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Post by Kitsun on Dec 22, 2003 17:31:53 GMT
PTS: Free-for-all thread. Magic's free, though it's in a scifi setting.
The Refuge. The thorn in the side of every dedicated police worker, from the lowest desk drone up to the Chief of Police in the Tower. It was just as it was named, a haven for all who lived outside of the law. All grudges were set aside as soon as you walked in the door, or face the guards placed there.
It had always been there, but the current Queen had made it successful, for She had bought off the ex-military that kept the place safe on the outside, and had dropped fat piles of credits into the laps of many high-ranking government officials who warned Her when they were going to attempt a raid.
She lived upstairs, above the gambling and drinking nest that formed most of the place She kept safe. The only ones who came here that were not criminals came to hire the criminals to do their work for them. So She waited, waited for someone with the courage to enter Her kingdom.
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Post by Largo LeGrande on Dec 22, 2003 17:56:20 GMT
A man entered, acting like he was trying not to be noticed. He sat down at the bar, and ordered a drink. Then rested his face in his hands, obviously very weary. His blond hair was flatter than normal, as if o show the man's tiredness. And a small metal disk on his neck gleamed. The man pulled up the large collar on his coat so no one would notice it.
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Post by Kitsun on Dec 22, 2003 18:20:47 GMT
"Tag him," She ordered into a comunit. "I want to know what he's going to do before he does."
One of the ex-military types that were forever waiting for their orders nodded, and moved closer to the blond man, not caring if he was noticed.
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Post by Largo LeGrande on Dec 22, 2003 19:15:01 GMT
Vex quickly noticed the man. He was in the state of tiredness, and frustration, that he could feel someones attention on him, and it only served to annoy him more. Still, he pulled his collar up still further. He tried to focus on his drink. One hand in his pocket fidgeted with a small green and blue object. His leg spasmed slightly from the strain the muscles had been put through, which reminded him of the hellish couple of days he had just been through, and which were more than likly, far from over.
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Post by Kitsun on Dec 22, 2003 19:28:50 GMT
" Don't bother hiding it," the military man advised. "She's already seen it. That's why She's having you watched."
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Post by Largo LeGrande on Dec 22, 2003 19:44:58 GMT
"Is she now? Why is that then?" He asked cooly.
The small object in his pocket found its way to facing the man. But for anyone waching, it looked just like someone playing with their change.
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Post by Kitsun on Dec 22, 2003 20:28:00 GMT
"She knows. And those like... Yu... are not welcome here. Particularly if they are unknown." The man's posture shifted slightly, not liking the fact the stranger's hands were concealed.
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Post by Largo LeGrande on Dec 22, 2003 20:37:05 GMT
The man chuckled wearily. "How do you know its not just for decoration?" His finger lightly brushing a power switch.
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Post by Kitsun on Dec 22, 2003 20:42:07 GMT
"Not even the Hunter is that insane," he said dryly, one hand sliding toward his belt.
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Post by Largo LeGrande on Dec 22, 2003 20:58:43 GMT
The man sighed. "Do I seriously look that much like a Yu to you?"
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Post by Kitsun on Dec 22, 2003 21:02:56 GMT
"If we took that kind of risk, She would kill us." He said it calmly, as if it were a normal job hazard.
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Post by Largo LeGrande on Dec 22, 2003 21:11:38 GMT
"So what are you gonna do about it?" He asked, though it wasn't in a challenging voice.
He had had the cerebral port for only a short while, but it had been long enough to upload a lot of combat knowledge.
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Post by Rimmer on Dec 22, 2003 21:20:09 GMT
Sweeping in like a hero, a man in a cleaned, trimmed uniform brushed past Vex, displaying a very shiny policeman's badge. "He's with me," soothed Rimmer. "So it's ok. He's not going anywhere special. Cool your jets, Clancy."
Rimmer didn't exactly know the man's name, but Clancy was a stereotype name for officers of any branch, and typically went across understood by even the dullest knives in the drawer.
He stepped back in pace with Vex. He passed along fanfares in a hushed voice. "Let's hope that worked. I'm too old for this stuff now boy... but I'm still young enough not to look like I belong in some old coot's home, agreed?" He smiled. "But you can't stomp aboutt this place deliberately aggrevating people, or the plan won't work."
He instructed Vex, loudly, to "follow him," and marched in front of him.
All of this was simply covert ops, a way of not looking suspicious: something that Vex and him had discussed time and time again. Rimmer's job was to not make Vex look stupid in front of everyone else. The blond haired one knew the rest, including where they were supposed to be headed, and what to do.
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rainlightlyn
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Post by rainlightlyn on Dec 22, 2003 21:23:27 GMT
Elizabeth stood outside the building for a long time, appraising it. It looked no different from the other buildingings in the area. A little better kept, but that was to be expected given the current "Queen".
Ordinarily, she would never have come to this place. But when one's activities depended on certain supplies that couldn't be gained by any legal way, one had to come.
Elizabeth wasn't stupid though. Though she wanted to cause no trouble, she had brought at least something to defend herself. On her hip, in plain sight, hung her gun. The one thing she did try to hide was the implant on her right temple, brushing her hair to the side to cover it.
Cautiously she entered, putting forth her best " Don't-notice-me" persona.
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Post by Largo LeGrande on Dec 22, 2003 21:31:06 GMT
His finger slipped back over the power switch of the device in his pocket. He stood, and followed him, but not before noticing the woman that just entered. His cerebral port had detected the implant on her temple. OOC: The future of Bluetooth..
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