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It is done.

And like I said, I think I'm going to introduce a raider character.

I may have his appearance into the story be in the brutally murdering Dusty in the combat place. That is unless @Dragonbud suddenly returns to continue with the RP and prevents such things :p
As they made their way into the Shark club Annelise gazed around at the array of poker, roulette and other various games that were being played in the casino with an interested expression. A guard did approach to take their weapons however a quick word from Dallen was all it took to get him to back off. Obviously working for this ‘Donna’ character had its advantages she mused as she continued to watch the gamblers.

She’d heard occasionally about how big gambling had been before the bombs fell, hell there’d even once been a whole city not so far away that had been practically dedicated to it she’d been told. But she’d never actually understood the pull of it, the drive that made people risk what they had in order to maybe gain something in return. The odds of the whole spectacle didn’t make much sense to her, after all the more times you gambled the more your chances of losing multiplied. That was of course if you did it more than just the one time she thought to herself.

She took a few moments to watch one of the card games that was being played. One man was giving cards to three others who seemed to be indicating if they wanted another card or not. Occasionally one or two of them would get their money back, but usually the card man won and took their little round colourful things. If she was going to play it’d make sense to take his place she thought to herself.

They made their way through towards the elevator at the back, walking through a prong of the establishments patron’s as they did. She could feel many of their eyes on her and she even heard a low wolf-whistle from somewhere, which left her feeling awfully uncomfortable for a few seconds until she remembered that she’d already killed…. six, seven, no…eight? She realised she already didn’t know exactly how many people she’d killed with all the chaos in the Desperado, but either way she was sure that she’d be able to handle herself if it came to it now that she had her rifle back, but still – she was starting to think that the practically skin tight vaultsuit might not be the best thing for her to be wearing.

The guards at the lift grunted a greeting at Dallen and stood aside to let the pair in. As they ascended in the slightly jerky lift Annelise absently said half to herself “I need a jacket or something…”

As well as the physical issue she was already getting tired of people knowing that she was fresh out of a vault, after all it seemed that moreso to her than anything else that it was a sign of her inexperience in the wasteland.

As the lift doors opened before them she was surprised to see that the top floor was like another casino, just much emptier and filled with various armed thugs and a singular woman. She looked powerful, Annelise thought to herself as she watched her. She was broad shouldered and had luscious olive skin and an expression of almost serene dominance. She was wearing the most hideous dress Annelise had ever seen, some kind of tacky looking cheetah patterned dress. She definitely didn't want to wear anything like that anytime soon. When combined with her somewhat oversized rings she looked like quite the character indeed, but not one you’d particularly want to mess with unless you had to.

Annelise tried to make it look like she knew what she was doing as she followed Dallen’s lead, attempting to look more like a useful asset than some kind of lost vault girl. Unfortunately she soon got distracted as she looked over at the multitude of old machines up against one of the walls. Some were obviously broken and some she couldn’t see anything wrong with, but they all looked pretty damn interesting to her. She started to wonder about the different kinds of components they’d have inside them. It was only when Dallen started speaking was it that she suddenly snapped her attention back to the matter at hand.
I'm 90% done with my post. Just need to head home now and then finish it up :)
Yes indeed. Full liberties.

Only important names characters do you really have to worry about.
@Tsar Gatto I am so Sorry I will try and keep it in mind, I'm so used to doing 1 on 1 rps XDXD I will have to get used to this whole not seeing messages instantly group thing XD. I will do better I promise, once again i'm so sorry.


It is no problem :)

I am used to writing longer posts less regularly, but happy to keep any pace of posting.
As Theo rounded the corner he heard the sounds of commotion from ahead, obviously he was right and Moon Industries security was aware that it’d been hacked. Armed security would soon be swarming everywhere. Moments later a door beside him opened and a pair of guards wielding automatic pistols rushed out practically coming face to face with him. Theo had only moments to react before they did.

As soon as Smokey executed the cipher the encrypted file began decrypting, the progress bar moving fairly quickly. As soon as it was done the file opened to reveal a gif of the Dedsec logo before it changed into a time - 18:00. Now she had both a location and a time, with plenty of free time to spare. Moments later she received a PM on the chat client from T0x1c which read

// T0x1c:_ Well done. See you 2nite.

Morgan soon too had decrypted the file and moments later received a PM

// T0x1c:_ Nice infiltration 3ldr1ch. Be there 2nite.

Argon woke up with a pounding headache sprawled out on the floor of Kotori’s front room in her tiny apartment. He was draped in a blanket but little else and did not feel good at all. He groaned and sat upright and looked around as he tried to remember what had happened last night after volleyball, but couldn’t quite remember. He groaned again as he stood up and began to search for his clothes so he could grab some coffee and figure out what the large number of unread messages on his phone were all about.

Almost an hour later he was sat in the back of a taxi with a cup of Starbucks as he typed his first response into the phone

//Argon:_ Pix, Sy, we in this together?

He looked up as the taxi pulled up outside Moon Industries and he quickly threw a few notes towards the driver and jumped out, spilling his coffee as he did so. As the taxi driver started swearing at him he quickly slammed the door and made his way towards the building as he looked for a rear entrance.
Well for either of you. I can cause a distraction while you get what is needed and that would allow you a safe escape while I escape my chasers and we meet up.


We can have Argon turn up and assist PIX3L. Because I'm running this more he is going to end up having a more background role, like perhaps he will start hooking you up with optional jobs or something.

Working on a post now.

Oh, and just for future reference - Smokey was very much in and out in one whole post, and while I don't have a problem with any of the content it didn't give the others much chance to interact or react to what happened as it was happening. Not a big issue, but please keep it in mind :)
Tamiko sat inside her Cadillac Series 62 listening to the radio as she applied the final touches of her makeup in the rear-view mirror. She took little notice as the crackling voice droned on about the state of the war, first condemning a Luftwaffe air raid on the city of Exeter before moving on to talk about how the princess Elizabeth had registered for War service. She did however pay a little attention when the subject changed to how the Japanese had crushed Philippine and American troops on the Bataan Peninsula, seizing the bay of Manilla through their naval hegemony in East-Asia. She listened for a few moments longer before she reached over and flicked it off and gave herself one last look in the mirror, shooting her reflection a quick wink and a smile before she exited the vehicle.

She was early this morning as she often was, she liked to be one of the first in the offices so she had some time before the other members of staff made their way in. She walked the short distance between the car parking area and the entrance to the large building. She smiled at the ununiformed security officer posted at the doorway as he opened the door for her with a smile of his own and she customarily flashed her ID badge his way.

“Morning Miss Kitamura” he said happily greeting her.

“Thank you Daniel” she beamed back at him as she strode through into the small lobby and made her way to the offices. She loved the Rutherford building, once a luxurious estate it had been converted a long time ago into their headquarters and was still filled with much of the original artwork and décor – rather befitting of the organisation she always thought.
Her office was directly beside the small medical room that doubled as a storage area for office supplies and other uninteresting bits and pieces. She made her way in and flicked on the lights before she hung her coat up and sat behind the desk, quickly leafing through the stack of papers that had appeared on her desk overnight. They were nothing too important, just cost reports, various balance sheets and a few invoices that had come in. She spent several hours sorting and filing them into her obscenely well-organized system all the while making notes in the red finance logbook she kept, time getting away from her as she did.

A short while later she saw Sven leaving his office and glanced at the clock on her wall, realizing it was already time for the briefing. She pulled out a small compact mirror and again took a few moments to make sure that she looked her best before she slipped it back into her bag, exchanging it for a small non-descript brown package she made her way quickly into the kitchen area. She spent a few moments boiling a kettle of water as she opened the brown packet and removed several teabags and placed them in a pot before adding the water. Soon she had a tray filled with mugs, a very small amount of milk and some sugar cubes – as well as the pot of tea itself and made her way into the central meeting room.

She cheerfully greeted each of the others as she made her way in before setting the tray on one of the empty desks, hoping that they’d be impressed she announced “If anyone would like some tea, then please help yourselves” as she picked up a cup for herself. Tea was a luxury that few of them had been able to enjoy with much frequency since its rationing. Tamiko however just so happened to know the right people and had received a ‘care package’, so had set about sharing it with her colleagues here and there. Not that she’d tell anyone of course, but thanks to her relationship with a certain Lord she always received more than her fair share of luxuries.

She looked down at the briefing document that Sven handed her and gave him a curt “Thank you, Professor” and sat at one of the desks and made small talk briefly before Sven began. She loved listening to the old man speak with his accent and paid careful attention to his every word, even more so as he brought up the ‘Mirror of souls’. British Ceylon would certainly be no walk in the park, difficult terrain and a total lack of any amenities – especially if they’d be heading into the jungle. But of course with the promise of a piece of whatever this mirror was it seemed more than worth it. Tamiko quickly scanned the briefing document but didn’t see what she was looking for and so as soon as Sven opened the floor up for questions she asked “What does this Mirror of Souls do exactly?” as she gazed at him with a curious, and of course innocent, expression.
@DepressedSoviet

So, working on my post and just thinking about where the Rutherford Project HQ is based?

Looking back through some of the OOC and stuff can't see anything specific. For some reason I thought the team was based in England, is that right?

And if so where roughly is the HQ? Like somewhere outside of London orrr... guessing somewhere a bit central, but far enough to avoid bombings?

Or am I totally wrong about that? :p
There is an old poem thingy about arguments…

"Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder."

Just because you 'win' an argument doesn't mean you've actually won. Ideally if you're in an argument it's because you care and feel strongly enough about a topic and the other person that their opinion on the subject matters to you.

Of course if you're just arguing with a duche I tend to go with…

"If I waste any more energy arguing with you, I won't have any left to fuck your mother."

But I do like the homicide idea…
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