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Index of the various Setpoints in the game, taking place at different times and places.
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The Astra Veda - Lore The Astra Veda - Character Sheet The Astra Veda - Prologue [ The Astra Conference ] The Astra Veda - The Blue Lotus The Astra Veda - Trinity The Astra Veda - The Main Story [Arc 1]
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    Lexielai

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    Due to problems with very slow posters putting prior roleplays on hold, we will NOT proceed by round robin. You can post as many times as you like, but be courteous to the other players you're interacting with as well. Remember to communicate with them; it's one of the core tenets of this game after all. Have fun!

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    • [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Welcome to the Blue Lotus [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]The Nexus[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]N/A[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText]All[/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"][div style="border: 2px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: normal;"]
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    [/div]    “The Nexus welcomes you, agent of the Blue Lotus.” You step in through the foyer, and in stark contrast to the bleak sights on the way to this location, you now find yourself in a chamber of lights and machines. The smell of oil from nearby workstations wafts into your nostrils as you look around. This is the primary base of the Central Cell of the Blue Lotus, also known as the Valkyries. Its messy, nearly haphazard, and grungy layout is impressive in its own way—mostly in the wonder at how such a facility is even operational at all. Still, you can tell at a glance that the design is extremely practical. In fact, all the equipment appears to be ready to be packed up and moved at a moment’s notice, likely in case this base were ever discovered. The people working here, technicians and intelligence officers and who knows what else, barely spare you a second glance. That is likely because you are accompanied by a half-Asura woman with dark green hair and glowing orange eyes, who gestures for you to follow. You know her as Sora Windrunner, the leader of this particular unit. After much extensive vetting and confirmation, you have been granted the opportunity to join the Blue Lotus at their main base in the Central district. To your surprise, it was located in a region thought to be uninhabitable. It is in a sector known as Kayel, the abandoned city. Located deep in the depths of Naraka, it was once the site of an infamous incident several years ago. Among the consequences of that clash included Suzanne Pipenko’s retirement, and the utter devastation of this sector. Even now, the burnt and scorched remains of the buildings still stand, quietly mourning the ashes of its fallen residents. Now you find yourself here, beyond the containment seals that restrict all access to this sector. Toxic fumes and radiation from a reactor damaged during the fighting have made this sector inhospitable to all races, leading to its forced containment from the rest of the city. Considering the low value of the sector due to its location in deep Naraka, there have been few attempts to reclaim the land thus far. Fortunately, you were safely protected by hazmat suits and sealed vehicles during your transit here. The Nexus itself is also protected by an energy barrier that keeps the pollution at bay, but even so you were still treated to an intense radiation scrubbing and decontamination procedure on your way into the base. Sora continues leading you towards your quarters, small spaces fitted with a bunkbed and the bare essentials. “It’s not much,” she says, “But I hope you’ll make yourself comfortable here. Explore the base as you would like. Your training begins at 0600 tomorrow.” Then she gives you a nod, and turns to begin walking to address a technician who had been trying to catch her attention, a report in hand. For the next six months, you will be the subject of intense training in covert and combat operations. You may find yourself venturing out on a few routine missions in that time, but it is only at the end of this period that you find yourself preparing for your biggest assignment yet. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: White; color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
     
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    [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Recon [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Lotus Safehouse[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText][/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Equipment had been moved into Remi's room rather quickly after his arrival--and it was indeed a room, as the secretive figure had entirely refused to work in any sort of open space. And yet, despite such a request for privacy, the operative rarely seemed to visit the compound at all, at best stopping in to drop things off (and even then, such a task was often handled remotely). He may as well have been the Blue Lotus' resident ghost, a figure sometimes mentioned by the technicians on the floor, yet eerily absent all the same. If there was anything that could be said about Recon, it was that he was busy; he had hastily canvassed the wreckage of the booth in the days after the conference, taking stock of as many broken pieces as he could before Tesseract returned to reclaim their property (and, even then, they didn't get off without being thoroughly tailed). The Black Box had proven to be something of a disappointment, at least in its current state; there were rough parallels to be drawn in terms of energy output versus increased competence, yet it would seem that someone slightly more familiar with the inner workings of the corporation's current research trajectory would be needed to make sense of the remainder of the data. He had sent out a request to the rest of the Lotus detailing such, yet only time would tell whether they would be capable of delivering the personnel he desired. Even so, the man had his hypotheses; the nature of what he had witnessed at the conference, coupled with Tesseract's display, had placed inklings of thoughts in his head, experimental measures which, if correct, could be quite the boon. And speaking of the conference, the city seemed to be abuzz with talk of the horrendous display that closed the great celebration before it could even begin. And though it may have been somewhat soulless of him, Recon just couldn't bring himself to care. It wasn't his problem. It wasn't what he was brought on board for either. It was no mystery that the government had its dissenters--even if this particular set seemed more extreme than those before--and if they wanted to bash their heads against each other until one bleeds out while the other stands there in a dazed frenzy, open to a stab in the back if need be, then so be it. Recon kept his opinion private, and he had other priorities to boot. Plumbing the depths of that hidden facility that hooked him to the Lotus was a good start, and that could only begin with a thorough canvasing of its suspected location. Normally, he would have done such a thing form the confines of his own safehouse; even so, considering that this was something he was being employed for, and it helped to show your boss that you were working, the man had made a rare appearance within the makeshift station, situated in his room in front of many monitors as he flicked from feed to feed, watching busy subsurface streets from a multitude of angles with his hands tented in front of him. Not once did the man remove his helmet, neither in the public of the working floor, or the privacy of his alcove. The door was locked, unless he willed it, with the only indication that he was in being a blue light and the soft crooning of a singer from decades past reaching just beyond the door. 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    [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Connor McKinley [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] The Nexus [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Well, Connor was now a part of the Blue Lotus. More specifically, the Valkyrie branch of the lot stationed right in Central. He hadn't seen himself joining some underground, revolutionary organization. But then again, he hadn't seen himself being able to turn into a monster, so he shouldn't have been to surprised when a shadowy figure approached him and politely "asked" him to follow them. It was obvious by the way they acted that they knew who/what he was and were not above using that information to leverage him into doing as they pleased. And so that's how he had ended up in perhaps the filthiest place he had ever seen, even by his somewhat low standards. Then again, this toxic dump was filthy by everyone's standards. Which was why no one was currently living there. Well, except for the Blue Lotus, that is. Perfect place to hide, the dump, no one would think you were there. And even if they did think to check there, they'd not want to go and get there hands dirty. That's how he saw it anyways. Once he was shown to his little nook, he flopped down on the bottom bunk to claim it as his own, his height making the top bunk less than desirable. He also took that time to throw his few belongings, stuffed into a single duffel bag, underneath. It was just clothing, and he saw no need to unpack right now. He did, however, need to know where everything was at. So, having just laid down on his claimed spot, he got right back up, shoved his hands into his pockets, and began to wander aimlessly around this place they called The Nexus. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #80aaff ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
     
    [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Xavius Lonestar [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] The Nexus [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Open [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] N/A [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Xavius couldn't help but lament over where his life had taken him these past years: First his family tries to kill him, then he has to live a life of squalor, and now he was... here. Everything about this place unsettled the Deva, from the lack of cleanliness to the obviously incompetant technicians who ,in all likelyhood, had little to no knowledge of anything, let allown tech. Perhaps worst of all though, was their location: directly under Central. The thought that any member of his family could be somewhere over him right now made Xavius feel on edge. Xavius decided that rather than standing around, and allowing himself to get a migrain from his surrondings, that he would go to his room and shut himself off from anyone. When the cyborg arrived at the room however there was little difference. While not dirty, the room had the gastly asctetic of the rest of the base, the quality of the bedding left much to be desired, but what was most troubling off all was the second bed above his own. The prospect of having to share a room, now or in the future, genuinly made the Deva consider leaving than and there; this thought however was de-railed by the realisation that there was no way for him to leave easily. Fortunatly, time had permitted him to unpack undestirbed, giving the Deva time to store his multitude of gordy clothing away, to replace the low quality bedding with his own, and perhaps most impotantly, to set up his computer system. Turning said system on, caused three monitors to flash to life. On the screen furthest to the left monitor there was some kind of camera feed; the feed seemed to be of some kind of workshop. On the second, central screen there was some kind of half finished blueprint, though obviously far from completion, it seemed to show some kind of large, cylanctrical device. On the right most screen there was a video playing, it would seem to be of some kind of anime which seemed to have two charcters with extordinary powers fighting, a prospect that until resently would have seemed impossibly for the real world. Xavius seemed to be manily focused on the right screen, but would occasionally glance the the left most one. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #CC99FF ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(204, 153, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
     
    [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Mission: Lock and Key [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]??? (Operations Van)[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags: Soviet Panda Soviet Panda , Skylord Nexus Skylord Nexus , Lexielai Lexielai [/div] [div class=infoText][/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] The light, high-frequency vibrations of slightly warping metal marked the small van's movement along the magway, the dim interior hidden from the glowing, upright bands surrounding the giant roadway. Some imagined that it was a feeling similar to what the world's populace would have experienced when flying, all those years ago. Now, the beltways and trams that coursed through the city, demented causeways of gleaming metals and pulsing magnets, formed the veins of the world; and each lone figure, lost in a sea of others, like ants crawling atop themselves at the mouth of a colony, formed its high-velocity lifeblood. Remi had been drumming his fingertips together since they had left, utterly silent in the face of the van's cavernous hum. Even with the monitoring equipment within--which he didn't need--there was too much space, too much air; a slightly smaller vehicle would have made for a quieter trip. Every so often, his attention turned to some of the others in the van, watching them carefully, as if measuring whether or not they cared as much about the noise as he did. "Evidently not," was the answer he seemed to glean each time, not that he ever asked. At the very least, they weren't going far (reportedly), and much ground had already been covered. He cleared his throat, crossing his legs as he looked to one of the nearby monitors and treated himself to an objective refresher. This first part, this overture--it was simple on the face of it all, an exchange of information. The Lotus' offering, hyperloop security schematics, a little something to guarantee slightly safer transport for the criminally involved. And as for what they sought? A veritable mystery box; a digital "lockpick" holding the biological signatures needed to force open the computers of Cristophe Moreira, one of Tesseract's many project overseers. The syndicate that held their potential prize was something of a rogue element, and Remi certainly did not care for anything of the sort; if he managed to have his way, he wouldn't even be leaving the van. And on that note, the drumming of his fingers slowed, and he once more turned his helmeted head upward, angling it toward the other passengers. A light cough. Getting the attention of the others was only part of its purpose. "So, here's an unanswered question," he eventually said as he clasped his hands together, a bit of a chipper edge to his voice, as if to counteract the dull drone of the exterior magnets, "how exactly do we want to play this?" Almost as soon as he said that, the van began to decelerate, the pulses along the exterior intensifying as the vehicle found its exit, nigh-flawless buffer systems gradually slowing the transport. There was only so much time to talk things over. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #1E90FF; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
     
    [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Mao [Lock and Key] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] ??? (Operations Van) [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Open [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Soviet Panda Soviet Panda , Skylord Nexus Skylord Nexus , Lexielai Lexielai _Line 213 _Line 213 [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] This was a new development. Out of the blue came not only an offer beyond his wildest imagination, but the manner in which it was handed to him... Frightening. He had taken every precaution to make sure there were never any witnesses whenever he used his abilities, and yet to be discovered in such a casual manner.
    When the woman asked him whether he'd like to make use of his abilities as an Astra to vialiantly aid a truly noble cause he was uncertain what to make of it. He'd be eager to pass it off as a joke if only it hadn't come from a person that was trespassing on his property. A person that was able to breach his safe zone this far without any detection whatsoever at that. Stalling for time and probing her didn't seem to get him any further, and she seemed to know what manner of things he valued. Admittedly he had never made much of a secret of that, but to think that she could offer those things to him with such ease. If what she said was true, then it may be worth the risk. If even a sliver of what she told him was true then near anything would be worth the risk. Having taken his basic neccesities and having informed his regular clients that he'd be temporarily out of business, he was escorted to the main headquarters of this supposed resistance with all due haste. Finally there he drew his conclusion of the organisation that was going to be a major part of his life now: Impressive. He didn't know a great deal about running an organised rebellion, or about organisations at all really, but he was able to recognise competence when he saw it. These people knew what they were doing, what the risks were, and were capable of playing this high-stakes game right in the lions' den. And in order to ensure that he, and some other new recruits evidently, were capable of keeping up a test run was deemed in order. Which of course led to his current situation. One of his new acquaintances had taken it upon himself to spearhead the briefing. Upon his enquiry however it suddenly dawned. Mao had absolutely zero experience with this kind of thing, and probably even less so with collaborative efforts. It was supposed to be fairly simple; an exchange of information and/or supplies. But if his experience with mobsters told him anything it was that they operated on the principle of getting front row seats from your paycheck. 'Welp, no turning back now. Keep your eyes on the prize Mao, or at least what's left of them.' "We must first endeavor to go about this in a manner that would uphold, shall we say, company standards, yes?" Utilising the fact that his synthesised voice would make him appear calmer, he began to slowly move his hands together, joining them at the fingertips. He continued: "In order to ensure that this exchange happens with as few hitches as possible we will need to assign someone to the position as our lead negotiator. And before we proceed any further we should also determine whether we expect to come to blows, or that our adversaries will attempt to skimp on their part of the bargain." Only now did he notice that both the speed and the sound of the van had changed. 'Thank goodness that someone was paying attention. If he hadn't spoken up it might actually have been to late to discuss all this! Thank you kindly helmeted individual, your usefulness knows no bounds.' He shifted his head towards the direction that their transportation was taking them. His eyes casually glid over both the worn interior as well as his companions before finally turning towards the monitor displaying the objective. "And it appears we must reach a conclusion sooner rather than later, we draw closer to our destination." [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: rgb(247,47,42) ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
     
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    [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Arrival [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] The Nexus [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Open [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Nastika Nastika [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Luck followed the intimidating woman she had never met before through the confines of the headquarters. As she followed closely behind being sure not to knock into anyone - she did just that and almost sent an entire forklift of pallets tumbling. Out of sheer reaction her eyes sparked with a rich gold color and her fingers twitched with an equally rich aura of color; for only a moment and the pallets stopped shaking - returning to their original stable state. She let out a sigh of relief before turning around only to find that the woman she was following had gained many bounds ahead. She quickly and semi-gracefully weaved her way through the busy workers, finding her way back to Sora. The entire facility reminded her of her own home in Lower Ayodyha. With machinery and metal walls everywhere - pipelines and the smell of grease and sweat. That quickly changed as they entered the hallway to the living quarters. It was quiet with little disruption aside from the people rushing in and out, putting their jackets and boots on as they went. They abruptly stopped in front of an open doorway, Sora motioned to the room and was off again. She stared a little caught off-guard. She didn't know what she expected but the abruptness of it all was surprising to say the least. Luck walked into the small room with only a small bag of clothes that she then placed on the nearest surface and sat down on her bed. She stared at the sheets and pressed her hand against the fabric feeling it - cool to the touch with just the smallest hint of texture. She smoothed the wrinkles out of it and looked up to stare at the wall opposite of her; she couldn't help but look around. The small bunker was a nice refreshment from her own home which was loud from the passing trains that always shook the walls, the drunks arguing outside, the musty smell, and the rust that fell from her ceiling with every shift in the building. Luck sighed and smiled - finally she'd be able to get a good night's sleep. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
     
    [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Xavius Lonestar [Lock and Key] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] ??? (Operations Van) [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Open [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _Line 213 _Line 213 Nastika Nastika [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Xavius had had his eyes closed for most of the trip in an attempt to forget he was with other people, well that and to also try and bloke out the incessent tapping which one of the people seemed to be doing. He had however also been formulating a plan, since he didn't believe anyone else would have a high enough IQ to formulate one themselves. The Deva wasn't inexperienced when it can to dealing with 'unsavoury' characters, though admittedly he was more used to dealing with the same characters, so these people they were meeting could be wildcards. The cyborg gave a loud sigh as a way of getting the attention of the others "If you idiots will all shut up up for a second, I have a plan. I likely have the most experience in negotiating with people like this, so i'll be our lead negotiator. When we arrive one of us will need to make a note of every possible exit in case things go sour. When we arrive we need at least one person with me, and one person keeping watch of our entrance to ensure no one can sneak up on us. While i have little faith in the mental or physical skill of any of you, i have done less with more. So do you all understand? Or shall i dumb it down for you?" Not waiting for an answer, Xavius closed his eyes again, continuing to pretend he wasn't there. In truth, there was something about taking charge just then that made the Deva feel really good. Maybe it was the feeling of establishing himself as the dominate person in the group. Maybe that was just how it felt to stroke his ego. Though maybe, just maybe, this was what it was like to be his Father; always in total control of the situation, establishing himself as everyone's better and bathing in the power which came from it. Xavius quickly set about pushing the latter thought out of his head, refusing to believe he would be like that man, but as much as he tried, the one thing he couldn't deny was the effect his Father had had on him. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #CC99FF ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(204, 153, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
     
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    [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Sora [Lock and Key] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Operations Van[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Remi, Connor, Xavier, Mao, Luck[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _Line 213 _Line 213 Nastika Nastika Skylord Nexus Skylord Nexus AliceNWeb AliceNWeb Soviet Panda Soviet Panda [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]Sora had kept quiet thus far. Partly because her mission was to see how well the new batch of rookies performed and evaluate them, but also because she had shadows looming in her mind. She had been thinking about the events of the last two weeks, and the sight she had seen at the fated Astra Conference. It was only for a brief moment, but she was sure of what she had seen. During the chaos of the Tesseract Incident, an Avatar crystal had appeared. Its presence bothered her. Particularly when she rewinded the footage of the event and came to the conclusion that the powerful villain, Ophelia, was also under the influence of yet another Avatar crystal. That was two Avatar crystals suddenly appearing in a short span of time. One under the possession of Tesseract, and then one under Ophelia. Just possessing a single one was equitable to harnessing the power of a controlled and sustained nuclear reaction—thus implying that using it to amplify an Astra’s abilities would make them equitable to a living, walking bomb. Ophelia herself was proof that these crystals were not to be taken lightly. Knowing that their enemies possessed such potent weaponry would naturally stir wariness within Sora’s heart, although she had not informed her allies of her suspicions just yet. That was because she too had a history with Avatar crystals that she was not yet ready to explain. Her thoughts were interrupted by the musings of her companions. After quickly consulting her HUD, Sora realized that she had been so lost in thought that their trip was already nearly at its end. “I’ll accompany you, Xavier,” she said. “If something goes wrong, I’ll at least be able to pull you out of it. Although I’m indifferent between trading for their information or pulling it out of the rubble after destroying them, I would rather keep this whole transaction as quiet as possible.” The benefit of this mission was that the success of the negotiations was mostly irrelevant. Sora had personally accompanied the team to ensure its success due to the importance of the investigation in the long run. While it was preferable to conceal their tracks, Trinity was so concerned with the emerging threat that a little violence could easily be disguised as typical gang war activity. Besides, the original mission had been search, destroy, and retrieve. So if it all went south then they would just be returning to the original objective. It was all rather convoluted, but it had been Elvira’s idea. Although Sora was not initially keen on bringing rookies on such a mission, she had to admit that the enigmatic Elvira was a far superior strategist and planner than herself. Trusting in her judgement had gotten them this far, so Sora had no better option but to go along with it. The orange lights of her clearly cybernetic irises roamed over the team. They had only received light training and briefing so far, but they possessed one crucial advantage. Everyone on the team except herself was an Astra. This would be the first test run for the Blue Lotus’ secret weapon: their elite vanguard operatives. A part of her worried for their safety and regretted the violence that was sure to consume their new lives. That aspect was ultimately crushed by the weighty duty of her cause and the memories she carried every day. “We’re about to arrive. Sound off your callsigns; we want to avoid using real names if possible. 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    [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Recon [Lock and Key] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]??? (Operations Van)[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags: Soviet Panda Soviet Panda , Skylord Nexus Skylord Nexus , Lexielai Lexielai Nastika Nastika [/div] [div class=infoText][/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Remi nodded to the first man to speak, offering him something of a semi-thankful yet casual shrug, almost as a "don't worry about it" motion in response to the oddly energetic and somewhat unnecessary complement. Despite the mechanical mass's appearance, he was oddly friendly, though whether or not that was the product of being slightly unhinged remained to be seen. Even so, the man--man?--was agreeable enough for now. Perhaps this entire setup wouldn't be so bad. Of course, then someone completely different had to go ahead and speak, and that slowly began to shift Remi's mind toward the other side of his optimism. He stared at the man, glancing at some of the others in the van as he let out a snort. Of course, before he could actually say anything in response, someone else managed to speak up. Likely for the better, all things considered, but at that point it didn't matter. Sora had already elected to go ahead with the man's plan, despite its phrasing, and success was ultimately paramount above all else. Even so, Recon moved forward, the dying hum of the magnetic accelerators making it easier to converse within the space of the vehicle. "If I may," he said, his tone lower than it had been moments before, "I'd say you're lucky that she got to your plan first." He nodded his head sideways at Sora, the black, shiny visor of his helmet directed toward Xavius all the same. "Strangely, I was suddenly of the mind that it might actually be best to have all the idiots stay behind, not to get in the way or anything horrible like that. In fact, if you can do more with less, I'd say that saves the rest of us quite a bit of time and effort; I like efficiency and laying low, you see. There's nothing that checks those two boxes quite like being entirely uninvolved." A moment of relative silence. The van gave one final lurch as it left the magnets proper, now moving entirely on its own power as it continued to approach the end of the exit ramp. "You know--there's a soba place that's been getting great reviews in this part of town. If you change your mind about having the rest of us boors pulling at your coattails, maybe the rest of us can get an early dinner. I think that would be quite nice." With that, he finally leaned back, turning his head forward as he tented his fingers. With his bit completed, it was time to sound off, as it were. "Recon, not leaving this van." It might have been a snippy ending to his prior words at first, but it soon became clear just what the man's game was. From his loose sleeves poured a small horde of dime-sized mechanical spiders, quickly clamoring their way to the other members of the operation and hitching themselves into unseen and unobtrusive folds and pockets of their clothing without warning. "If you value having extra sets of eyes, don't break any of them." 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    [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"]Mao [Lock and Key] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] ??? (Operations Van) [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Open [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _Line 213 _Line 213 Lexielai Lexielai Skylord Nexus Skylord Nexus AliceNWeb AliceNWeb Soviet Panda Soviet Panda [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] The young man had a rather, shall we say, direct way of asserting himself? Though this did forcefully bring up some unpleasant memories, this was hardly the time for those. He was about to offer that he would pose as a proxy, possibly stating that it would not do for the leader to expose himself to danger, when their babysitter suddenly beat him to that. The bad news was that, from her statement, it became apparent that she did not intend to intervene a great deal. 'So much for the diplomatic solution.' he thought, 'Better prepare to go hard if things go fanwards, and better do it posthaste.' "Now now, let us not forgo his kindness for animosity, and make full use of the capacities that are so inherent to the natural role he provides!" he spoke, placing himself square in front of both Xavius and Sera. As he was turned away from them, his eyes shifted from their usual blue-ish shine to display a text message, which broadcast to the rest of the group: 'Pick a position from which you can escape easily. I will do my best to secure the target and provide heavy support. Mr. Recon, please provide information and tag them.' While this message was playing, he continued talking: "I believe that our roles are more or less distributing themselves for us, how absolutely splendid!" Elaborate hand gestures began to flow from the robes, and now his full hunch-backed figure was on display. "With my abilities it would probably be best for me to provide support, and potential covering fire. As such I will endeavor to watch the entrance as you had requested, Mr Mastermind." "We will probably be free-balling things a little, so it seems best to leave positioning to our own discretion. None are as familiar with our abilities as we ourselves after all." Having finished his bit, and returning his eyes to normal, he turned to Sora and Xavius; his hands once more folded together. "Miss Sora did raise a crucial point however. If things get dangerous we should be prepared to deal with it." One of his metallic hands disappeared into the other sleeve, and extracted an item from it. "Please take this." As he addressed them he took a bow, and handed the duo a small device with a red button on it's surface. "It is fairly self-explanatory, but if you were to require extraction simply press it and I will endeavor to whisk you away from danger." As the door opened he greeted the outside air, his robes beginning to flutter in the biting wind. The first thing he did was to attempt to pick up one of the spiders crawling about. They had well and truly piqued his curiosity, and he felt the immediate compulsion to inspect them as closely as possible. While seemingly being intently focused on the mass of robotic entities he suddenly resumed speaking. "Ah, there is probably one last thing. Though I am terribly sorry to bother you all when you're already dead-set on the roles you wish to fill, I do feel the need to ask for a partner to aid me in securing the perimeter. A possible outcome where more than one pair of hands would be needed to secure a possible get-away must be taken into consideration after all. I do not suppose there would be a volunteer?" He spoke, eyeing the young woman in the back of the van. 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    [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Xavius Lonestar [Lock and Key] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] ??? (Operations Van) [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Open [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _Line 213 _Line 213 Nastika Nastika Lexielai Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Xavius turned and looked at the young lady who answered him first, offering to accompany him. He looked up and down at her, taking in every visible detail about her to assess her usefulness; she defiantly seemed to be the most experienced person in the vehicle, well aside from him "Well, you do seem to be the least idiotic of everyone here, which should mean your the most capable, assuming that's true i'm fine with you accompanying me." The cyborg then scowled at the helmeted man speaking. He already didn't like the man, it certainly didn't help that his current personality reminded him of his older brother in spite of the fact he had only known the man for the better part of five minutes which was no where near enough time to get to know someone. "While you would no doubt be right with your assumption that i could do better on my own, i will give idiots one thing... they make better targets." Xavius also looked at the mechanical spider with some level of disgust, lamenting over ,what he believed to be, it's terrible workmanship. The cybernetic creature did however intrigue the Deva enough to take his mind off of his other frustrations. Was it man or women? Was it man or machine? But most importantly: What kind of demented mind created something like it? Xavius sighed again as he took the device from what he assumed to be a male "While i don't particularly like having to depend on others, especially ones i don't know, you do also seem... somewhat capable. Whether you actually are or not we will have to see." As he went to exit the vehicle Xavius looked back at his helmed adversary and smirked "You know what? I think i do actually agree with you. The idiots should stay in the van, it would explain why you're staying. Mastermind. Leaving moron town. Population: Recon." The deva then began to walk towards there destination, happy with himself at the insult, in spite of the time it took him to come up with it. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #CC99FF ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(204, 153, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
     
    [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Connor [Lock and Key] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Operations Van [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Xavier [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _Line 213 _Line 213 Nastika Nastika Skylord Nexus Skylord Nexus AliceNWeb AliceNWeb Lexielai Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Connor was liking everyone less and less. One talked as if he was better than everyone, and there were robotic spiders crawling all over him. He wanted to rip the throat out of one and crush the other, but he couldn't because technically they were all on the same team. "Let's see how high and mighty you are with my claws around your throat," he muttered as he hoisted himself out of his seat. "Get out of my way." Pushing past the robotic thing that stood in front of the van. "They're going to give us what we need, or I'm going to kill all of them. Simple as that, and let them know it. We're Astra, and they aren't. We'll take whatever we want, whether they want us to or not." Let them come up with some overly complicated plan. Hitting things until he got what he wanted was much simpler, easier, and tended to work out. "Beast" he said, giving his call sign as he made his way to the supposed meeting point. He wanted to transform right then and there, to feel the power of the Beast. But Blue Lotus had drilled it into him to only do so as a last resort or out of the public's eye. Currently, neither of those applied. So he trudged with his hands in his pockets and shoulders hunched, looking as intimidating as possible to keep anyone who thought to follow them wonder if it was such a good idea. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #6699ff ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
     
    [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Recon [Lock and Key] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]??? (Operations Van)[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags: Soviet Panda Soviet Panda , Skylord Nexus Skylord Nexus , Lexielai Lexielai Nastika Nastika [/div] [div class=infoText][/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Recon momentarily turned his head as the man moved to exit the vehicle, tilting his head slightly. "Your need to separate is understandable," he replied as the man took his leave, his synthethic voice crinkling to life via their internal communications as the distance between man and van grew, "speaking with even a lowly moron would strain the ability of the brainless." He raised a hand, offering a casual wave regardless of whether the other operative turned to look back at him. "Have a wonderful time." With that, he leaned back in his chair, momentarily flexing his hands outward before resuming his straight-backed, tent-figured posture. Feed after feed flickered to life behind his helmet, already beginning to take in the surrounding streets. Even during the night, the district was a flurry of activity; hundreds, perhaps thousands, pounded against the concrete and plating of the sector's main causeways far above, the individual places of men and machines reduced to a dull drone by a mile of metal. 262, read bold, painted numbers on the side of a nearby building, the number repeated along the length of the long street, illuminated windows, strips along the road, and rows of lamps hanging from a steel ceiling several stories up offering the only light in the level. Steam trailed from ground vents, hissing echoes traveling the length of the cage-like assortment of beams and buildings, all while rare yet wide, lattice-like spaces offered glimpses beyond to a seemingly endless row of identical lanes. Were one to walk to the border of such a gap and glance down, they'd see a twisted reflection of the same; street upon street upon street, stretching into a dim oblivion. Civic access channels, rusting, flaking, unserviced for decades or more. The few plants lining the sidewalk were synthetic and covered with dark grime, nearly mocking in their presence. Many were only partially green, a splash of differing color granted by white light just below as it fought against the unrelenting orange glow all around. That same monotone wash coated those upon the street, some milling, many moving, all melding together in a sea of brown, grey, and orange, made whole and nearly identical by the markedly artificial atmosphere. Level 262, a sprawling network at the cusp of the city's Undercroft, a place that showed sad markers of its former surface level status from generations ago. Parks that once held grass were given plastic turf at best, and paved over at worst. Once decent architecture was now reduced to mere foundations, cracking, discolored, laced with pipes and wires, their upper portions now cut unceremoneously by the unrelenting sheet of steel above. Too high to be hell, yet not even within gazing distance of heaven. If modern man had made purgatory in the image of his imagination, Range 200 would be its perfect reflection. "The building on the right street corner. Your side," came Recon's voice again once the group had assembled and stepped out of the alleyway park. "The lobby is grey. There's a guard behind a desk left of the entrance. Tell him you're looking to make a purchase. He'll ask what you want. You'll say, 'Chateau Blanc. No synthetic shit, and no wasted time.' You will say only that. You will not change the phrase. You will not add to it. You will not say a different phrase. No ad-libbing, don't be original." 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    [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Agent Orange [Lock and Key] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Operations Van [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Recon [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _Line 213 _Line 213 [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] In the back of the Blue Lotus Operations van, Agent Orange sits in silence, just as he had through the whole trip. His statue-like stoicism had made him blend into the shadows of the corner, the only noticeable form in his place an aged face atop a bright orange scarf, tucked neatly into a black jacket. There was no life behind those eyes. Just a paycheck waiting to take home. The Blue Lotus was far from even a footnote in the list of clients of Agent Orange, this mission child's play. But those days were forty years ago, when the biggest threat was a loaded gun, no explosive Astras or killer cyborgs, and nothing to lose. He looks over to Recon, his first movement since entering the van. He gives a look, one with an intense emotional nothing, an analysis, perhaps? It was definitely intentional, and irrefutably intense, but its meaning unclear. His mouth opens, and, like sand pouring from a sieve, words emerge, devoid of character or intonation. "Surely you trust the rest of your team, right, Recon?" He says the alias with an acidic bite, returning to his monotone without a breath. "You look like you could knock this out in five minutes. Get in, secure the asset, get out. No witnesses. You don't seem like a team player. So why are you here?" He looks at Recon directly, but doesn't wait for an answer. "Agent Orange. Tell me when the mission goes south." The agent sits back and pulls out a book from a jacket pocket, holding it directly in front of his face. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: < RedOrange > ; color: rgb(255, 155, 0); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
     
    [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Daydream [Lock and Key] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Interior Van [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Open, Mao [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Nastika Nastika [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] She had been staring at the floor for quite some time completely absorbed in her own thoughts - the droning of the Van making its way across the landscape became an excellent background soundtrack for some ambient trance. She was busy thinking about the events of Sharuta and the chaos that completely consumed the conference; even after the van had stopped and everyone was busy discussing their plans and roles - Luck was still ensnared by her own thoughts. Once the Van's enclosure was breached with fresh air and the sound of the outside Luck finally snapped out of it - only to find herself locked into eye contact with a multi-eyed bot. It took her a few seconds to realize the bot was asking for her assistance, to which she replied quickly "Yes absolutely, I'll um... h-help you secure the perimeter?" Hoping she heard the bot right she stood up to join his side. That was the unfortunate thing about Luck's attention. She was usually so focused on herself she didn't care much for external things - people, including names, politics and politicians, world events, to put it simply... Luck was very out of touch with the rest of the world. So most of the time her lack of attention was perceived as disrespectful. She pressed her palm against the ceiling of the van as she stood up. Clearing her throat she looked at the bot; "Lead the way." [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
     
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    [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"]Mao [Lock and Key] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] ??? (Operations Van) [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Open, Luck [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _Line 213 _Line 213 Lexielai Lexielai Skylord Nexus Skylord Nexus AliceNWeb AliceNWeb Soviet Panda Soviet Panda Error 420 Error 420 [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] It seemed like everyone was simply going to do their own thing. Well, that was one way to go about the operation, and if they could handle themselves it'd be fine. Dragging others into it was another matter entirely though. Puzzled as he was about the twists of fate that would've led one like this to a company this auspicious, he hadn't the time or the drive to ponder upon it. "Yes absolutely, I'll um... h-help you secure the perimeter?" "Oh, how pleasant a surprise! Well answered little lady, it would seem that I needn't worry about my very own rearguard." Seemingly being pleased with being adressed in that manner, he immediately perked up. Oddly enough though, despite him standing completely upstraight now his back still seemed very hunched. Being shoved out of the way by the brusque delinquent-looking fellow he couldn't hep but comment on his enthusiasm "Ah, to be young and so eager. Take care not to turn everything into jelly out there!" "Haaahhh." He sighed, once more settling his gaze upon his companion for this mission. As the rest the people passed by him and began to make their way through the surprisingly vacant cityscape, the woman too began to stand up. She simply seemed out of place here. Amidst all the people that did not disguise their incompatibility with society here, she alone stood out due to the sheer normalcy she seemed to emanate. A kind that could not be faked so easily. He would know, too, as he spent the last 13 years of his life attempting such a thing. If things were to go south, which in present company seemed like a given rather than a possibility, at the very least this little one must not be dragged in. Simply put; he was uncertain whether he would be able to protect her. And letting someone that (to him) quite clearly did not belong in this world perish over someone's petty pride was something he could not permit. 'I suppose I'll have to show a few of my hands early.' Whilst entertaining that line of thought, it appeared Luck had managed to collect her bearings. "Lead the way", she said, seemingly pulling herself together. "An admirable reply, then lead I shall! Now let us see." Beginning to predate as he spoke, Mao lagged a little behind the group. With one hand behind his back and the other wildly gesturing again, he continued speaking as though presuming that Luck was listening. "I was looking around for a vantage point that we could exploit with some ease, one that would allow us to maintain a position from which we could overlook both our rear and the target location, that our allies will so valiantly breach for us." "And it would seem that we are in moderate luck." Pointing to an abandoned foodstuffs store, it was quite clear that this part of town did not stand the test of time well. It was almost entirely boarded up, and the large billboard that seemed to have at some point proudly displayed it's main product line was now rusted beyond recognition. Some of the large pipelines that once supplied the vast amount of raw materials to the production hall had even come loose. To sum it up: the building looked derelict, and was most certainly a safety hazard on many levels. "Though it allows for fairly little cover, it appears to fit our needs sufficiently. It is a shame that our adversaries have boarded up some of the windows of the target building, but we should be able to maintain a relatively secure lookout nevertheless. Even in the worst case, we will still be able to secure the rear." 'Secure the rear, and get as many people as possible out alive.' Surely uttering such a thought would be bad for morale, would it not? Once he was certain that he and Luck were away from prying eyes, it was time to assume their position. Though it was hard to make out, a bubble-like distortion appeared behind him. One that would lead them to the rooftop that the two of them would stake out. Holding out his hand to the woman in front of him, and bowing deeply, he was about to take her through the portal. He spoke: "Now then. If you agree with my assessment, batang babae, I shall, as per your request, lead the way." 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    [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Sora [Lock and Key] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Meeting Place with the Syndicate[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Blue Lotus Team[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Skylord Nexus Skylord Nexus _Line 213 _Line 213 Soviet Panda Soviet Panda AliceNWeb AliceNWeb Nastika Nastika Error 420 Error 420 [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]When they were a sufficient distance from the van, Sora touched Xavier’s elbow to grab his attention. Skylord Nexus Skylord Nexus She simply stared at him for a moment, not saying anything. Her kaleidoscope-like, orange irises seemed to be analyzing him. “I was like you once,” she eventually said. “I had my own mission to do and felt everyone else was getting in my way. So I get it.” Sora took a small step forward, pushing ever deeper into his space. “But this is no time or place to be playing around, understood? Like it or not, you’re on a team. People’s lives are depending on you. Despite your attitude, I doubt you’re the type of person who likes to get innocent people involved—or killed. So suck it up for now and reign it in, alright?” She was so close that their faces were almost touching, but pulled back just as quickly. Without another word, she continued marching forward towards the meeting place. “Same goes for you, Beast. I hope I don’t have to remind you that your power is a last resort,” she threw out over her shoulder. Soviet Panda Soviet Panda They made their way through the building, the lobby, and the guard at the entrance without much issue. Eventually their entourage arrived at the darkened room where the trade would be made. At the designated meeting place were a group of men in suits and hats, standing in a line. Sora’s scanners spotted no fewer than twenty additional gangsters poorly hidden in the shadows, no doubt as a precautionary measure. “Recon, Pariah, and Luck. Are your eyes on the scene?” she muttered quietly just before they entered earshot, her voice feeding into the earpieces of the whole team. _Line 213 _Line 213 Nastika Nastika AliceNWeb AliceNWeb Scene Overview Current Agents: Sora (Valkyrie One), Xavier (Mastermind), Connor (Beast), Alice (Luck), Mao (Pariah), Remi (Recon), Richard (Agent Orange) Goal: Trade for information with local crime syndicate. Complications: N/A (So far)[/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: SeaGreen; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
     
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    [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Xavius Lonestar [Lock and Key] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] ??? (Operations Van) [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Open [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _Line 213 _Line 213 Lexielai Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Xavius chuckled at Recons retort "Yes, that must be what it's like for you to be round the others, heaven knows it's hard enough for me to be around you lot without every cell in my brain dying." Yes, the Deva defiantly didn't like this man, yet surprisingly the character traits he shared with his brother were the most likable things about him, they were... nostalgic. He then sighed at the man, rolling his eyes "Yes, yes, thank you. As much as it must surprise you, i know what i'm doing. Oh what's the term you common people use?" The cyborg then began clicking the finders on his left hand together quickly as he tried to remember the phrase he once heard "Ahh yes. I believe it's goes 'this ain't my first rodeo kid' is that right? Actually don't answer, i don't care." The deva looked at woman with him as she bumped into him and rolled his eyes when she began to talk "Oh great, the: we're not so different you and I, conversation. Generally it should be saved for an enemy, but by all means continue, i care little either way." despite his statement however Xavius found himself getting increasing angry with his partner as she continued to read him as if she was a therapist. By the time she had finished talking he was really pissed off "Well you know what? No! You don't get it. Don't you dare even begin to pretend you get it. You have no idea about me so just shut up, otherwise people may actually die." Xavius then took a second to compose himself before entering the building. As he entered he took a mental note about the guards in the shadows, as he walked up to the person behind the desk "I'm looking to make a purchase." [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #CC99FF ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(204, 153, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
     
    [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Luck [Lock and Key] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Rooftop [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Mao, squad [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Nastika Nastika Lexielai Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]Luck was a bit overwhelmed by the current, rushed, happenings of their mission. She had never set foot into a military training program - however the logistics of it all seemed rather straight-forward; get in, get done, get out, no casualties. That's something Luck could adhere with. Her eyes locked onto the fascinating bot offering her a taxi to the roof aside their objective. Her lips never moved but the confidence that weighted into her body language was enough to illustrate her readiness, and willingness. So she stepped through into the portal and in moments was standing on the roof. It was an odd sensation all of her senses were disoriented for a moment as her brain strained to grasp where she was. As the disassociation wore of quickly she crouched down feeling the grit beneath her boots crunch under pressure as she made her way to the small lip of the rooftop; only stopping to get a good look across the way. As Sora's voice came in quietly through her earpiece Luck acknowledged: "That's affirmative - squad leader" She looked back at the bot who seemed to be examining the area and ensnared in their own analysis [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: Gold ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
     
    [div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Recon [Lock and Key] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]??? (Operations Van)[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags: Soviet Panda Soviet Panda , Skylord Nexus Skylord Nexus , Lexielai Lexielai Nastika Nastika [/div] [div class=infoText][/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Momentarily, Recon tilted his helmet toward the only other man in the van, only to straighten it again as he returned to his prior activity. "Good question," he replied. At the prompting of their lead--for the time being, at least--the controller responded, his voice once more coming to life over the com channel. "Technically my eyes are on you, but yes." Indeed, he had a full view available, virtually every angle in sight from one feed or another. The trip to the back dealing room was rather uneventful, the passing doors and hallways nearly clinical in their appearance, despite stains and signs of wear. The odd flickering light caused momentary spikes of brightness in the otherwise uniform, harsh lighting. Door 660. The end of the hallway. The heavy-set, suited guard came to a stop part-way down the hall, gesturing to the door with a ring-clad hand, beckoning for the strangers to approach before they did. And, upon continuing, he fell in line behind them, trapping them between a door and a wall of muscle as they moved forward. With the sound of a harsh, ancient buzzer, the port swung open on own, revealing a dimly-lit boardroom, a few men seemingly preparing to exit from a meeting, only to stay as a single man at the head of the long conference table wordlessly motion for them to stay. He smiled at the approaching group, dim lights glowing from just beneath the skin of the left side of his face betraying substantial implants, high grade at that. He spread his arms, a deep, commanding tone reaching out in greeting. It, like many voices in the city, was difficult to place, consisting of a grand mixture of many cultures. Perhaps, at one point in time, it would have sounded like the first dwellers of the city's northern portions. "The White Exchange, I presume!" he exclaimed, grinning directly afterward. "That's our name, don't wear it out," Recon commented. "I've been anticipating our meeting for quite some time." Armed men, much like the one who had shown the small party into the dealing room, lined the walls, some difficult to spot with a mere passing glance in the darkness. Perhaps the low light had something to do with it, but there was a starkness to this room as well; this man, whomever he was, certainly did not wear his wealth on his sleeve. "This is Kells Kuschev, known 'publicly' as King Maximilian, or Mister M. Don't use his real name unless you have to." "Come, sit, there is plenty of room here. You have a busy schedule, I have a busy schedule. I'm sure we all want to...get in and get out, that is what they say, yes?" [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #1E90FF; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
     
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