Fantasy The Unseen World [CLOSED to new additions]

[NeonRain]

Everyone knows there is some sort of 'Secret Society' that goes on behind closed doors. Though, no one knows how you're commissioned in, besides the people who are already apart of it. The Secret Society is more of an Unseen World, It is a large community of individuals. Everyone has their own role, no one rules over them, they all keep their own sort of order. No one knows who or why, but sometimes people are targeted. There are classes for the Unseen, everyone has to have a backbone. The Spies, though we call them Photographers because it sounds nicer, they give information to those who need it, that want it they get paid for it too, sometimes funneling information to the media. The Assassins, though we call them Protectors, protecting our wide society from the harm that could possibly make us Seen rather than Unseen. The Game Players, or Gamers, they sit back and relax watching every move of everyone in any city they are in, also known as the Brains to those who feel they do more work than the other classes.

Shadows, overly quiet people with a nagging itch to be in the dark, much like the Photographers but they never take pictures or spy on any one person, they pick multiples and have a reason to target them. Whether it's for food, blood, or simply money, you are a walking target to them. Sometimes they force the information out of you in cruel ways. Breakers, they work alongside Shadows or Assassins, normally called into business to help take someone out, or rather beat something out of someone. Smokers and Racers, Smokers are normally with Racers, mostly because Racers are the daredevil drivers and because Smokers help them when there is a threat. Smokers have a thing for explosives and, you guessed it, smoking people out. Sweet Treats, normally the ones in training. Younger children that were hand chosen for the society. They help anyone, anyone they want. To get a feel on whom they want to be, sometimes used as distractions for the cops or for targets.

As you already found out, Everyone in the Unseen World, is hand-picked, like a gumball from a bowl of candy. They're picked for many reasons. Sometimes a kid snaps and kills a family member, ends up in prison or a mental ward, then they vanish. Sometimes a kid is really smart, smart enough to Hotwire a car at six and pick locks. Everyone gets a chance to pick a kid, any kid on file for picking. When the parents are distracted, the kid simply goes missing for a week or two, so they understand the rules of this world. Then they show up outside town, or near a forest, sometimes they're dropped off at a cafe somewhere and eventually the cops take them to their parents. They say nothing about what they've been told. They leave in the night at random times and on random days to start getting a feel for their new life.

Around the age of sixteen, you are promoted into a class, that's it. That's your job forever. Though you can have your sides on another class, small perks that you acquired in training, you generally stick to your class. Thanks to our system we can easily frame another man for what you've done and you get away scot-free on a new identity. You get sent to prison only to be immediately let out by the crooked cops we bribe for you to be released. As long as you don't squeal we don't let you rot. The Unseen World functions with the 'real world', though anything that doesn't function in the real world with the Unseen World is well, a new target. Some people call us thieves, or murderers, hitmen are sometimes the prime name, occasionally we are called hackers, and aliens, every now and then our work hits the government so hard the public blames the Russians. Tampered elections, government secrets being leaked. They call us many names. So what class are you? What's your Code Name?


Roles;

Spies/Photographers
They normally work with Brains, can work with others though. Look more like normal people and have high tech spy gear, including cameras with big lenses that can zoom in up to 500 meters or more, for information that is all sent to the Brains. They get their contracts through the Brains, but since they also work with Social Media they often funnel celebrity gossip straight to them. Especially who's cheating, getting married, pregnant, etc.


Assassins/Protectors
They watch out for everyone in the Unseen World, kinda like that annoying older brother who questions you 300x when you're just going to the movies. They have deadly weapons and prefer to get the job done quick and clean. They have two looks, their uniform, and their normal look. Uniforms look similar to that of a CEO for a business corporation. Their contracts are also given by the Brains, their targets are usually those kids who try to tell the Feds about the Unseen World, they eliminate families, leave no trace. Or their targets are those who are onto us, think they found out about the society or they might have found one of our hideouts or one of our agents.


Game Players/Gamers/Brains
They are stationed in the city they live in, watching over it, hiding in the electronic grid. There are always two of them, and usually, they work together. No one knows they are there, not even the government. The Brains can get what they want when they want it. Everything they do, thanks to their equipment, is unseen and undetected. They can listen to conversations, or simply order pizza and use someone else's credit card, with no stress of ever getting caught. Gamers look like normal people since they aren't caught in combat. They're often hiding out in apartment buildings or old bunkers, sometimes even wear houses.


Shadows
They have a bit of a twisted mind when provoked. Though they get the job done, it's not always clean. They are overly quiet people, hide in, yea shadows. They dress in mostly dark colors and look fairly normal. They aren't scared easily since they have sensitive hearing and know when someone is coming up behind them. The shadows see nearly everything...nearly. They work with what they have as a weapon and keep things relatively quiet when giving people files. They often work on off the grid work, unlike assassins they don't just kill. If files are on paper and un-obtainable via electronic transfer, the Brains send the Shadows out. They're also vigilante types, and they don't care if they have people watching them killing someone in cold blood. Whether in public or not, the Shadows will walk up and end a life without a second thought.


Breakers
Breakers are called in for interrogation when someone won't talk. Breakers are there for torment. Unlike Assassins and Shadows, they aren't there to kill, their job is to make you suffer in a conscious state for as long as possible until you finally - break. They get their contracts from Shadows or Assassins, Brains rarely contact Breakers. Breakers use nonlethal weapons and means of torment, usually a combination of physical and mental torture to beat you down until you give in and tell them what they want to hear.


Smokers
Works w/ Racer
They ride with Racers naturally, keeping an eye out on a small laptop wired to the Brain's computer. Keeping a clean easy get away every time. They specialize in all kinds of things that blow up and love the thrill of the chase. They look like normal people usually, some of them can look like sketchy druggies though. They tend to carry explosives on them or means of making explosives. They have their phone or laptop wired to the city to make things go exactly the way they want them to when in a chase. They can even force a helicopter to stop working.


Racers
Works w/ Smoker
They are the getaway drivers, the daredevils, the ones that are a bit complicated to talk to. Like a kid on coffee, they can't sit still when they see a nice car to steal. Look and act like normal people, to a point, until there's an easy robbery to be done, easy sell - easy money to be made. Racers most generally steal from everyone and anyone, they're the ones with the sticky fingers, the ones with the tools to unlock locks and hotwire just about anything. They often steal cars than sell them on the black market. They don't need contacts, they're just bad kids making quick money. But, they do get assignments from the Brains if they need to help out someone, like a protector or a shadow, they can show up to help them escape from a scene quickly.


Cleaners
Usually covered as some form of law enforcement or medical field worker. They make sure when lines are cut and people are killed that someone gets pinned for the blame, usually killing two birds in one stone as the people usually pinned with murder are people who've pissed off someone higher up. When a murder isn't able to be pinned they usually make it a cold case. Change the cause of death. They don't sever ties, that's the job of shadows and protectors, they're the ones who singe the frayed ends and close off any gaps or misplaced steps.


Sweet Treats
Works with anyone, usually mentor though
Sweet Treats are kids under sixteen, usually between eight and sixteen, depending on what they can do, they might get picked up at six instead. They're kidnapped young for two weeks and the details are explained. If they disagree they are killed or pawned off to the black market. If they at any point attempt to contact authorities or tell their parents or friends about the unseen world, they are apprehended and killed or their whole family is killed within the night. Anyone who knows without authorization is killed. Sweet Treats bounce between classes but normally stick to their mentors as they were handpicked by that person to be apart of their class. However, if they are seen to be better at a different class they are assigned to a different mentor or a different class if close to sixteen or "assignment age".​

 

[NeonRain]

Response Rules: One response per rotation, rotation re-starts when I respond. This is so everyone can reply without being left behind due to time-zone restrictions.

City/Setting: New York City+Surrounding Areas, Late Spring-Early Summer, School is out of sesson, and its Saturday

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A soft beep came from Clover's watch as 6:00 am rolled around. She didn't have to turn around to see the sun looming over the damp cityscape, it had stopped raining an hour or so ago. Clover herself had been up since 4:30 am, having been woken up to do her job, one of the Brain's in the city tipped them off about a celebrity who had been spotted going into a small inn with prostitutes. Because Clover had asked the Brain to tip her off about certain celebrities, she jumped on the option to get this scum bag a picture perfect shot. She enjoyed funneling gossip to social media and being up close and personal to such tea, oh she loved being the one to spill it. She had left a note for one of her trusted neighbors that she was gone, and if she stayed gone past 8:00 am that she would appreciate if they went in her house and fed her dog before taking him for his morning walk.

Carefully perched on the edge of a building, both legs dangling off the edge as she held her camera carefully, the safety strap around her neck to keep her camera from falling a few stories to its death. Her camera had an expensive 200-500mm f/5.6E ED VR Super Telephoto Zoom Lens on it, a good $1,400 out of pocket. It captured some pretty amazing pictures at some great distances, and with a distance like this, with an angle like this, she was so happy she had bought this lens. She started to watch the curtains of the room the celebrity had rented, more intensely, he was likely to come out at any moment as she knew he had to be at his next film shoot in twenty or so minutes. The shoot was clear across the city, so he was definitely not going to make it and she was hoping to catch him trying to get dressed while sprinting to his car. It certainly would be a sight. For now, she had to wait. Clover was wearing a green teeshirt with, a slightly different shade of green, four leaf clovers on it, as well as a black leather cropped jacket with studs along the collar. She also had on some skinny jeans and ankle boots, her hair was pulled into a side braid, with a dark green newsboy cap.

***

Austin had initially been planning to sleep in, today being his off day at his day job and he hadn't had an interrogation in a hot moment. But, such is life, he had been called in to assist in emergency surgery. He was not rushing around to get dressed, grabbing his bag of "work" clothes, just in case he needed to beat someone's head in later today. He had taken a shower and gotten dressed in maybe twenty minutes, and was now in his car, trying to get to the hospital. It may be a pathetic cover job to keep the sheeple from knowing what his real occupation was, but he had to be vigilant in getting there, after all, someone needed Dr.Kimberstone and he'd be damned if they died without him being in the room to watch it all happen. Okay, maybe he wanted to help them just a little. Not enough to actually care much though. He huffed to himself while staring at the tail-lights to the car in front of him, morning traffic was likely to pick up even more now, but all he had to do was make a left turn and drive a few blocks and he'd be there. This is why he preferred the suburbs. Less traffic, less noise, and fewer things to piss him off in general. Austin growled to himself, this was one hell of a way to start off Saturday morning.

As if feeling his frustration a ping came from his phone. Someone had texted him, this early in the morning. There was only one person who would be texting him at all, if not a Brain. He leaned over to the passenger seat and fished out his phone, reading the text that had come in. He had two tones set on his phone, one for normal people, and one specifically sat for Scott. The special ping was Scott, and Austin knew it. He read over the text, and then he groaned. Right, they needed to meet up today and he had to mentor and all that. He sighed and looked the text over once more, glancing about at the traffic block and grumbling before responding to the text. He explained carefully that he was actually going to be busy until at least ten. But they'd meet up at the mall in their usual spot around eleven or noon, and that Austin would contact him again if anything changes.

***

Giichi had woken up early with his sister, at 5:00 am, and the two began their morning run about ten minutes later. They made it back home by 5:37 am and Giichi went to the kitchen to make breakfast. For breakfast, he was making scrambled eggs, fried veggies, some tofu, and rice, and he had decided to make some fresh squeezed orange juice. All of this was done while his sister taken a shower and then cleaned up their bedroom, putting up their futons and bedding up in their drawers before setting it up as a yoga room. The two ate breakfast and Giichi took a shower while his sister used the bedroom for morning yoga. This was their everyday morning routine. As Giichi left the shower he sent a text to his friend, Monnie, to see if she had slept past her alarm again. She usually always did. He had only known her for a short time and he already felt that they were close friends, and he knew that she was likely to be asleep still. After texting Monnie he got dressed in his outfit for the day. He had decided on a white V-neck shirt that was one size too small so it was tight and showed off his muscles, he had a red and black flannel overtop with rolled sleeves to go for a casual look, and he wore black skinny jeans with ripped knees. He looked like a full course meal if he did say so himself.

After getting dressed he went to the kitchen once more so he could take care of the dirty dishes, and prepare some veggies for his pet bunny Lenny, who was probably still asleep himself. He groaned as he heard his sister call out to him from her day-office, but no reply was actually given to what she had said. A soft hum came from the man's lips, something his mother used to sing to his sister and him when they were younger. After swiping all the veggies into a little bowl he picked up his phone and sent another text to his pink-haired friend. He wasn't sure how late she stayed up, there were some nights he'd show up to picker her up for the day and she'd be wide awake, jacked up on coffee and running on no sleep at all. He hated those days. As if the girl wasn't a hand full to begin with, when she was on caffeine she would talk faster and she seemed like she was going to bounce off the walls and gain enough energy to go to the moon and blow it up. The hum from Giichi continued as he headed to the living room area to fetch his pet. They had agreed to set Lenny's cage on a side table, it sat against a window and gave the rabbit a beautiful view of the sunset. Giichi opened the little cage and began to feed his cute tiny rabbit, he swears he loves this thing too much for his own good.

***

Chouko had tried to turn the alarm off to hopefully skip the morning run, but like clockwork, her brother was up. So, Chouko had taken a selfie and posted it to twitter with the caption |"He gets up even without an alarm"|, and several crying emoji's following the caption. And so their morning routine continued like any other day. After her morning yoga, she had put the yoga mat and exercise ball up before she started to set up the room as a little office, pulling her laptop out of a storage area and setting it up happily. The rolling chair was able to be retrieved from the living room and brought to the bedroom which was now her office for the day. "GiichiKun!" She called out of the open bedroom door. "Don't forget, mama and papa are coming over for dinner tonight. Don't make me make an excuse up again!" She hollered and heard a groan from the kitchen as her brother chopped away at fresh veggies, the lack of response told her he understood and would not be missing it tonight, least not if he could avoid skipping. She knew he didn't mean to, he had jobs to do, and their parents weren't apart of this, so they knew they had to keep it from them. Chouko had to remind herself it was to protect them, anyone who wasn't apart of the society that found out was usually killed, or something worse happened to them. She didn't want to think about their parents falling victim to a Shadow or a Breaker, or even an Assassin. Heck, she wouldn't want them vanishing without a trace either, she knew that if something happened to her parents pertaining the secret world, a different Brain would be responsible from burying the info and keeping it from her.

Speaking of Brains, she decided to start the day by looking over new possible assignments and sending a few out, when her brother got ready to leave she'd likely go out to get coffee while walking her cat, and then she'd check the mail, before returning to the apartment. She was expecting a new hoodie in the mail today. Before she got too far into sending out new assignments she decided to take to her twitter, yet again, stating the day had just begun and she already had to make so many choices. She then added a poll asking what she should so for makeup today, bold and daring or subtle and relaxed, she apparently needed help choosing today. It wasn't unusual for her to ask her followers to assist in making decisions, she liked that they were so active in her everyday life. As for her outfit, well, she was planning on some leggings and a tee like usual for her, nothing too flashy either. Although, most of her clothing did sport some sort of cute animal, or some reference to an anime, manga, videogame or even a cartoon. To others, she looked like a nerd, and if you didn't know she was Japanese you'd probably think she's a weeaboo, but, she doesn't really care much for any of that nonsense. Now she was starting to wonder what she should do with her hair today... So many choices.

***

Thaddeus had a nightmare around 3:00 am, something to do with screaming. He wasn't quite sure. So, he had gone to his brother's room and crawled in bed with him. It wasn't the first time this had happened, maybe the first time in months, but not the first time all together. The boy had curled up with his brother and fallen asleep shortly after. He didn't wake again until their mother came in around 6:00 am to wake them for breakfast. Despite school being out, and it being a Saturday, she insisted they keep a normal sleep schedule, and so the two were coaxed out of bed by the promise of pancakes, eggs and bacon. Thaddeus was wearing his signature pajamas, or at least that's what his brother called them, they were a pale blue color with cute little sheeps on them.

Thaddeus was the first of the two to arrive at the table, his hair ruffled by their father's big hand and the small boy gave a loving sleepy smile. "Morning dad, anything interesting in the funny's today?" He asked with a soft yawn following his question. The man answered his question with a nod, his mouth full of toast, as he handed the funny's over and pointed to one of the comics with a playful smile growing on his face. Thaddeus looked at the paper happily and giggled as he read over the comic his sleepy state was pretty easily amused. "How do they come up with this stuff?" He asked while humming happily, he began looking through the rest of the comics with amusement, his hunger momentarily diverted entirely as his attention was solely on the comics, and not on the plate that had been sat in front of him. Unlike his brother, he had been instructed specifically to never contact his mentor, Poison Apple was rather strict with him, he wasn't allowed to know her real name or her personal life. He suspected it was because she didn't want to get close, and for now he was going to respect that. She was kinda scary anyway, in the face area mostly. Whenever she decides to tell him about how she got those burns, he hopes its and fight of epic proportions with a twist ending or something like that. Like from a comic or a book.

***

Scott was groggily awoken at god knows when by his brother, and went back to sleep shortly after his brother got in bed with him. He slept like a rock, arms around his brother tightly as he snoozed away for about three hours. He whined when their mom came in to wake him up. He was tempted to stay in bed, even after his mother and brother had left his room. He hummed a bit to himself as his phone dinged, and looking at it, it was a twitter notification. One of the girls he followed on Twitter, a blogger that he adored, had made her second post for the day. He decided to participate in the poll, bold and daring was his personal favorite look for her, especially if she curled her hair too. He was following this girl, as well as a few others, on Twitter and their Instagram. He really liked to see what their days were like, and whenever asked why he followed them he usually replied that it was some sort of experiment to try and understand women better. Really, it was just because they were pretty to him and he was fanboy twat.

Scott then got up and stretched, unplugging his phone and heading to the bathroom to do his morning business. He sent a quick encrypted text to Austin to see when they were supposed to meet up today. After all of that, he headed downstairs and joined his parents and brother in the kitchen/dining room combo. He smiled to see his brother ignoring the food, reading his comics, while their father caught up on the local news via the newspaper. "Mornin' dad." He said and smiled to his mom as she sat a plate down in front of him, as he sat down. "Thanks, momma." He said while humming in delight at the food, he didn't even need to put it in his mouth to know this was going to be delicious. He drenched his pancakes and eggs in syrup and started to scarf his food, so happy he got out of bed now. Scott looked to his phone a moment to read to return text from Austin, and then he promptly put it away before continuing to practically inhale his food.

***

Monica had indeed slept through her alarm again, she was so tired. She didn't mean to sleep through alarms, it's just that she stayed up so late! She would stay up tinkering on new explosives, and recently she had gotten her hands on some really fine explosive powder, military grade stuff, and she really wanted to work on a new toy to play with. She had passed out while working on it, however, and was now slouched over on her workbench, which was actually just her coffee table. One of her hands dangled over her face, that laid with cheek on the table, as her arm wrapped around her head some. The other hand was in her lap, holding a sautering tool in it ever so loosely. Her pink hair was pulled into a loose bun and her lips twitched as she snored and drooled, the only sound aside from her snoring was the constant commotion coming from her laptop, which was facing her, and playing episodes from an anime Giichi had recommended to her.

Monica started to stir at the text that alerted her phone and caused it to play out her ringtone for texts, it was just an annoying jingle she liked. The jingle went on for a few moments before falling silent, and then playing again as another text came through. She grumbled some, brows furrowing as she tried to keep herself from waking up, it was far too early. Or at least, it was too early for her to wake. She couldn't even remember what time she conked out, it had to have been after 4:00 am though, she knows that much, and despite not having looked at the time, she knows for sure Giichi woke up way too early for her tastes, so she assumed it had to be after 6:00 am now. Groaning some she moved her head, hand falling flat against the table and no longer hovering over her face. She patted around some for her phone and brought it to her face before her eyes fluttered open to read the texts. The one that bothered her the most was the most recent one. 'Be there by 7'. She sat up some, yawned and smiled softly while sending a thumbs up. Dropping the tool where it was, on the floor/in her lap, she shut her laptop and got off the floor so she could begin getting ready, mostly she needed to eat and bathe, makeup could be done in the car. A change of clothes was going to be interesting, she wasn't quite sure what she was going to wear today. Something awesome no doubt, and pastel, and probably littered with holes and smelling like gunpowder.​

 

[Solirus]

As the sun entered the bedroom, Dmitry began opening his eyes and eventually got off the bed. Before heading to the kitchen to prepare his own breakfast he fixed his bed as he was taught harshly by his mother to always do and even when she was dead he couldn’t help it. As Dmitry finished up fixing the bed he began heading to the kitchen and pondered on what he should have for breakfast, he went straight for the fridge and opened it, a smile grew on his face as he pulled out the necessary ingredients to cook on of his favorite breakfasts: A Bliny. It was one of his favorites, especially when mama taught him how to do it. It was simply pancakes or russian pancakes for any foreigners, but as any other food from any other country, they were different.

Dmitry began mixing all the ingredients necessary to prepare the mix for the bliny, he began placing a bit of the mix into a frying pan to begin cooking the actual blinys. He waited patiently to cook each bliny equally on each side and removing carefully into his plate. Once he felt he had enough blinys he stored the mix inside the fridge and placed the plate on the table. He walked back to grab some honey and milk so he may be able to enjoy his breakfast to the fullest.

After having thoroughly enjoyed his breakfast Dmitry put his plates in the dishwasher and checked his phone for any potential assignments for him, it was unlikely for Dmitry to get any assignments and even at this time of the day, but he always liked checking, just in case he really received any. He put his phone away and put on his coat as he also worked as a pharmacist in saturdays. He prepared everything he needed for the day on his bag, left his apartment locking the door and making his way to work by walking as he didn’t enjoy going inside cars.

 

[Xeal209]

Jason woke up right at around 6am thanks to the classic obnoxious alarm clock he decided to keep as a joke. One thing he liked about his job as that he doesn't need to be there as early as the others who probably woke up a few hours before he did. The restaurant opens from 8am to 8pm every day so amused, as usual, knowing all the prep cooks and some of the line cooks were already there getting the day started. He sat up to find his cat curled up against his leg and reached over to pet Zeke for a bit. Took about 10 minutes before he decided to get up and take his shower, by the time he's done and ready, he had about 30 minutes left to kill before he actually needed to make his way over. He hadn't eaten yet so he decided breakfast would probably a good idea. After thinking about it briefly, he decided to go with the Japanese side of him today, serving up a bowl of steamed rice, some seared tuna, and a bowl of miso soup. He brushed his teeth, fed the cat, and finally left his apartment to start the day. He wasn't worried about the cat crapping somewhere because housekeeping usually arrives shortly after he leaves and takes care of that among other things. He lives in an almost luxurious high rise apartment here in New York City and takes the subway most of the way to the restaurant, walking the rest of it. Usually takes about 20 minutes to make the trip. He has a car, but it's usually more for his assassination contracts. He lives in New York and prefers to experience it off the job, his real job anyway, the one paying for this apartment that isn't normally possible on a chef's salary.

He arrived with about 10 minutes before opening and made his way to the locker room where his kitchen uniform would be washed and ready. Standard chef whites, a black apron, a black cap, and some black pants. Now dressed, he spent the last few minutes walking around the kitchen to make sure everything is in order before taking his post. he checks his phone for contracts real quick and shifts it to silent before tucking it into his pocket, if he hadn't already gotten an assignment by now, they know to send Camila if he does get one because he seldom checks his phone on the job. The first ticket is brought in by the wait staff a few minutes after opening. After clearing his throat, he yelled it out with the usual commanding tone "Table 6 for 2! One French omelette! One fruit crepe! Heard?!" to which all the cooks respond "Heard! one omelette! one fruit crepe!" and those with a part in this order got started. It's going to be a classic french omelette served over some fried rice with a demi glace based sauce and the crepe is just two French crepes with diced assorted fruit. While that's going on, ticket number two came in and he calls out that order as well. As breakfast goes on, the prep cooks hurried around to get stuff washed and sanitized so they could begin prepping for when they switch to the lunch menu in a few hours.

 

[Dark lord steel]

Lileath stretched as she woke up, looking at the man reading in a chair by her tall windows. The early morning light played across his face as the cream curtains were pulled open, and he gestured to a drink at her side table without looking up. Sipping the refreshing liquid, she allowed herself to come to her senses slightly, the silk sheets rustling as she sat up. She'd long given up being embarrassed that he was sometimes there when she woke up, as she knew that even if she told him to stop, he'd then make a point of it to exert his control over her. Before asking if there was any work today, she evaluated his expression to try and gauze his mood, which wasn't usually easy unless he was being smug or he was furiously angry.

"Not yet." Abroynn replied smoothly, one of his legs crossed over the other as he finally looked up. "But I have an errand I'd like you to run."

Explaining the errand as she got ready, she agreed to run it for him personally. Not that she had much choice, but if it was really insignificant he didn't mind if she shoehorned it onto someone else. She often chose not to however, lest she outlive her usefulness to him. Also, she felt a weird sense of empowerment from following his orders: out of all the people he could get to handle his sensitive information, he often got her to do it, but she wasn't naive enough to not recognize that he was - for the most part - using her. But what was new? People used each other all the time, and she couldn't deny that the contracts, properties, cars, and protection weren't a pretty prize for her obedience, because they certainly were. And given the horror stories that she heard off some previous sweet treats, the things her mentor had got her doing - although extreme at times - weren't as bad as they could've been.

Several hours later, just as the city was beginning to fully awaken, Lileath walked out of her mentors manor. To most people, it was just another one of those posh rich people houses in a good neighbourhood away from everyone else, but a few knew the truth. The higher ups in their group obviously knew, as did a few of the brains in order to prevent any police from sniffing around. Not that anything was particularly suspicious about the manor, unless you counted the concealed weapons in every room and the dungeon in the cellar. To an outsider however, none of this was noticeable, which was useful considering the amount of guests that filed in, whether that be clients or associates.

Climbing into a black car, a servant drove her to the bank as she received the extra information she needed via her phone. It was a shame there weren't any assignments to be completed, but still, at least it allowed for some shopping. If you're going to kill people for a job you might as well look good while doing it.

 

[Apbuggy]

It was 6:30 AM. The default sound of Mars' alarm played, as he stretched and slowly got up. He took heated a pot of water over the stove and took a warm shower as he waited for it to boil. He didn't take an excessive amount of time in the shower, as by the time he was done, the water began to boil. He quickly made his way back to the kitchen after drying him self off with a towel and tying it around his waist as he poured the boiling water into a cup of instant ramen. He then got dressed and freshened up, waiting for his breakfast to cool. He then grabbed his ramen and slowly ate it as he browsed a few websites. By the time he left the house, it was a quarter past seven. He currently worked at a restaurant, but he had time to kill before his shift at 11.

He walked down a few busy watching dogs leading their owners and children galloping around on their walk to school. The streets were flooded, so waiting to cross them took forever. Mars used this time for his photography. While street photography wasn't his favorite genre by any means, it was always nice to expand his collection. He took pictures for about an hour and a half before he put his camera back into it's bag and headed home. He then changed into his work clothes and headed to the restaurant. He clocked in right at 11 and began the daily grind.

 

[Pik]

Scarlett woke up that morning like any other normal girl her age, lazily turning off her alarm and slowly getting out of bed to her rather nice looking but messy apartment. The room was littered with photos, papers and other important documents from her work with the unseen world. Scarlett would strip off her clothes and throws them into a pile at the other side of the room and steps into her bathroom too freshen up. She would come out minutes later grabbing one of her usual outfits out of the closet and gets dressed and then pulls out a thing of cereal eat as she connects to groups chat on her laptop. "Guys I'm bored give me someone too spy on already." She would type into the chat feeling a bit impatient for new work too come, shes been dyeing too try out some of the new upgrades too her camera after all.

 

[NewAgeBlack]

Awakening to the sound of his favorite radio station, Kyle arose from his bed and groggily glanced at the clock. 10:30 AM. Due to his nightly activities he'd usually get up a bit later, at about noon. His main occupation as a nightclub owner, not to mention his other 'activities', made it so that he needed to be out and about until at least 5 am. Conveniently, that was when his "shift" of watching over the city was over too. He judged that one or two of the other brains of this town got up around this time. As much as Kyle wanted to sleep in, today was a busy day. "Lot of errands to run. Might have to skip the usual routine", Kyle hummed to himself as he stepped into the shower. Music played throughout the apartment as he went got ready for the day. About 10 minutes passed and as he stepped out and prepared to iron his clothes, his phone began to ring. "Hel-" His greeting was cut off by his ear being assaulted by the sound of a young girl screaming at him. "Rose is this about that streamer again?" Kyle said as he tilted his head away from the phone as more screaming happened, continuing to iron his clothes. "Don't get mad about me not picking up, sweetheart. You know I need my beauty sleep. I'll swing by to pick you up for your training at around 3:30, maybe 4. Bye."


Kyle sighed to himself. His adorable little protégé was getting worked up over a boy she was stalking. "I guess she is at that age", he mused to himself. "I'd ask the other one for advise, but she'd just make things worse." She had apparently hacked into his phone and caught him watching one of ChoBuns' streams. He didn't exactly have the heart to tell Rose that she was a part of the Unseen, though he was sure she could infer that on her own. There were times where she expressed frustration to him about having no luck in trying to hack her. These attempts usually led to him profusely apologizing to "Thunder", though it had become a routine thing by now. He had regrets about not being able to get his hands on her when she was still a new recruit, he considered her to be very talented, but such is life. After getting dressed, he looked at his phone for any new messages, he saw Scar's request for a job. Quite the enthusiastic worker. "Hello News Girl! Ouroboros here! I may have a job for you later today. I'll keep you posted in the meantime!" He messaged to her. Smiling to himself, he stepped out of his apartment and drove off. He had someone to meet after all.

 

[NeonRain]

Colver waited, and smirked as the celebrity came out of the motel/inn, and with a solicited guest. She snapped some high-quality photos, some of the two chatting, and the celeb buttoning his shirt and pants up, and a few good shots of the two exchanging info for a meetup later. Oh, this was good. Almost too good. She snickered some as she got up from her perch and headed back to the stairs to the building, so she could leave. After getting out of the building, she headed directly for the news station she always gave this celeb gossip stuff to. She knew one of the newswomen and they had a deal about how many pictures Clover could bring and how much she'd get paid. Clover drove a dark green motorcycle and wore a helmet that matched.

After turning the SD card into her news friend she was informed that the dirty laundry would be aired shortly. That made her grin. She headed off after that, stopping at a park, buying a hotdog from a vendor, and taking a stroll around the park. The park was full of people, and Clover was just interested in waiting out the time for the tea to be spilled. After a short walk, the hotdog was gone and the blonde woman sat on an empty park bench, pulling her phone out to look at the time and pull up the news feed on her phone, they'd be going live soon. She couldn't wait. This was going to be juicy indeed, especially because said celeb was supposed to be engaged. Gossip was fun to throw about. She then decided to send a quick text to her little Sweet Treat, the boy needed to learn how to use a camera better, especially if he was to take after her. The text merely gave him a location, which meant he needed to get his butt in gear, now, Clover wasn't one to keep waiting for long.

***

Austin eventually had made it to the hospital and parked in the parking garage, before heading inside and checking his watch. Still good timing, even for that traffic jam. After that once turn he needed to make everything was smooth sailing from there. He rushed inside the building and right to the front desk, checking in and asking where the patient was. Waiting for him in surgery, so he headed there, rushing off to get in there and take over for one of his co-workers who had to try and cover for him while he was stuck in traffic. Thankfully Austin had a fairly wide stride, and getting around the hospital was a breeze. Once he got into the room he put on a gown, backward of course, and then asked for a briefing on how far they've gotten without him. Not far apparently. Two of the nurses in there helped him get situated before he took over and got to work.

The surgery was a breeze, there wasn't anything that went wrong that he knew of. It's true something could have happened, but that's why he was one of the best doctors, he was very attentive to his patients, especially fresh out of surgery of any kind. He always checked on them, checking for signs of problems. Usually, there weren't any problems, but sometimes there were one or two cases were stitches didn't hold or something wasn't being accepted by the patient's body, and because of his attentiveness, he was able to catch it before it was too late. It still made him laugh at times, that he could seem so caring to his patients, that he was held in such high regard to the normal people, and yet. He could just as easily be called in to beat the crap outta them, break their bones, drag out every last breath until they gave in to what he needed. But here he was, saving a life on his day off. Just every day for a doctor he supposed, it was rare he wasn't called in at least once on a day off.

***

Giichi spent some time with his little bunny Lenny. "Hey Chochan, can you take Lenny out today on your walk?" He asked while his fingers worked themselves into the tiny rodent's fur, making the bunny happy as it nibbled at the little bowl of veggies Giichi had brought it. He hummed some and snickered at his sister's response. "Just don't lose him alright." He stated before kissing the bunny on its head, he then put him back in his cage and stretched, heading to the apartment door. He slipped on some shoes and looked in the direction of the bedroom/day office. "I'm gonna pick up Sparkler, send me our first assignment alright?" He called out and this time he didn't wait for her reply, he just walked out. Outside their apartment was parked a 1970's Ford Mustang, painted black with green and blue flames running down the sides of the car and up the hood. It was customized to his liking, with leather interior and it was so clean it was unreal. It had some undercarriage lights that were green, and a little hula girl on the dash that he swore up and down looked like his sister. He even had her picture in the car, or rather a picture of them together when they were younger, one their mother had taken, and to be honest the picture could easily be mistaken for his children.

After getting in his car Giichi made quick work of getting to Monnie's apartment, and he stepped out of the car to toss rocks at her window, or more precisely, her bathroom window. The woman leaned out of the window after opening it, wet pink hair hanging in clumps as she squinted in the light. She looked at him and waved him up before closing the window and disappearing from sight. With that Giichi went inside, heading up to her apartment and walking in. "Yo Monnie, you even dressed yet?" He called out, it was odd to him that this girl could run on little sleep, but then again he's seen his sister stay up on her own laptop for several days at a time and still have enough energy to go out for morning coffee. Crazy women, how did his mother ever expect him to marry when he knew women could be so odd.

***

Chouko stopped looking at her phone when a ping came through to her laptop. She read through the message from New Girl, and the responding message from another Brain. She didn't often talk to Brains directly, but she has talked to a few, Ouroboros being one of them. Mostly because of his sweet treat trying to come after her, which she didn't mind any, she found it to be amusing that the young girl tried to hack her so often. It was good practice for the girl, in honesty, and Chouko liked that it happened so often because it allowed her to brush up on her own tactics and to make sure her firewalls were still impenetrable. When her brother called out she glanced to the open doorway. "Ah - Why do I get to deal with your rabbit?! Take care of him yourself Giichikun!" She huffed and grumbled at her brother's response to what she had said. "Rude." She stated to herself and looked back to her phone, eyeing the polls as the responses from her fans came in. "Alright, be safe out there. And don't skip dinner with our parents Giichi!" she called out, but it was too late, her brother had gone. She grumbled and sent him what she had said but in a text instead. She didn't want to be the only one being lectured about being single, again. Their mother sure knew how to beat a dead horse, and the horse was the subject of marriage. It seemed like it was all she talked about when she was over.

Chouko sighed some and got up, changing into a baggy sweater shirt/crop top, it was grey with a thick pink stripe across the chest, and on the thick stripe it read "I'm A Luxury" on the front, and on the back, it said, "Few Can Afford" both written in thick white letters. She also put on some high rise skinny jeans that had holes down the legs. She had decided on this outfit since the polls were leaning pretty heavy to the casual and relaxed makeup. So, that's what she went to the bathroom to do. She put on some light casual makeup, just a smokey eye and some eyeliner, and a little lipgloss, and then she curled her hair and put it into a loose side bun. She took a selfie and posted it to twitter for all of her lovely followers to see her outfit for the day. And after all that, she went to grab her cat, and put her into her harness, and attached a leash. Once her cat was on a leash she put a fanny pack on and put the little bunny in it so he could stay safe while she walked. After all that she headed outside, heading for morning coffee at her daily destination, her friend's restaurant.

***

Thaddeus had eventually gotten into eating his food, having read all the funnies and passed them off to their father once more. He grinned as their mother joined them at the table with her own plate, finally. "Thanks for breakfast momma!" He grinned and continued to stuff his face. The reason it had taken her a moment to join is that for her and Scotty both she had to make a different set of pancakes, the batter was different because it had no dairy in their batter. Thaddeus ate the pancakes that had dairy in them, as their father did. He stopped a moment as his flip-phone went off, his parents were firm believers that the children weren't allowed to have smartphones until they were fourteen. He skimmed the text and sat the phone back on the table, closed. He quickly swallowed as much of his food as he could before looking to their father.

"Father, may I be excused?" When their father asked why he smiled some. "I promised a friend I'd meet them at the park today. I won't be out late, promise!" He said with a grin and the parents glanced to each other before nodding, excusing him from the table. And just like that, Thaddeus took off, setting his dirty and empty plate in the sink before running back up to his room and getting dressed. He always wore cute pastel shirts and sweaters, but he chose a shirt today since it was getting warmer out. The design on it was a cute teddy bear, and he wore some jeans with cuffed pant legs, and some colorful socks and his sneakers. He then grabbed his backpack, which had a cheap camera in it, a present from Clover, and an extra battery for it, already all charged up. And with that, he was heading out of the door. "Bye mother, bye father, bye Scotty. Love you all!" He shouted while closing the front door behind him and running off to meet Clover.

***

Scott read the text from Austin over, well, that meant he was free until Austin got done with whatever he was doing. So. What to do? He watched his brother run off quickly, and Scott himself took his time to eat, be excused, and put his plate up. He kissed his mother's cheek before thanking her once more and heading upstairs to get dressed. He didn't have any real plans for the day. He hummed a bit and looked at his phone as a twitter notification came in. He adored her daily outfits, and he had seen her wear something similar to this one before, so he saved the picture, like he did with the others, and put it in the folder labeled after her. "I bet she'll have her normal coffee at that restaurant she likes so much..." He hummed, it was too far from his own house to walk, and he was sure they wouldn't allow him in any way. He huffed some and tried to think of a way to spend his time constructively while waiting on Austin.

Scott got dressed in his usual, some khakis, a white button up, and a sweater over top, along with a jacket of sorts. He likes to dress nicely, and his dressed up formal wear was much more dapper than his casual too. He supposed he learned this from his father. He slipped on some comfortable but acceptable looking shoes before heading out of the house, saying goodbye to his parents, and his father especially as he was heading to work soon and his mother had another hour before work. He put some earbuds in and headed off, to where he wasn't sure. Probably the store, maybe he'd buy something. He didn't have a lot of friends his own age, mostly because he had other things to do than be a kid. He stopped momentarily outside a music store, and deciding to bite he went inside. Maybe he'd buy a CD or two to download to his computer back at home.

***

Monica hadn't even made it into the shower for very long when the rocks hit her window. She opened it and motioned Giichi to come in. Once she got back in the shower, she started to finish up quickly. Giichi wasted no time in coming into her apartment and calling out from the living room. "Not yet, I'm not even done bathing yet you asshole." She stated calmly and after hopping out she dried off the best she could as quick as she could, and brushed her wet hair, then pulled her robe around her while heading to her room to change. "Careful Giichi, if you see anything you'll have to pay." She teased, and he laughed with her at her own stupid joke. Once dressed she grabbed her duffle bag and laptop. "Ready to get out of here?" She grinned and as he nodded and headed out, she followed. After getting in the car she started to put makeup on. Just like every day she was dressed in some pastel punk outfit that she thought was adorable.

After driving for a bit she looked to her phone at a few assignments they got. "Alrighty, got a few things we gotta do. Need to pick up someone first off." She said and tossed her phone to Giichi, who looked at it while driving and then tossing it back. They swerved and suddenly they were on the course to get to whoever needed a ride, it was just another agent, someone who had likely finished a job recently and needed a lift to either another job or a lift to someplace close to their own house so they could go home. Monica was unfazed by all the shifting of the car while they drove, she didn't have a seatbelt on and was trying to apply makeup, which she was actually doing pretty well. "Hopefully we'll be told to make something blow up today." She grinned warmly and Giichi snickered at what she said. Monica looked around for her phone then sighed. "Giichi, phone plese." She stated and he patted himself a bit before tossing it back once more. She was used to his sticky fingers.​

 

[Abendrot]

Victor

"Look, Vic. It's just a temporary thing."

"It's three years, Jen." said Vic.

"Like I said, Vic. Temporary," Jen said, "at least until the kid turns 16."

Victor sighed. "I got nothing against the kid, but I'm not going to babysit some street kid who's going to stir up nothing but trouble for me..."He trailed off as he realized what he was saying. People used to say the same exact thing about him. He grew up on the streets, calling a gang family, and the roadways of LA his playground. But the Society found him and made him stronger. Sharper. Smarter. They were the reason he became the man he is today.

"You were saying, Vic?" Jen said with an innocent look on her face that was betrayed by the sparkle in her eyes, "something about an unruly kid...?"

"Yeah, yeah," he said, "you've made your point. I'll keep the damn kid if the Brains insist."

"Thanks," she said, almost a whisper, "for thinking about it, at least."

Joe caught their attention from behind the bar with a wave of his hand, and slid a couple of plates of steaming food down the polished surface of the oaken bar. He added a couple glasses of scotch, and Vic's stomach made an unhappy noise, almost as empty as his wallet. He would never have been able to afford lunch today had Jen not offered to buy.

"Hell of a commitment they've pushed on us." Victor said to the plate.

"I know."

“Whatever kid we get -- they’re not gonna be a normal kid, you know? Shit they get put through, it fucks them up.”

“Well, one of us has to deal with one of those fucked-up kids on a daily basis, remember?”

"Careful, Jen."

A knock came at the door, catching Victor's attention. As soon as he heard the door close behind them, he damn near broke out in cold sweats. The go-between they had spoken to just two weeks ago stood beside the door, one hand on the shoulder of a skinny, tawny-haired boy -- 11 or 12 tops, he thought, too young to be wearing the world-weary, annoyed expression he had on.

"You gotta be fuckin' kidding me," whispered Vic.

Jen blinked with surprise. "Looks like the Brains sent him in a day early," she said, "Of course they would. I should've seen this coming."

“Howdy, Vic,” the messenger said, before spotting Jen and giving her a small smile. "This is Ilya."

mentions: || with: Jen, Ilya || location: Joe's Pub & Grill​

codedbycrucialstar | hidden scroll​

 

[Xeal209]

Jason has known Chouko for a while, like thirteen or so years now. He has an arrangement with the front of the house where they call him out to help Chouko whenever she shows up. Part of it is because she's the brain he gets most of his contracts from, part because she never leaves the apartment, and part because she's a friend. He would rather make sure she gets the best she can. Breakfast continues on with Jason receiving tickets, handling problems in the front, and barking orders to the folks on the line. The prep cooks would begin getting stuff ready for lunch which starts at 11am. The guy in the dish room washing plates and glasses is blasting some Two Steps From Hell, making their washing seem like a an epic battle in a fantasy film. It's sometime after 9am when Jason would be informed by the Hostess that Chouko has arrived and has been seated, a surprise, but maybe she has something for him today.

He grabs one of the prep cooks who shows a lot of interest in this position, gives them a quick rundown and a few tips before making his way out of the kitchen, praying it doesn't turn into a dumpster fire in his absence. He takes the apron off and hangs that up on his way out, making his way into the kitchen wearing the chef whites and some black pants, finding where Chouko is seated and makes his way over. "Well, well. What needed to happen in order to make you leave the apartment, Chouko?" he chuckles as he approaches from behind, walking up to a seat at her table "Mind if I sit?" she probably doesn't mind, but it's not considered professional for staff to be sitting around and being lazy, at least in front of guests, but it's breakfast, not all that many people in here right now. "How's it going? You got something for me or just coming for coffee?"

He knows Chouko doesn't really like all the murder stuff, which is unfortunate given his occupation in the unseen world. He is grateful that she manages to suck it up and give him work anyway, and truth be told, he's kind of hoping she has something for him. It's been a good few days since he had a contract and gives him an excuse to leave. He likes food, but the restaurant is routine, which gets boring. same thing every time, walk in, make sure people have their shit together, and start barking out orders. He hardly ever gets to actually cook anything here which is the downside to moving up. He's not the executive chef, although he SHOULD technically own the place since it belonged to his dad, but his position is high enough to require more managing than anything else. At least his job as an assassin is a bit more exciting. He prefers kills at range, either with a sniper or silenced pistol (mostly pistol), but he isn't against getting close to learn someones routine and completing the job somewhere along their path.

 

[Solirus]

A couple minutes have passed and dmitry was calmly making his way towards the hospital where the pharmacy was located. The day was refreshing and relaxing enough that Dmitry didn’t have to get a taxi or use the subway station, he disliked being cramped up in there and taxis normally played music which genuinely displeased him so he always preferred walking as it also helped him with cardio, not like it was necessary, but it’s always nice to take a walk in such a beautiful day.

As Dmitry kept walking he checked his phone to see if he had received any new notifications, as he usually did and checking the time he realised that he had to work at the afternoon shift in saturday. How SILLY of him to forget such a detail. With that in mind he felt annoyed at the fact that he had rushed his breakfast and didn’t even prepare any tea for himself, but now that he had some time to kill, he went to Jason's restaurant, it was a place he visited very often, for two particular reasons, because of a few colleagues that go there aswell and because the place was really good. Dmitry put his phone away and made his way to the restaurant with a smile on his face knowing very well that the tea there was exceptionally good and that he could enjoy his time relaxing at the places atmosphere.

Just thinking about the taste of the tea brought him back to his childhood with his big brothers and sisters all drinking coffee and vodka after lunch or dinner, except for the youngest of the sisters, who always refused to drink coffee and always preferred drinking tea. Something that in his family was considered for weak individuals and that real russians don’t drink that, however the youngest sister always enjoyed sharing her tea with Dmitry, which made him adore his older sister. She was so kind and caring compared to his other family members. He loved hearing her laugh and read him bedtime stories, he loved hearing her sing and whistle when she was alone, and the screams she made as Dmitry burned her with a pot of boiling water and proceeded to burn the entire house down with all the rest of the family members screaming in sheer agony, but nothing compared to her scream and charred up corpse in the end. Truly beautiful.

As he kept remembering the past Dmitry had already found himself at the doorstep of the restaurant, the current time being 9:30. He opened the door and took a seat on an empty table, he waited for a waiter to come and receive his humble order, a waiter came and asked Dmitry what he would like to order, Dmitry simply smiled and responded. "Some tea would be most appreciated."

 

[Pik]

It didn't take long for Scarletts message to be responded too. She had been finish up her breakfast when her computer gave off the notification sound. "Hmm that was fast. Oh Ouroboros I'm interested to see what you have for me" she smiles and begins to type away at the keyboard "I'll be awaiting orders then hope too hear from you soon." And enter the message hand been sent all she can do now is wait.

 

[NewAgeBlack]

"Already here." Kyle hummed to himself as he noticed the sound of his phone pinging. Taking care to keep an eye on the road, he looked at his phone that sat connected to a charger. "Company huh. Ever the cautious one." It was only a matter of minutes before he arrived at the seedy nightclub, as it wasn't even noon yet there was nobody there besides his guests. As he reached for the key in his back pocket, the door opened and he was greeted by the barrel of a gun. He took a moment to examine the weapon, he didn't really know much about guns other than the fact that you pull the trigger and somebody dies, though it reminded him of the ones his father used to collect. With a sigh he raised his hands and walked into the building, the door slamming behind him, and the two bodyguards promptly began to pat him down. "Christ... Hey, this is my nightclub, you know." He said in protest as he rolled his eyes, though little exchanges like this were customary for meetings with this particular person. "Anne, sweetheart. Call off your dogs please."

"You two can leave now. Wait for me outside.", a familiar female spoke from across the room. The young woman sat at a secluded table with her head resting on her palm, watching the scene unfold with a shit-eating grin on her face.The two bodyguards stepped away from Kyle and walked out of the building. After glaring at the closed door for a few seconds, he approached his protégé and handed her a flash drive.
"Newbies?" he asked as he gestured to the door, grabbing a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses from a nearby shelf.
"No. Father's beginning to lose faith in you. Things have been getting hectic as of late."
"Well..." he began pouring, "Things are gonna get even more hectic soon enough. It's a good time now more than ever to keep the right people in our pockets."
Kyle downed the first glass and pushed the second towards Anne who in turn pushed the glass back.
"I'm sure you know who to give this to already." Kyle said as he finished the second shot.
"Yeah." Anne placed the flash drive in her pocket before leaving the building.

Kyle watched as the door of the nightclub closed once again. With Anne's connections and the influence her father possessed, he considered her to be his own personal Cleaner in a way. Though he's sure she'll move to that class eventually, it was nice to keep a good asset like her by his side. He could potentially take over the city and gain control of the drug trade with her help. Even if he doesn't manage to keep her under his thumb forever, him cultivating such a potentially powerful asset to the Unseen was sure to land him in good standing with the society. Making sure to lock the door, he retreated to the back office. "Busy, busy, busy..."