Bourgeoisie

The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]

Frederick hobbled down the stairs, wincing at the stabs of pain that seemed to sprout from his entire body. His entire upper body was tightly bound in wraps He had barely escaped his pursuer, the inn somehow repelling the demon. Currently, the half-rlf was shirtless, clad in only his bandages, pants and belt. Fredrick stopped on the threshold of the stairs as he felt a lance of pain sear into his head, and brought his hand up to his head. Shaking his head, the half-elf continued his slow approach to the bar, stumbling slightly as he reached his destination. Leaning on the bar, he gazed listlessly at the wall in front of him, unaware of the world around him.

The Pickers

"Captain, are you sure of this?" Cú asked uncomfortably. Enslaving another sentient didn't sit well with the clone. He himself had spent the first fifteen years of his life as a slave soldier for the Leveler uprising on Lupa-717, fighting and killing on the orders of the Committee. He had seen violence on both the battlefield, and on the streets of Leveler controlled areas, serving as both soldiers and secret police. His actions had sullied the Teufelshunde's sense of loyalty to authority, and driven him to be forever be his own being. Of course, five years later, here he was, a prisoner about to tread upon his own ideals. Growling low in his throat, Cú knelt down so that he was face to face with the Villianian.

Pausing slightly, the Teufelshunde continued "There should be a group of Teufelshunde slavers on Nomad if my memory serves me correctly. Former Levelers, now working for the Hierarchy, providing alternative labor sources as they're culling the Epsilon population. I should be able to contact them if they use the same code that the Levelers developed."

Cú felt something begin forming in his stomach, a cold, hard. knotted sensation that the Teufelhunde felt rarely. It was fear, though not for himself, but for the Captain. Despite their name, the Levelers did not want universal equality, only those for those of the Teufelshunde race. Anywhere the Committee conquered, the set up ghettos and mass executions of aliens and their sympathizers. Their specicism was ultimately there down fall, as they had tortured and executed a Council Ambassador, making the Civil War an inter-galactic conflict. If he remembered correctly, the slaver groups the Committee sent out were the nastiest of the bunch, their belief in the genetic superiority unbreakable. If they got there hands on the the captain...

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So @Rin and @Lost Cause need to make masters and @Hinsek needs to make a servant before we start?

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@VitaVitaAR
Oh, whoops. Well Yeah, I made a Lancer.

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@VitaVitaAR
So did you accept one of mine? And if so which one?

TV Tropes & Idiots

Military Moonshiner
Gonna be the life of the party here.

A.I. Mates

Alistair McCormack

Appearance:

My Hider

He stands at 6'0" and has black hair, tan skin, and dull blue eyes.

Name: Alistair McCormack
Age: 24
Likes: Metal, Tattoos, Musicals, Cooking, Metal-Working
Dislikes: People who insult his creations, people who think they're better than him, small dogs.
AI or human: Human
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Bio: Uhmmm, yeah, where do I begin? I'm eldest of three siblings, and arguably the least successful. We were never rich, working class folk who were feeling the loss of manufacturing jobs to the AIs. I dropped out of high school when I was sixteen when my mom died, to help support my family. I had always been good at art and cooking, so I became a housekeeper and tattoo artist on the side to make ends meet. My two sister graduated four years later, and are now both big-shot doctors in some research firm out east. Me? I packed my bags, said goodbye to Dad, and headed west. I found a place in San Fran, and opened a cafe/tattoo parlor/metal shop/record store with my savings. I've been here for four years, and I've struggled a bit for sure. But, I'm out of the red now, and have a good rainy day fund, so I'm thinking of enjoying myself a little bit you know? So I decide to try dating. Worst. Fucking. Idea. Ever. All the girl's here are as vapid as an E-cig and the men aren't better. I found a few prospects, but none of them have returned my messages. Then I hear about this A.I. dating experiment, and I think "Why the hell not?"

The Pickers

@R31GN
Note to self, make harming Riggs with his clavicle a thing now.

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@Raineh Daze
I know that, just trying to make conversation. Because I'm feeling really lonely

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He eats raw meat, is a mountain of muscle and rips enemies apart with his bare hands.

@Rin

... cool you pass. Can I play 20 questions about your Servant?