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[h3 [b [i [center Season One - The Death of a king/The Limelight Situation]]]]
[b [center When King Desto is murdered and The Arc are suspected an investigation ensues which causes a string of events throughout the city by an unknown syndicate
When a college professor known as Nerre tries an illegal substance known as Green Lightning he begins to see dangerous hallucinations. When it's discovered that one of his students killed themselves while under the influence of the same drug Nerre soon finds out it's a dangerous modified version known as Limelight. He begins his own investigation which gets him involved with a dangerous crime boss known as CorpusRaptor.]]
[h3 [b [i [+red [center Updates]]]]]
Personal I.D. Numbers are mandatory. If you are an illegal, you can make uo a fake one.]
If I am away and the RP needs to progress, Atlas can be taken over until I come back on.]
You can now sail across the sea and find hidden continents and other uninhabited continents. Try to find the lost continent, which is called The Unknown.]
Personal I.D Numbers are a combination of numbers and letters and about 4-10 characters long. For example, Atlas's P.I.N. (306BA-4732)]
The tracks "Old Gielnor" and "Attack on Gusling Mansion has been changed.]
Made an email for the Amarthene Estate Complaint form]
Changed Josephs last name from "Glister" to "Tarago" to match the prequel story "Gielnors Last Stand: The Banished Prince]
[h3 [b [i [center Gielnors Last Stand UST]]]]
[b [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HdFqpmRpfac&authuser=0 The GDVC]]
[b [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=179P_BLBLn0&authuser=0 Old Gielnor]]
[b [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qk8o5QHNeKg&authuser=0 Old Gaelis]]
[b [https://youtu.be/Djl363VsODk The Beats of Phoenix Town]]
[b [https://youtu.be/oxw-hnnZ22E Attack on Gusling Mansion]]
[b [https://youtu.be/nZ-xU0lkMYk The Criminal Underground]]
[b [https://youtu.be/H0zTcf2ISEA The Magic Towers Hum]]
[b [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRtKbhA_dLg Gielnors Last Stand Theme ]]
[b [https://youtu.be/V9j0CSuoj7I?list=PLBF65FE19813DA2A0 Gielnors Last Stand Credits - Blackout]]
[b [i [center [+purple In a world called Gielnor, three continents lie on the world, Amarthene, Gielnor, and Nernias.]]]]
[b [center [i [+red Gielnor is the most technological continent, more advanced than Japan and USA combined. Only using magic to power items instead of electricity and modern power. Magic Towers are placed around the two continents Amarthene and Gielnor, these towers hold the magic energy used to power the objects.
A road in the sky powered by alchemy is used as a fast way to get to Amarthene or Gielnor faster than on the lower roads. Cars are common in Gielnor, such as airships, guns, and other objects that is powered by magic.]]]]
[b [i [center [+blue Amarthene is the America of the world of Gielnor, it is a continent that has more money income than Gielnor but Amarthene shares half it's wealth with their friendly continent Gielnor.]]]]
[b [i [center [+green Nernias is the continent on the far east, sadly not as technologically advanced as Amarthene or Gielnor, Nernias is a steam-punk continent that has a few kings in power. One of them branded a tyrant by the name of King Ivorian the III.]]]]
This rp takes place in Gielnor and Amarthene for now, here is the actual plot!
[h3 [b [i [center [+red World Factions - (Ongoing)]]]]]
The Wizards Council is an incredibly important faction in the world of Gielnor, and there is only one building...Which is located in the capitol of Gielnor; [b [i Phoenix Town.]]
The council houses legendary wizards and Elder Wizards along with High Wizards. These three types of wizards specialize in all of the magic classes in the world of Gielnor, the council members set the rules on all the magic and how it is to be used. Failure to abide by their rules can lead up to jail time.
The council leader is Winston Eldersoul, people may become a council member but only if they have advanced enough through their magic skills.
[b [i [+blue Wizards Council Application:
(WARNING: Only people who are good can join the Wizards Council...Sorry evil players. ;/)
Name: Age: Powers: Magic Level: (Must be at about 50 or 70. You can level up your magic by using it during battles throughout the RP or just using it to help you get around the world of Gielnor. Each time you use your magic skills, you raise the bar. You must use your magic skills about 60 times to level it up. I don't know how this will work so I might need some help.) Personal ID Number:]]]
[h3 [b [i [center Amarthene Estate]]]] [center [pic http://imgur.com/hOWQiiF.jpg]] Amarthene Estate is where former President Simons lives, he is the current president of Amarthene. He has four senators who are named; Senator Harry, Senator Williams, Senator Lyle, and Senator Ryan.
This place is where current dealings with finance and everything to do with dealing with Amarthenes problems are done at. This place may not be as awesome as the Wizards Council but they also have dealings with them as well since they are a part of the world of Gielnor. Without the Amarthene Estate, Amarthene would have anarachy all over the continent of Amarthene.
If you feel like someone in Amarthene is harassing you or doing anything to threaten, or make you uncomfortable...Please message us by filling out this form.
[b [i [+green Amarthene Estate - Complaint Form
Name: Age: Reason for complaint?: Personal ID Number: Personal ID Number of offender:]]]
[b [i Once you are done, send the form over to email@example.com]]
[h3 [b [i [center The GDVC ]]]] [center [pic http://imgur.com/lB5SwtD.jpg]]
The GDVC deals with all sorts of epidemics in the lovely world of Gielnor, they are much like the CDC in the world of Earth. Their main job is guarding a massive gate that leads to another part of Gielnor; [b [i A closed off continent.]]
The closed off continent has a massive dome surrounding it and it is walled off from the world. This continent is named Old Gielnor, which was struck with a deadly evil virus from the Arcane Clan about 400 years ago during the legendary heroes Kalvin and Khalaris time. It was closed off and the dome has been upgraded ever since to fit with the current technology.
Entry is not allowed through the gate unless you are an RPOG member or a GDVC member.
[b [i [+red GDVC Application
Name: Age: Talents: Any infections?: Personal ID Number:]]]
[h3 [b [i [center Nernias House of Kings]]]] [center [pic https://thumb9.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/322090/191178422/stock-vector-black-and-white-heraldic-design-with-a-foliate-wreath-crossed-swords-and-crown-isolated-on-white-191178422.jpg]]
This is where all the kings of Nernias meet here and discuss major politics and world trade. There are titles among these kings but also civilians may join if they are deemed worthy by The High Council.
The titles for civilians along with perks;
[list Advisor - Can discuss world trade with the kings and makes 10% off of the kings economic buildings , The income for each economic building the king has is 1000 holo dollars. ]
[list Legionnaire - You are the kings right hand man/woman, you are usually at his side during important events and meetings. You help him with his battle plans and usually take to the front line in battle. Don’t worry, you’ll be accompanied by guards and soldiers. Because you also command your squad. ]
[list Royal Merchants - You control the world trade and buy and sell various items to certain continents and countries. You must be okay with going out to sea though. That is the only rule. ]
[b [i NHK Application
Were you born on Nernias? If no, then where?:]]
[h3 [b [i [center The High Council]]]] [center [pic http://imgur.com/K1ZpLb1.jpg]]
The high council is from a hidden continent called Ugenstrav, A nordic like continent. This council deals with all the laws around the world of Gielnor. They are the worlds government and run everything. No one is allowed to join and entering Ugenstrav is forbidden by capital punishment. No one has ever seen the council members...They only receive letters.
[h3 [b [i [center Royal Docks Express]]]] [center [pic http://imgur.com/DtHqY9E.jpg]]
The RDE is located in the capital of Gielnor; Phoenix Town. This faction is used for trading between the Royal Merchants from Nernias, they receive various goods that citizens want or need. The owner of this faction is named Captain James Sabertooth. People can work at the docks...You just need to meet the requirements
This is where the medical pink plant is mostly grown and shipped to Gielnor via Royal Merchants. Workers and farmers take good care of the plants to make sure they are grown to perfection. People can work here but need to meet the following requirements;
[b [center NEF Application]]
Do you currently smoke Euphoria?:
Do you do any other drugs?: ]
[h3 [b [center The Arcane Clan]]] [center [pic http://imgur.com/N0MH2g5.jpg]]
Also known as The Arc, they are an evil demonic race that want to destroy Gielnor and they attack the magic towers. Their true leader is known as Arcanum. Who is said to be sealed away on another planet. You can join this faction but once you do you are no longer a good player. You will become an evil player until you leave the clan.
[b The Arcane Application
Any crimes you commited?
Do you pledge yourself to our all true leaders Arcanum and Irving?:
Do you pledge that if you ever leave our order you will become a target?:]
[h3 [b [center The Royal Police of Gielnor]]] [center [pic http://imgur.com/YG7RTd0.jpg]]
The RPOG is the main military branch in the continent of Gielnor, they are the soldiers and police who work on stopping The Arc. Ganzu is the 2nd In Command, he runs the RPOG operations. If a crime is being committed a citizen will alert an RPOG member. If a crime has been committed please make a report at the RPOG office located in Phoenix Town.
In order to join The RPOG, you need;
[b RPOG Application
Would you like a starter weapons pack?:
Would you like a partner?:
Personal I.D. Number:]
[b RPOG Complaint Form
What crime did you witness?:
Was the attacker wearing any mask?:
If you saw the attacker would you please provide a photo?:
The Magic Tower Repair Co. deals with repairing the magic towers that have been blown up or just shut down randomly due to malfunctioning. They use special tools and magic stone along with magic energy hose. Citizens can join, but they must have;
[b MGRC Application
Do you wish to be paid in holo currency or magic energy?:]
[h3 [b [i [center THE CRIMINAL UNDERGROUND]]]]
[center [pic https://imgur.com/RD10w2n.jpg]]
The Criminal Underground (TCU) is a mysterious faction that seems to operate all over the world of Gielnor.
It is speculated that the location to the faction is literally underground and the only way to access it is via blindfold.
Several factions such as The Arc and The Incanter Society are elite members of The Criminal Underground.
The Criminal Underground operates in many trades such as; weapon/drug smuggling, assassinations, kidnapping, thievery, regicide and more.
There is no true leader of TCU and probably will never happen. Each big crime boss of each criminal faction runs TCU and all meet once a year to discuss their plans for the year ahead.
Only way to join TCU is to be recommended by a big crime boss which usually isn't easy. The requirements are as follows;
Phoenix Technologies is the leading company in the smartphone and PC era, they have developed more than 6.5 billion smartphones and computers with their own OS known as Phoenix OS. Many devices run this OS and is widely used all over the contient of Gielnor. The Phoenix, their top selling brand phone is a favorite among the RPOG due to the walkie talkie system implemented in the hardware.
[h3 [b [i [+purple [center Plot]]]]]
[b [i [+red [center An evil demonic group called the Arc is resurrected by a grand necromancer called Irving. He and his evil group start a war with Gielnor and Amarthene, this rp will take you through the history and stories of the world of Gielnor...Bad guys and good guys will collide...
Betrayals will happen...
Loved ones will be lost...
GIELNORS LAST STAND...]]]]
[h3 [b [i [center [+purple Pre-made characters + Make your own characters from scratch sheet!]]]]]
[b [i [center [+red Pre-made Characters:]]]]
[h3 [b [i [center [+purple The Good]]]]]
[b [i [center [+red Ganzu Varson - Open
Age - 38
History: Ganzu is the 1st commanding officer of the Royal Police of Gielnor. He wears a naval outfit and a naval hat, and he also has a medium length beard, he can also be cranky at times as well as serious or funny. Mostly serious though.
Kalas Varkas - Open
History: Kalas is the Assistant Officer of the RPOG He is still young but he is wise and alot of people can learn a thing or two from him.
Jack Lyons - Open
Age - 35
History: Jack is an ex pirate who is now a bartender who fights for the greater good. He wears a red bandana, and has short blue hair.
Joseph Tarago - Open Age - 65
History: This Nernian man is a very experienced fighter with swords. He may be old, but he can still kick ass and take names with his dual sword skills. He hails from the Itula Tribe, a tribe known for killing.
King Desto - Open
Age - 77
History: King Desto is the proud king of the Gielnor continent and the founder and leader of the RPOG. Ganzu and Kalas serving under him.
Atlas Storm - Me
Age - 19
History: Atlas, the main character is the rp, he was taken in by Joseph as his guardian after his parents were murdered. Atlas had joined the RPOG along with Joseph, and their good friend Jack.
Mason Reiner - Open
History: Once a bad guy to previous heroes in the Gielnors Last Stand series, he decided to become a butler for King Desto and serve under him and the RPOG. He has since been a good ally.
Kate Burgess - Open
Age - 23
History: Kate was betrayed by her family at a young age when they tried to sacrifice her to the Arc Clan, now as an adult Kate joined the RPOG and will stop at nothing to eradicate the Arc...And maybe find her parents, who now have a bounty of 3 million Holo coins (Currency)
Age - 25
History: The cook of King Destos castle, she is a famous cook on Prime TV as well as worldwide, some people from Nernias even come all the way to Gielnor to try Silvers amazing food.
Lilly Angel -Open
Age - 22
History: Lilly is a bounty hunter, she hunts down some of the worlds most dangerous criminals in Amarthene and Gielnor. Irving is the most wanted man...Lilly is still trying to find him throughout the world, including other bounty hunters...]]]]
[h3 [b [i [center [+purple The Bad]]]]]
[b [i [center [+purple Irving - Open
Age - Unknown
History: After the previous leader of the Arc died, this evil necromancer took over. He is a malevolent man with horrifying powers. He will stop at nothing to take over the world of Gielnor.
Vega - Open
Age - 120
History:An Arc member who lives in Amarthene, he is wanted for the bombing of three Magic Towers in Gielnor. His motives are unclear to why he bombed them, but it caused a temporary power outage and killed over 4000 people.
Arcanus - Open
Age - Unknown
History: Arcanus is the creation of the previous leader, Lexius. He is wanted for the attempted assassination of King Desto and the Council Members of Amarthene.
Morwinia Fable - Open
Age - Unknown
History: Morwinia Fable is the leader of nightmares, her pet is called the Nightmare Beast, which consumes peoples souls whole in one bite. She is a high ranking officer in the Arcane Clan
Gale Winters - Open
Age - 18
History: Gale is a recruit in the Arcane Clan, she just joined. She is nervous to be here, but her magic talking demonic hairpen is there for her... >:]]]]]
[h3 [b [center [i [+purple Made Up Characters]]]]]
[b Username:] [http://rp.eliteskills.com/u.php?u=24029 hextheblackcat] [b Name:] Rune Kaster [b Age:] 19 [b Weapons:] magic items , Dual daggers , Smoke bombs , and grappling hook [b Powers:] [b Alignment(Good/Evil/):] Good? [b Talents:] Thief, Lockpicking, Parkour, Magic [b Appearance:] She has a slender,yet fit build. Waste long, blonde hair. Eyes as blue as the night sky and bears magick circles on the back of both her hands. She's 5’7 height wise and weight wise 120. [b Where do you live?(Amarthene,Gielnor,Nernias):] Nomad [b Personal ID number when you became a civilian in Amarthene or Gielnor:] [b Any augmentations?:] [b Family members:] Calcifer Craft [b Job:] Freelancer [b History:] Lost and left to fend for herself as a small child. Rune became an apprentice under a demanding individual known as “Calcifer Craft”. He was a philosopher through and through even after he suddenly left the Wizards Council and became a rogue mage whose motives as to why still remain unclear even today.
Through grueling training & more or less unconventional methods. . . It was under this eccentric man’s guidance that Rune was able to harness her skills as a thief and awaken her birthright to wield magick!
In the end though her master just upped and disappeared on her as to where? She is uncertain. . .However with half a cryptic message and a empty grimoire in hand. Rune seeks answers. Following the tad instructions she abandoned her predecessor’s nomadic life in Nernias and left for Gielnor with only a quote for counsel she’s become a freelancer using her talents to make a living.
[b Mandatory Questionnaire (Good)]
[b 1: If you saw someone in the Magic Tower that looks suspicious, what would you do?]
Investigate! Curiosity may have killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back.
[b 2: Someone was being harassed by a bully in public or in a public building, what would you do?]
Assists the victim. While doing so she pickpoeket any loot off the bullies and even the victim as payment for her help :D You can’t expect her to work for free!
[b 3: A friend of yours told you a secret of how he's going to steal some of the Magic Energy from a Magic Tower. since this is illegal what would you do?]
Tails them while keeping out of sight. If anything goes wrong she can use her friend as a distraction to snag some magic energy herself! If she succeeds she’ll lend them a hand in means of an escape as a thank you.
If the friend succeeds. She’ll blackmail them point blank and in exchange for keeping quite force her friend to share some of the magic energy.
[b 4: You saw a group of people in purple cloaks who resemble the Arc. What would you do?]
Tail them! Master had a few dealings with the Arc himself. They might know something. What happens next all depends on the situation.
[b 5: You were stuck in a situation where a family member of yours committed a serious crime. What would you do?]
Protect them, even if we’re not related blood wise I’d rather lose an arm or a leg!
[b Mandatory Questionnaire (Evil)]
[b 1: You have just been accepted into the Arc! What would you do?]
Infiltrate! The Arc is just another means of gaining power and information. I’ll stay for as long as a can before pulling my trump card.
[b 2: You were given magic bombs and instructions on blowing up a Magic Tower. What would you do?]
Heh, revenge is a dish best served cold Blows up the Arcs headquarters or at least something that would leave the Arc in a sticky situation. Something that would take time to recover from. Then makes her grand escape.
[b 3: You have just met Irving, your boss and mentor! What would you do?]
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer! After all theres a time and a place for action, But here and now is not the place nor time. So for now I’ll do your biding. Sits back until the time comes for her to move.
[b 4: A high ranking officer in the Arc has given you a task to kill an entire family, including the kids. What would you do?]
kill them of course! She wasn’t specifically order how to kill them exactly. Only that the family needed to die. So a little scuffle with their parents, maybe a little blood shed and last but not last a fire to ease any evidence of their existence.
Now then never return here if you value your lives! Take this chance of rebirth and step into your new lives for if you ever find yourself standing on what was, my efforts here today will have been in vain!
After setting the stage and acting out the part. She has indeed killed the family giving them a chance of rebirth through the fabrication of death. This means she followed she orders while finding a loophole in which the only evidence would be ashes.
[b 5: Irving has given you a task to kill the Senator of Amarthene, what would you do?]
Yes my lord! *Takes off to the senator of Amarthene and does what she does best. Sneaks in past security, Tails the senator until the senator is in a group of some kind, makes her presence known by throwing a dagger that just graces what could have been a deadly blow. “Heh, heh alright boys here's the deal-”
She’ll explain how she could have killed the senator at least two more times before anyone could have stopped her then make a point that If she were really a Arc member they’d be doomed. Then once she gone them hook,line and sinker. She’ll make sure to secure herself a self spot among Amarthene forces by betraying the Arc.
Username: [http://rp.eliteskills.com/u.php?u=16613 ShadowOfSkills] Name: Known only as Corpusraptor. Age: 23 Weapons: Handguns and smgs, and concealed knives. Has been known to use larger weapons when necessary for the job. Powers: Necromancy, humanoid shapeshifting, and enchanting. Alignment(Good/Evil/): Neutral Evil Talents: Knowledge, especially regarding magic and history, charismatic, with a cult of personality. Wealthy, particularly from illegal activities. Appearance: Her current form is short, about 155cm tall, with shoulder length brown hair, light eyes, and fair skin. Commonly seen wearing a black trench coat and fedora. Where do you live?(Amarthene,Gielnor,Nernias): Gielnor Personal ID number when you became a civilian in Amarthene or Gielnor: Any augmentations?: Surgically implanted magic reserves, mechanical eyes able to see infrared and ultraviolet wavelengths, serrated metal incisors. Family members: Only known relative is a cousin named Alicia, full name unknown, whereabouts unknown. Job: Leader of a small criminal organization of necromancers. History: Not much is known about Corpusraptor, including her real name, though it is commonly believed that she covered up her true identity with shapeshifting. She leads an illegal necromancy ring in Gielnor, under the noses of the Wizard Council. She owns several illegal enterprises to fund her necromancy, including illegal augmentation, hacking, counterfeiting holo coins, organ harvesting, forgery, selling weapons and magic on the black market, armed robbery, and an identity theft ring. It is unknown how many times she has been arrested, if any, as she changes form semi-frequently, and tries to keep as much information about herself secret as possible. It is possible, and probable even, that all of her legal documents are forged.
Username: [http://rp.eliteskills.com/u.php?u=47 Vlanderson] Name: Kyu Kyu Age: Twenty-One Years Old Weapons: Two Knuckledusters, One Trench Knife Powers: Magical Aura Alignment(Good/Evil/): Neutral Evil Talents: Stealth, Forgery, Magic, and Art Appearance: A pink haired girl with red eyes. She has a long, bushy tail. Her hair reaches the middle of her back. Her ears and and tail origins aren't known, but not thought to be important either. Where do you live?(Amarthene,Gielnor,Nernias): Gielnor Personal ID number when you became a civilian in Amarthene or Gielnor: Any augmentations?: Heightened Hearing, Flexible/Opposable Tail, Retractable Claws Family members: Nya Nya Job: Minion History: She and her twin sister left their past behind them. They didn't enjoy being used as a spectacle in a 'freak show'. Kyu killed the ring leader of the circus before the two of them vanished. The first few jobs that they got when they arrived in Gielnor included delivery services. Eventually they met the leader of a small criminal organization. Kyu pledge her allegiance to the leader. She desires to keep her twin out of harms way.
[b [Username: redeemer Name: Nerre Kiwanuka Age: 29 Weapons: Owns a pistol, but usually doesn’t carry it. Powers: Learned some very basic incantations to help him with his work Alignment(Good/Evil/): Chaotic Good Talents: Genius level intellect, can usually master something in a far shorter time than the average person. Skilled in martial arts. Appearance: About 6’3”, slightly effeminate features, dark skin. naturally grey hair, which is normal for his tribe. Typically disinterested demeanour. Where do you live?(Amarthene,Gielnor,Nernias): Gielnor. . Originally from Nernias. Personal ID number when you became a civilian in Amarthene or Gielnor: TOCT-24942 Any augmentations?: Signal jammer built into left hand. Illegal, home made. Can be used to temporarily shut down or interrupt magical powered devices and implants. Family members: Only child, raised by grandmother who died of natural causes when Nerre was in his mid twenties. Job: Academic, Inventor, Chemist. History: Nerre came from a small, poor agricultural village in distant Nernias, belonging to a reclusive ethnic group with dark skin and silver hair. Gifted with a brilliant mind, Nerre’s village pooled together what little resources they had to send him to Gielnor for his education. He resents the Nernias Euphoria farm, which is slowly destroying his village’s way of life with far more advanced farming techniques. He dedicates many years of his young life to the study of agriculture, hoping to surpass Euphoria Farm and save his village. At one point during his travels, he spent a year under the tutelage of a nameless female martial artist, who was said to have the skills of a hundred men. He fell in love with her, but she had little interest in him. Eventually he returned to Phoenix Town to continue his research. Nerre’s intellect is sought by many organisations, but he has little interest in politics, only personal gain. It is rumoured by those who know him that he’s only interested in taking down Euphoria as a matter of pride, and not to save his people.
Mandatory Questionnaire (Good)
1: If you saw someone in the Magic Tower that looks suspicious, what would you do?
“Follow them at a safe distance. Maybe I can blackmail them.”
2: Someone was being harassed by a bully in public or in a public building, what would you do?
“Mind my own damn business.”
3: A friend of yours told you a secret of how he's going to steal some of the Magic Energy from a Magic Tower. since this is illegal what would you do?
“As you wish.”
4: You saw a group of people in purple cloaks who resemble the Arc. What would you do?
“Mind my own business. The Arc didn’t drive my people to poverty.”
5: You were stuck in a situation where a family member of yours commited a serious crime. What would you do?
“I suppose I’d help them cover it up. Many laws were created to oppress my people anyway. What a pain…”
Mandatory Questionnaire (Evil)
1: You have just been accepted into the Arc! What would you do?
2: You were given magic bombs and instructions on blowing up a Magic Tower. What would you do?
“What I’m asked.”
3: You have just met Irving, your boss and mentor! What would you do?
“Keep it brief and formal. A man like Irving probably doesn’t have time for sycophants.”
4: A high ranking officer in the Arc has given you a task to kill an entire family, including the kids. What would you do?
“I’m not a murderer, but I suppose, hypothetically, I’d make it look like an accident.”
5: Irving has given you a task to kill the Senator of Amarthene, what would you do?
“Probably use poison.”
MORE CHARACTERS TO COME!
[h3 [b [center [i [+purple The Character Sheet]]]]]
[b [i [center [+red Username: Name: Age: Weapons: Powers: Alignment(Good/Evil/): Talents: Appearance: Where do you live?(Amarthene,Gielnor,Nernias): Personal ID number when you became a civilian in Amarthene or Gielnor: Any augmentations?: Family members: Job: History:]]]]
[b [i [center [+blue Welcome to the wonderful world of Gielnor! In order to pass and become a full citizen in Amarthene or Gielnor you must answer 5 questions, there will be seperate questions for good and bad! If you skip the questionnaire, it will result in your application being denied!]]]]
[b [i [center [+red 1: If you saw someone in the Magic Tower that looks suspicious, what would you do? 2: Someone was being harassed by a bully in public or in a public building, what would you do? 3: A friend of yours told you a secret of how he's going to steal some of the Magic Energy from a Magic Tower. since this is illegal what would you do? 4: You saw a group of people in purple cloaks who resemble the Arc. What would you do? 5: You were stuck in a situation where a family member of yours commited a serious crime. What would you do?]]]]
[b [i [center [+purple 1: You have just been accepted into the Arc! What would you do? 2: You were given magic bombs and instructions on blowing up a Magic Tower. What would you do? 3: You have just met Irving, your boss and mentor! What would you do? 4: A high ranking officer in the Arc has given you a task to kill an entire family, including the kids. What would you do? 5: Irving has given you a task to kill the Senator of Amarthene, what would you do?]]]]
[h3 [center [b [i [+purple Rules]]]]]
[b [i [center [+red -No godmoddin! You can be a badass all you want as long as you don't make yourself godly and start killing people without permission and making yourself invincible. You can die.
-No cybering, if it get's to that please take it off site or somewhere else. I don't like seeing my roleplays littered with posts about sex.
-Violence is allowed, there will be alot of violence. Just don't take it too far and coat the entire world with copper flavored kool-aid
-Romance is allowed, just no love at first sight.Romances must be developed and built. Slow and steady wins the race. Fast and hasty wins the race too but ends up running too fast and runs of a clif and dies by accident.
-Please try not to use one-liners, 500 character posts aren't that hard. If you find that hard just try to do 300 characters. I mean, come on.
-Please do not take this idea. If you do steal this idea I will hunt you down up and down this world until I find you. So no stealing my stuff!
-Enjoy the roleplay! Oh and no ditching without telling me so!]]]]
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Ganzu spoke to Atlas for what seemed like a few hours over the phone. He was driving back home after a long day, he was coming back from speaking with Winston about the fluke in the east magic tower which turned out to be just that; a fluke. Ganzu stopped at his house and sighed walking in. He turned on the lights and looked around before going to the kitchen to make something to drink.
"How about two?" a voice asked coming from the living room south of the kitchen.
Ganzu quickly pulled out his gun and aimed it at the voices direction. He calmed down when he saw who the voice belonged to. "Joseph...Why are you in my apartment?"
Joseph sighed and rubbed his old hands on his face as he yawned. "You hear about Nerre? Cops just told me, they also say Nerres companion ran away...The Master is what they call her."
"Yeah I heard about what happened." Ganzu said grabbing out two whiskey glasses from the top cabinet to his left. He set them down on the counter.
"I assume it isn't The Arc we should be concerned about?"
Ganzu shook his head. "I don't think so, we have many enemies, it isn't just The Arc." his fingers ran across the line of whiskey in his liquor cabinet. It landed on an expensive brand called Dragons Breath. He pulled it out and popped the cork and poured it into the two glasses. He brought them over to the living room and gave one to Joseph before sitting down turning on the TV.
Joseph took a sip of the surprisingly sweet whiskey as they watched the news.
[+red [b "In other news, the kings festival went smooth without a hitch! It is sure sad we lost a good king but may he still reign. Long live the king!"]] The news anchor said.
"Long live the king." Ganzu and Joseph said raising their glasses.
[+red [b "Also in other news we had a major accident over at the notorious criminal hangout Red Links as an unknown perpetrator crashed their vehicle through the building and fled through the same vehicle. This unknown perp was finally identified as Dr. Nerre Kiwanuka who died from unknown injuries shortly after. An investigation has been commenced and hopefully we'll find out more this coming week or month!"]]
Ganzu and Joseph passed out on the couch shortly after as it was hitting morning time.
[h3 [b [i [center Gaels Peak]]]]
James awoke on the top of the cold snowy mountain. He saw the Nernian woman from before with two men at her side.
"I see you're awake now. I want to get this over with before morning time so Mr. Gusling isn't kept waiting for too long." she said.
James stood up and cracked his neck and slightly winced as his head hurt. "That's all nice dear. Just give me a moment..." he turned around and held onto the tall wall of the mountain and shivered. "Let's settle this like true fighters." he said turning around balling his frost bitten hands into fists. "No guns."
The Nernian woman laughed. "If you insist, us Nernians are bred fighters so you are making a big mistake."
"Well let's see." James turned to the left henchman. "How about you grunt?"
"What did you call me?" The man asked.
"You know, a grunt. Someone who is expendable, someone who this bitch doesn't care for." James said.
"You take that back." The man insisted.
"Sorry, I take it back...Grunt." He said again.
The man ran at James with his left fist and jabbed at him before he sidestepped to the right and kicked his leg in making the man go to his knees.
James then grabbed the man by the neck and snapped it.
The other man ran towards James but he connected his elbow with the mans right arm stopping the punch before getting hit with the other.
James backed away to avoid getting hit anymore and the man kicked at him before James grabbed the foot and twisted the ankle and kicked the man away making him slip and fall off the mountain.
"Shit." The Nernian woman said. She pulled out her gun but James quickly grabbed the other dead mans gun and shot her in the face before she fell off the mountain as well.
"Now for Eric Gusling." He said starting to walk down the mountain.
[h3 [b [i [center A new day...]]]]
It was now a new day. Ganzu woke up and saw Joseph was still here. "Damn what time is it?" He looked at his phone and saw it was 2PM. "Oh shit!" he said quickly getting up and about to get dressed. He saw a text message from Kalas telling him to take the day off today. "Huh. Well I do deserve it, this way I can do my own work." Ganzu said. He let Joseph sleep and he went in his study before going to a door that required a code. He entered it and walked in the room which held all sorts of evidence and other stuff. Ganzu sat down on the chair in front of the desk and pulled out the files on the suicides from the drug Green Lightning. He grabbed the sample from the dead students and compared it to the real deal. "The modified version looks brighter and more vibrant. Why is it making people kill themselves though?" He asked. "And who is developing such a deadly drug?"
The RPOG officer spun his chair around and placed his arms on the backrest, leaning forward intently towards the peculiar woman sat in front of him.
“Everyone has a name.”
Nerre’s master leant back in her seat, moving away from him.
“Do you have a personal ID Number?”
The policeman glanced at a one-way mirror, expecting his team to do the necessary research.
“Are you a Gielnorian citizen?”
“I don’t know.”
Frustrated, the cop crossed his arms and waited for a response from his earpiece.
“Jane Doe, 35 years old, student visa at the University of Phoenix Town... [i Expired.] I guess the late Nerre Kiwanuka put these together for you, Jane?”
“Don’t call me Jane,” she sighed. “He only told me that he’d sort it out. And [i thirty-five?] That assho- wait, did you say [i late]?”
“Dr. Kiwanuka died at an RPOG hospital earlier tonight. We’ll ask you to identify the body later.”
“Well, shit.” She said, seemingly nonplussed by the revelation. She looked at her captor with a blank expression, gently adjusting the hem of her skirt under the table.
“Can I go now?” She asked flatly.
The cop frowned. “You were friends, right?”
“It was more of a teacher-student thing.”
“You were his student?”
“No, he was mine.”
Curious, the RPOG officer rested his chin on his hand. “What do you teach?”
“You a fan of Daojun Zhang?”
Daojun Zhang was a film star from Amarthene, renowned for his martial arts skills.
“Yeah, actually. My son has a [i Violence of the Dragon] poster in his bedroom.”
“I taught him too. Thus [i Master].”
“You don’t look like a fighter.” He replied, inquisitively.
She raised an eyebrow and slid the jacket from her shoulders, before slowly rolling up the left sleeve of her dress. She raised her arm and tensed, revealing the powerful muscles underneath. Turning her arm around, she fanned her fingers to show the sinewy matrix of scars that ran from her knuckles to her forearms.
The officer let out a quiet whistle.
“You fight competitively?” he asked, with genuine interest.
“No, but a few of my students do.”
“Really? What league?”
“Mostly the Amarthene Fighting League, but I’d really like to get on with this interrogation, if it makes any difference to you.”
He shrugged, returning to a more serious demeanour.
“Name, age, nationality.”
“No name. Thirty. Stateless.”
“Purpose of stay?”
“I received a letter from Joseph Glister expressing concern for Nerre. I came to check on him. Too late, apparently.”
“Tarago. Ask Ganzu.”
“And you entered the country on an expired student visa.”
The cop looked exhaustedly at the one-way mirror as the dour young woman casually confessed to a crime.
“And what were you doing at the Red Links Diner?”
“Following Nerre. I hitched a ride in his self-driving car. Didn’t know he was gonna crash it into the diner but I bailed out ahead of time.”
“And then what?”
“I was attacked by some guy, I took him out.”
“And what did you see at the Red Links Diner?”
“Absolutely nothing. I noticed the puncture wound on the back of Nerre’s hand when he escaped. He passed out, I drove him to the hospital, and you guys arrested me upon arrival.”
The RPOG officer nodded, then stood.
“Alright, I’m gonna need you to come identify the body.”
They drove in silence. The officers up front had made an effort to talk to her, but she had lost interest in dumb RPOG muscle. Instead she stared out of the squad car window to the less-than-interesting sights of southern Phoenix Town. An old factory hummed away in the faint morning light, the steam of depleted magic reserves disappearing into the sky. A homeless man, king of his block, watched intently as a flock of seagulls passed overhead. It was a dreary morning like any other.
In spite of everything, the morgue remained exactly as it was, dead as its occupants. The pugilist wondered quietly to herself if one day she’d find herself lying atop one of its many metal beds, doomed to be unidentifiable before her ashes are scattered to the wind. The car stopped.
The police were surprisingly rough, ushering her in. She offered little resistance as they cuffed her and shoved her through the door. The air was thick with the smell of embalming fluid, tempting her volatile gag reflex, but she held tight, preferring to avoid embarrassing herself. The sole staff member, a young woman wearing a medical mask and thick framed glasses, timidly approached.
“RPOG,” the interrogator grumbled, flashing his badge. “We’re here to see Dr. Kiwanuka.”
“Ahh, Nerre Kiwanuka from Nernias, agriculture professor, age 29. Poisoning.” The mortician muttered with surprising accuracy.
“You research all your corpses?” he asked.
“I spend more time with corpses than the living,” she replied, morbidly. “It’s always fun to meet new people.”
The master and her two captors shared a puzzled look.
“Yeah.” The cop replied, blankly.
“This way, Number 203.”
She led them down a corridor until she reached a room of small doors, each just large enough to fit a human inside. She ran her hand along the numbers, whispering to herself - 201, 202, [i aaaand].”
She pulled the door open, sliding out a metal table. On top of it, a corpse, draped in a pale blue sheet. With a peculiar flourish of her fingers, like a master pianist, the mortician took a hold of it and yanked it downwards, revealing a long mess of white hair over a dark body.
“That’s him.” she muttered darkly.
“Yes.” she said, turning to leave. “Can I go now?”
The master’s interrogator stopped her with his arm.
“Ma’am, you’re a suspect in multiple criminal offences, not least that you’re illegally in this country.”
“Oh.” She replied, turning to the woman in the medical mask. “Do you keep hacksaws here?”
“Uhh, yeah.” She replied, sheepishly.
“Cool.” She replied, whirling around and delivering a lightning fast kick to the officer’s stomach. He doubled over, winded, as his partner reached for his gun. She was quicker, a razorlike elbow sending him careening to the ground. Wasting no time, she turned her attention to the winded man, dropping him effortlessly with a powerful knee.
“Hacksaw.” She hissed threateningly at the mortician.
With Nerre gone, she had little reason to remain in Phoenix Town. She disappeared, as she always did.
Corpusraptor had returned back to her penthouse suite. It has been several hours since the incident at Red Links. She stretched and yawned; the day had been quite long and eventful. She bit into a cigar with her metal teeth, drawing the smoke into her mouth, before exhaling. Her phones had been receiving various messages all day, regarding Phoenix Laboratories, news reports, and a death in a hospital. She was tired and weary, and just needed a moment. The little mob boss closed her eyes, drawing in more smoke, and exhaling again. In and out, in and out.
[i The child lay in bed, alone in a small, cement room. She stared up at a buzzing, electric light. The light occasionally pulsed, sometimes brighter, sometimes dimmer, but never really going out. The bed was small and uncomfortable, and the child always felt sore from it.]
Corpusraptor shot up awake, beads of sweat rolling down her face as she trembled. Her eyes opened wide in fear. The mob boss took her cigar, and quickly put it out in an ash tray, with the intention of possibly coming back to it later, but not now, not like this.
She picked up and looked at the messages on her various phones, before picking up one in particular, with a white, plastic cover, and made a call.
[b [#939393 "This is Dr. Corelionne, assistant to Dr. White. Yes, I've heard the news. It's just so tragic."]] she said. [b [#939393 "Yes, I can handle the PR for this."]]
Richard nodded and hung up. He called the Anonymous Tipline RPOG number and left the gave them everything that happened at the diner, minus Corpus' involvement. He hung up and left towards civilisation back into Phoenix Town.
[h3 [b [i [center Phoenix Town Hospital]]]]
Atlas recieved the news and sighed. "Shit!" He said. "He saw something he shouldn't have...He was a key witness to something big apparently." Atlas said. His phone buzzed and he answered it. "Hello?"
"Atlas, it's Kalas. I'm over here at Red Links and it looks bad. Apparently we also recieved a tip from an anonymous caller that Nerre was the culprit. He had an accomplice who we have in custody...Some transient, they drove through the diner with a white sport 1976 model Magus Sedan. Nerre left in the vehicle and wasn't seen since."
"Well, there's sort of a problem with your case...Nerre is dead. He called me ahead of time before arriving and he sounded bad. Also, he said something about Sarah White being dead?" Atlas asked.
"What? Surely that's not true. She had a speech earlier tod-"
A few screams could be heard from outside the hospital as Atlas ran outside to see what it was. A group of doctors discovered the body behind the hospital. Sarah Whites body. Atlas put his phone back up to his ear. "Yeah...I'm looking at her corpse right now."
"What the fuck is going on today?! This is too much weird shit to handle." Kalas said
"And heres something even weirder...Before Nerre died he said that Sarah Whites company was ran by some unknown...Their name starts with a C, it could be an alias but they might be the culprit. He claims they aren't human." Atlas said.
"Get Ganzu on the phone. It's gonna be a long night." Kalas replied.
“Ben, demande á Nadja. Laisse-moi dormir encore une heure, deux heures...”
Nerre, for all his intelligence, was never a good farmhand. Lazy, prone to waking up late, careless and imprecise with a scythe, it was common for his stronger and harder-working kin to pick up his slack. Even Nadja, Nerre’s petite younger sister, had the enthusiasm and work ethic to wake up early and grab a pitchfork. Nerre would rather sleep.
“je préfère a travail, m'endormir pour toujours...”
The poison was ravaging his body - no longer conscious of the real world, nor dreams of the past, he twitched and rolled, writhing in an agony his mind couldn’t feel. Nerre was dying.
“Non, laisse-moi tranquille.”
“Dr. Kiwanuka, this is...”
Nerre’s mind baulked
“... from the RPOG. Can you hear me?”
Nerre could vaguely make out the blurry shape of a man standing over him. Was this God? Nerre suddenly found himself filled with a cold dread as the possibility of eternal punishment dawned on him. No. Not God. RPOG. Someone from the RPOG.
“I... Yeah. What is it?”
“I just wanted to ask you about the incident at the Red Links Diner. Seems as if you’ve been...”
Nerre’s consciousness faded, and then briefly snapped back into focus.
“... Dr. Kiwanuka, can you tell me anything about that?”
“Yeah, uhh. I was investigating.”
“Investigating what, Doctor?”
“Phoenix Labs. That abandoned Gielnor Advanced Systems warehouse selling green lightning - uhh limelight. Responsible for the golem attacks last week.”
“Is that so? Tell me more.”
“Dr. Sarah White is dead. The company is run by someone who goes by, uhh. Corpses? Corporeal? Cornbread? I don’t remember. Not human.”
“You have a domestic terrorist organisation running around under your nose, and the Arc, and you’re running around looking for assholes who crashed a car into a diner. Fuck you, haha.” He said with a giggle, before slipping out of consciousness.
A concerned nurse stomped back into the room and quickly ushered the policeman out, and gave a worried look at Nerre’s vitals.
A few minutes later, she would emerge solemnly from the operating room.
Corpusraptor frowned as one of her many phones rang. She answered it. [#131313 [b "Hello?"]] she said, before confirming it was Richard.
[#131313 [b "Are you with them? How much else does he know? I can't have anyone interfering with my plans right now."]] Anger flared through Corpusraptor for a moment, before she took a deep breath and regained her focus and composure.
[#131313 [b "Listen to me, this should be able to solve itself as long as he doesn't get any closer to any of my plans. Simply call the police, inform them that he suddenly trashed my diner and his accomplice drove a car through it. Give a highly detailed description of them, their vehicle, everything. And, for obvious reasons, don't mention me."]] Corpusraptor explained, a smirk across her face. For once, things were looking up for her. [#131313 [b "Two birds, one stone... sit back and watch the tigers fight. Once you have dealt with that issue, I may find myself in need of your services again."]]
Richard hit the street pretty hard and stood up. He dusted himself off and checked his jacket for his phone. No luck. "Dammit!" He said. He walked off the interstate and found himself in the west district. He spotted someone using a payphone nearby. "I need to use this real quick."
"Fuck off, I got here first." The person said turning back to his call.
Richard sighed and looked around before grabbing the man and breaking his neck. He hung up the phone and picked it up again before dialing a special number Corpus gave him. "It's Richard. Nerre and some crazy bitch called The Master nabbed me. The're heading to a hospital I think, Nerre found out he was poisoned. What do you want me to do?" He asked her.
Nerre glanced over his shoulder, speeding down a dark interstate in the badly dented car. “Did you say Corpus? Was that the person I was talking to?”
Richard leant back in his seat. “Master, you wanna wring it out of him?”
“Honestly, I’d rather you stopped pursuing this person who is trying to kill you. I’ve bailed you out twice but I’m leaving the country soon, and they’re probably not gonna fuck up a third time.”
“Okay but this guy definitely just said Corpus.”
“Just drive the car, Nerre.”
“So why do I have to go to the hospital?”
“Look at your hand.”
Nerre sat back, engaging the car’s autopilot, and did as he was told. Sure enough, a tiny, precise hole had bored itself into the back of his right hand, just above his wristbone.
“Oh - this doesn’t look like a scratch from the glass and debris.”
“Nope. You got shot.”
“You think I’ve been poisoned?”
“How do you feel?”
“Well, now that you mention it…” Nerre thought the dizziness had come from the chaos that preceded his escape, but something definitely wasn’t right. He turned around and looked at the two occupants of the back seats.
“I don’t feel so good.” he murmured, slumping forwards onto the dashboard.
“Damnit.” She took a look at Richard, who had been pretty quiet since his earlier slip of the tongue. “Any idea what he’s been poisoned with?”
“I wouldn’t tell you even if I knew,” he replied, blankly.
“That’s fair.” she replied, and with a mighty kick, she ejected him from the moving vehicle and into the dark interstate outside.
Corpusraptor hurried to the back as Nerre escaped from the diner. One of her henchmen, who had noticed the commotion was readying an old machine gun, of a model from a long ago war. Because they were in the back room, nobody outside could yet see this. Corpusraptor frowned and placed her hand on it, pushing it back down.
[#262626 [b "No."]] she said. [#262626 [b "As of right now, nobody knows. The police will be hunting for Nerre. We can maintain our cover for now. In any case, we will have to deal with him. This is my city, and that little Nernian thorn is bringing to light some things I would rather keep under wraps.]]
[#262626 [b "In the meantime, we have some other businesses to discuss. A little birdie told me that High Rise is playing color games with us. Chances are good that a whole slaughterhouse of pigs will be present to have a looksie, and they will be needing dinner reservations. Vadim, I want you to assemble a team of your best chefs to go take care of the squealing hogs, and keep high rise safe for the time being. High Rise might have some good flash and pomp, but I doubt it can keep that many pigs entertained for that long. Speaking of which... don't get too close to High Rise, or High Rise will do the magic trick that makes the audience disappear. In the meantime, some pigs will be here shortly. Get everything out of here and into the truck with the other food shipments, then shoo the little squealers away. As long as this face is still viable, keep it working. Business is a... delicate matter."]]
Corpusraptor slipped out the back. She didn't want to draw anymore attention to herself than she already had. She didn't want anyone to know she was there, and certainly didn't want police attention. This is why she hated when people started getting close to her business, and why she insisted on making those people... disappear.
Richard awoke in the car. He realized he was restrained and tried to move. "What the hell?!" He asked. He noticed Nerre and someone he never saw before; The Master. "Where am I?! What happened?!" He asked. He tried moving his arms but to no avail he couldn't break free. He noticed they were on enroute to the universities hospital. "I assume Corpus' plan didn't work then huh?" He asked Nerre.
[h3 [b [i [center RPOG HQ - After the festival]]]]
"Alright. Understood." Ganzu hung up and looked at Kalas, "Winston Eldersoul said we need to meet him at the Wizards Council as soon as we can. Says it's about the East Tower. Lets g-"
The main dispatch radio in the HQ buzzed and a voice crackled through.
"This is RPOG Radio Station 2, outside of Phoenix Town. If any available RPOG officers at the main HQ are free, the Red Links Diner was attacked by an unknown assailant and what seems to be Nerre Kiwanuka. Witnessess claimed he sped off in the vehicle and wasn't seen since."
Ganzu rolled his eyes and sighed. "Kalas, I have to go meet Winston, can you take care of this please?"
Kalas nodded. "Understood Ganzu." They both left towards their destinations.
[h3 [b [i [center Red Links Diner]]]]
Kalad arrived on the scene as other officers did as well. He stepped out of the car and saw the damage to the side of the diner. "What the hell?" He asked himself.
“I guess we’re about done here, then,” Nerre said, tapping his phone under the table.
“Before I go, however, I figure I might as well have a look at who I’m talking to.”
Slowly, Nerre got to his feet.
“Somehow I’m sure you don’t mind paying for my coffee.”
Casually, he waltzed around the booth, and sat down opposite the diminutive crime lord.
“Huh, you’re a lot smaller than - okay what the fuck.”
A face, smooth as an eggshell, devoid of any features, sat opposite him. In spite of having no eyes, he could feel a cold piercing gaze staring at him.
It was at this moment Nerre’s white sport sedan slammed into the side of the building, showering both of them in glass and knocking Nerre off his feet.
“Ayyyy!” Yelled the homeless man from the library, stumbling out of the damaged car and into the smoke and rubble.
Dazed, Nerre knew he wouldn’t have a second chance. Without making a note of Corpusraptor’s whereabouts, he dived through the shattered window and into the driver’s seat of his damaged vehicle.
“Two wrecked cars in a day, damn it.” He muttered, spinning the car around and leaving his accomplice to his fate.
He floored it, unaware of any potential bullets flying in his direction, and racing down the dark, abandoned road. Suddenly, through his single functioning working headlight, he caught a glimpse of a woman in a long-sleeved black dress casually waving at him. Nerre slammed the brakes.
Calmly, she opened the rear passenger door and tossed a slumped over man into the back seat. She plopped herself down next to him and leant back.
“He’s coming with us. Drive.”
Nerre didn’t need telling twice.
“Well that went well,” Nerre panted, sarcastically.
“Drive to Phoenix Town University Hospital.” she said, flatly.
“For him?” Nerre asked, inquiring about the unconscious man in the back seat.
Several of the employees of the diner watched the outside, but attempted to do so as innocuously as possible. One of them in particular was an employee who appeared to have a lazy eye, and made frequent trips to the kitchen. When in the back, where nobody from the outside could see, the employee carefully plucked their "lazy eye" from out of its socket. It was not a real eye, but a camera designed to look identical to one. The employee with the fake eye removed a tiny data chip from inside the fake eye, and inserted it into a small, portable computer. From there, the employee brought up a database scanner program, matching the people from the photos taken by the eye against people in an online police database. This one had been modified however; instead of looking for criminals, it looked for people on the police force, as well as notable criminals unaffiliated with Corpusraptor's operation.
[b [#262626 "What that means... is that I am not a blue shirt."]] Corpusraptor said abruptly, breaking the silence.
[b [#262626 "It is obvious to me that you've been using."]] Corpusraptor said, after watching Nerre's behavior for the last minute or two. [b [#262626 "I don't work with users. They are more likely to cut into profit margins by using the substance we are selling. They are more likely to make idiotic mistakes. You obviously have a problem with the current business model; why should I believe that you won't attempt to sabotage the operation from within? I'm not an idiot, Nerre. You insult my intelligence. You think I didn't notice that you tried to fry any electronics on my person? You been too close to our operations, Nerre. Do you know why this place was chosen for our meeting? Because it is a public venue. By meeting in a public venue, I could know you would not do something as foolish as make an attempt on my life- there would be too many witnesses. Likewise, you would know that I couldn't kill you here for the same reason."]]
Around that moment, a smallish waitress came over and asked Corpusraptor and Nerre if they needed anything. Corpusraptor smiled pleasantly to the waitress, and pulled out a small matchbook, then wrote a four digit number on the inside of it, and handed it to the waitress. The waitress smiled, and went to the back of the kitchen, handing the matchbook to the employee with the fake eye. The employee read the coded message in the matchbook, then peeled the fingernail of their right middle finger open, revealing a hidden compartment inside, which would barely be visible even up close. The compartment contained a small firearm that fired tiny, specialized pellet rounds. Each pellet fired with only enough velocity to puncture skin, they were lethal not because of sheer killing force, but because the pellets were hollowed out; the hollow cavity containing a deadly toxin, and sealed with a waxy substance that would slowly melt when exposed to enough heat, like that of the human body, though it would take a few hours. A person shot might feel a sting, but end up dead in a few hours.
The employee with the fake eye knew full well the meaning of the coded message: "Kill Nerre."
Nerre could not help himself. Even in a situation like this, sometimes he’d just have to let his tongue do it’s work.
“I’m here to see Phoenix Labs. National Academy of nondescript voice actors is over there. Actresses?”
Nerre, who had travelled a lot, was generally very good at placing accents, but this person spoke with the blank cadence of a bored TV anchor. Implacable accent, implacable race, and implacable gender. Somewhat nervously, he reached for the cuff of his shirt and adjusted it, pressing down hard on the underside of his wrist. With a near-silent click, the magic destabiliser he’d implanted into his left hand. The device was weak, due to his own lack of magic reserves, and he’d put in very little maintenance to keep it running, but if his new acquaintance was disguising themselves with some obscure magic, he’d be able to listen for any tiny fluctuations in their voice. At the very least, it’d cause some mild discomfort to the powerful magical presence he could feel in the booth behind him.
“Look. You know who I am. I don’t have the faintest idea who you or the people you work for are. It’s readily apparent that Sarah White is a patsy, or an actress, or... Whatever. Either way.” Nerre said, trying to play it cool, but with a noticeable nervousness in his voice.
“Either way,” he said, composing himself, “you’re killing kids, and that’s bad for my business, and yours.”
Nerre was babbling. He hadn’t thought this meeting through at all, and between the drug withdrawals and lack of sleep he wasn’t as sharp as usual.
“You’re not wearing an earpiece,” Nerre had deduced this when he wasn’t immediately gunned down upon activating his destabiliser, “... and you came alone. So, unless the plan was to kill me, that suggests you’re not taking orders.”
“With that in mind, you must be pretty high up, right? So, I was thinking that maybe we could come to some kind of agreement.”
A quiet voice came from the other side, but Nerre missed the specifics - perhaps “get on with it” or similar.
“As it is, your current drug running operation isn’t safe, and that’s at least in part due to the processing methods employed by your friends at Nernias Euphoria Labs. I came here to ask for a job. I’m sure you’ve already seen my work, you were able to find my apartment pretty easily. In exchange, I’d like the safety of Phoenix Town University’s students guaranteed. Don’t care what happens to me.”
Nerre exhaled slowly, wondering what he was getting himself into.
As the festival went on during the night Ganzu made his rounds all around the entire festival. He looked around and made sure his snipers were in place just in case of another Arc attack.
[h3 [b [i [center Outside Red Links Diner]]]]
Richard was outside of the diner, he blended in with the crowd and made sure Nerre didn't try anything stupid and piss off Corpus. He sipped on some scotch and coughed a bit. "Fucking weather today."
The news came on the public screens outside of the diner. "Are our parks not safe anymore? Just earlier a cloaked figure approached a visiting king from Nernias and killed him and a civilian in cold blood before fleeing the scene. If you have any information on who this cloaked figure is please report back to us." The news anchor said.
"Fucking Arc bastards." A customer at the diner said.
"I don't think that was the Arc." Richard said. "They wear purple cloaks, not black."
"Well whoever it is needs to be stopped. I wonder if the same person was connected to the Gusling murder?" Another customer asked.
Richard thought about it for a bit and wondered. He sipped some more on his drink and waited for Corpusraptor.
[h3 [b [i [center James' Apartment - North Phoenix Town Apartments]]]]
James watched the news and sighed. His phone rang and he answered it.
[b [+red "It'd be best to lie low for a bit James, you just murdered a foreign king and a civilian...Even though they were both evil the public won't eat it up that way. Good job by the way, your payment will be wired to you tomorrow morning."]] the voice clicked off.
James chuckled. He sat his phone down and noticed the kitchen light was off. He stood up to check it out and turned the light back on only to be met with three people with guns pointed at him. "You fellas could'a just knocked you know?"
The middle person, a slim dark skinned female with short black hair stepped forward. "You should have left Alan Gusling alone. He has friends in very high places, so how about you come with us and you be quiet about it?"
James shook his head. "I'm sorry but I don't take orders from lapdogs."
A long haired Nernian man scoffed. "You are the definition of the lapdog you fuck!"
James quickly removed his pistol and shot the Nernian man in the head and aimed it at the middle girl.
James felt the cold barrel press against the back of his head. "Wrong move friend."
James turned around to face the new addition to the intruders. "And who are you?"
"Eric Gusling. Alans little brother. You fucked up big time bitch." He said slamming the pistol down on James' head knocking him out. "Take him to Gaels Peak outside of Phoenix Town. Do what you want with him but make sure to bring back his head as a trophy." He ordered his crew and they nodded.
They dragged James to their vehicle after Eric took his phone and drove off.
Eric Gusling looked at James' phone and looked puzzled. "This is some weird phone, never seen it before in my life." He turned it on and noticed it was password protected. "I know someone who can crack the code." he said to himself and cleaned the crime scene and left the area.
The mob boss waited in Red Links Diner long before her target was expected to arrive. She sat in a booth that was as far from where her target would be seated as possible, but which would have direct line of sight with the target. She chose a form which was as unmemorable and nondescript as possible; the form of someone who would be forgotten within seconds of being seen. Not to short but not too tall. Neither wide nor thin. Someone who could be mistaken for any other person from Phoenix Town.
She watched as Nerre arrived, taking a few subtle glances his way when he wasn't looking, making note of all his physical features without looking suspicious. After several minutes of making him wait, she got up and walked over to him slowly, before sitting down in the booth behind him.
[#262626 [b "Don't get up. You came alone?"]] she said softly, her voice a bored monotone with no notable features or inflections. It was carefully chosen to be just as forgettable as her appearance. She spoke, staring straight ahead, away from him. Nobody else would know she was talking to him. [#262626 [b "Do you know who I represent?"]]