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[bowiespoon]

On 1/15/2018 at 5:05 PM, rabbitsandroses said:

"Well, I have this chip..." Geordie said, fishing it out of a pocket, "But it...doesn't seem to be working properly. Is there someone I can talk to to get my permissions, you know, restored?" he asked, adding a bit of his 'merchant voice' to the sentence.

The guard looked down at him, one hand on a metal truncheon. He glanced back at the entrance, as if to make sure nobody was around.

"You are very lucky," he said, "That we're tight on manpower. I can replace you're... defective... chip with a working one, provided you have the funds."

[bowiespoon]

On 1/16/2018 at 5:03 PM, Daakjenaar said:

Despite the lack of supplies, the Rhino's Operator still felt this had been a fairly good find. If needed, they could barricade themselves in and pick off targets if they were ever discovered, The extra floors above could be places to stash whatever the two would find. All in all, not a bad find. Now all that was left was recon of the city, and they could start on their plan of attack.

Outside, the rain began to fall even harder, and a faint melancholy tune could be heard in the distance, coming from one of the countless buildings. They were near the edge of the city, where the vast, churning ocean was visible. Waves crashed angrily against the coastline, sometimes even spilling into the unfinished streets.

Footsteps could be heard as somebody ran past the building the two were hiding in, stepping in several puddles along the way.

[souldrive11]

2 hours ago, bowiespoon said:

If the two wanted to get inside the city today, they would have to get to the front somehow. The queue was only becoming more and more rowdy, and the guards weren't helping. One figure in navy-blue drew a pistol and fired it into the air, perhaps in the misguided hope of startling the refugees into compliance. This caused a panic, with some people throwing themselves to the ground - risking getting trampled, others fighting even more to get to the front, and a few poor souls jumping into the sea, perhaps expecting the guards to start gunning down everyone.

The hunched figure raises a cloaked head up to the upright one. The second individual looks down at them, realizing both the deteriorating situation and just what the crippled one is implying.

"No." a feminine voice comes out of the second figure. The hunchback keeps staring(?) up at the them.

"NO." Still no response.

"Really?" the upright person asks incredulously. The hunchback responds with a gentle yet firm whack on the person's ankle with their walking stick.

"Ugh, fine..." the first person answers crabbily, shifting their backpack to the front before leaning down and swinging the hunched figure over their shoulders and locking their legs over their waist.

"At least you're not as heavy as I-" the carrier gets interrupted by another whack on their black colored suit covered ankle. A flash of lightning casts through the stormy black and grey above, and for a brief instant the dangling of ghosty white strands of hair and dark grey skin betray the smirking grin inside the hood.

As the rain lashes over their cloaks the first figure takes a deep breath before making a mad sprint to the front of the line. Leaping over heads, sliding under legs, the pair become like a surfer on the open seas. The carrying figure never stops once, with only the the occasional rough touch grazing the nearest refugee betraying their before they flow ever forward.

In just about under a minute the pair crawl out from under a poor schmuck's legs, carrier panting audibly panting heavily in front of the guards in front of the checkpoint, clearing the entire platform with an unusually practiced hand.

"Please...*pant*...can you let us in?" The figure laboriously asks, knees visibly shaking. "We just need some *gasp* shelter, my sister won't last long out in this weather!..."

As if to drive the point home, the figure being carried's stick dangles limpingly over the first person's shoulder.

6 minutes ago, bowiespoon said:

Outside, the rain began to fall even harder, and a faint melancholy tune could be heard in the distance, coming from one of the countless buildings. They were near the edge of the city, where the vast, churning ocean was visible. Waves crashed angrily against the coastline, sometimes even spilling into the unfinished streets.

Footsteps could be heard as somebody ran past the building the two were hiding in, stepping in several puddles along the way.

(melancholy? at port? Perennial's not blaring this or this over loudspeakers are they? off to Zee we go!)

 

[Almighty_Jado]

3 hours ago, bowiespoon said:

The guards quickly scanned his chip, which lit up green on their devices. They ushered the two through the door, which had a void scanner. As they neared it, the alarm went off, causing the various guards to draw their weapons. Ebony sighed, and looked at Cyrus with an unreadable expression.

"Are we really going to have to go through this every time we pass a checkpoint?" she thought to herself as the guards surrounded them.

 

Cyrus' face underneath his helmet was hot with embarrassment. He pulled out the Prisma necklace again and showed it to the guards. "It's alright fellas, sentimental gift, too special for me to give away."

Cyrus turned to Ebony and shrugged as apologetically as he could. "What's with all the void scanners anyways? Trying to catch Tenno or something? They're weak without their Warframes; on my last job, I watched a Tenno get slapped by a Grineer soldier. The Tenno's neck snapped, just like that."

[Almighty_Jado]

((double post))

Edited January 18, 2018 by Almighty_Jado

[rabbitsandroses]

1 hour ago, bowiespoon said:

The guard looked down at him, one hand on a metal truncheon. He glanced back at the entrance, as if to make sure nobody was around.

"You are very lucky," he said, "That we're tight on manpower. I can replace your... defective... chip with a working one, provided you have the funds."

"Oh, thank goodness!" Geordie replied gratefully. A small amount of nervous tension left him as his plan moved forward.

"I'm certain I can come up with enough credits to...compensate you for your assistance." He said as he held out the 'defective' chip.

[bowiespoon]

1 hour ago, souldrive11 said:

The hunched figure raises a cloaked head up to the upright one. The second individual looks down at them, realizing both the deteriorating situation and just what the crippled one is implying.

"No." a feminine voice comes out of the second figure. The hunchback keeps staring(?) up at the them.

"NO." Still no response.

"Really?" the upright person asks incredulously. The hunchback responds with a gentle yet firm whack on the person's ankle with their walking stick.

"Ugh, fine..." the first person answers crabbily, shifting their backpack to the front before leaning down and swinging the hunched figure over their shoulders and locking their legs over their waist.

"At least you're not as heavy as I-" the carrier gets interrupted by another whack on their black colored suit covered ankle. A flash of lightning casts through the stormy black and grey above, and for a brief instant the dangling of ghosty white strands of hair and dark grey skin betray the smirking grin inside the hood.

As the rain lashes over their cloaks the first figure takes a deep breath before making a mad sprint to the front of the line. Leaping over heads, sliding under legs, the pair become like a surfer on the open seas. The carrying figure never stops once, with only the the occasional rough touch grazing the nearest refugee betraying their before they flow ever forward.

In just about under a minute the pair crawl out from under a poor schmuck's legs, carrier panting audibly panting heavily in front of the guards in front of the checkpoint, clearing the entire platform with an unusually practiced hand.

"Please...*pant*...can you let us in?" The figure laboriously asks, knees visibly shaking. "We just need some *gasp* shelter, my sister won't last long out in this weather!..."

As if to drive the point home, the figure being carried's stick dangles limpingly over the first person's shoulder.

(melancholy? at port? Perennial's not blaring this or this over loudspeakers are they? off to Zee we go!)

 

((If I had to compare it to an existing song, I'd say something more like this))

Several guards were standing in front of a chain-link gate. Behind them, a group of anxious-looking refugees stood, waiting to be led to their district.. One of the guards gave them a dubious look, then looked back to the all-out brawl the line behind them had become. Eventually, he just decided that it would be easier to simply let them through, and handed them each a metallic-black chip.

"These are your papers. They are both your passports and clearance cards combined. They will allow you to legally live in the refugee district. Should you acquire a job, your papers will be automatically updated to allow you into the main district. Do not lose them, for they will not be replaced. Join up with the group inside, and wait for further instruction. Dras Trethi - Cause no trouble." he spoke these words in a way that implied he had spoken them hundreds of times before.

He urged them through the gate, there a void scanner stood just behind. Blessedly, it remained silent as they passed it. They were directed to the group, where they were directed to wait until someone came by to guide them.

...

Nearby, two figures in navy-blue are arguing with each other, one male and one female.

"Firing a gun to calm down f_cking refugees!? What the hell were you thinking!?" the first one yelled.

The second one, the female, just scowled and cross her arms.

"I was thinking, 'Why is my team hiding behind the guards again? Isn't their job to keep the refugees from doing exactly this?'  Seriously Constantine, why does the only woman in your damn squad have bigger stones than all of you combined?" She said angrily. The nearby guards were visibly trying not to laugh. It would appear that Constantine and his men were not popular with the watchmen.

Constantine's face darkened with rage, but the woman in navy-blue walked off towards the gate before he could reply. He was left standing there with the rest of the navy-blue officials, fists clenched in anger.

"Captain, is this group ready to go? I'll take them to the refugee district." she said to one of the watchmen. He was indistinguishable from the others, but he nodded.

"They're ready, so long as you don't fire anymore guns off at them." he laughed, clapping her on the back. He leaned in before she walked too far off. "And don't worry about Constantine. Me and the boys will see that his report gets... lost... on the way to your bosses desk."

She grinned, nodding in thanks before dashing towards the group. She pulled out a small rectangular device, and began to speak, her voice amplified by the device.

"Alright, I'll be guiding you to your assigned district within Perennial, so stay close and don't wander off. The city watch are authorized to kill anyone who does, and they won't hesitate."

Edited January 18, 2018 by bowiespoon

[bowiespoon]

1 hour ago, Almighty_Jado said:

Cyrus' face underneath his helmet was hot with embarrassment. He pulled out the Prisma necklace again and showed it to the guards. "It's alright fellas, sentimental gift, too special for me to give away."

Cyrus turned to Ebony and shrugged as apologetically as he could. "What's with all the void scanners anyways? Trying to catch Tenno or something? They're weak without their Warframes; on my last job, I watched a Tenno get slapped by a Grineer soldier. The Tenno's neck snapped, just like that."

"Short answer, yes, we are." She said, looking a bit embarrassed herself. Some of the guards were laughing at them as they walked away from the checkpoint, and Ebony hunched her shoulders, as if trying to hide from their mockery.

Within the borders of the high district, the full majesty of the place became visible. Numerous mansions towered over them, opulent and imperial. Each was a work of art, constructed of marble and expensive imported wood - the latter having shields that protected them from rain. Elaborate fountains collected rainwater and sprayed them up in the air in a never ending loop. Actual plants grew here, cultivated by armies of servants and sustained by artificial sunlight. Flowers on vines grew up along pillars in a grand display of wealth. Two houses, however, deviated from the trend. They each were in opposite corners of the district, facing each other. They were constructed in a utilitarian manner, consisting entirely of concrete and metal. They weren't ugly, merely functional, though they did pale in comparison to the surrounding buildings.

"Rothman lives in that manor," Ebony said, pointing at the second-largest mansion. She walked with Cyrus towards it for a while, but stopped halfway through.

"I uh.... I should probably wait here. Rothman hates overseers, and I probably don't have clearance to enter his house. I'll wait here until you get back." she said, looking around nervously. She definitely looked out of her element here, surrounded by the dwellings of the rich and powerful.

[bowiespoon]

1 hour ago, rabbitsandroses said:

"Oh, thank goodness!" Geordie replied gratefully. A small amount of nervous tension left him as his plan moved forward.

"I'm certain I can come up with enough credits to...compensate you for your assistance." He said as he held out the 'defective' chip.

"It will set you back seventy thousand credits. Acquiring replacement chips is a very difficult and expensive process." the guard said, accepting the defective chip, and tossing it into the sea.

[Almighty_Jado]

12 hours ago, bowiespoon said:

"Short answer, yes, we are." She said, looking a bit embarrassed herself. Some of the guards were laughing at them as they walked away from the checkpoint, and Ebony hunched her shoulders, as if trying to hide from their mockery.

Within the borders of the high district, the full majesty of the place became visible. Numerous mansions towered over them, opulent and imperial. Each was a work of art, constructed of marble and expensive imported wood - the latter having shields that protected them from rain. Elaborate fountains collected rainwater and sprayed them up in the air in a never ending loop. Actual plants grew here, cultivated by armies of servants and sustained by artificial sunlight. Flowers on vines grew up along pillars in a grand display of wealth. Two houses, however, deviated from the trend. They each were in opposite corners of the district, facing each other. They were constructed in a utilitarian manner, consisting entirely of concrete and metal. They weren't ugly, merely functional, though they did pale in comparison to the surrounding buildings.

"Rothman lives in that manor," Ebony said, pointing at the second-largest mansion. She walked with Cyrus towards it for a while, but stopped halfway through.

"I uh.... I should probably wait here. Rothman hates overseers, and I probably don't have clearance to enter his house. I'll wait here until you get back." she said, looking around nervously. She definitely looked out of her element here, surrounded by the dwellings of the rich and powerful.

Cyrus realized he himself would look even more like an infested tubercle compared to her, in his grimy, heavily used jumpsuit, carrying an engineer's bag. Putting those thoughts aside, Cyrus climbed up the steps to the house, approaching the door, admiring the garden and flowers that were everywhere. It almost reminded him of the Orokin gardens he had seen in Corpus textbooks when he was taking a Financial History course at Anyocorp.

When he reached the door, he stood awkwardly for a moment, unsure whether or not to knock.

[bowiespoon]

21 minutes ago, Almighty_Jado said:

Cyrus realized he himself would look even more like an infested tubercle compared to her, in his grimy, heavily used jumpsuit, carrying an engineer's bag. Putting those thoughts aside, Cyrus climbed up the steps to the house, approaching the door, admiring the garden and flowers that were everywhere. It almost reminded him of the Orokin gardens he had seen in Corpus textbooks when he was taking a Financial History course at Anyocorp.

When he reached the door, he stood awkwardly for a moment, unsure whether or not to knock.

"You may proceed,"

The voice came from an unidentified speaker system, and the front door slowly slid open, revealing an immaculate room made of marble, with a beautiful red carpet that was probably worth more than everything Cyrus owned. A massive fireplace crackled cheerfully in the center of the room, with comfortable-looking chairs circling it. Two guards stood inside, and one beckoned for him to follow. He lead Cyrus up a spiral staircase, and down several winding hallways. There were numerous rooms connecting to the halls - far more than any single man could ever need. Each bore a door made of actual mahogany - a tree that has been reportedly extinct for at least several centuries. However, despite countless rooms, the only other people they crossed paths with where more silent watchmen. Even the navy-blue clad officials like Ebony were nowhere to be found.

Eventually, they reached a large set of metal doors, engraved with elaborate swirling patterns. Despite this, it was clear that this door was built for security, rather than beauty. When the guard escorting Cyrus opened it, it was revealed to be several inches thick, with a complex locking mechanism on the inside.

The room within was undecorated, a jarring change from the opulence on display in the rest of the house. The only furnishings to speak of were a simple desk and two chairs, one occupied by Rothman. He was a large man, one clearly accustomed to fine food and drink. He wore a fine suit, tailored to someone of his size. His head was completely bald, and his face was clean-shaven. Despite the cool air, he appeared to be sweating heavily, and would occasionally pull out a handkerchief to wipe his brow.

"Come in, come in. Have a seat," he said, pointing to the chair on the other side of his desk, "We've much to discuss."

[Almighty_Jado]

1 hour ago, bowiespoon said:

"You may proceed,"

The voice came from an unidentified speaker system, and the front door slowly slid open, revealing an immaculate room made of marble, with a beautiful red carpet that was probably worth more than everything Cyrus owned. A massive fireplace crackled cheerfully in the center of the room, with comfortable-looking chairs circling it. Two guards stood inside, and one beckoned for him to follow. He lead Cyrus up a spiral staircase, and down several winding hallways. There were numerous rooms connecting to the halls - far more than any single man could ever need. Each bore a door made of actual mahogany - a tree that has been reportedly extinct for at least several centuries. However, despite countless rooms, the only other people they crossed paths with where more silent watchmen. Even the navy-blue clad officials like Ebony were nowhere to be found.

Eventually, they reached a large set of metal doors, engraved with elaborate swirling patterns. Despite this, it was clear that this door was built for security, rather than beauty. When the guard escorting Cyrus opened it, it was revealed to be several inches thick, with a complex locking mechanism on the inside.

The room within was undecorated, a jarring change from the opulence on display in the rest of the house. The only furnishings to speak of were a simple desk and two chairs, one occupied by Rothman. He was a large man, one clearly accustomed to fine food and drink. He wore a fine suit, tailored to someone of his size. His head was completely bald, and his face was clean-shaven. Despite the cool air, he appeared to be sweating heavily, and would occasionally pull out a handkerchief to wipe his brow.

"Come in, come in. Have a seat," he said, pointing to the chair on the other side of his desk, "We've much to discuss."

Considering the shady business he was getting involved in, Cyrus was surprised that his employer lived in such a grandiose place. Entering the simpler, darker room was what Cyrus was more accustomed with in his line of work.

He took of his helmet, breaking the pressure seal with a hiss. "A pleasure to meet you at last, sir." Cyrus said, sitting down, slinging his bag to the ground next to him.

[(PSN)SuperShadic445]

10 hours ago, bowiespoon said:

The slums of the Refugee district towered over them, casting the narrow streets in darkness. Rain poured off of sloped roofs, spilling into the crowned roads below. Thunder boomed in the distance. The streets were fairly empty, with only the odd lone soul walking around, their forms obstructed by shadows and heavy cloaks. Somewhere, someone was playing a melancholy tune on an unfamiliar instrument, barely audible over the pattering of rain.

 

The duo scrambled down a nearby alleyway, splashing through muddy puddles and narrowly avoiding trash and obstacles strewn about. They heaved left, shot down another alley, then right and thundered down another. 

"The house should be down here on the left" The Rhino whispered into his comms. 

After a few more seconds of running, the two slipped inside the barely open door. They looked around the barely lit room. It appeared to be a kitchen that hadn't been used for a while, but you could never tell with this part of town. The Frost user signalled for his partner to wait in the dingy kitchen as he slowly crept forward into the living room. The carpet was a horrid shade of brown from all the different dust, dirt and raw water that had been absorbed over the years. The Tenno had laid eyes on the object that they were looking for; a plastic trash bag that lay in the middle. The bag was scooped up in an instant and was deposited in front of the two Tenno. 

"Let's see....." The Rhino user muttered rifling through the bag

"Everything in there gramps?"

"Check, check aaaaannnnddd...check. Yep. Everything is where it should be.He fulfilled his side and now we need to do the same." 

The duo changed out of their Tenno suits and left them in the bag as they swapped into the street clothes they had been left by their contact. 

"The void nullifiers are in here as well right?" The frost asked, rifling around inside the pockets of his baggy cargo pants. Before his partner could answer, he found it. The object was small and round, much like a normal nullifier bubble, but it lacked the visible field and was palm-sized. 

"Now we shouldn't arouse any suspicion " He muttered as he placed the bag back in the room and covered himself with the trench coat that had been provided. 

Once more the duo stepped out into the cold rain. 

"Now where do we go?" he asked turning to his partner

The older tenno only motioned for him to follow as they zigged and zagged through the alleys until they reached a security checkpoint. 

"Don't do anything stupid" The Rhino whispered to his cohort

[rabbitsandroses]

13 hours ago, bowiespoon said:

"It will set you back seventy thousand credits. Acquiring replacement chips is a very difficult and expensive process." the guard said, accepting the defective chip, and tossing it into the sea.

"Of course, I completely understand," Geordie replied, calmly giving up the required credits. He was glad he'd saved up for this mission; playing the part of a merchant would require having a fair amount of cash at hand.

His anxiety still ate at him, however, because the most important part of his entry was still ahead of him. Beneath his clothes, the device attached to the small of his back continued to buzz ever-so-slightly. The implant - augment? - was reminiscent of grineer design, using a magnetic pulse to drain his energy and, hopefully, let him pass the sensors.

He'd never gotten the chance to test the thing, though, and mentally scrambled for any sense of a plan in case it didn't work out.

[souldrive11]

21 hours ago, bowiespoon said:

((If I had to compare it to an existing song, I'd say something more like this))

Several guards were standing in front of a chain-link gate. Behind them, a group of anxious-looking refugees stood, waiting to be led to their district.. One of the guards gave them a dubious look, then looked back to the all-out brawl the line behind them had become. Eventually, he just decided that it would be easier to simply let them through, and handed them each a metallic-black chip.

"These are your papers. They are both your passports and clearance cards combined. They will allow you to legally live in the refugee district. Should you acquire a job, your papers will be automatically updated to allow you into the main district. Do not lose them, for they will not be replaced. Join up with the group inside, and wait for further instruction. Dras Trethi - Cause no trouble." he spoke these words in a way that implied he had spoken them hundreds of times before.

He urged them through the gate, there a void scanner stood just behind. Blessedly, it remained silent as they passed it. They were directed to the group, where they were directed to wait until someone came by to guide them.

...

Nearby, two figures in navy-blue are arguing with each other, one male and one female.

"Firing a gun to calm down f_cking refugees!? What the hell were you thinking!?" the first one yelled.

The second one, the female, just scowled and cross her arms.

"I was thinking, 'Why is my team hiding behind the guards again? Isn't their job to keep the refugees from doing exactly this?'  Seriously Constantine, why does the only woman in your damn squad have bigger stones than all of you combined?" She said angrily. The nearby guards were visibly trying not to laugh. It would appear that Constantine and his men were not popular with the watchmen.

Constantine's face darkened with rage, but the woman in navy-blue walked off towards the gate before he could reply. He was left standing there with the rest of the navy-blue officials, fists clenched in anger.

"Captain, is this group ready to go? I'll take them to the refugee district." she said to one of the watchmen. He was indistinguishable from the others, but he nodded.

"They're ready, so long as you don't fire anymore guns off at them." he laughed, clapping her on the back. He leaned in before she walked too far off. "And don't worry about Constantine. Me and the boys will see that his report gets... lost... on the way to your bosses desk."

She grinned, nodding in thanks before dashing towards the group. She pulled out a small rectangular device, and began to speak, her voice amplified by the device.

"Alright, I'll be guiding you to your assigned district within Perennial, so stay close and don't wander off. The city watch are authorized to kill anyone who does, and they won't hesitate."

The pair stuffs the chips inside their cloaks and the one providing the ride hefts the one holding the stick before hunching slightly down, ready to follow the supposed officer.

[bowiespoon]

10 hours ago, rabbitsandroses said:

"Of course, I completely understand," Geordie replied, calmly giving up the required credits. He was glad he'd saved up for this mission; playing the part of a merchant would require having a fair amount of cash at hand.

His anxiety still ate at him, however, because the most important part of his entry was still ahead of him. Beneath his clothes, the device attached to the small of his back continued to buzz ever-so-slightly. The implant - augment? - was reminiscent of grineer design, using a magnetic pulse to drain his energy and, hopefully, let him pass the sensors.

He'd never gotten the chance to test the thing, though, and mentally scrambled for any sense of a plan in case it didn't work out.

The guard handed him a small black chip.

"Do not lose this. Failing that, forget you met me. Dras Trethi." the guard waved him through the checkpoint, where the void scanner sat intimidatingly.

Thankfully, the machine was silent as he passed through.

With the checkpoint now behind him, the city of Perennial beckoned, its many lights cutting through the rain and darkness.

Edited January 19, 2018 by bowiespoon

[Daakjenaar]

On 1/17/2018 at 8:31 PM, bowiespoon said:

Outside, the rain began to fall even harder, and a faint melancholy tune could be heard in the distance, coming from one of the countless buildings. They were near the edge of the city, where the vast, churning ocean was visible. Waves crashed angrily against the coastline, sometimes even spilling into the unfinished streets.

Footsteps could be heard as somebody ran past the building the two were hiding in, stepping in several puddles along the way.

The two immediately moved to the nearest window, taking cover, to survey what was going on. They had their weapons at the ready, and remained silent. In this situation, they really couldn't be too careful. Making sure the person making all that sound wasn't a threat was an immediate priority.

Edited January 21, 2018 by Daakjenaar

[rabbitsandroses]

11 hours ago, bowiespoon said:

The guard handed him a small black chip.

"Do not lose this. Failing that, forget you met me. Dras Trethi." the guard waved him through the checkpoint, where the void scanner sat intimidatingly.

Thankfully, the machine was silent as he passed through.

With the checkpoint now behind him, the city of Perennial beckoned, its many lights cutting through the rain and darkness.

Geordie nodded once and headed through. He breathed a small sigh of relief as the scanner stayed silent.

With his chip secure in his pocket, Geordie walked on, looking at the propaganda plastered everywhere. He took special interest in the warframe ones, eventually ducking down a side street to read the text on one without blocking as much foot traffic. One by one, he continued on, looking at posters as he walked.

[bowiespoon]

On 1/18/2018 at 2:20 PM, Almighty_Jado said:

Considering the shady business he was getting involved in, Cyrus was surprised that his employer lived in such a grandiose place. Entering the simpler, darker room was what Cyrus was more accustomed with in his line of work.

He took of his helmet, breaking the pressure seal with a hiss. "A pleasure to meet you at last, sir." Cyrus said, sitting down, slinging his bag to the ground next to him.

"Dispense with the formalities, we've business to be attending too." Rothman replied, leaning forward. Despite his slovenly appearance, his eyes had a shrewd cast to them. "I'll cut to the chase. We're selling tenno and tenno parts for a tidy profit, and apparently certain parties have caught wind of it. The tenno are doubtless worming their way into the city as we speak, if they aren't here already. Your job is to sniff out where they're hiding, and eliminate them before they can do any damage to this empire I've built. The watch will aid you, of course, though you'll need to be careful around the overseers - it is imperative that they learn nothing of what's going on. I control the watch, but the damn overseers are in Kurn's pocket."

Rothman leaned back in his large chair, staring intently at Cyrus.

"Half of the agreed payment has already been transferred to your account, with the other half to be delivered upon completion of your contract. If you're as good as I've been told, that should be sooner rather than later. Now, unless there's something else you feel important enough to warrant my attention, you should get going. The longer you wait, the more time the tenno have to integrate into the city."

The metal door behind them opened, where a single guardsman now stood. He held a large envelope, which he handed to Cyrus.

[Almighty_Jado]

9 hours ago, bowiespoon said:

"Dispense with the formalities, we've business to be attending too." Rothman replied, leaning forward. Despite his slovenly appearance, his eyes had a shrewd cast to them. "I'll cut to the chase. We're selling tenno and tenno parts for a tidy profit, and apparently certain parties have caught wind of it. The tenno are doubtless worming their way into the city as we speak, if they aren't here already. Your job is to sniff out where they're hiding, and eliminate them before they can do any damage to this empire I've built. The watch will aid you, of course, though you'll need to be careful around the overseers - it is imperative that they learn nothing of what's going on. I control the watch, but the damn overseers are in Kurn's pocket."

Rothman leaned back in his large chair, staring intently at Cyrus.

"Half of the agreed payment has already been transferred to your account, with the other half to be delivered upon completion of your contract. If you're as good as I've been told, that should be sooner rather than later. Now, unless there's something else you feel important enough to warrant my attention, you should get going. The longer you wait, the more time the tenno have to integrate into the city."

The metal door behind them opened, where a single guardsman now stood. He held a large envelope, which he handed to Cyrus.

"Don't worry sir," Cyrus said, "I've both fought with and against many a Tenno in my day. You won't regret hiring me." Cyrus took the envelope in his hands, and grabbed his bag by the strap in the other.

He had a few questions, but he learned over the years that the less he asked, the more willing people were to pay.

[bowiespoon]

On 1/18/2018 at 3:00 PM, (PS4)SuperShadic445 said:

The duo scrambled down a nearby alleyway, splashing through muddy puddles and narrowly avoiding trash and obstacles strewn about. They heaved left, shot down another alley, then right and thundered down another. 

"The house should be down here on the left" The Rhino whispered into his comms. 

After a few more seconds of running, the two slipped inside the barely open door. They looked around the barely lit room. It appeared to be a kitchen that hadn't been used for a while, but you could never tell with this part of town. The Frost user signalled for his partner to wait in the dingy kitchen as he slowly crept forward into the living room. The carpet was a horrid shade of brown from all the different dust, dirt and raw water that had been absorbed over the years. The Tenno had laid eyes on the object that they were looking for; a plastic trash bag that lay in the middle. The bag was scooped up in an instant and was deposited in front of the two Tenno. 

"Let's see....." The Rhino user muttered rifling through the bag

"Everything in there gramps?"

"Check, check aaaaannnnddd...check. Yep. Everything is where it should be.He fulfilled his side and now we need to do the same." 

The duo changed out of their Tenno suits and left them in the bag as they swapped into the street clothes they had been left by their contact. 

"The void nullifiers are in here as well right?" The frost asked, rifling around inside the pockets of his baggy cargo pants. Before his partner could answer, he found it. The object was small and round, much like a normal nullifier bubble, but it lacked the visible field and was palm-sized. 

"Now we shouldn't arouse any suspicion " He muttered as he placed the bag back in the room and covered himself with the trench coat that had been provided. 

Once more the duo stepped out into the cold rain. 

"Now where do we go?" he asked turning to his partner

The older tenno only motioned for him to follow as they zigged and zagged through the alleys until they reached a security checkpoint. 

"Don't do anything stupid" The Rhino whispered to his cohort

Numerous guards patrolled along the wall that separated the refugee district from the main one, and the same could be said for the checkpoint. Adjacent to the gate sat a void scanner, humming softly over the sound of rain.

The space around the checkpoint was clear, meaning the guards could see whoever was approaching.

[bowiespoon]

EDIT: My Bad, I'm dumb 

Edited January 22, 2018 by bowiespoon

[rabbitsandroses]

1 hour ago, bowiespoon said:

The void scanner was silent as he passed, save for a gentle hum that was barely audible over the rain. Past the checkpoint, the lights of the city beckoned.

(ah....did my reply get buried?)

[souldrive11]

1 hour ago, bowiespoon said:

 

1 minute ago, rabbitsandroses said:

(ah....did my reply get buried?)

(nice, we can be post burial site mates~ I'll grab the propane stove and clay pot.)

[bowiespoon]

((Sorry about post speed and mistakes, I'm incredibly busy right now, and I haven't had time to dedicate to RP. Will amend this in future.))