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A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

Hazama, Harumi

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Safe, in her dorm at last.

Though tired, and feeling slightly dirty from the patch on the front of her vest, Harumi did not go for her bed nor her bath, but went first towards her computer. Her camera, safe and sound from those dirty grubby grabby hands back there, can now safely dispatch its load onto her computer's memory, where she would process and select the appropriate picture for tonight's latest and hottest scoop. Fatigue and fear drained from her body, as focus took over. Once more, she was just a journalist, doing her job, and writing about the story she had gained.

There wasn't much she could do, however, save writing about a possible story, and that she had found someone dead in an alley with the promise that she will investigate further. Posting it upon her site, Harumi glanced over several of the social networks she kept tabs on, noting that there was already rumours of what had happened back there.

Despite everything, she could still feel that delicious chill upon her back of the thought of the story she could potentially get from this. After, of course, she took a bath and take a well deserved rest.

***

Taking care to disguise herself as well as she could, Harumi tied up her hair in a short ponytail, putting on the cap and oversized vest on. She was going towards one of the more underdeveloped part of the city, to meet one of the Skillout gangs she was in contact with. It wasn't just for information this time however, for she felt that last night's event would open her up to being next. There were things the Skill Outs could obtain for her that she could not normally get. Things that could help her if anyone did target her.

The Blue Wolves gang, though not really large or that influential, was the ones she was going to meet. Or at least, one of them.

Nodding to herself, Harumi finally went out of her dorm, confident that she was, at least, harder to identify at first glance.

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Thrud

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Blood, and the smell of spent casing filled the air.

Each shot of her rifle blew through solid wall, making taking cover a meaningless gesture. The security detail was the first to go, mistakenly thinking cover that would normally shield them from bullets, would protect them from it. Thrud had not loaded her 20mm rifle with anything special, just normal lead shells in steel cases, but still it tore through most material with the sheer force of it's impact.

There were already a few holes in her jumpsuit, most impacting her on the plates, while the rest hit her more durable limbs. Her shield acted as a mobile cover, angled against gunfire for better effect, but she knew this wouldn't continue long. Heavier response units would soon be underway, and they would usually have heavier gear than she has.

The truck having taken some damage, those still left understandably abandoned it almost immediately, seeking better positions instead of keeping closer to the truck. Almost in sync, all of them received a small blip on their comms, notifying that their work was done.

Without their main getaway plan, the large group of mercs inevitably split off into smaller groups, searching for alternative escape routes. Some tried to find alternate paths, like sewers and the likes, some went out guns blazing towards the streets to jack anything they find there, while Thrud followed a group towards a side alley, where everything was quieter. Perhaps it was by mere chance that this alley was quiet and abandoned, or perhaps it was that group of crazy punks on berzerkides still being in the zone and rampaging, not realizing their work was done. They certainly couldn't still be shooting up the place for the bonus on each named person's head, for they weren't actively pursuing anyone.

Either way, Thrud found the employee parkings, and jacked someone's ride. One that soon would be abandoned as they sped away without looking conspicuous.

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Thrud

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She knew what it means.

All the guns, all these people. There was no real connection or similarities that connects the people riding in the vehicle; there was a borg, several fancy solos, what seemed to be street punks on berserkeroids, and even one battered looking red sam, probably exiled from his order. But one thing they all had was heavy duty gears, and she along with them.

All this people, riding in a speeding panzer of a truck.

It didn't take much for anyone, even Thrud, to figure out what they were.

The Mr. Johnson this time was just a voice on her comms, offering money to assault a certain building where a party was held, with the addendum that she would be paid extra if she corpsed a target, one for every name scratched off. It was quite odd for anyone to hire her like that, especially since she was in the middle of eating while listening to the radio. Usually she'd have to ask around.

But it didn't matter, the money was what matters. The wound still on her stomach was bandaged still, but the offer was too great to even consider refusing. Obviously their targets were some very important people. And it was very obvious that they weren't actually expected to kill them, but to just simply act as a distraction while the real assassins, who most likely had already infiltrated the party, take care of those big names.

Zipping up her clothes up to her neck, she checked the 20mm rifle, and shifted the large ballistic shield. She braced for impact as the truck crashed through the front of the building, and through a few walls before stopping. The doors had been opened, and the hodgepodge of criminals, solos, and mercenaries flooded out guns blazing. Most of them were of the same mind; crash through hard and fast to the target before the pigs or security could react. One of them had already jacked open a door, signalling a some of them towards it while the rest took care of any opposition.

Thrud did not make her way towards the lift however. Whatever sort of shin bean party that's going on here, she would rather stay near their escape plan to make sure no one gets it into their head to fuck it up some how.

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

@CrimmyYes hello am still here.

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Thrud

---

She sighed, sitting upon the folding wall bed.

Gritting her teeth, she depressed a button upon her body, the damaged ballistic panels upon her body falling away to reveal the neat hole on her stomach. Armor piercing bullets, too fast to expand properly in her body to cause major damage, instead piercing through her body entirely. A wound taken from a recently completed run, from one of those crazy sams in red powered armor.

For Thrud, it had seemed like a simple run. Jack a van, run off with the goods, geek anyone that looks at them funny. Their Johnson forgot to mention however, that crazy red samurais in their tincans owned the van. Their designated jacker died almost instantly when she got cleaved from shoulder to groin with a large katana. Their own borg lost his arm just trying to keep them away long enough for Thrud to jack the vehicle herself. She herself did not escape unscathed; a bullet ripped through her, piercing both her usual baggy light armor and the ballistic plate mounted on her body directly.

Hissing as she applied some disinfectant to her wound, Thrud started wrapping it with some bandages. It should heal in due time. She could always find a street doc to patch her up if she needed it later.

The run was a success, though a few who ran it with her did not survive those crazy sams. Not that the deaths bothered her at all; people die all the time. For her, and most who lived like her, death wasn't uncommon. They may have died, but she still lived. If she had to spend her time on other people's death then she wouldn't have time to spend on herself in this world.

Finished patching herself up, she gave a sigh once more, looking around the cramped quarters of the truck's cargo area that she called her home. Tools, metallic odds and ends, and a few spare parts littered the area, with a pile of food on one end near the work table. Careful not to disturb her wounds too much, she put on spare balistic plates to cover herself, and set to putting away her weapons and gears, starting with first sliding the 20mm rifle onto the top shelf where she stored her weapons and ammo.

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

Hazama, Harumi

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She did not stop running until she had reached a good ways into the next district. By now it felt as if every breath drew barbed wires into her lungs, every inch of her muscles burning, every single joint in her body scraping against each other.

Collapsing to her knees, Harumi did not have the strength left to resist what was to come, and upheaved the contents of her stomach upon the ground. Was it her body protesting such a burst of activity from a cold start? Or was it a delayed reaction towards finding a corpse in the city? She did not know. It might very well be a combination of both. She knew only that she was retching for a few minutes after, unable to stop the involuntary reaction.

Finally done, she stood up shakily on her feet, thankful that the park was empty. She would die of embarrassment if anyone she knew saw her right now. Taking in a deep breath, she started the walk back home, towards her dormitory, feeling utterly sore, exhilarated and afraid all at once. Harumi was thrilled to have such a story, but less thrilled at what it was, what it implied, and what that meant for her.

At least she didn't have to try and fight someone with a higher level than her today. But, she might have to treat her colleague to something later on, especially if that explosion was something to go about.

In Defense Against Purity (high casual)

Unfortunately, while i have some ideas as what the clues may infer, my char have zero experience in this.

Neon Lights

Yes hello am goat.

Neon Lights

Eva Fosfograv Vasilev

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The complaints of those thugs simply bounced off uncaring ears. She could perhaps, take down three of them before they could even blink, and the rest during their inevitably panicked scramble for their weapons. They were simply too close to her to leverage their numbers against her. Well, that or they gun her down without bothering to check clear their line of fire from friendlies. High risk, high rewards and all that. Though there would be no rewards if she did fight those thugs.

Once inside the theatre she took note of the tall man, Fake ID, smoking as more of them trickled in. From the looks of it, there were a few more of them having a not so civil conversation before Fake won the argument, as evidenced by the bodies around. It was none of her business what he did however. As long as she gets paid, he can sculpt himself to be a pink fuzzy bear wearing a tutu if he wants and she wouldn't bat an eye. As it was, he looked rather... well, rather fitting for the man who brought her here. Not exactly a man she'd trust fully, but one she's listen to nonetheless.

Seeing as he did say it was a meet and greet, perhaps she should introduce herself to the rest here.

"Eve."

Just one word, a nod and a raised hand. There wasn't anything else that needed to be said. Her hardware was enough to speak for herself. She was proficient at busting heads first, and netrunning second, but she was loathe to speak that out loud. It made it feel fake, untrue. As if she was blowing up herself out of proportions. Thus Eva stilled her mouth and waited for the rest to speak, as she sat down on one of the stairs following Fake ID's lead.

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Thrud

^{[ "Give me the right price, chummer, and I'll do anything." ]}

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Thrud

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

20

𝚂𝚎𝚡:

Female

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Freelance Solo/Mercenary

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

A relatively short girl at about 167cm high, weighting in at a whopping 120kg+ due to all her cybers. Her hair can differ in color from day to day considering how easy it was to mod her hair to be able to change color at will, but usually she will default to white or silver. Due to the ballistic plastic plates she attached to her torso, she gains a smooth curved look like a barbie doll made out of segmented flesh colored fibreglass, and will often opt to wear anything that is convenient or forgo clothing entirely, considering she's covered almost all the time by the ballistic plastic plates.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

Most that knows her would say she has a devil may cry attitude, a 'jump first, shoot everyone, think never' mentality and being one of the greediest sonovubitch they ever knew. And they'd be right. She has no care in the world, living as hard and fast as she could. The world was crap but why bother crying about it? Better to live it up and enjoy what you can rather than live in peace and misery. Not that she'd ruin herself by using those addictive stuff like drugs, or even those Better Than Life chips. She wanted to live to the fullest not ruin herself by becoming addicted to those booster gang type drek. This also meant she has as much respect for the human life as one would a bug. But then again, in this age, most everyone was. They either were, or they got fragged and die. Survival of the fittest, that's what she believed in.

Brave • Reckless • Resourceful • Stubborn

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

She grew up in the dumps, found by an old man who might as well be trash, and raised in the shadows. Seeing as the old man wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, he simply named her Thrud. It was from him that she learned how cruel the world was for people like them, hunger, cold and dirt being the norm. Considering how the insane old man that raised her used her regularly, it wasn't long before she boosted a cheap pistol and murdered him, starting her on a long long line of killing for her own interest.

Thrud started first as a doorstopper, guarding the doors of nondescript places, before she started getting more and more skilled, getting into more and more contracts before she finally had her first taste of being on the receiving end of an autoturret. That was when she got her first 'true' cyberware. She had experience before with implanting simple watches onto her skin, modding her hair to be able to change colors whenever she wants, but this was the first full limb replacement she ever had. It was like her limb, but better, faster, stronger and even more durable. It was no surprise that she fell in love with cyberwares ever since.

Contract after contract, and after every three or so, she would buy another piece of cyberware. Soon, Thrud had a local rep for being a reliable Solo, and had cybered up herself so much, only her head and torso remaining of her original body. Due to her hardware, she had learned enough to be a competent net runner, just for the purpose of being able to improve upon her hardware more. By now she had enough to buy a small vehicle for herself, a hardy box truck that became her home and transportation.

As for the future, that can sort itself out. All Thrud was interested in was having fun and enjoying herself fully in the moment.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

District 15

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

»20mm Semi-Auto Rifle w/ 5+1 bullet capacity

»Ares Aerolight SMG

»Large Balistic Shield, enough to tower over her.

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

» Ballistic plastic plates mounted on her body directly, and standard military surplus light armor, lightweight, and loosely fitting to fit all her cyberware. Made out of woven ballistic synthetics, They look more like jumpsuits than anything else.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

The first one was to replace a missing arm, the rest was simply because she wanted them

» Limb replacements

Rough, simple, and no frills metal frame cyberware with metallic panel coverings. Tough and durable because of its simplicity.

» Muscle and Bone Lacing.

Simple nanomachines lace her bones and muscles with synthethic materials to make them stronger and tougher.

» Metal Frame

Its simply metal frames embedded on her body to strengthen and support her body so it doesn't crumple if she tried to lift more weight than her still flesh and bone body parts can withstand.

» Left Palm intergrated Datajack

A jack in one of her palms to allow her to access the net, link with her vehicle and anything else that accepts a datajack.

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

$500 only

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» Enjoys watching cheesy movies on her truck. The future is now.