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Post by
Monday
Character
: Andrew
Location
: Stormwind City, EleCo Parking Garage
"Let's," I said with a nod. "You can reach me at the same port. Just mention that we met at EleCo when you send it."
Without waiting for a confirmation, I turned and stepped into the Dream. The wall split itself before me as I walked through it onto a plate, which started to rise into the air, away from the garage.
Once I was safely out of range of the dimly lit room, I let out a shaky breath. Glancing down, I noticed that my left hand was trembling. We had been close to violence right there, I was sure of it. Luckily, the other guy's craziness seemed to have worked out in my favor, for the moment.
Hopefully that luck stays put.
Post by
Atik
Lucien Greyfang
Trade District, Stormwind Bank
Lucien dragged Hannah along, pulling her through the smoke and to freedom.
As the blackness cleared, the two were gone.
***
Lucien ducked through the shadows of the alley, dropping behind a pule of trash cans. Panting heavily, he still held Hannah tight, making sure she was still with him.
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Post by
Persen
Character
: ?
Location
: ?
Access denied.
"
Damn...
"
> connect 46.176.12.212:1166 -s -p
The ghostly green of an antique monitor glowed in the pallid face of the user and made the bags underneath her eyes all the more prominent in the dark.
Username:
> root
A fan whirred in the corner, doing little except distributing the airborne squalor evenly across the room. Indicator lamps littered across the machinery stacked on shelves and drawers shone their limited neon glow, some blinking steadily to tell the state of their host device.
Password:
>
She sighed exhaustedly and stared at the screen. An absent-minded hand stretched for the ancient chalice parked next to the display device and lifted it to her chapped lips. She swallowed slowly, not taking her eyes off the monitor. The cup was put back and ten thin fingers played across the keyboard.
Password:
> *************
"
Comeoncomeon...damn."
Access denied.
Frustrated, she stood up and emptied what little remained in the odd drinking vessel down her throat. A look around did not remind her of anything forgotten before she headed for the door, grabbing a plain jacket that laid over a radio transceiver on the way.
The outside landscape was not much happier than the cramped flat she just left. Eerily lit by barely functioning gaslights and the occasional fluorescent, the abandoned streets had a haunting atmosphere that was rivalled, or perhaps completed, by the burned-out dwellings and derelict office buildings that lined them. Not even the wind blew with any passion but instead drifted lazily over the ghost town, bringing the scent of seared flesh, forgotten corpses, rotting food.
She crossed the street and followed the pavement around a corner. A broken lamp leaked its toxic fuel with a subtle hiss. She hurried past and ducked into one of those alleys where a girl normally wouldn't tread voluntarily, exiting on the other side without looking back. Another corner rounded, an intersection crossed diagonally and finally a long street followed for half its length before her goal presented itself as an inconspicuous street-level door.
The knocker was broken. She kicked it lazily instead, sending the signal echoing inside. Heavy feet were heard approach and then a number of deadbolts retracted. The door swung open.
"Angie..." the substantially larger man greeted indifferently.
"Hello, Rob. Can I come in?"
"Carl's busy," he denied, blocking the entrance with his athletic bulk. "It's important," the woman insisted. "He'll want to talk to me."
With a short sigh the enforcer stepped back, letting her pass. "Upstairs," he nodded in the direction of a carpeted staircase. She apparently knew or had guessed, since she was already halfway up.
"THE HELL, ROB, WHY DO I EVEN KEEP YOU IF YOU CAN'T-- hi, Angie."
"Nice to see you too, Carl." she all but ignored the sallow upstairs dweller's tantrum. "I need your help."
His den was similar to hers, but much less tidy and much more adolescent. Equipment with exposed wires hummed lowly at 50 Hz or whirred an arcane buzz. She ignored the acrid stench that hit her when she entered the room proper. It was nothing special.
"How can I be of service?" the blond hacker said with a tone almost greasier than his hair.
"Can you brute-force a password for me? I don't have the computer power:"
"If it's nothing more than that..."
Angie walked over to a messy desk and grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil. "They have a root user, the idiots. And no limited attempts or anything. This is the address."
She scribbled down the number she had typed in earlier and handed him the note. "I'll be back in a few hours. Won't be in meanwhile, so don't bother trying to get hold of me."
Carl grunted in reply, his attention already returned to the multiple monitors aligned in front of his keyboard.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Hack, Valence
Location:
Dun Morogh, Kharanos District
"No!"
In an instant Valence was at the edge and peering over.
The figure fell like a black comet trailing green light. Shouts from below mingled with a sound like cracking steel. Green energy sparked from Hack's body, his arms warping and extending, thin spikes bursting from the coat along the length of his arms, steel so thin it was nearly membranous spreading between his sides and fingers. Wings like a gargoyle's caught the breeze and lifted Hack mere inches from an unpleasant end on the walk. People screamed, ducked, and ran as he flew low, his shrill laughter reaching Valence on the roof, as did the scream of a dwarf as Hack's feet suddenly drew claws and savaged his face in passing.
Kyeeee ha ha ha ha ha!
And then he was gone, vanishing down a dark street, lost somewhere amongst the swirling lights of Kharanos. Valence slammed a fist on the railing. There were so many places that a man who cared for nothing could hide in a city.
"Damn!"
Swirling about Valence rushed back towards the doors leading to the stairs. Within ten minutes he burst from the ground floor and was crossing the divide. Frightened whispers came from all sides, but there were few gawkers now, the crowd having disintegrated after the display. More cars had arrived, guards taking up position to invade the building. They were grim faced in their grey plate, weapons held close and tight, the looks of men who knew the hell of urban combat, that they would be killing those with the faces of the innocent. And that now, only the faces remained.
Valence turned from them and approached his car. He had seen that look too often in his life. He threw himself inside and started the engine, but did not drive at once. He sat behind the wheel, tense and thoughtful, running the previous events through his mind again and again. The car rumbled like some large animal warning away predators, and Valence suddenly realized he still had his pistol drawn.
Valence stared at the weapon, violet circuits running up and down the wide barrel and thick body. "Damn," he grunted once more and shoved the weapon into its holster.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Greg Mandrake, Kevin Ashwood
Location
: Stormwind City, SWPD Station (Old Town Division)
"Regular roses, huh," Greg muttered under his nose. He probably should have been paying more attention, but the maverick policeman was always better at things such as chasing down and apprehending subjects, picking up rumors in shady bars and driving his superiors and the shmucks from IA absolutely furious rather than investigating from lifeless clues. He zipped up his riding leather jacket reinforced with metal and plastic as he headed after Madison; from time to time, his intuition - somewhat unhinged and capricious after years of dabbling in shadow magic - deigned to kick in when he surveyed the crime scene, and even if it did not, at least he would spend some time on his monstrous bike.
"The place will be crowded enough," Kevin mused. "Might as well check the Dreamsphere instead. The journalists are probably already all over this mess..."
Post by
Atik
Samantha Ahren, William Triberk, C.O.L.A.
Old Town, SWPD Station
As Samantha left the room, a deep, raspy sound caught her attention. She listened a moment, pulling her proper uniform on. Looking around briefly, she spotting a familiar figure eying the crowd stepping out of the morgue. A large blue and gold machine, built like a wild cat, taking inspirations fro the cougars of the Badlands, the lions of Kalimdor, and several others. A golden badge was painted onto the 'Combat Oriented Light Asset''s shoulder, labeling it as a member of the Old Town division.
"Okay Cola, where is he?" The woman asked, stepping up to the robot. C.O.L.A. looked up at her, gesturing to follow before turning and making his way through the desks. As the two approached, the sound betrayed itself as snoring.
The man sat, feet placed up on his desk as he leaned back in his chair. Eyes were closed behind thin glasses, his black hair short and messy, sticking up wildly. Without so much as a pause, Samantha blacked her boot on the back of the chair; bringing it and Triberk to the floor.
He shouted; rolling backwards and picking himself up. "What the fel?" He shouted.
"You missed the Autopsy." Samantha informed him. Triberk was brilliant, but terribly lazy and apathetic. She could only wonder some days why or even how he had joined the police department.
"Oh, did you see that?" William asked; pointing at some invisible figure high in the air. "That was all the ^&*!s I don't give." He nodded.
Lucien Greyfang
Stormwind, Trade District
Lucien nodded. "Right, but first give me some of those." His said, taking the briefcase and the large container from Hannah. Picking her up he wrapped his free arm around her. "You alright?" He asked before moving.
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Atik
Lucien Greyfang
Stormwind City, Trade District
Lucien nodded. "Right, come on." He said, leading them through the darkened streets.
***
Boots banged against the metal of the fire escape, the sound echoing through empty apartments. Eventually, the two came to one window that in fact wasn't there at all. Stepping through into a barren apartment; a ruse to hide the fact the building was actually inhabited by them.
Stepping through the large main room, Lucien approached the door, opening it and letting the light of the hallway beyond flood over him.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Greg Mandrake, Kevin Ashwood
Location
: Stormwind City, SWPD Station (Old Town Division)
"Roger that," Greg said to Madison's rapidly departing posterior, always ready to appreciate the beautiful things in life. When the Chief vanished behind the door, he resumed towards the locker room.
He was on-duty, meaning he had to eschew his favorite jacket of black leather, bearing a snarling visage of a panther in vivid purple on the back, in favor of a more reserved garb. And he couldn't chug around his favorite assault rifle as well. Lobbying for a permission to use his own bike was hard enough as is, the rest would have to wait.
Mandrake opened his locker and immediately popped open a can of energetic drink. Several mighty gulps later the tin can was crushed in his fist and sent into a curve ending in the trash bin. The cop didn't see it land, though, being busy trading his jacket for another - similarly of black leather, but with the badge against the heart and "SWPD" across the back. He slipped his handgun and his 'baton' into their respective holsters, grabbed the helmet - as per regulations, it had no visor, which irked him to no end - under his arm and headed outside.
'
Wonder if I can convince the honchos to introduce mandatory steel-capped boots,
' he thought idly.
Post by
morginar
Character
: Orothis Murkdweller
Location
: Wailing Caverns, Barrens
Down deep in the caverns old.
Druids of the Fang worked to restore a land so barren.
With technology and the waters deep down in the caverns wailing the barrens would fluris with life once more.
The land once was fertlie. That Orothis could remember from ten thousands years ago. And that memory will be reality once again.
Silvery metal shimmered. Druidic green lights glew as the druids of the fang worked. The night elves at night and taurens at day.
The druids now needed to enter the dream to work further with the plan. And the plan worked. Life flurished once again. But those that had entered the dream did not exit the same...
At the maw of the cave the Druid of the Fang with the name of Orothis Murkdweller. Shirtless and wearing a kilt. Green hair hanging down his spine and lightning shaped earings onto his long purple elven ears.
"What happened in there? Did anyone make it out?" He asked himself. Shaking and sweating in fear.
Character
: Ithalwen Azureweaver
Location
: Stormwind
Ithalwen, the high elven battlemage. Forced to leave her home due to a political dilema. Now she had moved down to the metropolis of Stormwind and rented a apartment in the mages district. With the key in her hand she opened the door to her new home.
The elf then moved in her possesions and decorated the room with it to her liking.
She then leaned back into a couch.
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470415
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Post by
Atik
Lucien Greyfang
Trade District, Safehouse
Lucien sighed, dropping the rest of the loot and sitting down next to Hannah. "You sure you're alright?" He asked, looking at her with a worried expression.
-
Southfury Labs, Orgrimmar
The labs were located deep underground, far to the western edge of the Orc city. Like geysers, vents along the ground spewed out green smoke; automated systems clearing out the spill of dangerous gasses, filtering and dispersing them into the air as small spurts, intended to decrease any chances of contaminating the surface.
Within the laboratory proper, the green liquids still flowed along the floor, the broken dead body of an Orc turned abomination sprawled out. A boot came down; crushing its back in anger. The scientist panted, his coat stained green and his eyes spilling a black blood from their tear ducts.
Coughing, he looked at the black goop in his hand. He could feel his bones cracking, shifting beneath his skin. Stumbling, he nearly fell. Pain filled every inch of his body. "No, I will not die, I will save the Orcs." He roared in defiance; reaching for a syringe.
Carefully, he stuck the needle into one of the vials containing his creation The one that had brought the pathetic subject back as that monster. "If someone so weak can come back like that, than surely I can as well..." He mumbled. Bringing his hand back, he stabbed the needle into his arm; pushing the trigger in with his thumb and filtering the concoction into his own blood.
Coughing, he fell forward again. Skin tearing as bones grew; his entire form shaking.
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470415
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Atik
Lucien Greyfang
Trade District, Safehouse
"Right." Lucien winced, getting up and moving for the bathroom quickly. There was the sound of him rummaging through the sparse supplies therein, before he emerged with some cloth large bandages.
"Let me see." He said, leaning down next to the girl so he could get a look at the wound.
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470415
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Atik
Lucien Greyfang
Trade District, Safehouse
Lucien ran the cloth over the wound, wiping up what blood her could and making sure it was fairly clean. Carefully, he applied the bandage to the cut, making sure it would stick before back off.
"Pffft, I'm a great driver." He scoffed, wadding up the cloth in his hand. "The truck just couldn't handle me."
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470415
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Atik
Lucien Greyfang
Trade District, Safehouse
Lucien grinned. "Thought you'd never ask." He said, moving to drag the containers and cases closer to the cough, like kids opening of their presents during Winter's Veil.
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