Double Dose of Posion (Darius Fallenstar X KaraKres)
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				Title: <strong>Double Dose of Posion (Darius Fallenstar X KaraKres)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>16-05-2012, 07:41:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Double Dose of Posion</span></div><br><strong>Featuring </strong>: <strong> Darius Fallenstar </strong>as <strong> Jean Mizrahan, Aka "Nightshade"&nbsp; </strong> and <strong> KaraKres </strong> as <strong> Belladonna </strong><br><br><strong>Setting:</strong> It has been several decades since the dragons appeared, bringing with them magic and new technology. Man, reacting to the new potential threat, released a metamorphic virus that warped and altered approximately half of the population, transforming everyday people into beings that seemed to be out of legend. Elves, Trolls, Ogres, and dozens of other fantastic races came, not so much from the world of faerie, but from the bosom of technology. The wars that have happened since that tragic event have been terrible and terrifying, introducing newer technology with every heartbeat of the new "humanity." Cybernetics are common now, with Cyber Ninjas being among the most elite mercenaries. Indeed, any mercenary without some enhancements is rare. <br><br>For those few who can use magic, mostly hoarded by dragons, cybernetics have proven to be anathema. Shamans, mages, and psions exist; however, any technology they have woven into their skin has a chance to stymie their ability to channel arcane power at all. It is rumored that the most sophisticated of cybernetics companies are ruled by dragons, and that those dragons seek a new level of technology, one in which even draconic biology can interface with tech without losing their dominance over matters magical. <br><br>Dystopian, dark, and filled with violence and weapons, this is a world akin to Shadow Run and based on many of the ideas found within that lore-set.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Fetishes Explored:</strong> "Double Dose of Poison" will explore fetishistic themes that include incest, cybernetic and altered life forms, hyper-technology, and possibly magic.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Double Dose of Posion (Darius Fallenstar X KaraKres)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>16-05-2012, 08:17:39</strong>
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				Nightshade stood on the roof, letting the crisp cool air waft across his otherwise naked body. Born Jean Mizrahan to a father he’d never met and a mother who hadn’t known what to do with his particular mutation, Nightshade had long since shed the man he’d been to become the elf he was now. Yeah, he embraced the derogatory term; he had the pointy ears, after all. <br><br>Above, a moon too massive to be believed loomed. Word was that the dragons had shifted it in orbit as some sort of exercise in power and a way to show humanity who the boss was. The effect on the tides, though minimal considering, had massacred nearly a billion people before all was said and done. Still, it was a beautiful sight, all yellow and orange, not quite a harvest moon – an orange hue that Nightshade found reminded him of a patina of blood, left on a blade after a job well done. <br><br>Behind the elf, a terse ringing sound went off. He’d rented the room using public credits on an unmarked chit, left no fingerprints and disguised his physique using the latest, state-of-the-art surface physiology biotech. And yet his phone was ringing. It wouldn’t be the staff; he’d left express orders not to be disturbed. No, he knew who and what it had to be: a job. Someone with enough pull to access satellite footage, to hack into kinesthetic data held by the hotel’s sensors, must have tracked him down. <br><br>Heh. At least whomever it was clearly had credits. There wasn’t anything Nightshade respected or valued, not women, not men, not anything, more than credits. Credits gave him the tech. And the tech was what kept him alive, kept him vital, kept him on the bleeding edge of the ever-racing arms war with other mercenaries. The lure of credits turned the Elf, his movements bonelessly graceful, impossibly jointed – as though his musculature had been set in some alien manner to allow him truly feline grace – and made his way into the room. His eyes immediately adjusted to the gloom, penetrating, seeing even in pitch black. <br>He depressed the phone plate near the bed, his thumb print – customized and randomized for every new hotel – accessing the data line. <br><br>“Nightshade. The job is worth two million credits worth of the newest tech. You know, the stuff Dragons are supposed to be investing in. All you have to do is meet at this location,” a small map folded into existence in the air, indicating a corporate building down town, “take on a partner, and infiltrate a secure bunker a few hundred miles away. Do this and there will be more to follow, in time.” The synthetic voice was smooth, precise, and automated.<br><br>Jean clicked the message off and smiled slightly, the look almost sexual. No doubt the job would suck, but that amount of credits….hell, for that amount of credits, he’d have hunted his old man down and butt-fucked him to death with a knife. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Double Dose of Posion (Darius Fallenstar X KaraKres)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KaraKres</strong> on <strong>16-05-2012, 13:57:49</strong>
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				Sarah "Belladonna" Schwartz wished she had a hundred nuyen note for every time she had looked in the full-length mirror and wondered if she could go out one more time.&nbsp; <em>Well, you don’t really got a choice kiddo, bills to pay and all that jazz</em>, Belladonna pulled her armoured jacket aside and made sure that her two heavy pistols were sitting comfortably and reachable on her hips.&nbsp; For six years she'd been running the Shadows, pulling jobs for people who didn't give a shit if she lived or died, just so long as the job got done.&nbsp; Corporate powergames, organised crime turf wars, asset extractions, sabotage, kidnappings, you name it, she'd done it.&nbsp; Belladonna pulled her black pigtails straight, before turning on her heel and staring out the small bedroom window of her apartment, gazing at the nightscape of city.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADwvfqkxChw/SZG_0UGSaFI/AAAAAAAAB_k/ZOKm9AYiJ2s/s400/insilico.jpg)</div>The panoply of neon was like a host of angels ascending to the heavens, gossamer wings twinkling with translucent innocence, hiding, disguising the darkness that lurked at the edges of consciouness, sensed but never truly seen.<br><br>Her stomach growled, breaking her musings, warning her that another night of soykaf and noddles wouldn't keep her going.&nbsp; Making sure the maglock was secure; Belladonna closed the apartment door behind her and made her way to an all-night eatery that served 'pacific rim' cuisine.&nbsp; Sitting in the packed restaurant, her sense of decency assaulted by the garish plastic-drape everywhere, Belladonna watched as her neighbour frantically fired of message after message on his wafer-thin, baby-white, curvilinear wrist phone, its screen seething with a miniature version of the city's night-time neon light show.<br><br>Finishing her hybrid Sino-Athabascan chowder, Belladonna left a double tip for the waiter and walked out into the not-unpleasant humid night, stopping in the shadows of an exhaust-stained multilevel expressway.&nbsp; Belladonna looked at her own watch, a chipped and dull lifeless thing bought far too many years ago, she couldn’t remember where from, it was like a faithful dog, never giving up despite the pain of going on, the faded LCD showed a quarter to ten.&nbsp; <em>30 minutes till the meet, I should move my ass.</em>&nbsp; Nightshade's voice had been slick and precise apparently without humanity, but the hint of menace was still there.&nbsp; He wanted to meet her Downtown, near the Yamatetsu corporate enclave; the quickest route was&nbsp; through the increasingly nefarious Redmond Barrens.<br><br>Belladonna always found driving through the Redmond Barrens an interesting experience.&nbsp; It was a district of contradictions; a multitude of interactions between middle-class haves and lower-class have nots.&nbsp; Its rougher areas were always up late and usually up to no good.&nbsp; Belladonna stopped at a red light and her attention was caught by a stunningly attractive woman.&nbsp; <em>She's probably human despite the pointed ears protruding from her stark blue hair</em>, young and quite serviceably beautiful.&nbsp; She was wearing expensive-looking, very sheer black undergarments, and little else, save for some sort of outer black layer - equally sheer and skin-tight.&nbsp; Her pointed ears and neck were bedecked with just enough faux-gold and diamonds to give potential clients the right message.&nbsp; She walked past Belladonna, conversing into her ear-mounted phone in rapid-fire....<em>Orkish?</em>&nbsp; Belladonna's eyes follow the night-worker as she made the opposite curb.&nbsp; <em>Green light, honking horn!</em> As Belladonna accelerated her sleek, black Eurocar 2000 Westwind, she saw the girl palm something to a bouncer outside a nameless hole-in-the-wall club.&nbsp; It was a small plastic case.&nbsp; <em>Better Than Life chips.&nbsp; Junkie currency in this part of town.</em>&nbsp; Belladonna shook her head, <em>Lone Star security would probably be pulling her out of a dumpster or some ratshit hole of a dive tomorrow morning.</em>&nbsp; The elf <em>poser</em> strolled on and then slipped into a doorway near the Pussy Galore Bondage Bar.<br><br><em>Nightshade</em>.&nbsp; A mental image of the powerful, intense Elf filled her mind's eye.&nbsp; There was something alluring, even demanding about him that nagged her, like an itch that couldn't be scratched.&nbsp; But he was dangerous, his reputation preceeded him, a cold killer that would do anything for Nuyen, credit, cash, moolah...call it what you like it was all that seemed to matter to Nightshade.&nbsp; <br><br>Perhaps she and he weren't so different afterall.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Double Dose of Posion (Darius Fallenstar X KaraKres)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 10:32:49</strong>
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				(http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad295/Dariusfallenstar/174242_1243355298_submedium.jpg)<br>It took the dark-skinned elf a few hours to prepare. He had no doubt whatever mission it was would be intense; you don’t throw around that sort of money for anything less than certain death. At least he wouldn’t. <br><br>First thing Jean, as Nightshade, sent a communication via secure channel to the person he trusted most on a job like this: Belladonna. He didn’t like the woman much. She looked like a pretty woman trapped in an Orc’s body as far as he was concerned, and trust wasn’t a word you bandied about with mercenaries. That aside, she was the most efficient, capable killer he’d ever met. Aside from himself, of course. The message was short and sweet: <em>“Million credits worth of tech of gear for you. Job. Meet me at the warehouse we first saw each other at.”</em> <br><br>They’d met outside of a loading shop, a supply store for cybernetic and bio-enhanced mercenaries a few years ago. It could have been a passing glance, but it wasn’t; their first meeting had been an argument about the efficiency of firearms against a theoretical dragon. She’d won, sort-of. They’d never fought a dragon, but the shop owner, a scarred elder who had some dragon scales to play with, broke the argument by admitting that he’d used the very weapon she’d chosen against a scale and it seemed feasible that her suggestion was accurate. He’d never tried Nightshade’s idea – the elf wanted to do something complicated involving getting beneath scales on a dragon’s spine and planting an explosive device, but he considered it far more suicidal. <br><br>It was the first time Jean remembered feeling outfoxed by a woman in such a public manner. The humiliation had led to a rivalry that was almost sexual in its intensity. Faced with so great an opportunity to die, he couldn’t think of anyone else to bring with him. <br><br>Loaded out, his cybernetics fully charged, with backups in his backpack, in addition to his preferred weapons (mostly guns that delivered sticky explosives), Nightshade made his way down to the aforementioned store. <br><br>Driving wasn’t Jean’s favorite way to travel; he trusted his legs over any machine that was outside of his body, but he did it when he didn’t want to show out. His vehicle was black, sleek, and scythed through the air like a knife, depositing him outside of the massive complex about twenty minutes before the appointed time. Despite having some of the most state-of-the-art tech available, the place was in a slummy part of town; an area where legalities were less distinct. A few cyber-junkies and Juicers, massive hulks of meat – usually trolls or ogres – sat outside the building on crates. One, a rather saucy looking Troll female with biceps as big as Jean’s waist, waved and winked. She recognized him.<br><br>Then again, Nightshade was impossible to miss. His inky black skin was flawlessly wrapped around a package of exquisite muscularity precisely crafted to meet at the juncture between brawny and lithe. Despite his artificiality, some care had been taken with aesthetics as well. Beneath his solid-white hair, the man had refined, if strong, features that might have been sexually appealing, had he put any effort into pursing his generous mouth or doing something with his hair other than letting it hang in silky waves around his shoulders. Dressed in form-fitting leather, the kind that announced his generous endowment publically, beneath a flowing duster and contour-fitting backpack, he fit the “dark and alluring” thing a bit too well. <br><br>It was public knowledge that Nightshade didn’t take lovers. <br><br>Waving at the Troll, the elf made his way into the building, his pointed ears swiveling to take in nearby sounds and the tell-tale hum of EMF, should it be some sort of elaborate and subtle ambush. <br>
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