Sixth World Run: A Shadowrun Beginnings (Vergil1989 & Sain)
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				Title: <strong>Sixth World Run: A Shadowrun Beginnings (Vergil1989 &amp; Sain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>06-09-2016, 21:19:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://rs176.pbsrc.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/study__pink_hair_by_foomidori-d9zjmoe_zpsfw9dy2cc.jpg?w=480&amp;h=480&amp;fit=clip)</div>Cyberpunk, once the pipe dream of overly imaginative people with too much time on their hands, was quickly becoming a reality.&nbsp; Sure, the new world order was looking a little strange with the recent addition of, call them metas, into the native human population in the last ten years, but for the enterprising minds of Yamatetsu Corp, which would later become the Evo Corporation, the sudden appearance of creatures once believed to be fiction and high fantasy meant a truckload of nuyens in merchandise and product development specifically meant to be meta friendly.&nbsp; As such, while some people felt it was a little wrong to potentially take advantage of their new neighbors in such a fashion, most people, such as the young woman standing at the window to her New York based office, saw it far more as a means to help the elves, orcs, even a few dragons she had heard about, among other races, to much easier integrate and become members of their ever expanding society of magic, honest to gods <em>magic</em>, and science.&nbsp; Although yes, the money they were making most definitely helped spur her on since her last paycheck had been...for lack of a better word, huge.<br><br>Rachel Romanov, not in any way related to the fictional Natasha Romanov, or Black Widow if you prefer, of the MCU, couldn't help the grin on her lips even as she carried on a rapid fire conversation in Russian with a contractor she had hired to start drawing up plans for the new office and development building that had just been cleared by the boys in Japan, where Yamametsu originally hailed from.&nbsp; They were planning to make a new headquarters in her mother's homeland, and while she didn't normally have a hand in such things, she was however the foremost mind when it came to integration of the metas in the workspace, and the contractor had been told to call her for building measurements and facility adaptations that would be viable for anyone that would be working for them in the future.&nbsp; Luckily, barring the orcs and trolls which were really just bigger and more muscular than most, most of the otherworldly visitors were as humanoid as they were, two arms, two legs, one head, but the dwarves and trolls were of rather differing sizes, so she was being safe and erring on the side of caution in regards to their practical needs.&nbsp; That meant bigger hallways for the orcs and trolls, and the occasional built in step ladder or smaller stairwells for the dwarves to give one such quick example of what she was hashing out with the man on the other end of her call.&nbsp; While that was hardly the only thing, it summed up her current task pretty well.<br><br>But what really had Rachel in such a fine mood though was the fact she was finally getting a chance to work alongside someone, an elf no less, she had met shortly after her initial arrival into the science fields.&nbsp; She was as beautiful as she was highly intelligent, and while Rachel hadn't gotten a chance to really talk to her soon to be arriving colleague at length, she was looking forward to changing that in the months and hopefully years to come in this brave new, ever changing world they lived in these days.&nbsp; As if on cue, a message box popped up from her computer terminal behind her, and Rachel turned and smirked as she ended her call and sat down at her desk, her hands already lightly dancing over the pale blue holographic keyboard in front of her.&nbsp; Sending off the message to send up her twelve o'clock to her office, Rachel leaned back in her comfortable black leather chair, a glass of chilled champagne in hand, as she idly went over that day's schedule with her free hand, flicking through her holographic interface with an ease born of practice.&nbsp; Beyond checking into the lab to see how some of the new product development was coming along, she had a fairly relaxing day from the look of things, barring any emergencies of course.&nbsp; That meant she had plenty of time to get to know the elf before getting to a good day of work in tomorrow morning.&nbsp; Oh yes, today promised to be a very good day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sixth World Run: A Shadowrun Beginnings (Vergil1989 &amp; Sain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>07-09-2016, 13:14:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/modern_tameris_alt_by_acerbic450-dacptpj_zpsj2i1w3yi.jpg)</div>To her this world was still new. After ten years every day still continued to incite wonder and awe in Shalaya. Her home had been one of magic and chaos where dragons and beasts reigned supreme over kingdoms and tribes. This was a world was a true utopia in comparison. Here were only humans - humans with technology her people could only have dreamed of. They waged war overseas with remote controlled automatons, they connected to everyone at once via screens and could pursue knowledge as an occupation. How wild is that? Never in her years as a traveling scholar had Shalaya ever imagined she could get paid for it. It was a true fortunate alignment to have been among the first to cross over to this world.<br><br>However, things could not stay the same forever. Even with the government censorship the news reports recently had had a troubling amount of new cases relating to the so called ‘Merging’. More and more queer monsters of her home world continued to appear and cause panic. There were large populations of regular citizens being afflicted by the merging and being turned into other races and monstrosities. It had felt as if she was there in middle of the bubble utopia, a powerless spectator forced to watch as the world crumbled around her. No more. There was something she could do to make things right.<br><br>Her success on categorizing the mutations and predicting their end outcomes had garnered Shalaya international reputation in the field, though she liked to think that most of it was just a fluke. After all, she had with her knowledge of the other Earth and of its inhabitants, letting her make daring jumps in logic. Her newest project was to be with Yamatetsu Corp. It was one of the many multinational corporations investing huge sums into these government supported projects, a faceless mega corporation only thinking of profits if there ever was one. Luckily liking your employer was optional in this world. There were always other things you could pour your heart into.<br><br>Such as the wonder around her. Shalaya was riding a taxi through NYC - one of the largest cities on Earth. There had been pictures and virtual reality trideos of these mega cities on the internet, but to see it with her own eyes was something entirely different. They had buildings so tall they had to come up with a name skyscraper to describe them! That alone made Shalaya just shiver with giddyness. Maybe she could get an apartment from that big glass building? Shalaya remained glued to the window almost the whole way, missing the taxi drivers’ ramblings about how he preferred elven refugees to the orcs. She didn’t hear, didn’t care, the young elven scientist was way too excited to be able to call this ‘magical’ place her home. <br><br>Shalaya hopped off the car right at the office front door. She gave the driver a wink and blew a kiss his way. “Thank you~” she said, her voice feminine but with a deep almost musical resonance to it, giving her words that elvish note that some pop culture circles had grown to love. For a member of the Fliarii clan Shalaya was tall, but here 5’5” was just slightly above the average. She added an extra inch or two to her height with very detail-less black boots. Shalaya liked how they pushed her butt out a bit and helped turn her athletic figure a little sexier. She had well shaped legs, powerful thighs and a toned heart shaped butt leading up to a slender upper body packing rather modest breasts. She had stuffed her legs in some pseudo rubbery synthetic fabric leggings which hugged every nuance of her body, though provided some modesty for her crotch with a little extra padding. It was one of those trends which were barely socially acceptable to wear, but highly fashionable if you had the guts to feel like everyone could see your butt. For someone who had spent decades in a tribal community letting her ding-dong hang out it was really not a problem. With them Shalaya wore a skimpy white top and an old black jacket with shoulder paddings, collar strap and yellow highlights. It was her favorite. <br><br>She tried to twirl her hair while waiting the elevator to bring her up, forgetting she had just cut it before the flight. A few nervous butterflies began fluttering in Shalaya’s tummy now that she prepared to meet Rachel. The girl and her had had a few conversations and meetings before. There had been something in the air, or at least she had sensed something. Even in quick meetings there had been an undeniable chemistry between the two. Shalaya was more than a bit interested in seeing if she could steal some more of Rachel’s time some evening and ask her out sometime later, but now they had a company paid meet and greet?! It was a bit too fast for the elf. She had not prepared for this.<br><br>Her big brown eyes blinked to the elevator sound. Shalaya gathered herself, coughing and straightening her as she put on a smile and head out to meet Rachel. The doors opened. Her gaze locked on the pink haired little busybody sitting in her chair. “Hey! Rachel Romanov,” Shalaya began, unable to suppress the grin from climbing into her eyes. “It’s good to finally get to work with you on the same team. I know you’ve been all lost without a sexy black elf to show you how it’s done, but worry not, I’m here now to keep you straight. The project of course. I’m not sure I could promise you the same.” Shalaya chuckled as she took the seat, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back leisurely. “So…&nbsp; I’ve read the files, got the basics. My stuff is arriving tomorrow, but I’ll give the labs a visit in the morning. Math is handling things for now, but I guess you already got my message. Sooo…&nbsp; &nbsp; I guess we’ve pretty much got the day free?” She raised an eyebrow, letting the question to dangle to see what Rachel had to say. Maybe she still had things to take care of. It would be unfortunate, but Shalaya was prepared to spend the day sightseeing and getting used to NYC alone if she had to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sixth World Run: A Shadowrun Beginnings (Vergil1989 &amp; Sain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>07-09-2016, 20:11:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://rs176.pbsrc.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/study__pink_hair_by_foomidori-d9zjmoe_zpsfw9dy2cc.jpg?w=480&amp;h=480&amp;fit=clip)</div>Rachel couldn't help but get all tingly when she saw Shalaya again as she soon sat down in front of the pink haired scientist.&nbsp; Yes, she was actually a scientist as well as a shrewd business woman, having majored in both fields quite easily despite her age, which was a comfortable twenty five thank you very much.&nbsp; She had only started at Yamametsu last year, making her one of the youngest in their staff, but it showed how successful she'd been since she had her own window facing office.&nbsp; While it wasn't huge by any means, not like some of the upper level penthouses she'd seen, Rachel still enjoyed the perks of being high up the food chain.&nbsp; She did her own hours, was able to dress how she liked, within reason, and she got first dibs on anything the labs churned out, once the bugs had been thoroughly worked out of course.&nbsp; Just because Yamametsu focused their efforts on the metas didn't mean they forgot their human consumers as well.&nbsp; Just because they did what they did for money didn't mean they didn't care.&nbsp; Ironically it was quite the opposite for most of the people that worked in R &amp; D, they cared about everyone they sold to, hence why they had yet to have to recall anything they sent out, and they didn't make anything that was intentionally harmful.&nbsp; Medicine for example was made to do exactly what it was meant for, to help people, regardless of what they happened to be.&nbsp; Granted, they also made quite a few more commercially beneficial items and gadgets, personal computers, programmable cyber tattoos, clothes, even sex toys and lubes, but everything they did was to improve life in some way.<br><br>Still, gray pretty eyes sparkled as they met the elf's big brown orbs and Rachel smirked as she waved her glass towards her holographic interface that had her email program open, along with the day's schedule.&nbsp; "Yep, and yep, and I can check on the progress of our current projects from my personal Deck anyway, so we can head out and enjoy the day while it's still young.&nbsp; Tomorrow will be busy, but one of the perks of being where we are is that we call our own shots, barring any emergencies in the labs or something of course.&nbsp; As for this little meet and greet, it was really just an excuse to see you on the company's dime since I already went over your résumé, I know how smart you are, and besides, two sexy women like us in the same place just promises all kinds of fun..for everyone I mean."&nbsp; She chuckled even as her pale skin turned a shade of red that almost matched her bright pink hair for intensity.&nbsp; Oh she'd heard the tease in Shalaya's voice alright, but she had tried to ignore it even as she returned the favor.&nbsp; The fact she didn't bat for either team, preferring to keep her options open, was no secret to anyone, and already Rachel had heard of a betting pool forming with how long would it take for her and the new egghead to hop into bed together.&nbsp; She had taken offense to people betting on her sex life, it made her sound like a shameless hussy, but she'd be the first to admit that there was something different about Shalaya.<br><br>Normally when she found someone to spend a night or two with, it was understood that it was more just stress relief and fulfilling a basic biological need.&nbsp; She enjoyed sex as much as the next person, and some of the research they did required willing participants in such areas anyway.&nbsp; As a result, Rachel enjoyed her job some could argue a little too much, but it paid well and she got to enjoy the toys that would eventually find their way to the meta population or vice versa if they were made for the metas first.&nbsp; But with Shalaya, there was something more there than a desire to see her without her clothes on.&nbsp; She remembered their conversations well, their brief meetings before this, and while she might have been playing favorites when hiring her initially to help the company better adapt things to the others of her world, Rachel wasn't ashamed to admit it.&nbsp; If anything, Shalaya was almost overly qualified for the work they needed her for, but she was still more than perfect in her eyes that had since wandered over the elf's choice of attire.<br><br>Nodding her head before finishing off her drink, Rachel let a soft moan escape her lips as she stood to her feet.&nbsp; Glancing at her reflection in the window behind her, she likely appeared underdressed for such an 'official' meeting, but again the perks of the job and all that.&nbsp; Wearing skintight blue jeans that hugged her long, creamy smooth legs, Rachel cut a sexy figure in her black short sleeve T-shirt that left her midriff bare, and revealed the red Chinese serpent dragon tattoo that curled around her bellybutton, which had a diamond stud piercing nestled within.&nbsp; Since it was one of those programmable cyber tattoos they were responsible for finalizing just a month ago, having only been released to the public a week ago to the day, the dragon slowly chased its own tail as it flew around her stomach, a sinuous display of power, majesty, and elegant grace that matched the woman herself perfectly.&nbsp; A ring of intricate red and yellow decorative plates hung around her neck, that was accompanied by a pair of small, diamond stud piercings in both of Rachel's earlobes.&nbsp; At about five foot nine inches, she was slightly taller than the elf, even with her platform shoes, but not freakishly so as to make it awkward between them.&nbsp; Unlike Shalaya though, Rachel had on a pair of plain old gray sneakers with matching gray socks.&nbsp; If anything could be said about her, it was that Rachel looked more like she was ready for a day at the gym than a day at the office, but given her genius and contributions to the company thus far, no one could say anything about her choice of clothes.<br><br>Whatever Shalaya thought though, was another matter entirely as Rachel effortlessly logged out of her computer terminal before tapping at a small, black band on her left arm.&nbsp; The moment she did, her Deck produced another holographic interface, which she used to remotely power down her terminal before deactivating her Deck with a swipe of her hand over the display.&nbsp; She was showing off at this point she knew, but she was just proving the point that she could take the rest of her work with her, wherever that happened to end up.&nbsp; Grabbing the synthetic leather handbag off of her desk, Rachel slung the item over her left shoulder before gesturing towards the doors.&nbsp; "So, shall we see what kind of trouble we can get into or would you prefer a tour of the building's facility's first before heading out?&nbsp; I don't mind either way, but I've been getting plans finalized for a new building that'll be going up in the next couple of months, and I could use the fresh air.&nbsp; Or as fresh as you can get in the city anyway."
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