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Elika treaded the desert sands. The moon shined brightly across the arid landscape. She always liked the nighttime; the air was brisk, the breeze was faint and all was quiet. It was quite tranquil, in her opinion…a good atmosphere to organize your thoughts. She’d had no sleep, was running low on water, and her affiliate was expecting her to bring in some new ‘imports’ soon. Caravans were becoming sneakier with their treks; they began traveling during the night. This made sense to her, as it wasn’t blistering hot, and most pirates roamed the wastes during the day. However, the tradeoffs to this were fatigue and how the moon (most of the time) vaguely kept the land illuminated. Regardless, it didn’t bother her. Wait… She heard something - the mechanical purr of a diesel engine. Perfect she thought. Elika dashed up the sand dune, her feet jutting into the sand. At the top she saw a halftrack with a large crane, bearing cargo; four armed guards (one at each corner) were walking with it as it chugged across the wastes. From the sound of it, the engine wasn’t doing very good. Elika considered the situation for a bit, and concluded this was a good target. She took her crossbow slung over her shoulder, loaded it, and laid down beside a nearby rock, propping herself up against it.

Looking down the scope, she steadied her crosshairs on one of them at the back. His lips were moving - he must be in mid conversation. Leading her target, she patiently waited from him to finish talking. There was a long pause in his speech…Thump - The guard dropped. Noone seemed to notice, so she quickly slid in another bolt and cocked her crossbow again. The other guard at the back of the vehicle looked over and exclaimed something loudly. Go-time. Thump – This one did a 180 before falling, the bolt firmly lodged deep in his chest. The vehicle stopped and one of the guards ran behind it for cover, the other got close to it and get and searching for the assailant. His rifle was an old model, probably full auto. She quickly reloaded again and fixed her sites on the last guard she could see. He was franticly looking at the high ground, trying to get a fix on the raider. The moment he found out where she was. Thump – As he fell, his rifle fired off a few rounds, one of which hit the rock Elika was propped up to. Jesus! She thought to herself …one left…He’s still behind the halftrack. She kept a good fix on the vehicle for any indication of the remaining guard. There were subtle movements coming from inside the cab. [COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Must be the driver.
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She waited what seemed like a good five minutes before heading down to the behemoth-of-a-vehicle. It sure seemed a lot bigger up close than it did before. Elika walked around the front of the jalopy, her crossbow pointing slowly around the corner. Suddenly, there was a blinding light, and a load motorized roar. She instinctively raised her hand in front of her eye. The driver starting this thing… The shifting gears made a loud screech. [i]He’s trying to run me over! [/i] Without even thinking, Elika pointed and fired her crossbow at the windshield. There was a short, curdled scream, followed by a limp, heavy thump. Sighing after that panic, she turned the corner to find the last guard. He was slumped up against the vehicle, eyes closed and keeping a controlled breathing rate. His rifle was held close to him and was pointed upwards. Lets see where this goes…

“Hey,” She said, nodding “Are you going to move, or what?”

Remember the main main rule, You are not a overpowered hero who decides other characters fate OR THE MAIN STORY. Nobodies the hero.
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Time:Unknown
Location:Unknown

*heartbeat sounds continue in rapid repulse*

As I stare out from the darkness, I see a woman lying on the ground, one of her arms is completely blown off, there is blood all over, and her cold dead gaze is set on the night sky, which is lit up with a purple fire of sorts, theres shards of something raining down all over, in the distance there is screams of horror, gunshots, and explosions. As I look over to my side I see a man with burning hellfire in his hands throwing it at a constant stream of rushing people, they charge with Grace, and clumbsyness as well, Screaming, yelling, and muttering gibberish. The man takes one after another down, but his arms are starting to burn up, He turns to me and yells something but all I hear is silence, then his face's expression turns to one of horror, then relief, something behind me, Just as he turns 2 hooks go into his chest, and he is ripped open, Followed by another explosion, and something hitting me dead on in the right side of my face.


*wakes up*

Time: 9:45am
Location:New Serra City, in my Observatory.


Another dream, lately every night ive been getting these, They get deeper, darker, more intense, But this is good, my memories are returning, Or are they my memories? I don't know anymore.

Guess I slept in my clothes again, I look down upon my worktable, passed out on the job as useual, I pick up the abomination of a creation in front of me, Siren, its finally complete.

I look over my Guitar slash shotgun, Dear god will this even work? or blow up in my face like the last one *looks to the side of the room at the pile of scrap* I pull out a old guitar pick, Heh this thing is hundreds of years old, and still intact *stums the guitar* *a loud pierceing scream comes, out literally shaking everything, Steam shoots out the tiny exhaust pipes, the meter spins. bottles break, glass cracks, things fall off shelfs, and all of my windows blow out, followed by all the neighboring buildings windows, then dying down in a small whine.

Oops, little too powerful, *listens to screaming and bitchen in distance* *pulls out earplugs* Well, least my ears are fine heh.

*looks out the window* Ah new serra sunrise, always beautiful, the city glistens, The biodome makes the sunrise even more colorful, Such technology would have never been possible in the ancient times, but now, we have advanced so far, but, if something like what happend at Rapruet years and years ago could happen, Whats not stoping it here? *goes back to looking at guitar*

So my weapon is a success, just needs tuneing.

Today ive got to head down to Moomath artifacts, Im hoping I can convince them to take me to Rapreut, so far ive been denied by everyone, No matter how much I offer, but this place may think differently, its a small company that finds specific pieces for private, or public buyers, they have even brought in a piece of tech that upgraded the cities Bio dome, tho, they never received much praise, or credit.


Time: 12:45pm
Location:Moomath Artifacts

Rolla: Im sorry but no, As appealing and great as it sounds, I won't go THERE, I will got to ancient city with you however, but Rapruet is out of the question.

Zannick: But why? All you need to do is take me there, you don't even need to ENTER the city, You could drop me a mile, 3 miles from it!

Rolla: Im sorry kid, but that place is fucken **** on ea-Well, Whatever Earth is anymore anyway. Just seeing the sky darken in the distance, its creepy, the place is fucken pure evil.

Zannick: I see. Well, thank you for your time *get up and heads for the door*

Rolla: Goodluck Zannick, But even with your smarts, Rapruet will be your demise, and im sure everyone has told you this.

Zannick: I have no reason to care*walks out door*


Another company denies me, Goddamnit, I don't know where to go anymore, For a year now ive been searching, asking, Even looking for other assistance in other cities, but nothing.

Im running out of options, *just then loud gunshots sound and a car goes zooming thru the streets, and down into a dark tunnel, The car has logos on it, which stand for a group of pirates known to this city.*

Perhaps, its time I seek out, darker sources of help. *starts walking to the tunnel, AKA one of many entrances to New Serras Blackmarket area*.

One way or another.

Remember the main main rule, You are not a overpowered hero who decides other characters fate OR THE MAIN STORY.

I feel like trolling this thread


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"[SIZE="1"]Are you still alive?[/SIZE] "


I nudged his head slightly.

"Hmm? A simple answer would be [SIZE="1"]nice[/SIZE].."

The poor fellow trembled and slowly lifted his gaze towards my direction. Head slightly down and smothered with specks of blood. His eyes were scattering in every direction in a small radius. His breathing was..[SIZE="1"]troubled[/SIZE]

He was 'Breaking'

Amused I was as I slowly walked around him bound to his chair. I lowered the knife I was holding and placed it upon my desk. I returned to the lad to further toy with his mentality.

[SIZE="1"]It was dreadfully entertaining..[/SIZE]

I backhanded his face with moderate force. He swayed to a direction and collapse towards the floor with his chair. The left arm of the chair broke as well as his sanity. He drowned in his tears (Which were mixed in his blood) and loudly shrieked. I broke the other wooden arm with my foot and grasp his collar. I held him up into the air and approached his ear.

"[SIZE="1"]I will say this again and only this once; where is the money?[/SIZE] "

"Ah-aa-tehh...duh.."
Wasn't long before he burst into tears again.


Pathetic..
I tightened my grip on his collar.

Panicking as I expected from him, he finished his sentence.
"Ahhh- the ccc-ar in the scrapyard! It's under t-the seat.."




I tossed him into the corner and nodded at him in a positive approval. I headed out to the door; there stood a fellow 'employee' of mine. I whispered in his ear.
[SIZE="5"]"[/SIZE]I'm done with him..toss him in the pit with a knife. And when I get back, release the [SIZE="1"]Ferals[/SIZE].[SIZE="5"]"[/SIZE]




[SIZE="5"]"I'm in the mood for a good show."[/SIZE]

[ Continuation of Madman's Post ]

[COLOR="lime"]Outside Ryza [F5]
12:54AM[/COLOR]
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"Look at him... They say he killed a man with his bear hands..."
"He has bear hands!?"
"I heard that's why he keeps his arms in his trench coat like that."
"Does he even have a face under that mask?"
"IS THE MASK HIS FACE!?"

Intimidation.

The driver of the half track, the only one of the 5 members of the transport team seemingly capable of complex thought, couldn't even put his finger on what about the figure walking at the front of the vehicle was so eerie. Every step this man took so far was in silence. His eyes were locked on the sand below his feet, as if he was carefully calculating every step in order to conserve just enough energy to kill every last one of the transport team at the last moment. The half track driver would have said something to his superiors, but he felt that if he did, he would be putting his own life and the life of his family in danger. He took a deep breath and kept pushing the sputtering monstrosity through the desert, praying to whatever god there was that he'd live to see his daughter again.

"You know he can hear us right? - Right? - Greg? ****, THEY GOT GREG, SOMEONE SHOT GREG"

The driver looked at the guard in the corner, who had pulled an assault rifle out from under his coat and spun around, looking towards the back of the vehicle. "oh ****... he's doing it, he's killing us!" He slammed on the breaks, switched off the engine, and dropped under the dash board. "maybe he'll forget I exist..."

The driver heard several gunshots and what sounded like a body slamming against the desert floor.

"Please god.... Please god... Please..." The driver sobbed to himself for what seems like hours, before regaining a slight semblance of composure. "I... I'm not dead yet.... Where the **** is he... ?" Tears steamed unabated down the mans face as he tried to think up the best course of action. The track had enough fuel to get him to Ryza, and he couldn't just leave it behind. Maybe the man did forget about him... Or maybe he was looting the cargo... Pulling it out of the back of the truck, waiting for some pirate buddies to come by and pick it up. Pirates would make good use of all that water... But the driver wasn't going to jump out and run through the desert... If he pushed the engine he could get up to 20 miles per hour, but who knows how long that would last, the thing was having trouble already.... "**** it, I'll take my chances with the desert over this ****." The driver thought to himself as he sat up and switched on the engine.

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[COLOR="lime"]*CRACK*
*AAAAGGGGHHH*
*THUMP*[/COLOR]

**** **** **** **** ****.
"It was just a god damned water delivery... A **** SMALL one. I could have taken the damned mail. That woulda helped. I should have done the mail thing. Jesus..." Terrin whispered to himself as he leaned against the back wheel of the half track, he was breathing heavily, panting. He'd never been in a combat situation with out a team, without Kaye. He had taken her sniper cover for granted.

He tightened his grasp around the rifle's grip and prepared to jump out, guns blazing. If this was how he was gonna go down, he was taking someone else with him.

"Hey."

His eyes went wide and his heart lept. He was **** dead.

“Are you going to move, or what?”

Her Voice. It sounded like... Was that? No... Kaye wouldn't attack a virtually defenseless trade "caravan" - wasn't even a god damned caravan. Unless she was trying to get to me. No... she wouldn't do that either, she'd stay in one place, that was the idea... Unless she had to take jobs like this to pay for who knows what.... What else is she doing to pay the **** rent then? Why isn't this person killing me? Because it IS her? If it's not then how much longer did he have to live!? He wanted to point his gun in the direction of the girl's voice and pull the trigger, but the voice was stopping him, if it was Kaye then he'd be the one responsible for killing her... that hurt just thinking about it. WHY isn't she killing me!?

"Why am I still alive?" His voice cracked, he hadn't realized how scared he really was.
"HAHA... uh... I don't really know. I was going to... but..."
He didn't know what to say... she seemed just as much uneasy as he was, and a chill was running up and down his spine. He felt that if he didn't say anything she'd shoot him.

He cleared his throat and started to stand back up.

She pulled her weapon up and pointed at him, he couldn't make out what it was. "Nope, get back down. I have no reason to trust you any further then this, but I don't know what's keeping me from killing you..." she looked at him for a second. "If I come back and you've moved an inch, I'm shooting you. Give me your gun."

He didn't want to argue... or die... so he pulled out the magazine, cleared the barrel, and tossed it to her.

"The magazine too."

He grunted and tossed it over, then, as a show of good faith, he reached into his holster, pulled out his pistol, unloaded it, and tossed it and it's ammunition over as well.

"I have a knife also, but I'm keeping it... It's more of a survival thing anyway..."

Apprehensive at first, she decided to grant him just enough trust. He didn't have to tell her he had a pistol on him, and she had completely forgot to ask. She felt like she could trust him at least a little bit anyway. She'd hardly been around him 10 minutes, but she felt this odd sympathy for him and had no idea why.

Still retaining common sense, however, she walked backwards toward the cab of the truck and pulled the driver's body out, it landed on the ground with a thud and a puff of sand. She reached down, pulled the bolt out of his head, and put it away. She checked the gas, and for any survivors in the cab, then hopped out and walked over to the bodies at the back of the truck, to get her bolts back.

"What's your name?" Terrin asked, smiling, his curiosity finally getting the better of him.

Her response came in the form of a crunching of meat and bone as she removed the bolts from the dead guards.

"My name's Terrin." He said, nervous. She didn't seem like she was interested, but he wanted to extend courtesy regardless.

Downtown New Serra:
Time: 1:37 A.M.

A man in a trench coat barged open the door and went up to the line of people waiting for ammunition. He threw them aside as if they were nothing but only a nuisence in the way. As he appeared to the guy I was getting the money from currently for his ammunition, he grabbed him and put him in the air and threw him. It must be that person that wanted the package I've got a delivery for...

???: Wheres my package, the one with the huge label on it that was ordered by me.
Eddie: Can you give me your name so I can get the package for you in the back and can confirm it?
???: You got to be serious...fine, my name is Ben Portugo. Now give me my package already!
Eddie: Fine, fine, but you don't really scare me. *goes through the back and finds a huge package with his name on it, I then slam it on the gun table* Now before I give this to you, I want the money first.
Ben: Fine, here's 5000 credits, here take it.

I take the credits and then I knew there was something wrong with them. They were counterfit, god **** it not again. Guess I'll have to deny this guys package and tell him to pack up and leave. Better get my boss before I confront him again.

Eddie: Ben, my boss needs to talk to you, I'll get him right away.
Ben: Fine, but make it quick....
Boss: Hello Ben.
Ben: Hello, you're the boss right?
Boss: Yep, now I'm sorry but we can't give you the package.
Ben: Why not? I payed in full for it.
Boss: Well, you see, the credits are counterfit, we can't give you the package right now atm, so leave or we'll force you out.
Ben: No I will get my package no matter what!

As Ben pulls out an huge machine gun out and is about to point it at my boss, I take out my assualt rifle and put it on his head. Ben is terrified by this and tries to kick me off of him, I try to dodge but I can't so I used my hand and the force was immense and I went a few feet back. Ben steps on my gut with his metal boots he was wearing and stomps on it continously. I started feeling pain all over my body and then before he stomped me again, I was behind him and I know I didn't get up from the ground I must've teleported behind him. I started wondering what the **** just happened. Then I take out my katana and slice his neck, producing a huge gash in it. Ben falls over and blood leaks all over the floor. I then put my katana in it's sheathe and walk away trembling from fear and how I teleported for the first time.

Eddie: **** got me pretty hard, boss, can you take him to the medical supplies and patch him up then dump him into the desert.
Boss: Sure thing, Eddie, but you have got to learn on how to make sure you don't try to kill them just make them unconscious.
Eddie: Yes boss, by the way did I just teleport or something back there, that has never happened to me before...wait a minute...why is my hand glowing green!!!
Boss: Eddie...I think you have had a plasmid in you before I met you, I sometimes saw a glowing green mark when you slept but I always kept the secret to me and not to let you worry about it.
Eddie: It must've been that time when I was in the cave and this thing that got into me must've been a plasmid...I am going to try and learn more about the plasmid upstairs in my apartment ok?
Boss: Ok, rest up Eddie, you'll need your strength, I'll just get Chloe to cover your shift. Take your time Eddie.
Eddie: Yes, thx boss, you are a great friend to me and an excellent person.
Boss: I know, I know...now shoo!

As I was walking upstairs the pain was excrucinating and felt like I could no longer walk. I wonder how this plasmid works, if I can manage to make it work, it would be helpful to me. I then managed to walk up all the stairs and into my apartment and got the medical supplies and the bandages that were in the bathroom. I then jumped onto my bed and before I knew it, I was back in the bathroom... this could get a little annoying at first I guess.... I then managed to get into my bed and rested and got some food and drinks from the fellow roommates in the attic. Time to wait this out and then try to get a hold of my plasmid I just found out about.

Azo enjoys the sleep, but sometimes she has a hard time getting much. When she wakes too early, she sits up in her bed, and lets her mind wander to pass the time. She’s not quite sure where her mind is, but she knows it’s interesting.

The rising sun shines through the crack in the curtains, the intensity striking her face. She doesn’t mind. She enjoys it, because it’s warm, and bright. But, It signals the beginning of everyone else’s day, which is bad, bad everyone. It also means she has to leave her mind for sustenance. It’s all fine, though, it’s hard to think when it starts to get noisy out, and she needs food. She only wishes the time between the rising of the brilliant star, and the rising of the noisy inhabitants of this dome, were a bit longer. More bright thinking time; it’s all surprisingly more cheery.

Slipping out of bed, Azo’s bare feet make contact with the cold floor. She tore the carpets out; it was too warm for early mornings and they made her too comfortable, and so sleepy. Her feet glide across the cement, the only filthy looking thing in the apartment. She’s good at cleanliness besides. She even rewards herself for the impressive cleaning job very often. Usually with a pat on the back, a nice sip of coffee, maybe a colorful sticker, or stamp. They’re so childlike, yet so satisfying. She theorizes that the lack of childlike tendencies, or even the struggle to be less childlike is what make everyone else so uptight… looking for vengeance. Quenching for destruction, murder, pain... possibly making her a likely target!—No… Can not dwell on that too long. Her glides eventually lead her to the white kitchen, which smells of cleaner. There’s no way she could bring herself to cook anything here if it doesn’t look, and smell unfathomably clean.
Monologue fading... Azo flips a switch on a large, clunky looking machine. It takes up almost all of one of the counters, but it must be useful to her, or otherwise she wouldn’t keep it. It makes loud noises, and odd movements. She stands watching it, observing, figuring out its mechanics. She didn’t build it, but is very much in awe at how things like it are built. She stands there for quite awhile, eventually zoning out. She suddenly bounces back to earth when the machine makes a sudden noise, and decides it’s going to take a little longer than she anticipated. She gets cleaned up, slips into her clothes, and walks back to the machine. By the time she gets back to it, it’s done with its thing. A small glass vial containing a black liquid has appeared in the circular output tray. She grabs it and shoves it a bit violently into one of her inside pockets.
“Blech”
Her first words on this day don’t do her thoughts justice. She walks over to the window, hoping to drown out the bad feeling from realizing that. Opening the curtains wide, the sun floods in, making the white, plastic looking walls shine, and the perfectly made, white colored bed look as inviting as something too hot to sleep on. Her eyes are wide open from the sudden light, the opposite of what is usual. She does that on purpose. It hurts, but it makes her feel good about being different, and it makes her feel awake. Her arms fold behind her back, her legs fan out, and her stance straightens with a new found confidence. Why does she not feel so on top any other time? Hhm.. Probably has something to do with looking down on everything from the top story of this building. Her eyes are immediately drawn to the horizon. Right on the edge she sees the ending of the dome, and the beginning of the bright, hot, desert. It’s freedom from the ever piercing eyes, judgments, hungry beasts. Her head tilts, sudden curiosity. Maybe today is the day…?

Personal Log, date 3/16/400AW

Sitting here, at the bar, enjoying this so called drink. What the **** is this **** anyway? I mean, I have had some good, old style liquor, and this **** is worthless compared to that. Oh well, these people knew who I was I'd be getting some fine wine, or something similar and everyone would be surrounding me and blah blah. I've never met anyone with my plasmid. It's comforting to know that everyone else I am looking at is there real self. I don't think I would trust a soul if I knew that they could be someone else. I mean, someone in my position, needs to have people he can trust, so how could you trust someone who could BE ANYONE? Oh well, I guess even if they did they wouldn't be able to go about using it like I do. Since I sit on more plasmid that god himself. And all for good reason too, plasmid is a power only god himself should have. Do I think I am god? No. However I like to feel like I am god, and that is why my Opiataids are so god damned good. Not only can you feel like you are on a plasmid, you can **** do anything you want, in your mind and have it feel as if you are doing it. I have to admit, I was **** hooked until I got my first real taste of what a plasmid is.

There is a this fun looking women checking "me" out. I love it, if she only knew who I was I'd already have her. This is the game, and the game is on. Before I make my approach I better finish this thing up quick. I don't even know why I do these **** logs. It's not like anyone else is actually reading these, and I don't normally go back to them unless I forget something, and I never forget anything.

Anyways, this new shipment of Opiataid is tasty from what I hear. My my, you have done it again old boy. i could literally kill the competition with this, however I'm just going to cut it, and distribute it like regular ****. If I made **** as good as this, then people would know exactly were it comes from. This is the game, and the game is on.
Plasmid research is well, not **** producing the results I want, fast enough. I know I am impatient, but ****. I have more than I could even want, but as much as I want plasmid, I want power even more. Being in a position of my stature, it becomes more addictive than the strongest opiataid I could ever produce. Or plasmid for that example.

As much as I like the power, my plasmid makes me feel the need to go out to these slum bars, like a normal person would. I feel safer than the normal person, cause these people couldn't heal a gunshot, or a stab wound for that matter. However, I can. I'm not immortal, but I am **** close. Even in this alternate appearance I feel like a god. I like it.
I'm going to make my approach on this chic now. Let's see how I do. The game is on!

Personal Log, date 3/17/400AW

Well, last night was interesting to say the least. Not only was she good, I think I really may have found someone I could get in to. No pun intended. She amazed, excited, and stimulated every sense in my body. I took her back to my place in the ghetto, and I didn't bother to get her messageID. ****. Well, I don't forget, and well I could find her if I really wanted to. I fall in love 20x a day. So this should wear off soon. Sitting in this office is boring at times, what is on the agenda today at Nucson Tech, let's see here.

New Development in Pulse tech... ****, yawn.

Possibility of extending the BioDome to further enhance Nucs... yawn.

New dept head briefing, yawn.

None of this really matters. I mean, there is no power in this. Just potential violence and adding people to the violence. I need to think of something and fast, how can I get plasmid and more of it. ****, this is stressing me out. I'd rather think of last night. Well, not every part of last night was good. As I was leaving the bar, this **** tried to actually rob me. Normally I would have crushed him, but I had this girl with me, and I had waaay to much plasmid on me to let go of. So, like a cowardly wimp, I took this girl by the hand and we ran. To make matters worse. This **** pulled out a pistol and started firing at me. He actually nicked me in the shoulder, but by the time we got back to my place I actually was almost healed.
Now trying to play that off, as if I didn't get shot. Yes, it **** hurt, and it hurts to heal it, not to mention the levels of concentration and all the while making it appear as if I was perfectly ok. I almost didn't want to even mess around with this girl cause I was feeling so ****, but something about her kept me going. I wonder if she has a plasmid, and what it is. There was something powerful there. I have to find this girl. No, I'll wait a few days. I can't add anymore to my plate now as is. Good thing there is more of me, if I could be more of me at once.
In time we will see. I need to get this day over early and shoot over to my other office and see how things are going over there. This plasmid research means more to me that anything. The power I could have, the things I could do. The people I could eliminate. The list goes on and on.
Well, I better get something done, rather than talk to myself all **** day. I think I will remain myself for the next few days, I am getting slightly confused as to who I really am, it happens to me sometimes, and it has been happening more and more.

Sean, I will cut JUU!
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Story log 2
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Time: 8:32pm
Location: Approaching Fort Europa


Well, Not exactly my first choice, but better then nothing,

The day I went down into the black market, was quite fun, I had only been there a few times, Always is there amazing things down there, even if they are illegal. So much to observe and see, and so dangerous at the same time, So I had continued my search in there.

Thru and round, up and down I went looking for gangs, groups, smugglers, Anyone who could be possible canidates, But each one I asked said the same thing, No, Sorry no, Good price, But no, **** you, but good price, No, **** no, and NBSJDBIHFVVHG!! never did get what that meant.

I decided to go home for the day, I was tired and agitated, As I was walking thru one of the more empty districts under New Serra, I noticed a man over near a booth holding another by his shirt, they were speaking a language I couldn't understand, the man holding him threw him against a wall and pulled out a gun, Now The next thing you would think is I went over and saved the guy, no. I hid behind a empty booth and watched.

I hit a few buttons on my eyepiece and zoomed in on the gun, So facinating, its design, sleek and shiny, Odd barrel it has, and a small clip on the bottom of it, I hit the button on my right eyepiece, which opend the lense of my eye... Everything started to flow in, I saw the gun being taken apart, seeing every individual piece, Its bullets, what sort of thing powered it, So wonderful, So obvious in design, I should make one of these, I closed the lense quickly, Too much time keeping it open puts me into a Lul of peace, this was no place to have that.

As I was sitting there thinking about the gun I heard two loud shots, then I looked around to see the booth vendor dead, Hmm I could have done something, but this is no place to even bother. The other man was already walking away, some large sack in his hands.

Half an hour later I was back on the streets of New Serra, Dusk had set in, was time to head home, Walking home it was getting cold, The biodome may protect us, but they also let and make the same elements the planet has, Sigh, one day we won't need these biodomes anymore.

Once I had arrived home I had several messages on the recorder, Hmm, spam, spam, spam, and whats this?

*Hola, From what I hear your that crazy inventor who blew out my apartments windows, Now im not gonna **** unless we can come to an agreement, And also I hear your looking for a ride, We could arrange something, I need somebody to go with me to Fort Europia, Its a lonely trek, and godknows what will attack, recently got word of a small group of water traders that never showed up, Most likely killed. Anyway that thing, whatever the **** made the noise would be useful, Gimme a call back, and if you don't, Well, *****Beep*

Hmm, Well, this is the best ill get I guess, I could always find someone in Fort Europia, This might be the only way I ever get to Rapruet.


So thats how I ended up on this desert crawler *Its basically got tank traks on it and is about the size of a old world RV, great for crossing deserts, and great air conditioner.*

I had hired a neighbor to watch over my place, of course 5 minutes after walking from the building I hear a boom, Nobody ever leaves my stuff alone T_T. With only my Siren Guitar, A pack of clothes, my coat, goggles, and some food, and money, I was on my way finally, But not how I had intended.

Don: We will be there soon boyo, trips almost over, I got us a hotel reserved for us to stay at
Zannick: Alright.
Don: try not to blow our their windows >_>.
Zannick: Will do.*ill blow out one just to **** you off*

Time:10:32pm
Location: Fort Europia
SO here we arrived in Fort Europia, its now very late, im tired, and this guy bitches too much, As we walk to the hotel rooms reserved for us, I think, Is this trip going to be worth it? Yes.

It’s cool out, especially in this alleyway. The breeze running in between the two old buildings sweep Azo’s hair out of her face. It apparently isn’t as dark in here as she thought, but she’s pretty far in. Even if people were walking by on the sidewalk, they wouldn’t see her. These old buildings have been here a long time, she’s not sure where they came from, or when they were built. Their construction is incorporated into the construction of the surrounding buildings, which are much more modern. The newest ones equipped with the most state of the art protection and security systems, cautionary to every type of disaster. Why would they need to be protected from things that couldn’t hit them in New Serra? Even the glass windows are made specifically to not break in sandstorms and both the interior and exterior frame are reinforced way more than needed. It’s confusing how they find it necessary to do that to the buildings, every day finding a new way to keep them from falling down, and yet the security system for thieves, and assassins have been the same for years. Too long it has been left to be figured out, abused, and manipulated by every greedy, deranged person out there. It’s not safe, and no one even realizes it. Azo stands up from the wooden box, her coat straightens itself out around her legs, and a splashing noise is made from inside her coat pocket. It’s very quiet, but to her ears it is heard. Looking to the left where the alleyway forks she sees a dark figure. She didn’t have to look, she already heard his chains hitting together as he walked down behind the buildings, but might as well give him the satisfaction of thinking he’s surprised her. Neither of them says a word as he walks closer and stops in front of her. He’s skinny, and appears malnourished, with a gaunt face and scars on every bit of skin that’s showing. At a glance he doesn’t appear too thin, that’s because some parts of his clothing are bulky pieces of steel, and every other bit of clothing are just layers upon layers of material… and filth.
“You stink today,” Her words come out smooth, ghostlike, and unwavering. Her eyes coldly stare into his; she attempts that of a robotic personality.
“No conversation. Somewhere to be,” His voice is high pitched, yet rough, and the very act of opening his mouth lets out a smell so vile that it wouldn’t be absurd to assume an animal died in there. He holds out his hand, expecting something. She stares at it for a bit, her face showing not her disappointment as her eyes slowly glide back up to his.
“Oh, right,” He shoves his hand back into his pocket, but this time he’s fishing for something. Azo becomes tense; he should have had the payment out before he even left his cardboard box. Her arm slowly and quietly makes its way into her trench coat, and gently grabs a hold of the handle of her knife. She’s alert, and subtle, he doesn’t even notice she had moved a muscle. Finally his eyes light up, he had found what he was looking for. Any other trashy seller would have taken this as a sign that he was eager for his next fix, but not her. She’s smarter than that. He pulls his hand out of his pocket, he’s holding something tightly. She’s anticipating anything, and whatever it is, she’ll be ready. His hand slowly opens to reveal… jack ****.
“All out…” He coughs. Her hand does not retreat from the knife; instead she eyes him closely, seriously. Staring until he makes a reply.
“Uh, yeah, so... I can’t pay you today, but I can pay you tomorrow!” He smiles.
“I won’t be here tomorrow,” she whispers, “Leave. You’re not getting anything from me today, especially since you’ve pulled this same stunt on me three times in a row.” His eyes look frantic; the only thing keeping her from running away from him is that she hasn’t known him to be a dangerous person. She hates herself for that; she doesn’t want to blindly trust someone. Anybody could be lying, after all.
“Hey, listen! I know a guy that can pay you for me! How about that? I can take you to him!” His entire face beams. He can be a very ecstatic individual, always seems a bit excited.
“How do you know he’ll pay for you?”
“Well… because he owes me money!”
“Ahahaha,” Her laugh is half sarcastic, and half seriously entertained. Does he really think lending someone money means they’ll pay back? She can’t help but think that what he thought was lending may have actually been a mugging. “No. I’m not going to get myself into that. You need to help yourself get the things you need. I’m not giving away anything for free, and I’m not going to get into trouble for a payment when I could sell this stuff to any low life in here.” Her face shows amusement.
“Please? He owes me a lot, I could pay you back for the other times too,” he begs. It’s like he’s practically on his knees crying. She’s not used to begging from clients, they usually only show anger.
“Christ, what is wrong with you?” She sneers at him; she doesn’t understand how someone could bring themselves down in front of another person. It’s disgusting. Then again, maybe she’s just making a request into a bigger deal than it really is? No, no. He’s definitely making a fool out of himself. They stand there in silence. She watches him, her sneer has faded and her mind has gone into circles. Circles are bad; her mind is cloudy, not alert, but her knife being in reach gives her a false sense of security. His head has dropped, and he stares at the ground, trying to think of what to do.
“I can’t pay you with money.. but do you want, like… a car, or something?”
She snaps back to reality.
“What? No, I don’t drive, too flashy.”
“Well, it’s not really for the roa-“
“It’s for dunes?!” She interrupts. Her curiosity to know makes her question too showy. She didn’t mean to let him know she’s looking for that sort of thing, or that she wants to get out, but she couldn’t pass up this opportunity.
“Yeah! Exactly!” He points at her, positive response, and then he frowns, “Except… It’s not my car.”
“But you must know how to get it if you offered it to me!” She steps closer; her excitement causes her grip to tighten around the handle of her knife.
“Yeah, yeah, to get it is something I know. I’ve researched it completely; know my way around the owner’s defenses.” He leans back a bit and his voice quivers, slightly intimidated by her sudden closeness and excitement.
“Bring me there, tell me how to get it,” She whispers. Her face is uncomfortably close to his, she’s bearing her teeth, and has crazy eyes.
“Alright, alright, step off of me!” His face turns and he tries to push her away from him, but he’s not able to even touch her. His sudden movement caused her to jump back, pull out her knife, and assume the defensive position. Pointing it towards him, she glares.
“But I’m not giving you a chance to explain yourself if I think you’re planning against me. Remember that.” She feels like she’s given in too easily, but she needs this. She’d do anything to get out of this place… Anything for survival.