well, thank you my good man, I'll remember to get you a few drinks... after this bullshit is sorted out." He said as he stared back at the mess behind him. The bartender nodded and waved the two off. "Alrighty you two, I've got a mess and a half to get to, so the bar's closed... maybe for a while, those two cats always bring shit to this place..."

Meanwhile, Jackson had already taken a seat inside his car, turning the key, causing the car to rumble loudly - spitting off a cloud of smoke out the exhaust. Not long after the car had started Andrew could be seen turning around the corner, as he tossed a cigarette butt onto the ground, stomping it out as he wore an unamused expression. "Ok, let's just get the fuck outta here Jackson, unless you have some other fucking retarded thing to say."
Jackson smirked and began rolling up the window slowly. "Ok, if you don't have anything nice to say - my windows are sound proof..."
Andrew rolled his eyes and went around to the back, opening the door and barely squeezing himself into the car on account of his height. The car shook as he finally managed to force his way in, almost losing his balance as he popped into the car. He gave a quick glance at Jack, narrowing eyes. "Say something funny boney, I dare you - I'll take that skull of yours and use it as a fucking ashtray..."

Jackson adjusted his mirror and slipped on a pair of black shades, raising an eye brow and giving a smirk into the mirror. "Shut it white-trash, I don't want to have to deal with two bitches when we get my GF." Andrew buckled himself in, not saying anything more save for a exaggerated sigh. "Hmm?" Jackson said in response to Jack's question. "My girlfriend? Her name's Camo - kinda self explanatory, she wears it a lot. Though with the little she actually does wear it makes me wonder how effective camo is when your navel is exposed; not that I'm complaining..." Jackson leaned an elbow on the dash impatiently. "Now where the fuck is Tin-Tin?"

Not too far off, Aurella and her pet were walking down the busy streets, headed towards the A.R.K.N.E.T. building. Aurella grabbed her drink, almost tearing it out of John's hands and popping the cap off. "Oh god, you've no idea how good it is to get a drink again eh Mr. Grayson?" she gave a giggle at the man's expense and took a long drink of whatever had been bought - it seemed to be whiskey. The vixen took a glance over to John, her left eye gave a bitter green glow, causing his body to feel warm and slightly buzzed - from the alcohol. "No point in a well refined lady in being drunk... I'll let you have that portion of the drink - I just like the taste. After all, I say you deserve to get a little drunk, pets do need to be rewarded for good behavior..."

She walked for another block, unaware that two individuals were silently stalking her. She continued talking to Mr. Grayson, or was she really talking to herself? "So, I see you know about Pscionics, how quaint. However it won't help you now - remember, we share a brain now, basically your fucked. Pardon my french." She said devilishly as she covered her eye with her hair once more, disguising her Pscionic abilities. "Yes, I am perfectly aware that I cannot hope to break free of your dominance master..." John said unwillingly as they rounded a corner, only a couple streets before the A.R.K.N.E.T. building.

 

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Finally... now that everyone is ready we can get going!” He placed his large paw over the gear-shift and with a loud crank; it was placed into drive. He rolled out smoothly, taking a glance back at the bar with a smirk, noticing through the clear windows the spilled beer and remaining chaos their visits often caused. Jackson gave a hiss of laughter and lowered his shades slightly as he looked back through the rear-view mirror at the group. ”Well fuck, did I ever tell you that every time me and Andrew are in that place at the same time – shit gets real?” He asked rhetorically. ”Cause it does.” He pushed his shades back down and turned a corner, heading out of the downtown area.

Andrew shifted in place uncomfortably. He was squished between the left side window and a Prometheus, and he definitely wasn't enjoying it. He grumble as he made feeble attempts at making more room for himself, eventually trapping his arm underneath the side of the seat in the process, making him more angry. ”Fuck Jackie, couldn't we have just put the skeleton into the trunk? It'd make more room...” he started angrily. ”Better yet, why don't we just take apart that robot and throw his metal ass in the trunk!” Jackson gave a slight sigh, saying nothing to Andrew, content on letting the situation handle itself, sick of dealing with the equivalent to a bulky ten year-old. ”Well?!”

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Back downtown, Aurella and her pet were making good progress, the A.R.K.N.E.T. building was only another ten minutes walk away. Aurella smiled as she finished off her drink, feeling a little buzzed; definitely not what she wanted. She scowled and looked at John. He still seemed to be an emotionless pile of lard – that was for sure, he hadn't said anything since she had forced him to, so how could this be happening? ”Oh...” The sound came through parted lips, an unconscious action even she was not aware of, she had a worried look, but quickly masked it with a sly grin to her partner, giving her fingers a snap as to reprimand her stupidity without giving her emotions away. I forget that we share John... I get half the pain, you get half the pain... well, in this case alcohol, but you get it – or don't you? My little zombie.... Her thoughts were planted into his mind as he perceived the words. Aurella frowned. ”You're no fun, I'm going to have to get Drake to... 'liven' you up a bit.” She gave  short cackle, not dissimilar to an evil laugh as she continued down the street.

The pair walked equally down the street, paying virtually no attention to the streetlights as cars passed by them, the air whipping the vixen's dress to and fro, but not enough to affect her composure as she remained hauntingly beautiful. Not two steps after they crossed the street, a high-pitched buzzing could be heard coming from the vixen's location. She took a slight glance around, noticing nothing out of the ordinary she lifted her hair, revealing a headset. She pressed an 'A' colored button and continued walking. ”Hello? - Mr. Drake, yes, I'm just heading there now... - Oh, yes it was simple really, he so adorable!” she looked to John's emotionless face as she emphasized, quickly turning back to the conversation. ”Yes, I'll make sure he does. - WHAT?!” she exclaimed taking a look at one of the may cameras that buzzed by, surely positioned everywhere in the city. ”Yes, I suppose that's why they are there... yes sir, I'll make sure... east wing? Of course. - Dinner tonight? Um, I'm sorry Mr. Drake I've a previous engagement... - Oh, yes never mind, I'll clear the schedule... always a pleasure...”

Aurella pressed the button again and whisked her hair back over, concealing it, with no trace of evidence. She gave an exasperated sigh as she patted John on the back. ”The things people do to keep their promotion eh? Never mind puppet...” She focused her gaze forward with an air of paranoia about her, as her high-heels clacked hastily towards the building.