Blondie Revolution - Main Thread
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 13:30:59</strong>
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				Amoi, the twelfth planet of the Glen system. The planet has two moons - one silver, one gold. A group of scientists landed on the planet to study it and to carry out an experiment. The object of that experiment was to create an ideal society controlled by Jupiter, a high-tech computer. The project was a failure - Jupiter gained conciousness and became the ruling force of Amoi. Appearently the planet was a colony for some time, criminals who were sent there made up most of the population. After a while there was a riot - or more like a revolution aimed at overthrowing Jupiter. Needless to say it was a failure. However, feeling unsafe, Jupiter created a genetically improved caste that came to be known as&nbsp; the Onyx, Rubies, Sapphires, and Jades. Jupiter created one more caste. The best of the best. The Blondies. An Elite's main job was to protect Jupiter. The computer divided the world into three key locations.<br><br>Tanagura, the capital city and business center of the world. It is home to the Elites as well. Jupiter's tower sits to the east, the business port to the west, and right in the center is Eos Tower. Home to the Blondies. Jupiter's favorites. It's suspected that the higher up you live in Eos Tower, the more favored one is by Jupiter. The rumor is that no one has inhabited the top two floors in at least three years.<br><br>Midas, the pleasure city. A satellite city that has practically merged with Tanagura. It is currently inhabited only by citizens. At one point mongrels were able to enter it, but all the gates and doors to it have been closed except for the ones straight from Tanagura. Even those from Janus and the other surrounding areas have trouble getting past Jupiter's new security codes.<br><br>And then there is Ceres. Home to the mongrels. It's the safest place for them, since they have no citizenship, no documents (save for fake ones) and are unwelcome in most places. As of late, very few people have been able to actually leave Ceres. There is rumor that someone in Midas has been smuggling mongrels out and back into Midas, but that might just be a rumor.<br><br>For the past three years the three main cities of Amoi have been in turmoil. Many only know the rumors of why things are happening the way they are. The reports that were released to the public were obviously altered when they cited that a mongrel terrorist blew up Dana-Bahn as an attempt to get at Jupiter. The reason for the lock down of Ceres is being labeled as punishment for the mongrel that did it, even though he died. Rumors are constantly circulating that it wasn't just a mongrel that caused it. That it was Riki the Dark himself who had died in the explosion and that a Blondie was with him. That they were fighting when the bomb went off, but instead had chosen to die together.<br><br>There are always stories of Elites that fall for the mongrel pets in a romantic way, but most just say those stories are to make mongrels feel better. To make them think as children that they might have a chance at a better life. As they grow, many realize that they only chance they have at stepping foot in Tanagura is by becoming Furniture. Unfortunately, not just anyone can take those jobs. Even worse is that they are now being confined to Ceres. They were once allowed to wander Midas, but they can't even do that anymore because of that explosion. Jupiter's paranoid microchips have them crawling around in Ceres like dogs even more than before. Even food and clean water are getting harder and harder to come by. Those that do manage to make it over the walls surrounding the slum city find themselves shot by security guards. Only those with access codes can come and go, but no one comes to Ceres anymore.<br><br><hr><br>Up in Jupiter Tower, a Blondie sat silently in a chair as the hologram of Jupiter hovered several feet away. It hummed and buzzed, a language that only the Elites seemed to understand, "Yes. I've heard the rumors of someone smuggling mongrels into Midas. I do not believe these rumors to be true though. It would be impossible for one of them to get past your security measures."<br><br>Jupiter's form dissolved and reformed in front of Raoul Am, a biochemist and specialty pet maker, "I understand. I do not believe these rumors have anything to do with the situation three years ago," he knew better than to mention <em>his</em> name or the name of the mongrel, "It's just rumors. Just like the ones we talked about last week with some Pets being created with full life spans. Your law dictates a one-year life span and it is being enforced strictly. I've been seeing to it myself. I've personally inspected every Pet that comes out of the labs. I assure you."<br><br>There was some more buzzing and the computer's face reformed into a frown like appearance, "I'm not as weak as <em>he</em> was. As you remember, I was the one that tried to help him return to your laws. He turned his back. I would never do the same."<br><br>The hologram was either convinced or satisfied with Raoul's answers. It disappeared and the Blondie stood up to walk over to the large window overlooking Tanagura. The dark golden color of his hair covered his eyes a bit as it was prone to. He didn't stand there long and headed straight towards the transport to Midas once he left Jupiter Tower. He had business to attend to.<br><br>Midas had changed in the past three years. Not dramatically, but enough for those who looked for the difference to notice. No sounds of car alarms and no mongrels walking in the alleyways waiting for an easy target. It was a small change, but it was a big one if you realized why it was that way. The lack of people who caused those things were gone. All of them. Just gone. Locked away in jail cells or back in Ceres. Never to see the glitzy streets of Midas again.<br><br>Raoul had his goal in mind and didn't let anything distract him as he walked up the stairs to an apartment door. He knocked once before pushing it open, "Katze?" he called out lightly. He had matters to discuss with the ex-furniture. Raoul hadn't seen the man since before Iason's death. For now he had use of Katze's skills. Someone certainly was letting mongrels back into Midas as Jupiter feared. It was Raoul, but he couldn't do it alone. It would get traced back to himself too quickly if he kept up at this pace. He needed someone who had experience in this sort of thing.
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 15:07:58</strong>
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				The clatter of keys filled the room, the sound of it as soothing to his mind as the silky smoke that curled in the air. The only light in the room came from the computer screen, throwing a green lustre over pale white skin, hitting his red hair and making it look almost black. Unlike the fashions influenced by Blondies and their Pets, the man didn’t expose his body, but wore a thick cream jumper and tight dark jeans. <br><br>He didn’t dress for anyone’s pleasure, or to pander to his own sexuality, but for comfort. For the warmth of the clothes and for the protection it offered from unwelcome gazes. His features, his position, his height, they all worked against him. He did not desire to be desired. It was one reason why on the cusp of the evening, he was to be found cloistered in his apartment, still working and not out enjoying the pleasures of Midas. <br><br>He knew someone had entered the building the moment the door opened. He reached for his lazergun before he opened the viewer, staring at what he saw for several long, wasted moments. A Blondie?<br><br>Even though his brain knew who it could not be, his heart twisted with a forlorn hope. The Elite moved into the path of another camera. No, no it wasn’t <em>him</em>, but he was familiar. It took him only a second to recall the name. Raoul Am. Iason’s friend. He took tea with a the merest hint of lemon, and would cut his food to bite sized pieces before starting to eat it. <br><br>Why was he here?<br><br>The hacker put the lazergun away and closed the programme, returning to the order forms he was sorting through for the next week of trading. He sent three out to different suppliers, making offers for their stock. Everything had become so expensive over the last few years, and it didn’t take a genius to work out why. They had to pay the labour the legal minimum, and that money wasn’t being poured back into the market. The lack of trade between Ceres and Midas was having an effect, and it wasn’t good.<br><br>He didn’t twitch when the door slid open, didn’t turn when his name was called. “Sir Am,” he murmured around his cigarette, fingers still moving on the keyboard. “If you’ve come to reminisce, please go back to Eos. I do have a life beyond pleasing Blondies.” His voice was absent of emotion or inflection. He didn't sound aggressive or sullen, thought he felt them keenly.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blondie Revolution - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 15:09:12</strong>
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				The live of a Pet varied extremely depending on the manner of its Master; many were fairly well looked after, kept as moving pieces of art and servants when the need arose for them. The outward appearance of a Pet was its most vital asset ad as such, it was rare for any to be blemished at the hands of their Master. Of course, not all were as pleasant; in ever society there was the harsher, stricter owners who showed little regard for the safety and harmony of their household... Thankfully, Lito's Master was not in the latter category, mostly due to the Pet's almost flawless service.<br><br>Of course, whenever the occasion came that he did fail at a task, he was always taught the correct way to perform and punished accordingly, but always he accepted his faults with grace and took whatever his Master deemed fit for the punishment.<br><br>His life was simple and predictable, the way that it should be. His duties were set out every day and he was expected to complete them smoothly and without error. Perhaps the lack of spontaneity was a negative in the long run, but he had heard the whispers of what had occurred when even an Elite chose to step out of the firm lines Jupiter had impressed upon their existence; certainly it was not the place of a Pet to decide his own fate. Time was limited, though that aspect of his life was as yet unknown to the four month old, and he was quite happy to continue to serve and please his Master as much as he could.<br><br>Today was among the ones that Lito cherished beyond all others, when he was given permission to indulge in the simple pleasure of combing through his Master's long hair. It was a rare treat to be able to touch the pitch black strands and he felt honoured to have the opportunity to do such a thing.<br><br>"Lito... You are drifting again." The soft yet firm tones of Iskis cut through his thoughts and he blinked quickly, bowing his head deeply.<br><br>"My apologies, Master..." He was seated atop the back of a slender couch (a rarity in itself), Iskis just below on the main body and the long strands of black hair were draped with the greatest of care over the Pet's lap, a comb being taken down the length. His attire was a simple gown of light blue, the glittering silver collar engraved with the Master's name polished and perfected; a sign of pride for the young Pet."I will be more careful in future..." He had never caused any pain to his Master while doing this activity, which was perhaps due to the occasional prompts whenever his thoughts became too lost in the flow of black. It always enchanted him how deep the Elite's colours were, and on more than one occasional he had been chastised for unconsciously staring on their outings.<br><br>"Indeed... This is a pleasure for you, it would be a shame to have it removed." Of course, Iskis rather enjoyed the soft touch to his hair, but of course he would not admit to such a thing.<br><br>"Yes, Master... Thank you for allowing me this delight..."
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				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 03:53:42</strong>
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				"Yoichi, come back! This gang is easy to beat, come back!"<br><br>But Yoichi ran, leaving a gangmember behind. He knew when to quit and the sounds behind him, a wave of screams and the near song of fighting convinced him he had chosen wisely.<br>"...stupid piece of...," he mumbled, breathing ragged. He could taste blood in his mouth and he could swore he broke something this time. It was a wonder he could run at all.<br>But he had to. Life was hard. The guy he left behind would probably get killed. Not Yoichi, though. As long as he could fight or run when he couldn't, he would stay alive, lead his gang and..<br>And what, exactly? Food was getting so sparse he had no clue when he'd eat next. If he had any luck, he could get some from the gang. Maybe raid some or the other.<br>It was getting harder and harder to live in Ceres. If you could call it 'live'. It was more a fight for survival by now.<br><br>He dove into an alley, scaring a stray dog, and all he could think about when he saw the dog run off was how good it would taste, even if it was a scruffy, near skeleton like fleebag of a stray.<br>But the dog was too quick for him in this state and he ended up panting, lungs on fire, leaning against a wall while the dog lived another day.<br>How the fuck had that thing survived anyway? Whole mobs had swarmed over Ceres in attempts to find food. He wondered how long it would take for people to start eating their own.<br>Was this the grand design? Was this was Jupiter had wanted? Yoichi couldn't wrap his head around it and he smirked at himself while straightening again and flicking his gaze upwards, at the sky.<br>Like he knew what went on outside of Ceres. Not him. Not now. Three years ago, maybe. But now? Fat chance.<br><br>He needed a place to rest, though. Anything would do for now.<br>His hand went over his ribs and he winched. "Don't let them be broken, please," he whispered, knowing the gang's hangout was too far to run to and not all too certain there was any place left for him to get any real medical care if his ribs were indeed broken.<br><br>It would have been so much easier to think if he wasn't so very hungry.<br><br>He needed rest.<br>He needed food.<br><br>Growling he moved again, into the general direction of the hangout while the skies over him darkened slowly.
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 02:18:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Raoul Am</em></div><br><hr><br>Raoul had only ever had limited interactions with Katze in the past. Mostly when the redhead had been owned by Iason and had still been registered as Furniture. He'd never had anything against the chain smoking redhead. Other than some basic 'servant to elite' actions, they had barely even said a word to each other.<br><br>Though from the way the ex-Furniture addressed him, one would think they had had it out in the past. Having no desire to be overheard by anyone else, he stepped further into the apartment and let the door close behind him, "I've never requested anything more than tea from you. <em>Pleasing</em> me, in anyway, has never been your responsibility," in fact, till Iason's death, Raoul Am was one of the few Blondies that took Jupiter's laws the most serious. That meant no sexual interaction other than watching. Most thought that someone that created pets for a living would have had his hands all over his perfect lab creations, but he hadn't.<br><br>"I'm not here to reminisce or chat. I have a business offer for you, so I'll be short about it. It wouldn't look good for me to stay long," not that it really mattered. Those outside Ceres knew what it meant to be Furniture. Most never knew what a pleasurable hand felt like and were as celibate as Raoul, though not always because they wanted to be, "I have a meeting with Iskis Lain about his pet in an hour," moving closer to the redhead, he looked at the computer screen for a moment before continuing, "I need a laborer. The pets I create are not fit to do the work and most of the citizens here in Midas are too...lazy...to do it. I need a mongrel."<br><br>Raoul knew he could get himself in very serious trouble for saying these things, but part of him didn't care anymore, "Late teens, early twenties. Blue eyes. Maybe some scars," Raoul sometimes hated how perfect the pets he made were. He'd always found the scar Iason had given Katze very alluring. Even though he had no desire to be intimate with anyone at the moment, he at least liked seeing something attractive, "Dark hair, of course."<br><br>And this he knew would be the kicker, "Someone like Riki."<br><br>"I'll pay you now for all this. He'll need IDs and paperwork. I had to decommission a Furniture a few weeks ago that had those features. He was supposed to get the same citizenship privileges as you, but Jupiter...well, the paperwork is filled out. I just need someone with a close enough appearance...and don't even start with the 'I can't do it', because I know you can. Iason kept very little secret from me. I know more about you than you would probably like&nbsp; me to know. I also know that business has probably been slow for you lately and the money would be very helpful," Raoul lifted his arm to look at his watch. If he left soon he would be able to make it to that meeting with Lain. The man's pet Lito was of great interest to Raoul.<br><br>"Yes or no?"
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 03:43:02</strong>
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				It had been a risk baiting the Blondie, but Katze was far from fond of them, even one who had been Iason’s closest friend. It was rather surprising to hear the implication in Am’s tone, as if he’d thought Katze had meant sex. My, someone was obsessed. The dealer took a slow drag on his cigarette, not responding, just listening.<br><br><em>"I'm not here to reminisce or chat. I have a business offer for you, so I'll be short about it. It wouldn't look good for me to stay long. I have a meeting with Iskis Lain about his pet in an hour. I need a laborer. The pets I create are not fit to do the work and most of the citizens here in Midas are too...lazy...to do it. I need a mongrel."</em> <br><br>The man finally turned away from the computer screen to look at the Blondie, listening to the requirements of the youth as he scrubbed the ember of his cigarette into the full ashtray, breathing out the last of the smoke from his lungs. And then – the last requirement. Was Am asking for punishment from Jupiter? <br><br><em>"I'll pay you now for all this. He'll need IDs and paperwork. I had to decommission a Furniture a few weeks ago that had those features. He was supposed to get the same citizenship privileges as you, but Jupiter...well, the paperwork is filled out. I just need someone with a close enough appearance...and don't even start with the 'I can't do it', because I know you can. Iason kept very little secret from me. I know more about you than you would probably like&nbsp; me to know. I also know that business has probably been slow for you lately and the money would be very helpful." </em><br><br>Katze clenched his teeth, annoyance at the dead man rushing around him, dark and bitter. He half wished Am had simply wanted to talk about Iason, now. But he was right, work had been slow, profits had been merge and money was in short supply. “It’s more difficult now. Tighter regulations. You know that as well as I do, Sir Am. More expensive.” He wasn’t even trying to be that extortionate, it was simply much more risky for all involved. <br><br>“A few questions before I agree – ‘like Riki’ how? In his looks, in his personality? Or is simply being a dark haired mongrel ‘like Riki’ enough for you?” He wondered for a moment if the Blondie was asking for someone to act as a surrogate for the punishment he wished to inflict on the deceased Pet, for the part he played in Iason’s downfall. It would be a rather miserable and brief life for whomever he gave over to the man, if that were the case.<br><br>“And you say you are using a Furniture as a cover. Shall I have him castrated as well?” That question was said with the same hard efficiency as the first, though he didn’t know what he would do if Am said yes. He could let a stupid mongrel die under the hand of a Blondie without much remorse – their lives belonged to anyone who desired to take them. But to remove another’s manhood? He would not.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 18:03:17</strong>
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				Quite apart from the tension and danger of the rest of the world, Lito's mind was pleasantly at ease, filled with the simple bliss that was serving his owner and Master. His focus remained firmly upon the pitch black strands that he so admired, the comb slowly pulling through the strands to be followed by slender, pale fingers. Alas, all good things must come to an end and as the Pet combed the final few strands about Iskis' features he bowed his head lightly with a faint, subservient smile. "It is done... Thank you for the pleasure, Master..."<br><br>Slowly he slid from the couch to take up his usual position; standing diligently and awaiting instruction, his gaze resting upon the glittering floor. The Onyx merely nodded and rose to his grander height, carefully shifting the shimmering strands back over his shoulder before turning to Lito, gazing at him with an appraising stare. "Change." He ordered curtly. "We are to receive a guest and I would have you look your best for his arrival; you are a reflection on myself, do not forget that."<br><br>"Yes, Master." Came the soft reply as Lito bowed deeply and stepped back several paces before turning away and moving into the adjoining room. Of course he was curious as to who the guest would be; a normal visitor wouldn't warrant a change of clothing and yet he would never question Iskis' motivation nor his orders. He carefully removed his current attire, folding the fabric neatly and placing it at the foot of the grand bed, turning to the wardrobe and looking through what was inside.<br><br>His Master demanded he look his best and as such he retrieved a midnight blue robe, the fabric shimmering slightly whenever the light were to touch it. It clung in delicate curves to his slender frame, revealing the perfect craftsmanship of his body, and a long, thin slit ran from the hem to his upper thigh; a tantalising glimpse of pale flesh. It was simple, if elegant and Lito sighed softly, smoothing the soft fabric down before moving back to his Master, bowing deeply once again. "Does this please you, Master?"<br><br>Iskis turned slowly and ran an appraising eye over his Pet, gaze lingering on the flicker of skin he viewed through the slit. "It is adequate." He was inwardly more pleased than he showed, however even the minor praise was enough to cause Lito to smile softly and bow his head. "We have some time before that time, however. You will tend to your normal duties until then."<br><br>"Yes, Master..."
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				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 02:56:55</strong>
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				He had made it, just in time, to his gang's hangout and Yoichi allowed himself a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar building rising up before him.<br>Of course the hangout wasn't all too special, but it was a save haven for those belonging to the gang. The small building was heavily guarded and no one would be able to enter undetected. Though the building was falling apart, the gang made all efforts to keep the roof from leaking and the walls from crumbling. They needed another, but that would mean waging war upon a bigger, possibly stronger gang.<br><br>He waved a hand at the guard next to the door who nodded at him and addressed him by name.<br>"Welcome back, Yoichi," he mumbled, eyes going back to wander through the deserted street. The gang had made a name for themselves in the last years and it was rare non-gangmembers wandered the street. Some times one could imagine Ceres being a peaceful place when one looked at this street. If you ignored the sound from streets beyond it, of course.<br><br>Inside, he looked around and nodded at the members present. The guy he had left behind wasn't here. He was probably dead.<br>A light sigh escaped him and he mumbled a low 'Moron...' before heading to his room.<br>He had one room in the building. The one room that did not have a leaking ceiling. Though.. that was about as much luxury he had as the gang's leader. The room was tiny and it held only a bed and a closet containing what possessions he had.<br>A small package was laying on his bed and he opened it to find a piece of stale bread and a bottle of water.<br>They really needed to raid something soon. By now Yoichi would kill for the 'meat' he recalled but hadn't had in ages.<br>Chewing on the bread he let himself fall on the bed that protested loudly and flicked his eyes at the spotted ceiling. How long could the gang keep going like this? Something had to change. But how?
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 00:15:15</strong>
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				"I understand the regulations. I wrote many of them myself," suddenly becoming Jupiter's not-so-trusted right hand came with many more responsibilities. The new regulations had been written by Jupiter and himself over the last few years. They were iron clad and very clear about the punishments. There were no more loop holes or 'this might be okay under a certain circumstance'. It was getting to the point that any broken rule or law resulted in death. Jupiter was no longer willing to be kind to her children or subjects, "Money is no problem. I'll take care of all of it through my company. As far as anyone has to know, you're being paid to study the physical appearance of some mongrels to see what about them would be fitting in a lab created pet. All anyone will know about you is that you're possibly risking being locked away in Ceres accidentally to make the lives of those in Midas more comfortable. There is no law or slight rule against doing that."<br><br>It was difficult to answer the 'like Riki' question. It was no secret that he'd had some dislike towards Riki. For one, the mongrel had taken Iason away from his duties. If it hadn't of been for Riki, Iason would still be alive. Honestly, he would hate to have someone like Riki around him for all this, at least personality wise, but he also knew that only someone with a strong personality and willpower like Riki could handle it. He remembered a mongrel named Kirie with strange colored eyes that had been lured into Iason's game with Riki through Katze and Iason's doing. Kirie wasn't strong enough for it though. Instead he'd been turned into a mindless pet like many of the ones Raoul produced these days, "Like Riki in every way possible. More personality than appearance. If he's going to cover as furniture, then you obviously know the requirements. Beautiful and intelligent. The intelligence can be forged to an extent, but not completely," it would be easy enough to set whoever down in front of a computer for an hour or so for appearances sake.<br><br>"Unknown to most of the population, the gateway to Ceres is opened once a month for <em>sweeps</em>," part of Jupiter's new control over mongrels involved many being taken out of the system, "There is a sweep tomorrow night. The gate is only open for the guards to go in and to come back out. One mongrel for every three guards is allowed to be brought out for questioning," or whatever the guards decided to do with them before disposal. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out three security cards and placed them on the nearest table, "Three guard cards," Raoul assumed Katze was going to take the job if he was going to bring up the castration, "No castration. I've never really approved of that practice. Even if I do think that there's much to be said for celibacy..." that was a conversation for never.<br><br>"I have somewhere to go. I'll have a box sent to you tomorrow with the Furniture tag and IDs in it. They'll already be registered to me. If I'm alerted that the tag has been activated, then I'll come collect him the day after tomorrow. Tell him what you wish. I don't see many mongrels resisting the chance to at least get things back the way they were, if not better. If I'm not alerted, then so be it. I'll find someone else," even if he doubted he could trust them as much as Katze.<br><br>With that, Raoul made his way from the apartment of the red-headed ex-furniture and started the semi-long jounry back to the homes of the Elite. He wasn't lying when he said he had somewhere to be, but lately he'd been keeping his business private by not scheduling it. Few were willing to tell a Blondie, or any Elite, to come back later if the showed up unannounced.<br><br>Within an hour he standing outside the door of the Onyx known as Iskis Lain. He'd created a pet for Iskis a few months ago. Some of his best work in a long time. Raoul hated the thought that some of his best work was going to be rotting away in some dumpster in less than a year from now. He wondered if Iskis had even told his pet of the time limits. Likely not. Many that were told took the information badly.<br><br>That thought in mind, he pushed the small buzzer next to the door. He wasn't without manners when it came to other Elites.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blondie Revolution - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 02:34:49</strong>
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				Katze was silent as the Blondie answered his questions, quickly and efficiently. Am wasn’t exactly tense, but he wasn’t relaxed. Well, he was breaking some very strict laws, so it wasn’t odd. He didn’t so much as nod as he was given a set of cards to allow three of his people into Ceres. What threw the black merchant was what Am said about castration and celibacy. It went right in the face of Amoi traditions. <br><br>Still, the red head stayed quiet and let the other man finish. Before Katze could say or do anything after, however, Am had swept out of the room as confidently as he had entered. Arrogant Blondie, even if he was going against the grain of the rest of his caste, he still treated those not genetically modified by Jupiter as inferior. <br><br>That didn’t matter much right now, though. Katze slid the pass cards towards him, running a critical eye over them. The job was simple enough. He would go in tomorrow and hunt down a mongrel of Am’s taste. Tonight, however... <br><br>He picked up one of the precious cards and smirked, then slid it into the card reader of his computer and let his fingers fly over the keys.<br><br>&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;<br><br>A night later, Katze and two of his men strode through the gateway, all dressed in the militant uniform of police. The streets all around were silent, the first waves of the ‘Sweepers’ must have cleared them already, or the citizens of Cerces knew to flee the gateway. “You know what we are looking for. We’ll find it better if we split up. If you see a match, use the alert and the others will come. Do not try to take him until you have back-up.”<br><br>“Yes sir,” the two men chorused, then obeyed, breaking away and going down different streets in search of a likely match of Am. <br><br>Katze took off the all-too recognisable coat of a law enforcer and threw it away, not caring where it landed. Life expectancy for a loan enforcer in Cerces was alarmingly low. His men would do the same once they were out of eyesight of other enforcers.<br><br>The slum was worse than ever. It made him feel sick to look at the crumbling buildings, smell the stench of the air that was a mix of trash and filth. It had never been healthy, but this was worse than sickly. This was rot. A gangrenous pustule that clung miserably to Tanagura’s satellite city. One that would not long survive, now Jupiter was waging a slow, silent war with it.<br><br>Where best to find a young, smart mongrel? He’d been too long out of the slums, he didn’t know where&nbsp; the new haunts of the gangs were. Anyone smart would have the best territory, or... not the very best, as those would be held by the strongest. Strong did not always mean smart. Some lesser gang then, that was still doing well. Yes, but where to look?<br><br>There was no information. He had no choice but to guess.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blondie Revolution - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 03:11:29</strong>
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				In the current absence of their as-yet unknown guest, Lito had done as instructed and moved to tend to his regular duties; the general upkeep and maintenance of the home. Iskis was nothing if not one who prided himself on appearance; Lito himself being a statement to this and as such glittering surfaces free of ever spec of dust were an absolute. It was always a joy for the Pet to serve and see the results of his efforts, the slightest smile upon his Master's lips was worth any amount of work, the chance to brush the shimmering hair again; a tantalising treat that he was so rarely given.<br><br>His attire made it perhaps a little more difficult to move around as the material was tight in order to highlight his figure, but not once did any sound of complaint pass between his lips as he worked. Once he was satisfied that the house was up to the Onyx's high standards, he ventured into the kitchen in order to prepare a drink for his Master; it wasn't strictly needed, but Lito enjoyed tending to any possible need and pre-empting any order that might soon come upon him. He held the steaming cup carefully in both hands and returned to the main room where Iskis was found to be viewing the news of that day. <br><br>"Master... I thought perhaps you would enjoy a drink...?" He bowed lightly and offered the cup that was soon taken, a hand lifting to briefly rest atop his head.<br><br>"Good..." It was only one word, but it meant a great deal to Lito, who smiled and nodded his head before the buzzer sounded through the room and he tilted his head, waiting for the command. "Answer it. I will be here... Direct our guest inside."<br><br>"Yes, Master." The Pet swiftly moved to the door and carefully slid it open, his gaze lifting to confirm the identity of their visitor and he had to check himself in order to halt a surprised gasp, swiftly looking back to the ground with a small bow. "Ah, M-Master Am... My Master has been... Expecting you... Please, please come in..." His mind raced frantically, trying to summon a reason why not only a Blondie, but Jupiter's right-hand who visit before hastily deciding it wasn't his place and turning to guide Raoul into the main room.<br><br>"Master... Your guest..." He murmured softly with a lightly bow. Iskis turned sharply, a slender eyebrow lifting as he rose to his feet with a slight incline of the head.<br><br>"To what do I owe this pleasure...? Lito, fetch a drink for our guest..." Immediately, the Pet bowed, his gaze flitting back to Raoul, or rather, the glittering golden hair that he found rather enchanting, before stepping into the kitchen to both prepare the drink and grant the two Elites their privacy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blondie Revolution - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>14-11-2011, 02:12:34</strong>
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				"Yoichi?"<br><br>"Hmmm?"<br><br>Again, the sky darkened over slums that groaned even under the weight of the evening itself. Again he was hungry and worried. Again he contemplated how to go on.<br><br>Light blue eyes went over rubble. Someone or something was hiding. He could feel it. He cursed under his breath when he silently hoped it would be a dog or something else that was edible.<br>The man beside him was so young he doubted he the word 'man' really applied to him. But he was part of his gang, and there were no boys in his gang. Or in the neighbourhood for that matter. Having a childhood was a luxury no one could afford.<br><br>"When are we going to move, Yoichi? We need a bigger place. Something that doesn't leak. I can hardly sleep and we need food, too," the young man mumbled while he shifted.<br>He might not be able to call him a boy, but this guy wasn't a man yet. Men didn't whine. They fought for their life. They survived.<br>Stiffening in place, he drew his attention to the guy at his side and narrowed his eyes in anger when he saw he wasn't watching the street at all.<br>"You're on <em>guard</em> duty. You should <em>guard</em>, not study your boots," he hissed, fighting himself to not swat the boy.<br>Yes.<br>Boy.<br>He'd not make it through the night.<br><br>Nodding, light wisp of dirty blond locks bobbing on the motion, the boy did as told, green eyes flicking up and gaze drifting through the street.<br>Yoichi sighed. It would be a shame if the boy died.<br>Then again, it would be mouth less to feed...<br>But also one pair of fists less to fight the fight.<br>He just couldn't win.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blondie Revolution - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 07:18:21</strong>
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				For all the years that had passed, little had changed in the slum. More buildings had collapsed, more damage had been done to the still standing structures, but nothing new hand been risen. If a city could die, then Ceres was. Most of the destitute citizens lived close packed in the least desecrated sections, but they were the middle aged – or would that be old aged by Ceres standards? <br><br>They pushed their male young out, to fend for themselves in the outskirts. The few females that existed rarely saw the light of day, a functioning cunt being the slum’s most precious commodity. Small wars were fought over each and every one. Their lives must be hell.<br><br>Katz did his best not to dwell on it as he made his way out to where the gangs scavenged and scraped, keeping his stance of confidence up as he prowled, sweeping his gaze back and forth through the shadows and through cracked windows. He saw dozens of youths, all dark and savage but none with quality enough to pass for furniture. <br><br>An hour passed, and he pressed a button in the metal cuff around his wrist, sending a call to his two men. “You both still alive?”<br><br>“Yes sir,” came the prompt responses, Sanya continuing with, “pickings are slim, boss, and we’re going to lose our way out soon.”<br><br>“We have other means back into Midas. Keep looking.”<br><br>He wondered how any of them would find a mongrel of <em>any</em> quality once it got truly dark, for few of the street lights glowed this far out. He’d have to go into stout dens in a few hours. Wonderful. <br><br>He pulled a cigarette from its packet and lit it, drawing a long, deep stream into his lungs, then went back to his task, hunting for a Riki substitute for the bastard of a Blondie. <br>
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