Secret Police
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Posts: 66
Preferred Name: Tyché
Character Profile: LYANTE
Character Name: Lyante Nephila
Status: Lurking
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Post by Tyché on Jan 14, 2016 9:25:52 GMT -5
Lyante hated every second of this assignment. Apparently the greaseball wasn't the only drunken overreaching male specimen in the room. Luckily, most of them had seen what she had done to the greaseball and gave her a pass. The greaseball felt the same way as he went out of his way to stay away from Lyante.
"How am I supposed to do my job with you actively running away from me," she snapped at him when finally catching up.
Like I care what you do, lemme enjoy the party!" he shouted back, ducking and weaving through the cowd until he again got a headstart on Lyante.
Frustrated and annoyed that her continuous effort was dismissed, Lyante gave up the chase and observed him from a distance while contacting HQ and asking how vital this information was, as technically he had dismissed her.
While she got pressed to find out anything he might know, they also let her know that he had already given them a lot and in all projections he just wasn't high enough on the foodchain to know more, but you never knew. As she hung up, she sighed. Somehow she wasn't convinced he knew anything at all; just a man with limited options milking his remaining ones.
Then something clicked inside Lyante's mind as she saw the greaseball asking Rio for a dance and she agreed. A life she couldn't escape. From the slums. Fancy eye that must have cost a pretty penny. All the puzzle pieces started to fall in place as the first notes of the slow dance sounded through the room. Of course, this could all be a coincidence, but in her experience, not a lot of things were.
Reaching into the little purse hanging from her side, she took out what looked like an somewhat bulky sigaret holder and began making her way towards the couple, hoping she wouldn't be too late.
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Posts: 57
Preferred Name: Nick
Pronouns: He, Him, His
Character Name: Rio
Status: Seeking RPs
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Post by Adalura on Jan 15, 2016 3:53:45 GMT -5
Once the men started leaving her alone, things appeared to slowly relax around the red headed Lion. Those without partners either found suitable matches or made their way off the floor in search of game in another sector of the party. Rio continued to groove to the music, unsure of when the electro-esque and high vibe beats would change to the tune of a slower song.
She looked around, seeing a separation in distance between the grease ball and 'Lya' as she'd been called. A subtle smile crept onto the catgirls face, seeing that nerves had finally gotten the better of the informants guardian- allowing some precious distance between the two. She played coy, allowing the male to slowly fail his way through flirting until he'd managed near her. Rio pretended not to notice of course, until a swat on her ass turned her attention towards him. She stifled a glare, instead giving out a startled expression to his shit-eating grin.
"Hey pussycat. You want on this before sugartits comes back and cockblocks me again?"
Rio's face was reluctant, even despite her attempts to remain friendly looking despite the obvious harassment. Still, a quick nod showed her restrained 'enthusiasm', luckily just as a slow song came on. Both appeared a little awkward in the presence of a more romantic theme, especially with Rio holding back the contents of her stomach at the mere notion of dancing intimately with such a man. Still, she sighed internally, raising her arms up to the taller man and resting them on his upper arms. His however, trailed lower to much more personal hand holds. Rio looked down, gritting her teeth with restrained anger, but seizing the opportunity none the less.
Rio lowered a hand, taking the toothpick umbrella she'd taken from the bar and hiding it between her fingers. Her hand slipped into her dress from the opening running down one leg, and she pulled the makeshift epi-pen from the magnet on the belt wrapped around her upper thigh. She had to be quick, as time was of the essence. A quick jab into the male's thigh caused him to jerk in reaction- and tighten his grip considerably on the Lion's behind. She quickly placed the injector back as he looked down to her, obviously disgruntled and releasing his grip.
"What the fuck was that, you bitch?!"
"Sorry, sorry~ Had this on hand in case someone got a little too touchy in public~"
Rio winked, showing off the umbrella toothpick she'd brought along, only to receive a pissed off expression from the male. It seemed he wasn't privvy to taking rejection, even if he figured he could have continued proceeding with a little less...'gusto'.
"Fuck that. I'm not into stingy chicks. You had your chance mutt, come crawling back to me later when you're looking for a reason not to go back to the slums."
Even despite his unfavorable position in life, the man sure knew how to throw fast balls at the soft spots. Still, Rio kept an appropriate look, her ears folding down a bit as the greaseball wandered off in search of more prey. Rio immediately held her hands together as if defeated in some sense, walking back towards the exit of the dance floor- away from the man and Lyante. Her job was already done. The informant was dead, he just didn't quite know it yet.
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Secret Police
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Posts: 66
Preferred Name: Tyché
Character Profile: LYANTE
Character Name: Lyante Nephila
Status: Lurking
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Post by Tyché on Jan 15, 2016 4:38:03 GMT -5
Lyante's eyes widened and her nostrils flared as she dealt with the frustration of trying to move quickly through a crowd. She kept hoping she was wrong, that Rio really was the unfortunate grl from the slums that got dumped; after all, she was the only decent person at this party it seemed. She knew that wouldn't turn out to be the case, but she felt like they had a little slum bonding moment and besides, she looked just like one of the characters in her favourite manga.
She nearly reached them when suddenly the greaseball yelled out in surprise and accused her of stabbing him. Lyante's hopes collapsed as she could have guessed what had happened. Relinquishing any and all pretense of sophistication and elegance, she let the silvery sigaret holder change forms to her gun and blatenly shoved people out of the way.
When she arrived at the greaseball, he was already yelling she was no good at her job, letting some crazy cat bitch stab him with a coctail umbrella. Lyante ignored the tantrum and slapped him across the face, simply stating "where?"
Getting the hint that there was no playing around he gestured towards the place Rio had stabbed him. Immediately, Lyante dug her nails in the pants and ripped the piece of cloth off, revealing a tiny red puncture wound and already corrupted veins spidering out from it. Lyante sighed and aimed her gun. The protest of the greaseball was short and futile as Lyante shot the puncture wound , evaporating the surrounding flesh and cauterizing the hole. The shot didn't make much noise compared to more traditional guns, but the commotion was enough for people to rubberneck.
The greaseball dropped to the floor as Lyante told him not to panic, because that would kill him faster. Standing back up, she called out: "Police! This man has been incapacitated, call the Novus emergency services!"
Scanning the room, she was in luck Rio had such a distinctive type of red. Filtering color with her eye, it was easy to find the Red Tiger as she made her way out. Aiming her gun, people cleared a path for her as she gave chase; thanking her lucky stars that her outfit came without heels. As she ran, she alerted HQ that she shot the informant and she requested SP to come pick him up for medical attention.
"I also couldn't help but spit on him, so do a full toxicological analysis."
She covered her bases, no one would accuse her of doing a bad job if she got fed up with a lousy informant and judged he should be kept in line and taught a lesson. Show him the power of the government. Teach him to have respect. And maybe, just maybe she still wanted to salvage something more. A hitman would come in handy, especially one that owes you.
She was definitely a professional, this catgirl. It would have been quite an elegant kill, Lyante respected that. Rio had only started running after Lyante had singled her out, again, like a professional. Slipping out of the crime scene almost unnoticed. Firing a warning shot that let Rio knew she was serious, she told her to stop.
After a short chase, she pounced and fell into a door together with the undercover assassin. Quickly creating some distance between them again Lyante locked the bathoom door. She and the cat girl now face to face in a small room, the gun in her hand aimed at Rio's center of mass. She wasn't sure what Rio would do or what other tricks she still had up her sleeve.
"So, I think we have something to discuss," Lyante caught her breath, regretting messing up her hair as the bang started falling back over the eye.
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Posts: 57
Preferred Name: Nick
Pronouns: He, Him, His
Character Name: Rio
Status: Seeking RPs
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Post by Adalura on Jan 15, 2016 5:01:33 GMT -5
Rio sighed contently to herself. The worst was over, and disappearing into the crowd of wealthy one percenters would be a piece of cake. The party was still live and bustling- plenty of people coming and going this early in the night. All she'd have to do was follow a group out for some fresh air and disappear into the night. Of course, there were some emergency exits as well. Hopefully things would remain quiet and allow her to slip through without any other incidents. The temptation to look back for the 'escort' was tempting, but it was better to leave herself with as little attention as possible. Unfortunately, that wouldn't turn out to be the case.
She heard a gunshot, ears twitching and turning towards the sound a moment before her head followed. Sure enough, there she was. Lya had shot the man she pegged in the leg- presumably in the same spot he'd been injected. Smart girl, Rio could only hope she was too late for whatever toxin was in the vile to have its effect.
Quickly, Rio took a photo from her eye-camera of the man laying on the ground. The situation would provide enough evidence with context she was sure, but the real problem came from making it back in time to actually report it. It was obvious she was discovered, and now the option of escape became much more paramount with an assailant chasing her.
Rio made short work of attempting to leave. She ran, as a few others did when the sound of panic spread throughout the ballroom. Unfortunately, toting a pistol-like weapon gave Lyante much more priority to navigate the confused crowds than Rio. The girl soon caught up with her, tackling Rio against a swinging door that lead them both into the (thankfully) girls washroom.
Rio grimaced, though she was quick to her feet. The distance wasn't on her side, and the sight of Lyante locking the door with a handgun pointed at her didn't help things. The desire to have her tail stand on end and hiss in irritation was tempting, but she knew it'd do her no good. Instead, she exhaled deeply, closing her eyes and running a hand through her layered red hair. Only one eye opened afterwards however, the natural blue of her eye now changing to an LED glow as she activated her hawk eye and locked in on the officer. More specifically, the inside of her gun-handling forearm. It wouldn't do her much good, but focusing on the tendons along her wrist would give Rio a split second indicator when or if 'Lya' went to pull the trigger. She might not dodge a bullet, but dodging a fatal shot would be preferable. If nothing else, she was confident she could use the injector as a makeshift projectile. Hitting the raven haired woman in the eye from this distance wouldn't be an issue if she used her cybernetic arm.
Still, no rash moves yet. There was always a chance to get out without violence.
"Alright...I'll skip the clueless act. You got me~ So I expect he offered you people some information for safe passage. My...employer, has an issue with that. Or rather- a very specific part of that information."
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Secret Police
proper breast etiquette
Posts: 66
Preferred Name: Tyché
Character Profile: LYANTE
Character Name: Lyante Nephila
Status: Lurking
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Post by Tyché on Jan 15, 2016 11:31:59 GMT -5
"Seems like that greaseball still had some valuable information, that's good to know."
Lyante smiled but did not waver as she took several reference shots of the assassin as well as targeting her. Keeping her trigger finger relaxed, but ready, she continued.
"This is too bad, I rather enjoyed our talk and I'm glad to know there is nothing wrong with your taste in men. I'd also like to thank you. You gave me a convenient excuse to shoot the greaseball; something I was hoping for.
The smile faded from her face; a harsh expression took its place. "Enough with the pleasantries though, let's talk bussiness. The way you pulled this off this job shows you are smarter than the average mob enforcer. I'm no grunt police officer either."
Her tone was harsh and hurried; cutting to the bare bones of the problem.
"I want to avoid a fight; that eye of yours doesn't glow for no reason and an assassin like you probably has a plan. So, here's the deal: I shot and cauterized the puncture wound and the surrounding flesh; there not much plasma hotter than the sun can't desintegrate so there might be a chance he pulls through, especially with the best emergency services in Novus working on him. Failing a job is probably frowned upon. Getting added to the Novus database of wanted people probably cuts into your freedom as an assassin."
Lyante let the room fall silent for a second before continuing.
"Like I said, i am no mere police grunt; we don't really care that there is organized crime; we just like to be informed. So I'll make you a deal: I make sure your mission succeeds and keep you out of the databases. In return You provide some services for me that require your... Unique talents, with some sort of compensation of course. We both walk away winners, what do you say?"
Lyante wasn't less ready to shoot and fight, she just hoped the woman saw it her way.
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Posts: 57
Preferred Name: Nick
Pronouns: He, Him, His
Character Name: Rio
Status: Seeking RPs
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Post by Adalura on Jan 16, 2016 6:28:56 GMT -5
"Well, to be honest, men aren't very high on my priority list in general."
Rio's tail swayed back and forth rhythmically, a reminder of the cute smile she put on before reappearing as she admitted a little about herself to the officer pointing a plasma pistol at her chest. It was hard not to be nervous, but the Lion had guns pointed at her ever since she could remember. Once you died enough inside, it simply turned into a waiting game. Who would finally be the one to pull the trigger?
"The amount of information he possesses is questionable at best. You'd be mistaken if you thought he wouldn't lie on some points that only an even more well informed member would be able to discredit. But if you feel the need to shoot him again, aiming higher would be just swell of you~"
Rio's expression remained still as Lyante switched to a more aggressive tone. She wasn't quite acting dumb about her abilities, but the question of her position certainly seemed accurate enough. At its core, Rio wasn't even an enforcer. She was an enforcer escort, someone who made sure enforcers didn't get killed. It hardly stood as a high ranking member, most often being below the enforcers themselves- but it appeared to strike the officer as a meritable position here.
The mention of Lyante's own position with a hint of enigma made the Lion's ears twitch slightly, a sign of subconscious curiosity from the catgirl.
Although aggressive, Lyante's approach appeared to be that of negotiation. Rio's curious expression deepened as she explained the situation. She stated the obvious, of course she wanted Rio to know how deep in shit she was before an offer was made. The lack of freedom hadn't really scared her however. It wasn't like Rio ever came to the high class neighborhoods, and a criminal record was looked over like a hair in a slum special sandwich where she came from. Still, the idea of jail didn't quite jive well with the redhead. She rather liked the concept of being able to sleep in her own bed.
At the mention of what Lyante wanted in return however, Rio couldn't help but start snickering, holding back a tinge of laughter at the surprise she was suffering.
"Tchhhh hhahaha. Wow, you're really serious aren't you? You could have let me go and had a favor from the family or some cheesy thing like that- but you want Me? I know and you know as well what that kinda thing means. An officer of the law wants snow in her back pocket, a request to call in and ice someone. But.."
It was Rio's turn to change tone. Her smile faded. She put a hand on her hip, stifling the irk that crept into the back of her mind. Her mind told her pride to take a rest, knowing the other woman was holding a gun at her chest.
"That's what I hate about you people. You don't care. Not about the crime in the slums, not about the man out there who one way or another- will die tonight. I'll probably be face down in a puddle one morning and you'll just step on my back to keep your shoes dry."
Taking a moment to let silence fill the room between them, Rio dropped her more serious expression for a sigh as she brought her arms up, shrugging as she closed her eye, reopening both in the Lions normal looking heterochromia pair of orbs. She smiled again, leaning against the wall in the back of the room and flicking the toothpick she seriously contemplated trying to hit Lyante with into the trash container beside her.
"Alright, business. He dies before he gets in that ambulance, I have to see it. You tell me what you want, none of this 'you owe me big' bullshit. I want what, and I want an expiry date. No calling me up for a hit in six years or something."
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Secret Police
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Posts: 66
Preferred Name: Tyché
Character Profile: LYANTE
Character Name: Lyante Nephila
Status: Lurking
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Post by Tyché on Jan 18, 2016 2:29:46 GMT -5
Lyante listened to the counteroffer. She had hoped to have a permanent favor, as she didn't have anyone she wanted killed at the moment.
She mulled it over. Killing the Director would shake things up, but that would screw up her fanfiction. Maybe the Red Lipn could help her find the man with the mole she was looking for? But she didn't want him killed. Her brow furrowed when suddenly her eyes went wide and a wide smile appeared.
"We got ourself a deal then. One favor, two days from now during the weekend. I'll give you the details later."
She lowered her gun and unlocked the bathroom, stepping out while facing Rio, her gun still held by her side.
"Come on, " she implored Rio, "let's fulfill your terms and pay a visit to your dance partner."
During the walk to the ambulance, Lyante suddenly paused at the table with token bags. Taking two, she took a pen, wrote something on the thank you card, enclosed it in its envelope and dropped it in the bag, giving it to Rio.
A minute later, they were standing in the ambulance, surrounding the greaseball as he slept. Dismissing the guards, Lyante closed the ambulance backdoor and woke up the greaseball. The veins surrounding the plasma wound were getting corrupted; the poison Rio used still in effect.
"Wakey-wakey," Lyante cooed, "I got good news and bad news."
The greaseball opened his eyes and made out Lyante, then he made out Rio and started panicking. Not in the mood for retorts, she yanked out the breathing tube and forced in her gun.
"Bad news is you're gonna die. Good news is: I don't think too many people will be sad."
The greaseball tried to do something, but Lyante was faster. His cheeks lightining up with the pink glow of the gun's plasma bolt; burning through the back of his head and into the ambulance table.
Lyante took a glove and reached back into the greaseball's head, pulling out his NUIP and bagging it.
"Did your boss want this as evidence or not?"
Lyante offered Rio the NUIP and smiled.
"If you want, i'll give you a ride back to the slums."
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note: the card says, in fancy writing: 'Friday evening, 8:00 o'clock', an adress and to being loose sleeping clothing, her favourite drinks and snacks.
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Posts: 57
Preferred Name: Nick
Pronouns: He, Him, His
Character Name: Rio
Status: Seeking RPs
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Post by Adalura on Jan 18, 2016 4:05:23 GMT -5
Although they were talking business, Rio was still focused in on the girl before her. Getting shot wasn't quite off the table now- and the chance may drastically increase if Rio didn't like the offer her captor proposed. Of course, she wasn't in the best position to bargain at the moment. She had to make the best of what was offered, coming home with a few new holes in her or not coming home at all weren't preferable options.
The Lion's eyes focused briefly on the gun as it lowered to the raven-haired womans hip. She unlocked the door and beckoned the marksman to follow. The idea of returning to the open areas of the ballroom hadn't held very high appeal, but she had to eventually get out- regardless of the outcome. Sighing, Rio followed a few steps behind.
The crowds had appeared to settle a bit more. Thankfully, not many had seen or heard anything of importance- dismissing the injury as a potential dance incident from a man who had too many for his own good. Music continued to play and people continued to carelessly wash their night away in a cocktail of endorphins and alcohol. Rio was almost envious, as the liquid courage she downed earlier was beginning to wear off, replaced by the aftereffects of adrenaline and the nervous twitches that ran through her organic sections.
Quirking an eyebrow, the marksman took the bag offered to her, following Lyante out and into the ambulance where she once again saw the male laying down on the stretcher of the ambulance. Lyante dismissed the medics, showing a concerning level of authority to the marksman as she joined the raven-haired woman inside. Indeed, the veins around her puncture wound were darkening, a clear sign whatever she injected was taking ahold. Disappointing, really. It hurt to know that if she'd escaped a few moments sooner, this whole situation could have been avoided. Rio's expression turned to mild shock however as Lyante woke the man up, again moreso when she shot him immediately after. She checked for blood splatter, satisfied she'd received no more red to compliment her outfit before speaking.
"Damn. I do this for a living and even I have to say that was pretty cruel. Believe it or not, I don't kill because I want to. If I can send someone off in ignorance, I try to."
Rio sighed deeply. It was a preferred method she developed after seeing the face of terror on so many peoples faces before they died. Even though she had killed before- Rio still had a bit of a conscience. If time wasn't an issue, she'd let people write out a will, make a last phone call even. It was cruel no matter what, but a bit of closure went a long way. Even if seeing someone smile before you pulled the trigger was ten times worse.
"But riiight right. I'd prefer uh...not having the chip. Thanks. This was supposed to be an inject and abort mission, if I deliver something like that or a picture of his blown off face? Well, that's going to raise some questions back home. This'll do."
Patiently, Rio pulled over the pieces of clothing over the male's leg, arranging them to look as though only a small rip had occured in his pants. Carefully, Rio activated her eye once more, taking an out-of-context picture of the dark veins running up his thigh, an indicator he'd been injected.
"I took a picture of this guy in the ambulance when you shooed away the medics. That should give the illusionary context that he was too far gone to bother giving attention to. Just gotta change the times they were taken before I send them off, and this should be golden."
It was finally over. A wave of relief washed over the neko upon realizing her goal for the night had been successfully accomplished. Not forgetting the cost however, Rio withdrew the card Lyante had given her, reading over the details and giving the woman a suspicious gaze.
"...What's this all about? I expected more than 2 days notice, and what's with the supplies? It's hard for me to believe I'm not showing up somewhere to be handcuffed, beaten half to death and interrogated here.."
Rio stood up, filled with the taste of destroyed brains for the moment she opened the doors again, only slightly to not reveal the aftereffects of what had just transpired. After hopping out, she looked to the raven-haired woman again, still suspicious of the intent behind her 'repayment'.
"And I'll pass on the ride, thank you. I'd prefer you people not knowing what gate I came in from, let alone any indication of where I live."
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Secret Police
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Posts: 66
Preferred Name: Tyché
Character Profile: LYANTE
Character Name: Lyante Nephila
Status: Lurking
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Post by Tyché on Jan 18, 2016 4:36:36 GMT -5
Lyante felt a bit...embarrassed as Rio told her how there methods differed.
"To be fair, I think in this case, the guy had it coming." She knew it was an excuse like any other; Lyante's ways were a bit more thorough, though they sometimes came back to bite her. She'd deal with that when she had to though.
She dropped the NUIP in her tote bag and put away her gun as she studied the catgirl's careful manipulation of the truth with a newfound respect for the girl's skills.
The tense atmosphere dropped a little as Rio read the card. "Well, I guess if you can't make it, we can rescedule...but try to make it anyway. As for the supplies, well, that's a surprise."
Lyante gave her a pleasant smile, "I promise you won't be harmed," she quickly added, already planning the weekend and imagining how it would go.
Suit yourself," Lyante smiled, opening the ambulance door and letting Rio get out. Gesturing towards the 'paramedic' Lyante gave him the order to make the mess in the back disappear.
Giving Rio one last good-bye, she emphasized how glad she would be would Rio show up this weekend, before letting the catgirl go. She had two days; two days to explain her actions and prepare. With a little bit of luck, the greaseball had spilled everything he knew in order for her associates to save him. The fact he got some sort of treatment was enough to convince her of it. She tended to believe that catgirl though; that his information was useless, but at least she had done her job.
Happy about this day, she returned to the party; after all, she was still invited and they had the most amazing snacks. Sometimes, things just work out she thought, making a list of things she had to make sure to prepare for the best weekend ever.
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