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

Discussion in 'Roleplay Archives' started by Spaughtyena, Nov 9, 2012.

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  1. "You have arrived at your destination. Please enjoy your stay in A.R.K.N.E.T. city, and thank you for choosing A.R.K.N.E.T. Transportation!" you hear as you exited the hovercraft that had transported you to the city.

    The city practically illuminated the countryside, having lights in every complex. You stare in wonder as the sheer amount of technology used in this district alone. It seemed like something from a sci-fi film. The ground had a constant shadow as the many hover-cars and floating ads of various stripes loomed high in the sky, and the abundance of security drones and mechanical sensors, each with a large red A plastered on them made it impossible to get a sense of privacy.

    The citizens milled about as they made their way down the streets. Young couples sat on floating benches sharing the day's warmth over a cup of coffee or the latest internet sensation, as the elderly looked to the sky remembering days long past.

    The hovercraft slowly drives off, leaving you here in the middle of the city. The buildings towered over you, easily having 300 stories or more.

    Finally you see it -- the pinnacle of the city, and its namesake. It was a large black building, shaped like an 'L.' Massive neon lights, red in color, were suspended to the front of the building.  --A.R.K.N.E.T Inc. It took up over 10 blocks, and was easily double the height of the other buildings. Many hover-cars can be seen docking inside it as the moments went by.

    The building was in the center of the city; although that made sense, after all, they did build the city around the establishment. It was this building that you had come here for, seeking employment.

    It is here you will begin your adventure. Along the way you will make countless life-changing decisions, and take many lives -- innocent or no. But all of that is irrelevant in this city, for the taking of lives is just another business; a business that payed well.

    Whatever you do, and however you choose to do it, always remember one thing -- A.R.K.N.E.T will be watching you...
     
    #1 Spaughtyena, Nov 9, 2012 at 12:12 AM
  2. RE: Original A.R.K.N.E.T. | A Galaxy Enslaved

    If Jack could have cringed in disgust at this point, he would have. However, being a mere skeleton of his former self, this was impossible for him. Instead, the flames in his eyes dimmed in a way not dissimilar to how the living squinted their eyes in anger at something, except the thing he was angry at resided inside this very building. He looked around at the small crowd exiting public transportation as he did the same. "You people disgust me." he stated, loud enough so that hopefully anyone could hear, "Coming here to what is essentially forced labor killing those close to you until you die an early death. Just disgusting." He knew they probably couldn't hear him, but he didn't care too much, as that was not even close to the reason he was even here in ARKNET City. Why was he here? He was looking for someone. Someone from his past -- a female Lycan by the name of Sly. Jack had been near-obsessed with her ever since she proved to have been the only one to seemingly care enough about him to save his life years ago where nobody else would have. This was not an obsession on the level of a stalker, though, more of the feeling of duty to repay someone, even after his death to his rival in the mountains fourteen years ago. He could barely remember her -- after all, having your soul ripped out of your previous body and transplanted into a skeleton was bound to have some side effects, memory loss being one of them -- but he remembered one very important thing: this was where she had worked, tirelessly killing people, all those years ago. If she was still here, which was likely, he had to find her, and convince her to quit like he had done. After all, his beliefs in the way of the samurai had lent to him a sort of sense of honor -- a sense which had told him that killing the helpless was dishonorable. This was the primary reason he had quit, along with his discovery of what he thought they had done to his brother.

    Is she even still alive, let alone here? he found himself thinking. He stopped himself, N-no, she has to still be alive. I don't think they killed you if you did your job without question. His "eyes" darted from the huge sign at the roof of the complex to the front door, then to the terminal inside one of the rooms visible from the outside. Then he remembered something. A flashback. The code "KAI-456-13AB4F-D" flashed across his mind -- the serial number he was given the day after his thirty-sixth birthday for his new "AI," of sorts. Digging deeper, he realised that this code had given him access to many areas of the building. He now knew what he had to do. I have to find her, then go to the mountains and face-down Saki. I need my old body to get in. Knowing this, one thing was certain -- he was going to get revenge on the man who had ordered the killings of his parents and brother all those years ago, but he couldn't do it alone. That was why he needed Sly. Only she, by this point, would know most of the building layout, and he figured that by the point he found the AA missile launcher that sent him crashing to the ground in 8039, he would be able to tell who had tried to kill him. Although he had his theories as to who had done it, he needed to confirm them, and he thought that by confirming them with her behind him that she would realise why he quit and hopefully do the same.

    With that, he walked off in the other direction, away from the compound, in search of a place to sit down and collect his thoughts. Almost anywhere not outside would do -- a bar, a library -- the only thing that mattered was that he had to be inside.
     
    #2 Nebulon Ranger, Nov 9, 2012 at 2:27 AM
  3. RE: Original A.R.K.N.E.T. | A Galaxy Enslaved

    ARKNET City.

    The sheer amount of technology wowed Kelyren, of course, but she had been expecting something of the sort. It was part of the reason she'd been attracted to the city. Slipping through the small crowed and onto the street, the violet-eyed Kitsune looked around, tail half-wrapping around her left leg, her vulpine ears rotating to catch various sounds of the people around her. Her ears did pick up a fair bit more than a human's, after all, and it didn't take much to seperate the buzz of conversation from footsteps from--

    Kelyren subtly turned her head as a skeleton seemingly went on a rant to nobody in particular about forced labor and killing one's close aquaintences. She grinned wryly a bit at his tirade, watching as he just seemed to stand there for a moment. Kelyren noted how his gaze darted to and fro, obviously either tracking the movement of something or analyzing the large- What an understatement- building before him. It was most likely the latter, as the skeleton abruptly turned and walked away.

    This piqued Kelyren's interest. She looked at the ARKNET building for a moment and grinned wider. I have some time to kill, after all... She turned her head to watch the skeleton gain a bit more distance. After a few seconds, she slipped once again through the crowds, weaving through the other people as if she wasn't a fox, but a cat- a cat stalking a mouse. Not as a hunt, but as a game: to play with her target a bit and figure it out.
     
    #3 Keileon, Nov 9, 2012 at 4:06 AM
  4. RE: Original A.R.K.N.E.T. | A Galaxy Enslaved

    WHP-01. A fairly slender man of the Promethi race, stepped out of the hover craft. He looked around, scanning the area with his sensors. From what he could tell, this was probably one of the most futuristic places he had ever seen, and that was saying something. In his couple thousand years of existence, or at least of existence within his robotic body, he had been many different places. None of them had been nearly as advanced as ARKNET city though. A couple of notable creatures he had scanned however was a skeleton-shaped humanoid, and one with what seemed to be the traits of a fox. WHP-01 ran a quick diagnostic on his system, seeing if anything was wrong with his systems before he left to explore a bit more into this city. Critical Diagnostic... 20%... 40%... 60%... 80%... 100%... No Major Problems Detected. Battery power at 35.26%. New Batteries suggested soon.


    WHP-01 was not even aware that his power had drained so low. Of course he had not changed his batteries for at least 2 weeks now, but he still expected his power to be at about 55% by now. WHP while running his Critical Diagnostic had not noticed that the two notable energy signals nearby had gone out of his sensor range. Not really sure of what to do, he walked off towards the bar of the area, hoping that he might perhaps be able to get directions to an area where new batteries could be obtained.
     
    #4 Cid, Nov 9, 2012 at 4:57 AM
  5. RE: Original A.R.K.N.E.T. | A Galaxy Enslaved

    Jack had just rounded a corner to a nearby street when out of the corner of his left eye, he noticed them. A Prometheus and what appeared to be some form of Lycan seemed to be following him. He slowly turned around, drawing his katana from its saya and pointing it in their direction. "Who. Are you." he said, making sure to speak loud enough for WHP and Kelyren to hear his voice. He continued, trying to sound at least a bit intimidating, "More importantly, why are you following me? Why did you break from the crowd? Do you intend to kill me if I don't join those bastards?" He narrowed his flames at the two in apprehension, almost interrogating them further. He decided seconds later to not get off on the wrong foot, however, and merely turned around again and said, sighing, "You're off the hook for now. I don't have time for this anyway. If you want to explain to me who you are, then follow me to the nearest pub. Otherwise, get out of my sight. I'm looking for someone far more important than you." He then began to round the corner again, heading for the same bar he took breaks from killing people at while alive. He had to wonder if it were even still in business, though he assumed it would be, given that the corporation he worked for still was. He wondered who would be there -- other than the hobos that frequented the alleys between it and the establishments surrounding it.

    He kept walking, thinking more about her on the way. I hope she's still alive -- no, I hope that if she's still alive, she'll see through the skeletal exterior and know who I am. That she'll understand me. That's all I want. Nothing else matters.
     
    #5 Nebulon Ranger, Nov 9, 2012 at 5:20 AM
  6. RE: Original A.R.K.N.E.T. | A Galaxy Enslaved

    John exited the hover-car, looking around at the nearby buildings and all the many marvels around him with a very stoic expression, through the advance robotic eyes that lied hidden behind his shades. He observed a skeleton Lycan, a female Kitsune, and a Promethi man nearby, but decided to mostly ignore them for the time being. He looked up at the A.R.K.N.E.T. building, the place he decided he would seek employment at during his stay here. His real reason for being here was of course, to gather more magical knowledge, and the chance to find ancient texts within the cities libraries. John considered himself a magical scholar of some sort, and was always out looking for more knowledge

    With a stretch, he began walking around, searching for one of the city's libraries. He was already eager to get to learning what he could from the many different texts he could find.
     
    #6 Naru, Nov 9, 2012 at 5:28 AM
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    "And then i shot him dead." the well muscled and older canine said with a grin as one of his cigarettes were being lit for him, by one of those stuck up bitches hanging off him because of his money and position, he didnt care anymore though, afterall Marcus 'The Rabid Badger' Thompson had very few things to care about now a days. Their was killing your targets, getting payed, drinking vast quantities of alcohol in the bars or hanging with the in crowd at whatever foriegn classy restuarant was currently everyones favorite, and having a vast quantity of people who wanted your money, your body, or your life. This was just the cycle though, it didnt mean anything to him, and he wasnt one of those people who want to the high class society social clubs, he prefered the rough dingy and more thrilling venues that the city had to offer, life offered him anything he could ever want, but he'd much prefer cracking a skull or two while drinking cheap booze in some crap ass shit hole with some letters missing from the sign.

    Today was no different, retellings of his latest work became common place, kept the interest of everyone on him where it belonged, he was better then them, and they knew it to, Marcus Thompson had put more rough and tough punks and rich money grubbing scum bags into the ground then their were people in graves in the cemetary. Experienced? you bet your ass he was, killing was common place in this mans life style, and he always looked for an excuse to add another to the ever growing list, after throwing some of that hard earned blood money at the bartender he took his leave. Chuckling at the ever so needy women still wanting a piece of him he shook off their advances "I got some business to take care of back in the office, you two keep on drinking and thinking about me and ill come see you tonight heh heh.." both took their leave back to the bar with sweet smiles and giggles.

    Marcus turned away with a smug smirk, he never planned on seeing those two again before he found some one new to take their place, was just business, never get attached, never start caring, just cheap one night stands and drinking buddies you wont miss, and thats how he liked it. Stepping out into the bright sunlight he frowned and blinked them clear of the dazzlement and took notice out of the corner of his eye, the freak parade show going on..as every new face stood out of the crowd so blatantly, a shambley thin robot that looked like a small breeze could knock it over, an 'oh so sneaky' fox, if it hadnt been for that weird ass talking skeleton she probablly would of gone unnoticed. He rolled his eyes and looked away, not caring what these sideshow clowns were up to..if they made trouble, he was decently sure he'd be getting a contract, or some other hitman would.. but for now, he had money to collect, and a secretary with lovely 'assets' to go flirt with.
     
    #7 Ex3ls10r, Nov 10, 2012 at 3:28 AM
  8. RE: Original A.R.K.N.E.T. | A Galaxy Enslaved

    Hmm... Its that fallen angel again... Wonder what's eating him? WHP-01 thought to himself, as he encountered him while looking for a bar. It seems this skeletal being is going towards the bar... Perhaps I should follow him, find a place to recharge sooner...WHP-01 followed the man warily, being sure to keep his guard up. He ran another scan of the surrounding area, telling that it was possibly more rural then the previous area, although it was still quite advanced. Perhaps after he recharged his batteries, he would go off to find some work around here, or perhaps to check out some of the other areas. He was sure however that he would be able to find something to do in A.R.K.N.E.T. city. At least until he had to do some Mercenary work anyway.
     
    #8 Cid, Nov 11, 2012 at 3:15 PM
  9. RE: Original A.R.K.N.E.T. | A Galaxy Enslaved

    'So... A.R.K.N.E.T. City...' mused a sly Thenast as he trotted away from the hovercraft that had delivered him to the famous place. 'Nothing like it, I guess. Not that I've seen.' Despite this admission, the black-furred weasel wasn't too impressed. Sure, everything was shiny and sterile, but how much of it actually served a purpose besides a sense of cleanliness and superiority?

    Larsa was mildly examining his new surroundings when his sweeping gaze reached a certain structure. 'That building, though... That could provide a purpose,' he chuckled in his mind, studying the conspicuous A.R.K.N.E.T. Inc. A potent business that contained a sidelong assassination organization. For a few minutes, the weasel leaned back against a nearby object. Even as distinctive drones passed by, bearing their red "A", Larsa stayed motionless.

    A seemingly hurried gentleman strode past the idle Thenast, suddenly growing a blank expression and lost attitude. Larsa took vague notice as his unique scent affected the man briefly, but suspiciously effectively. 'Overworked, complacent city humans will inevitably be more susceptible to me...' Larsa evaluated passively. Tilting his head, he gauged a feeling in the air-- judged the noise pollution, any pheromones he could pick up, watched the crowds move... and decided what he would do next. Smoothly, he departed from his loitering stance and began moving forward.

    Rather snidely, Larsa thought, 'I've never been in a place like this...  While I am after a job as a mercenary, it would be sin of me to wander around this queer city with no knowledge of the locals.' And with that ambiguous objective, Larsa resolved to find the nearest bar and observe the worst this city had to offer, and hear from the loosest mouths any particular popular rumors or tough life stories.
     
    #9 CerberusLycan, Nov 13, 2012 at 1:41 AM
  10. RE: Original A.R.K.N.E.T. | A Galaxy Enslaved

    Kelyren stopped, ears pricked forward, as the Lycan skeleton noticed and confronted her. She even grinned a bit at his "interrogation". In defensive response to the blade being pointed at her, she took out... what appeared to be merely the handle of a katana. She still held it in front of her in what would be a defensive stance if the "katana" actually had a blade, but she didn't look wary, tense, or angry or anything that would have hinted she was afraid of the skeleton, or overeager to fight him. Just a battle-ready stance in case it did come to a fight.

    She relaxed as the skeleton turned away from her, speaking in a somewhat disregarding manner. An invite to come if she was willing to explain herself, a demand to stay away if she wasn't. Kelyren chuckled a little. "More interesting by the second," She commented aloud, her tone amused and thoughtful. With this, she simply continued to follow him. Her pace was quicker- an effort to catch up, not that it was an effort at all. She still held the katana handle, the part that would have held the blade pointed downward.

    "Call me curious, I suppose," The Kitsune said as she drew closer to the Lycan, "I mean, it takes some amount of bravery for a pile of bones such as yourself to not only show contempt for an entire group, but also to confront someone following you when you obviously think they'll kill you." She directed almost reflective violet eyes towards him, not about to say more, or even introduce herself- simply awaiting his response.
     
    #10 Keileon, Nov 13, 2012 at 4:21 AM
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    ~A.R.K.N.E.T. Pub~ (General)

    On the left side of the street lay a small building. It was grey in color, keeping in theme with the rest of the square-shaped buildings. It had a small parking lot for any ground vehicles. The area around the pub smelled of booze and cigarette smoke.

    The pub didn't appear to have a name, instead it bore a large 'A' like all the other establishments. The fact that nothing was owned in its own right only reflected A.R.K.N.E.T.'s influence over the city.

    Inside the bar was floored in white tiles, sporting hovering stools and cameras in every corner -- Not that it was easy to see anything through the cigarette smoke.The bartender stood behind the counter cleaning a mug, while talking to a well-toned Felidi, his colorings similar to a Siberian tiger. The bartender was an old grey Lycan, his fur beginning to become peppery.

    The rest of the bar seemed vacant, only a few busty women and a homeless man lined the southern wall.

    "Welcome to A.R.K.N.E.T. City Pub & Eatery, please enjoy your stay." chimed the automated door as you entered the bar.

    The bartender looks up from his conversation and gave a weary smile, "Hello, welcome. Come have a seat, I'm sure there's something I can get you."

    The white Felidi grumbled irritably as he turned himself away from your gaze, making it clear that he wasn't in the mood for conversation with anyone but the bartender.

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


    The library was just down the street, like everything else, it sported many lights and a neon 'A' on it's roof.

    It was a decently sized structure, using popular roman architecture and pillars to make it unique from the rest of the city. Not surprisingly, the stairs were littered with young folk, drinking coffee while their noses dipped into the latest novels and stories.

    "Welcome to A.R.K.N.E.T. City library, please enjoy your stay." chimed the automated door as you entered the library. Inside it smelled of tea and fresh-paper. A the front desk sat a small Thenast woman, hardly visible behind her monitor.

    "Oh my! are you new to the city, how wonderful!" she clasped her paws together as she made her way around the desk to greet you. "This is marvelous, it has been so long since this place has seen a new face, come sit down -- could I get you some tea?" She began leading you towards a small table, not waiting for a response.

    For a moment the woman simply stared at you, silver eyes studying you similar to how a killer analyzes her victims, before sitting down on the opposite side of the table. "So, are you looking for anything in-particular? or are you just here for some tea? -- I swear the local A-Bucks may go out of business just from my little tea shop! she laughed, and put her paws on her lap, waiting for a response from you.
     
    #11 Spaughtyena, Nov 13, 2012 at 4:22 AM
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    "Yes, some tea would be fine." John said in a polite tone, as he starred right back at her, his eyes automatically examining her just as she did with him, only like how a scientist would analyse it's test subject, but his shades prevented her from seeing that. "But the reason I am here, is to ask if I could see some of the books, tomes, scrolls, anything you have, on the subject of magic."

    He leaned back in his seat as he examined the nearby area his eyes taking in every detail, as he waited for the response from the woman.
     
    #12 Naru, Nov 13, 2012 at 4:39 AM
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    Jack stopped, for lack of a better description, dead in his tracks, upon hearing Kelyren's response, and pivoted on the spot to face her. "As though it actually mattered." he said confidently, with a hint of arrogance in his voice, "If there's anything death has taught me, it's that fearlessness is one's greatest attribute nowadays. However, if losing everything has taught me anything else, it's that fear of loss is insurmountable." As he said, this, he sheathed his katana, turned around again, and headed for the door to the bar. On his way, his mind began racing with thoughts of Sly again. I'm sure she'll be here at some point, but what if she doesn't recognise me for who I am? I have no way of knowing if she even still remembers my name, let alone how I used to act...

    Within a few seconds, he reached the old-style saloon doors of the bar. Looking up at the roof, it was exactly as he had remembered it to be; the great red A of the neo-Communist ARKNET "government" hung high over the entrance, as if reminding him that he had never officially left their ranks. Damn them, if I had had half a mind at the time to not fear death as I do now, then I could have severed all ties... He surveyed the surroundings a bit before entering; the alley that normally contained five bums after he last came here now contained only four, but he could assume that the vagrant in question had made his way into the pub and somehow hadn't been thrown out on his ass by the bartender yet. He still questioned to this day why exactly the man let them in to begin with, as none of them had any money to spend on booze, at least, to his knowledge. After a second or two of that, he finally pushed the doors open with a heave and walked into the bar. As with the exterior, the interior was exactly as he remembered it -- the white ceramic tiles, stained yellow by countless years of nicotine build-up, the hovering seating, the booths, and most importantly, the occupants. Jack walked over to the bar counter and took a stool two to the left of the white Felidi and sat down. Given that he couldn't exactly eat or drink anything, well, at all, he was merely sitting down to accomplish what he set out to do in the first place -- collect his thoughts. His thoughts began moving a mile a minute into themselves, eventually coming to the conclusion that if she didn't remember him, he'd have to find a way to jog her memory. I need to think of a way to get her to remember me... he thought, A picture of myself from fourteen years ago might work, but then again... Damn it! Need to think of something!
     
    #13 Nebulon Ranger, Nov 13, 2012 at 5:08 AM
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    Kelyren kept stride easily with the Lycan skeleton, seeing as he was "kind" enough to stop in his tracks at her reply. She walked slightly behind him, katana handle still in hand- why was she carrying it around if it didn't have a blade?- and kept to general silence as the skeleton seemed entangled in his own thoughts. She only watched him with violet eyes as he surveyed the area, and finally walked into the bar. Kelyren followed him.

    The first thing that hit her was the smoke. The Kitsune flattened her ears against her head in distaste, but shook it off. She glanced at the bartender upon his greeting before her gaze flicked to the Felidi, and then finally surveyed the mostly empty bar. The smoke was starting to annoy her; it dulled her sense of smell and made it slightly harder to see. Kelyren's ears rotated slightly like a cat's as she relied on her auditory senses for the moment.

    The skeleton had sat down silently, not seeming to order anything- as if it would do him any good. Approaching the bar, she put the sword handle away, gave the bartender a greeting nod, and sat upon a hovering seat near the skeleton. After a few seconds, she snorted softly. "Oh, for crying out loud," She sighed, before chuckling slightly. "It's so painfully obvious you're wrapped up in your thoughts. I'd have thought you'd know that distractions can be dangerous." A pause. "... Of course, since you're dead, perhaps you didn't know." A grin at her own morbid joke. "So. What's on your mind, bone-boy?"
     
    #14 Keileon, Nov 14, 2012 at 3:37 AM
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    So if a picture of myself wouldn't work, I could also-- his thoughts were interrupted by the Kitsune's taunting words and thinly-veiled jabs at the fact that he was actually dead. He bolted up and pivoted around to face her directly, speaking harshly in response. "Mhm," he started, "and precisely why are my thoughts any of your business? It's not as if you'd know the context of much of what I think about." Jack knew deep down that Kelyren would probably still badger him about it just as much as others before her had done, but he wasn't one to cave to pressure very easily -- after all, in order to have the will to unofficially quit ARKNET, one would probably have to be more stubborn than a mule. He turned away from her to survey the inside of the bar, looking for anything, anyONE that could distract him from the Kitsune and draw his attention elsewhere. He noticed the bartender behind the counter, the white Felidi who seemed to have had a rough day and one of the hobos from the alley next door -- a human. Nobody that could prove to be of any conversational value to him. Knowing this, he peeled himself off the seat and headed for a booth near the back of the bar, trying to avoid spilling his proverbial guts all over Kelyren. Content with how far he was from the Kitsune -- at least for the time being -- he resumed his thoughts. There's still a burning question left to confuse me: will she even show up here? I have no way of knowing unless I reveal myself to them, and even then, it's a slim chance at best... he thought to himself, No. Damn it Jack, stop acting the defeatist. There's no way she'll remember you if you don't at least try.
     
    #15 Nebulon Ranger, Nov 15, 2012 at 3:59 AM
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    WHP-01 had tailed the Fallen Angel, and now he ended up here, at this pub... The big red A on the top of the building might cause one to believe otherwise, but that is where he saw the Fallen Angel go into... WHP-01 activated his sensors and ran a quick scan on the main area of the pub before he walked in. Scanning... 33%... 67%... 100%... 8 life forms detected... No immediate threat. The scan gave him a bit of hope that at least one person would be able to direct him towards a spot where he could recharge his batteries. After all, all he needed was a simple plug in. WHP-01 walked on in.

    Upon entering the bar, WHP-01 probably would have started to cough because of the smoke, if he was still human. It was a bit hard to see through it, but WHP-01 was able to manage. After all, he has built in sensors to help him see. WHP figured the man here who would know most about the area would be the Bartender. If worse came to worse however, he would just plug himself into one of the wall sockets, even though the charge would come almost painfully slow.

    WHP walks up to the Lycan, and says "Hello Sir... If you could give me directions to an area where I would be able to charge my batteries, It would be greatly appreciated." He then waited for the Lycan to give him an answer as to where he would be able to plug himself in, and charge his batteries to a comfortable level.
     
    #16 Cid, Nov 15, 2012 at 9:22 PM
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    'Even the most oblivious human could tell this place is a bar just by the smell...' Larsa thought disdainfully. A horrid, pungent marriage of the invading scent of alcohol along with an inhumane dose of heavy tobacco smoke stained the air around the unremarkable building. 'There has to be a dead body in there too. Only decaying flesh should be able to sicken a good Thenast's nose this much.' Taking another step towards the foul-scented establishment, Larsa steeled himself. 'The longest I've held my breath underwater is... almost a minute and a half? Yeah. This should be good practice.' Apprehensively taking a large breath and containing it, the black Thenast strode into the bar, faintly amused by his own melodrama.

    Upon entering, he set to work scanning for people who looked like they had a history with the city-- veritable vessels of local rumors. There was an odd pair at the counter, but they reeked of tourism. Throughout the bar were a few unsophisticated simpletons, who usually only ranted about their personal lives... and what is with that Felidi seated at the counter? He looks like he might claw your face off as soon as tell you anything. There must be someone in the bar who could-- ah, that Fallen Angel over there looked a prime candidate for recitation purposes! Pausing only briefly to graciously brush off the bartender's greeting, Larsa slipped over to the booth the skeleton was sitting at.

    "Ahh," Larsa sighed heavily, relaxing into the seat opposite his target and feigning weariness. In a typical extemporaneous show of improvisation, the weasel greeted the Fallen Angel with, "You mind if I park it here? S'been a long a day so far, and, well, you look like--" and it almost reduced Larsa to hysterics saying it with a straight face-- "a mellow guy to chat with."

    Seeing the Fallen Angel's face though-- the eyes, those grey, experienced, encumbered eyes-- made Larsa suddenly rethink his actions; this skeletal being was not to be messed with.

    The grotesque fetor prevalent in the bar was absolutely suffocating.
     
    #17 CerberusLycan, Nov 15, 2012 at 11:55 PM
  18. RE: Original A.R.K.N.E.T. | A Galaxy Enslaved

    With straying eyes watching the parade of young new faces make their way into the bar, the lycan couldnt help but feel a need to see what happened next, it wasnt every day you got a whole freak show on display..and he really could use a good laugh, and maybe hed get lucky, and have a much needed excuse to crack a few skulls..he briefly wondered what would happen if you shatter a already dead lycans skull, would he still be able to move and wander about blindly, did those eyes have any purpose at all for that matter..or would he just fall to pieces and stay dead. All of these were questions that swirled through his mind as Marcus considered his options..as much as he liked getting payed..he didnt need the money that much right now, he had plenty on him as it was..and it was most likely that if he did go back to the building, his boss would haul him up for a new job anyway, and that might be boring.

    So without to much thought or patience, Marcus made a decision..he wasnt feeling drunk enough anyways..tossing aside the stub of his remaining cigarette as he strode back in, as odd as it may seem for such a self centered and attention seeking bastard, the Lycan was capable of blending into the crowds and backgrounds..you didnt get into the top ranks of Arknet without some kind of training in the art of stealth and discreet observation as loathed as the grizzled warmongerer might feel of the notion..merely finding a secluded spot..amongst the crowd, and sitting back to enjoy the show, after all, get a bunch of weirdos and freaks in place..and put a few beers into them..anything could happen..maybe some one wouldnt notice the removal of a skull if a riot broke out in the bar.
     
    #18 Ex3ls10r, Nov 16, 2012 at 4:09 AM
  19. RE: Original A.R.K.N.E.T. | A Galaxy Enslaved

    Jack was immersed deeply in his near-obsessive thoughts of getting her to remember him. He contemplated the possibility of of showing her a picture of him once more, but decided that it wasn't worth the effort once again. A picture won't work! I need to think of-- He paused, trying desperately to grasp at the one idea that could possibly guarantee itself as a memory-jogger. I-I need to... need... to... Then it dawned on him. I need to do what anyone else in this situation would do! I have to ask her something that only she and I would know the answer to! That's it! He stopped once more. There was a slight problem: what could he ask that only they would be able to answer? He needed to figure this out as well. He began to think back, combing what memories he retained through death for anything the both of them would most likely remember. He knew that they were both in ARKNET. He also knew that they were placed in the same department. The same department. That was it! He went back further, trying to remember if they had made anything up or coined any terms for their department. A second, shorter flashback of sorts ran across his mind. It was of an old movie still regarded as a classic. A black stealth helicopter was spiraling -- crashing to the ground. Blackhawk Down. Black... hawk... Down... He reminisced over the name of the movie. It had to mean something. Then it hit him like a skip packed with bricks-- Blackhawk Sector! That was it! I decided to adopt that after watching the movie. Jack remembered watching the movie and drawing shocking metaphorical comparisons to how he ended up in ARKNET. His life at the time was the Blackhawk, and the assassins that his "mentor" Dean had sent were the armaments that had caused it to spiral out of control and crash. That's it! I'll ask her what the name she gave our section was! he concluded. There was still one final, lingering porblem, however: he still didn't entirely remember what she looked like. He shrugged, supposing that he'd remember when he next saw her, which he hoped would be soon.
     
    #19 Nebulon Ranger, Nov 16, 2012 at 5:26 AM
  20. RE: Original A.R.K.N.E.T. | A Galaxy Enslaved

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

    The bartender sighed as he watched the various individuals take their seats. The old Lycan placed the newly washed mug onto the counter with a 'thud,' as he leaned forward with his elbows. "You folk's come from outta' the city? We've got a lot of people moving in so it doesn't surprise me." The man gave a short pause. "Or are you here for another reason... He of course was referring to A.R.K.N.E.T. however it was unclear how he felt about such and organization.

    Slowly the Siberian Felidi moved from his seat. He made eye contact with the large Lycan, giving a quick glance at his bionic arm. He flicked a bill to the bartender, buying himself another beer, and leaned into the counter. His gaze was mostly fixated on the strange Pomethei, who walked into the bar asking for a place to charge-up. Surely the robot couldn't eat. It definitely wouldn't be well if it had liquids running through it... However he respected its initiative, especially in a place like this. No matter how much the Felidi wanted to avoid conversation, he couldn't help but feel an obligation to guide the robot along -- if not just to remove it from the establishment entirely.

    As the bartender returned, the Felidi took his beer eagerly, taking a long swig. "If you wanted a decent charge you could go to the electrical station just down the road -- northeast of the A.R.K.N.E.T. building, It's pretty cheap to fill up there. However I'm pretty sure Keb'll let you plug in through the back, long as you don't make trouble..." The Felidi explained with a genuine attitude.

    Keb, the bartender, as the Felidi had called him chimed in as he faced the back wall of the bar; rinsing his paws. "It's fine with me if the fella wants to charge-up, just don't expect it to be very fast, I'm the fourth one down the line for wireless electricity...

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

    The weasel smiled and got herself up out of the chair, heading towards a small section of the library. It was fairly small, taking up about only ten-percent of the library space. It had cream colored wallpaper with images of coffee beans, as warm yellow light spread evenly through the room.


    She moved herself behind a small counter, and pressed a button. Within a few seconds a small square machine slid up from the counter top, as the weasel spun herself enthusiastically grabbing a small tea-bag, and placed it into the machine. After a few minutes the room was filled with the sweet aroma of fresh tea, with a slight cinnamon scent.

    The weasel gave a wide grin as the machine let out a 'ding' signaling that the tea had been brewed. She got out two small green mugs, and poured the tea into them. After hers had been filled she moved it aside. "Caution, tea will be hot..." remarked the tea-machine. She let out a quiet laugh as she smacked it back down into the counter top, before grabbing your tea. "One lump or two sweetie?" she asked with a little tune in her voice.
     
    #20 Spaughtyena, Nov 17, 2012 at 5:46 AM
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