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Re: Missing Links
« Reply #25 on: January 14, 2009, 02:10:20 PM »
A week had gone by, and still there was no word from Oracle.  But, as aggravating as that was, Santana kept low and quiet.  All the leads had dried up, and those teams who had been slow to obtain them were causing trouble.  Gunfights were erupting in the streets as high as the Third, though quieter battles happened in the Fourth, and even in the Fifth.  The Sixth was the only tier untouched by the ire of the Ghosts as they tried to get more information, even if they had to beat it out of a bleeding body to do so.  There was a lot of money at stake, after all.
This wasn't particularly troublesome for Santos.  He spent his time speaking with their various contacts and refilling his personal armory and, true to his style, Bill had plenty for him and the other locals he supplied, and had sent more than a few out of District ghosts packing, some with bullets in their asses, which would be the only ones they got from him.  Tanala tried to keep busy as well, but it was...difficult.  Santos dealt with the contacts mostly, and without any further leads from Oracle, she couldn't scry for much.  "All the power in the whole damned world, and I have nowhere to put it," she sighed tragically one day while hanging upside-down on the couch, staring at her poc-com as if she could will Oracle to call her.  She couldn't call him up herself, since doing so would be pointless.  He'd call when he had info.  Santos just smiled at her from across the room, his guns once more broken apart for cleaning and maintenance.  He'd given up telling her to sit upright.  She insisted that she did her best thinking while upside-down, claiming that the more blood in her head, the better the ideas flowed.  Besides, she hadn't passed out from sitting that way for so long in years, so he let her be.
At last, Tana sighed and sat up from the couch, and moved over to the chair by the window.  "I'm going to check the Shroud.  See if anyone's talking on there."  Without waiting for a reply, Tana sat into the chair, right in a warm sunbeam, and closed her eyes and loosed her awareness from her body.  The Shroud was the network of magi awareness.  Everyone who was magically inclined made of a small piece of it through their aura.  When enough mages were present in an area, it became strong enough that they could boost their energy from it, combine efforts to craft more powerful or longer lasting spells, or even speak to each other over it.  In a city as massive as Terran'tal, the Shroud was so developed that it sometimes manifested itself as a physical entity, shimmering through the sky like phosphorescence.  In this city, there were always people talking on it, like a chatroom in the Nexus, but for mages only.  Her body shifted into a sleep-like state, but she was quite aware.
When her eyes opened within the Shroud, she had her typical astral body back in place.  Common mage stock appeared in the ether just as they did in life.  However, those who were stronger had different appearances.  Tana's was a winged humanoid frame, far too tall and slender to even be elf, with long white hair and peircing black eyes with no iris or white.  She wore intricate armor that established her as a battle mage to those who percieved her, though it meant nothing further than the heirarchy that the mages had established within the Shroud.
The Shroud wasn't some expansive space of bodies congregating and mashed together; rather, strictly speaking, all anyone ever 'saw' was themselves, and a sort of white, shifting mist, but they were aware of all the minds of everyone else gathered there.  It was only when you made direct contact with anyone that the two percieved each other's astral forms.
For now, Tana simply listened.  She didn't expect much, but it was her only option at this point.  There were rumors and whisperings of recent events, of the fight at Casa Maia, the police blockade to the south, various sting operations that had taken out entire teams of Ghosts by specialized police teams, and even the outright murder of teams by other Ghosts.  Tana sighed and shook her head.  Maestro Acard had really shooken up the hornet's nest by offering so much money.  A lot of blood was going to be shed before his daughter was ever found, if she even was, alive or otherwise.  There was also talk of Antasis, and Tana frowned deeply at the name.  Antasis was one of those groups killing other Ghosts, and they didn't care who knew.  They were bad news, to be sure.  Heartless, cruel men who killed anything that got in their way.  Even their own team members.  Santana was good, real good, but even they never wanted to cross paths with Antasis.  She continued to listen, hoping for something to give her a new lead.

Tana spent hours in the Shroud, but had only picked up a couple small tidbits, nothing of any great use, but things to keep in mind, nonetheless.  It was dark by the time she returned to her own body, and there was no sign of Santos or his guns.  In their place on their dining table sat a covered dish that was obviously her dinner, and had gone cold from waiting for so long.  She sighed, and rubbed at her temple as she crossed the floor to eat.  The warming spell was simple, and soon the leftovers were steaming once more.  She ate slowly, wondering what they were going to do.  They couldn't afford to wait for Oracle much longer.

A couple days later, when Santos and Tana were once more at the table, trying to work out clues and leads, her impatience and jitteriness had finally gotten the best of her.  She pushed away from the table with a sigh, and without any word of explanation, strode quickly down to her room to change.  Santos frowned, but didn't hound her.  He knew the signs of buildup.  She should have gone out several days ago to purge, but they'd been hoping for word from Oracle and the other contacts.  But, with nothing on the waves, she couldn't wait any longer.
When she emerged, she wore her usual outfit for the club.  Shiny black knee-high 'fuck me' boots with two-inch heels started the ensemble.  A swath of smooth thighs cut off at the skirt that  stopped only a couple inches below the round of her butt, a mix of sheer and solid fabrics of black, white, deep red and electric blue, peices patched together over a sheer inner skirt.  Her midrift was bare, her shirt a simple black halter that very un-subtly displayed her 'endowments'.  A pair of long, black, fingerless gloves ran from her hands to her elbows, and her hair was thrown up in a messy bun with a pair of slender sticks.  A long coat hung over one arm as she moved through the kitchen drinking water and eating a bit more before her long night out.  Sparkly eyeshadow and lipstick completed the look, which matched the sparkly nail polish.
"You sure you wanna take that?" Santos nodded his head towards the coat, and Tana looked down at it.
"Nah.  Good thinking.  I'd probably just lose it."
"Like the three before it..." he reminded her with a smile, and only chuckled gently when she threw it at him.  She had no need of keys, and she knew enough people that, if she should need money, she could always beg it off of them.  "Be safe, Tana," he spoke gently as she reached the door, brotherly concern in his voice.  The words meant many things.  'Be safe with whatever boy you pick up.  Be safe between here and there.  Be safe, because there's more danger now than normally...'  He couldn't stop her from going, and knew that it was best that she go and get it over with.
"I will," she smiled back, and then slid out the door, the latch catching securely behind her.  She fairly ran up the steps to the next carport level, excitement filling her veins the further she went.  It had been too long, and she needed to purge badly.  Plus, there was a certain someone that she wanted a rematch with down at the club...

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Re: Missing Links
« Reply #26 on: January 23, 2009, 04:21:55 PM »
She didn't take their hovercar, or even her bike, both of which were in a lower garage.  No, tonight she was walking.  It just so happened that her destination was two Tiers down and several miles north.  Not that that made any difference to her.  She was a mage.  She didn't have to travel like normal people.  For instance, when she reached the lip of the garage at the lane of travel, the first thing she did was walk right off the edge, uncaring as her skirt flipped straight up as she shot down.  Wind resistance always was a fun feeling against her skin through barely-there-underwear.  A liberal application of force 'air brakes' slowed her descent as she passed into the Third, so that when she touched down on a roof top about half way down, she barely sent up even a small puff of dust.
There weren't many lights down here, which cast the buildings and empty spaces between them in an eerie shadow.  Lights from windows didn't penetrate the darkness too much, nor did lights mounted to the buildings which still somehow worked.  But, again, this was no problem for her.  The use of magic shifted her range of vision, passing into the infrared spectrum, and then she was off through the night, sprinting at inhuman speeds and leaping vast chasms between buildings like they were nothing.  Tana had a lot of energy to burn off, and she let go of her normal filters and mental limiters, letting the energies run wild through her.
Tanala wasn't the only one with energy to burn, either.  Half way to the club she ran into other mages on their way to the club.  They were across the gap, a good hundred feet away, and while she couldn't see their faces, and had never met them personally, she recognized their energy signitures from the club, and from other such meetings.  And she was in luck; they hadn't seen her yet.  Tana crouched at the edge of the building, hiding behind the crumbling parapet, and grinned wide as the ball of water formed in her hands, growing to be about the size of her head.  It sailed over the street, and landed square on the head of the 'leader' of their little group of friends.  He let out a startled yelp, audible even across the street, and as the three of them looked around for the source, Tana stood and whistled a cat call at them before making a face and scurrying off again.
It was a game they played.  They were all in their twenties, but mages with a need to purge could have the mindset of a child at times, and now they raced each other to the club, jumping along rooftops, ledges, patios, or any small outcropping, shooting waterballs at each other, and laughing maniacally as they went.  This was why she liked to travel in the Third; the Fourth was too busy to get away with antics like this, and the second was too dangerous.  The Third was quiet, and most people didn't care enough to try and stop them, and they rarely ran into cops.  At last they reached the shaft downwards, and once more Tana was sailing downwards, the water that soaked her sending chills up and down her spine.  When she landed, mere blocks from the club, she was only damp, and her hair twisted into little dreadlocks with the water in it, giving her a half-feral, very seductive look as she sauntered towards the blaring, thumping music.
Purge was called that because it was where a lot of mages went to do just that.  From as high as the Fourth and as low as the First, street mages of all races, species and ages came to let loose.  The atmosphere was thick with magical energy that gave a sort of contact high that no drug could compare to.  Many non mages came as well, just for the atmosphere, and because there were a lot of people there looking for a good lay, and weren't too particular about who they got it from, so long as they were exhausted at the end of it.

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Re: Missing Links
« Reply #27 on: March 02, 2009, 06:41:50 AM »
((Alright, lets see about getting back into this thread too.))

Another night, another club searched... It was all the same for Rassi. He had all but given up hope of hearing any information on the dissapeared girl. He had already taken on three other jobs in the time that it had taken him to get any idea of what to do on this one. And that idea was to try and find two of the people that he disagreed with the most. The two people who could, more then likely, hand him his ass any day of the week. Santos and Tanala. And he had tried searching for Santos, already. No one ever gave information on their weapons buyers, lets they loose good business. It was a tight lipped industry. So now, he was forced to try and track down Tanala, even though she was the one he actally feared. He didn't understand magic, at all. And that bothered him. But still, she would be the easiest one to track down. Becuase even this lowly merc new that mages needed to expunge build up energy inside of them, lest it start running rampant through them. The only thing was finding out where it was that the mages liked to go to do such things. And information like that was easy enough to find. So Rassi had made a compliation of all the different clubs that mages went to to expell energy. And when he had no other jobs to take care of, we went around to the different clubs, seeing it Tanala was there that night. It was a long shot each time, hoping that she would be at a certain place at a certain time. But Rassi needed answers and he knew the two ghosts had info that he might be able to at least buy off of them. So it was worth a shot. After all, the only thing he really had at this point was money. He knew that Santos, more then likely, had a larger weapon selection then the specialised peices that Rass carried with him. And Tanala really had no need for weapons. And he had no worth in magic. So all he had was money. But at least he could try.

And so, it was another night, at another club, with the hope of a lucky break or several. Rassi pulled the sport hover-bike into a spot in the garage bay near the club, parking it and shutting down the engine as he set it on the skids. He climbed off the bike and adjsuted the black leather 'bomber jacket' that he currently wore. He had a single auto-pistol holstered under his armpit in the coat for at least some kind of defense if he needed it. He wasn't looking for a fight tonight, that was for sure. But he didn't know how the female mage would react if he did happen to find her. As he walked, the heavy combat boots that he wore, more then halfway hidden under the baggy black pants, clopped heavily on the pavement that he walked along. The pants themselves were decorated with chrome metal claps and thich belts that wrapped around his legs. A thich heavy belt ran across his waist with a chrome belto buckle in the shape of a twisted gothic cross. Under his jacket, he wore a tight fitting, blood red, sleeveless T-Shirt that flaunted his muscles when he wore the jacket open or took it off. The Jacket was decorated much like the pants with chrome clasps and buckles running up the sleeves and a few dull chrome spikes here and there, mainly on hi shoulders and elbows. A long silver necklace drapped down from his neck, tucked under the shirt he wore. And as a finishing peice, his headband was wore across his forehead, dipping down to cover his right eye just slightly. It held his hair up and out of his face though, and he liked that.

The merc walked through the garage at a brisk pace, headed towards the source of the pulsing dance music that permiated the air in the area. It was easy to figure out where the club was at, that was for sure. He headed down onto the street level, exiting the garage out onto the sidewalk of the street and turning to head towards the club. Thankfully, this one wasn't like most of the upper tier clubs, with bouncers at the door, controlling enterance. This one was open for any and all to come in. So, Rassi moved straight into the club, reading the sign a the approached. "Purge" what a fitting title for a club made for Mages to come and vent. As soon as he entered the door, the music volume increased by nearly one hundred fold, but at least it was a good selection. The place was well packed and it was easy to tell just how many of them were mages in here. The energy that ran through the air prickeled at his skin, cuasing the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end. It was like a thick static electricity that ran through the entire building. It was an interesting sensation to say the least, and Rassi was starting to get acustomed to it after so many nights being around it. Now-a-days he wasn't nearly as 'weirded out' about mages as he was in the beginning. After all, most of them were normal average people like everyone else. Good to talk to, good to hang around with. Normal people.

Rassi moved through the crowd slowly, picking his way past all the people, taking a few moments to talk to a few individuals that he had met at other clubs and  a few other woman that stood out from the rest. But in the end, he landed at the bar, propped up against it as he looked around the club slowly, trying to pick out certain faces through the throng of people. He ordered a stiff drink to take care of him for now. No mixed drinks or anything, straight liquor to sip on for a little while to help him loosen up a little bit. After that, he would start in on the mixed drinks and such. For now, the ghost stood there, propped up against the bar, his eyes slowly surveying the club.
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Re: Missing Links
« Reply #28 on: March 06, 2009, 11:47:55 AM »
"Why don't you come out tonight?" This wasn't the first time Laurent has tried to drag Ezri with him. Nightly, as if it had become some sort of ritual, the shapeshifter would find himself walking right into Ezri's home as if it were his own, and try to coax her to get some fresh air. To break away from the isolation and make an appearance. The cat was addicted to making a scene, always he was spotted around the celebrities, the rich and famous, those with power and lived the good life. He wasn't asking the vampire to be an arm ornament, however, and she knew this. The cat who needed to be touched and reminded what it was like to feel good was social, while the vampire had found comfort in sollace, and he was struggling to understand how that exactly worked. A slight, fluid shake of her head was her answer, as it always was.

"Your plants will continue to grow." There was a teasing lilt to his words, and a soft, barely ledgable twitch flexed through her otherwise stoic face, a shadow of a smile. "And where do you plan to go?" Her lilting Northern accent made it seem as if she were teasing him with the way the flexed and pushed the vowels, and this brought a victorious smirk on Laurent's face. "Can't you feel it?" She felt many things, he'd have to be more specific than that: it was all said with a very simple look. The cat smirked again, waving a hand around in the air to gesture what he meant. "You go, enjoy your nightly encounter with yet another woman; try not to cause another mess."

"That was an accident."

"You do know what they say about curiosity and cats," a brow lifted and once more Laurent looked smug. "That's why I've got nine lives." Ezri frowned, the expression solely expressed through her eyes as she looked at him. Laurent ran to the beat of his own drum, he wasn't a bad person, just overly curious and didn't think about reprocussions. He had no intentions of settling down his ways, and he never would. He was a wild card, and it would either allow him to live a long, happy life, or cut it short. This time, Ezri sighed, shaking her head and rising to a stand from where she sat on one of the couches. "I don't want to be doing this." Laurent actually beamed, and she could actually invission those dark, spotted ears standing tall while his tale flicked side to side, excited. "It's good for your old bones. Breathe the fresh air- well, it won't be fresh, we'll be down on the Third... but think about this. All those mages... someone should know something about how the girl might have dissapeared like that."
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
"Shit."

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Re: Missing Links
« Reply #29 on: March 20, 2009, 01:17:40 PM »
As with the different classes living on the tiers, the clubs had their own stratified atmospheres as well.  As with all things, the higher you went, the classier and more luxurious they were.  Lower levels were base, "primitive" according to some of the upper eschelons.  The Third, occupied by the working class, was home to predominantly working class bars.  Anywhere from dingy holes in the walls with bad lighting and a perpetual smoke haze and a griminess that was part of the air, to clean, well lit establishments that tried to emulate thier higher cousins, but ultimately were home to the 9-5 crowd.  Down here, no one cared about what went on above them.  There might be a few who had heard of the missing daughter, but no one would have much to say on the matter.  The most vocal were those who had also lost a daughter at some point in the past, and demanded where the press and police were when she went missing.  No, there was little sadness on the part of these daily workers for the fate of one of the city's many 'princesses'.

Word on the higher levels was hush hush.  Anyone heard speaking about the recent events would be tagged by the police as a person of interest.  So, the best luck would be had on the lower levels, the Second and First, where criminals walked without fear, and even ran the streets in the absence of police.  If anyone was talking, it would be down there.

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« Reply #30 on: March 20, 2009, 01:28:48 PM »
As soon as Tana hit the doors her energy rose to mingle with those already gathered, simultaneously feeding off of and contributing to the atmosphere that created that wonderful high.  She didn't pause to look around, to see who might be there already, to search out a familiar face.  This wasn't a social call.  So she practically dove head first into the writhing mass of bodies out on the dance floor, feeling the baselines thump through her entire body, and proceeded to lose herself to the night.

She hadn't noticed Rassi at all in her eagerness, but, neither was she concerned about an attack here.  Mages looked after their own.  Even those on opposing teams called temporary truces when it came to purging.  Sort of like a hate fuck; they got more out of not trying to kill each other at the clubs.  Tana herself had one more than one occasion indulged in such with other ghost mages.  And win or lose, they both were satisfied at the end, parted with threats that, next time on the street, they'd kill each other, and vanish back into their respective corners of the club to continue their evening.  And an attack from an outsider?  Well, a man would have to be pretty ballsy, or downright insane, to attack a mage while surrounded by hundreds of others who were just looking for an excuse to blow off some magical energy.

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Re: Missing Links
« Reply #31 on: September 21, 2009, 10:08:20 PM »
Tingly.  That was really the most sophisticated word she could come up with anymore about how she felt.  All...tingly.  Like little feather-footed insects were crawling all over her, tickling her gently and creating a giddy sense of euphoria.  And arousal.  There was definitely that as well.  She'd already finished one conquest and was already back out on the floor, desperately seeking to burn off the energy that seemed to boil from deep inside of her, demanding to be released lest it consume her.  Currently she found herself dancing intimately with a man whose face she didn't bother to look up to see, nor did she care what his name was.  But he was well built, and if things went right, promised to help her blow off some steam.

 

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