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Dark Streets - Urban Fantasy Noir

I'm a big fan of the short anthology style GM posts to move things forward. :D

Will add a reference and a post soonish (1-2 days).

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 (Cyberpunk, Lore-Rich, Political Intrigue and Action)

This looks amazing, so I'm down.

Dark Streets - Urban Fantasy Noir

"Nice shades," John said with a nod, and a voice heavy with sarcasm.

"Thanks Detective," Vera returned loudly enough to be ensure that the bodies around them suddenly found new places to rest. Behind her newly acquired mirrored sunglasses the young vampire rolled her eyes, purely for her own sake.

"They got Mauser," John continued, waving down the skeletal bartender.

Drunk, irritated, and not just a little bit lonely Vera snapped back at the detective, "What Mauser?"

"The Mauser. Hieronymus Mauser, Head Wizard of Detroit, himself."

"Well, shit."

"It gets better."

"Does it?" Vera replied halfheartedly staring into alarming empty glass of blood slurry that she had forced herself to drink. It remained the closet thing to beer that she could drink. She ran a hand through her freshly cut hair, it would buy her a few seconds, enough hesitation to bring her gun to bear on any old friends. She hated it already. She'd never liked her hair short. She never wanted a pixie cut. She never wanted to be every drunken hipster's manic pixie dream girl, but here she was, looking the part with freshly dyed hair. Wearing a leather jacket she'd stolen from some biker, and fish-net stockings dressed with holes. Slumming it with the dregs of supernatural Detroit and the mortals that had enough wealth or favors to their name to avoid being turned into the latest midnight snack. She'd hated the Necronomicon since her turning. It was a garbage bar, full of garbage people, and worse undead.

"He had opened up an investigation."

"So, all the Robes do is investigate."

"Sure," John smirked "But how often do they risk investigating the dealings of kindred?"

"Almost never," Vera said with growing interest.

"Exactly."

"Why are you telling me this? You know I'm out, I'm an exile. None of this concerns me. Not anymore."

"You might think that. If you were the impulsive sort," John said with a grin. "But you don't get out that easily. Not unless they want you to."

"I have no idea what you are talking about John," Vera hissed. "You're drunk, go home. Go home before someone here finally shuts that big mouth of yours by tearing out your throat."

"Whatever you say, sweetheart," John laughed.

"Fuck off, John," Vera sighed, rising to her feet. She could feel a pleasant buzz course through her as she drained the last of the blood from the glass. It did little to mask the panic, and sudden nausea that bit at her stomach. She felt a wave of disgust. At herself. At the bar. At everyone in the bar, especially the weathered the detective that sat across from her. She stumbled into the cold embrace of the dark night with an audible gasp of relief. A cigarette finding its way to her lips, before butane fueled fire found it.

"Fuck," Vera muttered, as she began to walk down the empty street. She sensed her sire's hand in the detective's words. She could feel the soft hand tightening around her neck. She had to talk to Strauss. He'd want to know, he'd know what to do. The goblin had his uses. Hideous and terrible as he was.

Dark Streets - Urban Fantasy Noir

Woo posts, will try to post tonight or tomorrow.

Sorry for the slowness, but this time of year is a bit busy.

Dark Streets - Urban Fantasy Noir

Still sobering up. :'(

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

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Sir Skeleton and Laser Girl
Pearl's Girl, Track 3

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_{Play While Reading!}

Laser Girl awoke to rays of sunlight painfully stabbing her closed eyelids. The bed felt suspiciously empty. She was disappointingly alone. The young woman grumbled, and rolled across the bed to retrieve the pair of mirrored sunglasses she had left on the nightstand. She hated mornings. She hated the mornings when the ecstasy had faded even more. Dramatically throwing the heavy blanket she'd been wrapped in aside, she strode into the kitchen of the hotel suit she occupied with Sir Skeleton. She didn't bother with clothes. She couldn't get a rise out of Sir Skeleton. No matter what she tried. Matters of the flesh no longer concerned him she'd concluded when biting her lip in a sultry manner failed to rouse him.

Grabbing a box of Fruit Loops from the counter, Laser Girl emptied half of the box into one of the plain white ceramic bowls she'd liberated from room service. She didn't question why a carton of milk appeared next to her, floating peacefully in the air. Nodding a silent thanks to Sir Skeleton, she poured the perfectly chilled substance over her cereal, and sat down, sans pants, on the edge of the kitchen table.

She wasn't sure where Sir Skeleton had wandered off to, but he'd left a note in his own peculiar way. The black, inhumanely perfect, and beautiful runes that covered the fridge meant something, she just wasn't sure what. Not yet. With a satisfied crunch, Laser Girl munched on a spoonful of colorful cereal as she danced across the large kitchen.

Setting her bowl of garishly bright chromatic goodness aside for the moment, she ran a hand gently over the runes. She felt a shiver run down her spine as a voice seemed to whisper in her ear.

No rest for the wicked. You have a new target, Corinne Tritten. Our employer wants to send a message. Make it bright, and make it loud, please.

Humming loudly to herself, Laser Girl smiled as she rhythmically bobbed her head and shoulders. She could hear the music. She could feel the sweet, sweet one hundred forty beats per minute shuddering through her. Closing her eyes she studied that young woman that appeared in her mind courtesy of Sir Skeleton. Curls of script followed, information, so much information. Eye color, hair color, height, weight, personality assessment, history, CV, and most importantly an address.

Laser Girl felt at peace, she felt full of love. She loved loud jobs. A little bit too much, Sir Skeleton always said.

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Aquila
Interlude 1

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"Got anything good for me, Kerensky?"

The barrel chested cop shrugged, devouring two donuts in a fell swoop, as he stoically eyed the freshly minted reporter. He closed his eyes in great concentration, and Cassy began to worry that the glacial police officer had fallen asleep before he finally replied in his rumbling voice,"Got some beat up drug dealers. One dead, one in critical condition, two severely injured."

"Gang violence?"

"Nah, doesn't look like it."

"What do you mean?" Cassy asked.

"Someone left us a note."

"A note?"

"Yeah."

"Care to elaborate?"

Kerensky shrugged again, "Said it was justice. Something about saving the Hills from criminal scumbags. "

"Perfect! Thanks Kerensky! That's just the sort of story I need!" Cassandra said, slamming a crisp five dollar bill onto the diner table as she jumped to her feet. Herman had told her to do a human interest piece. He'd said that people were tired of her doom and gloom. He said that some of his friends were complaining about the questions she was asking and the insinuationsshe was making about respected members of the community. She wasn't going to listen. Not this time. Not after yet another week of bullshit feel good stories that she'd help feed, spoon by spoon to the apathetic masses. Herman could fire her if he wanted, but she was back on the beat, the real beat. She was going to turn the mirror on Santa Celia, she was going to show everyone the world of darkness that lurked just beneath the surface.

She was going to find the truth. She was going to show them the truth, keystroke by keystroke.

She could see the next headlines in her head already: Vigilante Strikes Again in the Hills! One dead, three injured. Police Remain Clueless.

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

H.A.T. R.A.C.K.

The Robotics, Arms, Cybernetics, and Kinetics division (R.A.C.K) of Hall Applied Technologies is a shadowy R&D division nestled within the deepest, and most heavily guarded quarters of company headquarters. Created in 2010, following HAT's acquisition of the Japanese technology conglomerate, Iwamoto Industries, RACK focuses on the development of machine based rather than biological technology. Known only to the most senior corporate executives and high-level researchers is the fact that the R&D division exists primarily to help develop state-of-the-art artificial intelligence and cybernetic enhancements that can be employed in a decidedly military fashion.

Thanks to @chukklehed for the idea of HAT RACK.

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

Too real.

Dark Streets - Urban Fantasy Noir

Wonderful first post.

I'll start tinkering on my own (will probably have it up between today and Wednesday).