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Post by
Monday
Character
: Andrew
Location
: Stormwind
I stepped into the well lit (and populated) dream-cafe in the upper levels of Stormwind. Nodding to the barista, with whom I had a passing relationship, I settled myself in front of an unused terminal. Wasting no time, I connected to the Dreamsphere and uploaded an ad to a popular classifieds site. Because of my implants, I was able to skip straight to placing the ad without having to run through any sort of input device, which gave prying eyes far less of a chance to read it.
FOUND
ONE (1) container of discretionary phrases of an intangible nature. If owner, please place a message at Port:4720 and I will get back to you as soon as possible.
-AJ
Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza
Stormwind City
Fries came first. That way she could drown out the taste of salt before it became overbearing. Nodding, Sasha withdrew one of the sliced potatoes; dipping it into her container of ketchup before cramming it into her mouth. The practice continued, some of them quite soft and others crunching as she bit down onto them.
Eventually, however, the scent of the burgers became to much. Forgoing her plans, she flipped one over, unwrapping the plastic like a flower blooming from a simple bud. Only, instead of thorns, there were calories. Several hundred calories.
And every single one of them was completely worth it as she sunk her teeth into the warm, soft sandwich. Meat and cheese tore smoothly, almost melting in her mouth before she could properly chew and consume it. He next bite came with a bit more of a crunch. The slice of pickle broke in hard under her onslaught, and befell much the same fate as the rest of the burger.
Pickles were truly the best part.
Unfortunately, her enjoyment was cut short. A headache overcame the woman, shooting through her as words blazed by.
Being permanently connected to the Dreamsphere had its ups and downs. Mostly downs, however. Slowly, she regained herself, looking down to notice her partially-eaten burger was now back on her tray, splayed open like the victim in a horror movie. And worst of all, the remaining slice of pickle had fallen free; landing on the table proper.
Sighing, she scanned her mind, going over recent ads and messages. One caught her eye.
A container of what now? She was curious, and she needed something to distract her anyway...
Stopping, she looked down. Delicate fingers grabbed the slice of pickle, and she slowly considered what disgusting dirty people may have rested their hairy arms on the table in the past. Setting the vegetable back down, she reassembled the rest of her sandwich.
She would investigate, after she finished her meal. She had paid of it, after all.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Greg Mandrake, Kevin Ashwood
Location
: Stormwind City, SWPD Station (Old Town Division)
"Seriously?"
The remark was addressed at Samantha, and had the one to speak been an iota less incredulous, he would have been sneering.
"Leaving alone the fact there are flower shops in the actual streets, with a half-decent ride you could get to Lakeshire and back before the day's done. In case you didn't know, there are actually parks there and other green... stuff."
Lieutenant Gregory Mandrake was rightfully proud of his murky green eyes. With them alone he could convey a wide specter of emotions, and now as their gaze bore into Samantha, the said eyes were wide in disbelief. His tanned face, framed by reddish-brown hair, did not remain neutral either.
"And heck, if our guy is a maniac in all things, he could very well set up a greenhouse. Does anyone know how difficult can it possibly be to make a greenhouse in a cellar?" he asked, not really expecting any kind of a coherent answer.
Mandrake was a tall man of lean build, but even he fell short of a veteran officer next to him. Kevin Ashwood was almost seven feet high, and his lanky appearance was just that - his immaculate uniform concealed muscles tough as steel cables. Now lines covered his long face when he frowned, narrowing his bluish-gray eyes.
"The kills are ritualistic," he murmured under his prominent nose, voicing something that his colleagues already knew to try and see what little facts they had from a fresh perspective. "If there is a connection, it might be too illogical to think of. A victim could be, say, the third person the killer saw after waking from sleep, or having inadvertently made four consecutive left turns..."
Post by
Monday
Character
: Andrew
Location
: Stormwind
I exited the cafe rather quickly, steeping down into a side street. Despite the hour, it was still bustling with people, forcing me to descend two levels before finding an unoccupied alleyway. After insuring that nobody would be able to see me (without me seeing them first), I opened the Dream.
It was actually surprisingly simple, which always made me wonder why so few had mastered it. With a simple flick of my right hand, the curtain between the mortal realm and the dream was parted, which allowed me to step through.
I stepped out into an area completely different from the one I had left. The buildings were still there, but instead of concrete, brick or metal, they were carved of black crystal. Glowing green lines flowed up and around them, while still more sectioned off the ground into hexagonal plates.
I stepped onto one of these plates, which began to rise, placing me next to the upper floor of a gargantuan office building. With a modicum of effort, I caused wall of the building to dilate like a pupil, allowing me to step through it and into the building itself. From there, it was child's play to jump to the next building over.
After repeating this process several more times, I stopped at what seemed to be a simple apartment building. However, as I reached to reopen the curtain between realities, something different greeted me: a computerized voice, which emitted from a spirit. This particular spirit seemed to be constantly shifting between different geometric shapes (which hurt my head if I looked at it for too long).
Pass?
openBuilding(Andrew, 2054, argent478104563);
I replied.
The spirit froze in place while it processed. After a moment, it began shifting forms again.
Identity confirmed. Welcome home, Andrew.
"Thanks," I said, and finished parting the veil. My surroundings blurred, then snapped back I to focus. Instead of the surreal black crystal and green light, I was standing in a dim, cozy apartment. After insuring that the door was properly locked (as it always was, considering I hadn't actually used it in about six months), I flopped onto a chair and grabbed a cola.
Post by
Atik
Samantha Ahren
Old Town, SWPD Station
Samantha narrowed her eyes. "Except the roses aren't cybernature. So someone is either shelling out good chuck of credits, or has a really big rosebush in their basement."
Lucien Greyfang
Trade District, Stormwind Bank
Lucien gave Hannah a brief nod; continuing his sprint through the darkness. The echoes of his shoes sounded like the march of a demonic army to his own ears. Thankfully, however, the roaring of the truck engine drowned him out, keeping anyone from noticing him.
And then the truck stopped moving, it's position nearly perpendicular to the wall, ready to back up and meet with the large bay door. Only, instead of moving, the vehicle suddenly fell silent.
Lucien stopped abruptly, still almost ten yards from the loading bay. Holding his breath, he crouched against the building. The guards approached the driver's door, climbing up to speak with the man through his window.
"$%^&." He breathed, mind racing. He had to reconsider his plan, and quickly. Gulping, thoughts crossed his mind.
They were extremely stupid. But those were his favorite kind.
He took off running again, steps smacking off the pavement as he made a wide arc, placing the truck between himself and the guards. Unfortunately, said guards were clearly not deaf; several moving at the sudden noise.
Sashastrasza
Stormwind City
Wiping her mouth, Sasha exited the building. A warm meal was nice, but she needed to keep moving.
For a moment, she shimmered a dark green. Stepping forward, the woman vanished from reality, slipping through the veil between worlds. Despite being permanently plugged into the Dreamsphere, she lacked a way to actually interact with it while in Azeroth.
Stepping along the glowing, intricate streets, she proceeded to physically go to the Port indicated.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Andrew
Location
: Stormwind
I barely had time to sit down and take a sip of my drink before all hell broke loose. A message popped up over my vision, courtesy of my personal HUD, indicating that someone had already responded. Experience told me that a response time like that indicated an AI.
Great.
I went to open the message, but before I could, I was distracted by an urgent beeping from my computer. I slid my chair over to it and immediately noticed the large, flashing notice taking up the greater part of the screen:
Warning! Unauthorized access inbound to <Port:4720>. Specimen of unknown origin.
Activating automated security measures. Recommend immediate response.
As Sasha would see, when she arrived, Port 4720 was heavily encrypted. Firewalls surrounded the access point, while no fewer than four fluctuating fire elementals were bound to the area immediately around it.
I sighed and closed the display, then dashed off a quick reply to the message:
EleCo building, parking garage, two hours from timestamp of message.
-AJ
With that, I downed my drink in one go and slid back into the Dream.
Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza
Dream, Port 4720
Sasha paused at the edge of the massive firewall. Orange glowing lines traced along a red wall; segmented into squares that surrounded the Port. The heat of the area baked her skin, droplets of sweat forming and flowing from her forehead.
She reached behind her neck, grabbing the hood of her tight pink sweatshirt; pulling it up to cover her long purple hair. Baggy black pants fell over her brown, worn shoes; pink laces visible as she stepped..
Her mouth opened, but what passed through her lips were not words, or her own voice. Instead a booming roar echoed out, slowly rising and pitch, until it was a shrill scream of information.
Clearance Level: Technology Warden
Clearance Level: Dream Warden
Clearance Level: Magic Warden
Access Requested
Stopping her roar, the woman stepped back; glancing around and preparing herself for whatever might come next.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Andrew
Location
: Stormwind
...Warden
Screw me.
With a sigh, I closed the Dream portal behind me and hid myself behind a proxy. My form blurred and ky voice deepened to an artificial buzz. With tha completed, I stepped out of the port into the light. I carefully kept the firewall between us as I nodded at her. "Morning, Warden," I said. "What can I do for you?"
Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza
Dream, Port 4720
Sasha eyed the form on the other side of the wall, keeping her hood up over her head.
"I was hoping to respond to your ad." She stated. "I was wondering about that container..."
Post by
Monday
Character
: Andrew
Location
: Stormwind
"Oh, really," I said. Of course she'd show up now, before I had a chance to sell the bloody thing.
Thinking furiously, I asked, "What would you like to know?"
Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza
Dream, Port 4720
Sasha tilted her head to the side. "Maybe a chance to get a look at it?" She asked. "If you have someplace you would like to meet in person?"
She had a hard time gauging the man's tone through his filtered voice. He seemed annoyed, maybe worried.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Andrew
Location
: The Dream
"It's intangible, miss," I replied. "I happened across a what seemed to be an accidental info-dump and picked it up. The owner's brain will be missing this info, so I'm hoping they have enough left over memories to remember what it was and how important it is."
I paused, then added, "If you come across anything like that, I'd love to hear it."
Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza
Dream, Port 4720
Sasha shifted her weight, leaning to the side somewhat. "A chance to look at the data itself would certainly help my search."
Post by
Monday
Character
: Andrew
Location
: The Dream
"It could also compromise some incredibly sensitive data," I replied flatly. "Unless you can prove ownership to me, I'm afraid that I must keep it confidential."
Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza
Dream, Port 4720
"And exactly how would I prove ownership without seeing it?" Sasha questioned, leading now and eying the form past the wall.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Andrew
Location
: The Dream
"A cursory scan of your surface brain functions," I replied. "If your patterns match the patterns of whoever dumped the info, I'll surrender it here and now."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Hack, Valence
Location:
Dun Morogh, Kharanos District
A lonely skyscraper amongst the urban sprawl. Its cold iron face was gridded by a thousand cubes across its surface, some dark as a mine, others alight with a golden glow. An apartment building in fact, staring through the smog, its dull face long as a dwarf's beard. Evening had fallen, easing the whole of the sprawling supercity into the artificial glow of neon and lamp light. It was inauspicious, merely like a thousand others in the metropolis, rising against the sky to house the thousands who lived and laboured beneath the mountain's shadow.
Yet it was this apartment building, so nondescript, which would draw many an eye before that night was through.
Midnight struck, and every light within the building died at once. Then, just long enough to gather notice from its neighbours and onlookers, with disturbing synchronicity, all four faces played host to a pattern, cubes from rooms lit strategically to make a symbol. A crude smiling visage, fitted with a pair of fangs.
Security cars screamed across the city as soon as this was seen. But such things take time, and only a few managed to respond swift enough.
A dark blue car swerved from a corner, narrowly missing a crowd of gawkers, riding on two wheels alone for a breathless moment, falling back to four just in time to grind to a halt before the squad cars already assembled. From this vehicle Valence threw himself. The human's grizzled face looked up, scars tattooing sharp patterns across scowling features, remarkable to many for their lack of cybernetic enhancements. Lonely wind funneled by the close packed buildings tossed the white fur collar of his tan coat. Scars shifted as he took in the symbol and the darkness of the building.
"Damn you Hack..."
"Sir!" A security soldier saluted as Valence flashed a badge, the dwarf’s eyes beneath his plate helm darting across the shield. "Back up should be arriving shortly. Until then we-"
"You will hold this line," Valence ordered, a long barreled pistol already in hand as he marched towards the steps. "Don't let anyone in until Decon teams have arrived with druids, and you had better not let anyone out! Hack's in there, damn his eyes, and by the time they get here he'll be long gone. I know it."
"Sir, surely there are people still inside. Shouldn't we try and get them out?"
"Idiot." Valence paused and looked up at the fanged smile made by the windows, glaring at him like the sign of a casino begging him to try his luck. "They'll be lucky to be dead. Anyone in there’s a Slasher by now."
"Sir!"
"Shut up and do your job!" Valence snapped, throwing open a glass door. "And let me do mine."
With that he vanished inside the gloom.
Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza
Dream, Port 4720
Sasha nodded repeatedly for a moment. "Mmmhmm..." She mumbled. "Okay then."
Post by
Monday
Character
: Andrew
Location
: The Dream
"Will you submit, or shall I contact you at a later date, should the original owner not be found?" I asked.
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