roukan you don't have one?

~Darminian

Meh.

Its kind like how "no news is good news" "no posts means no stupid posts, although it also means no positive posts aswell.

Oh well, heres some filler in the meantime.

Darminian

You figure if they were gonna release a paper once a month they could at least make it more than one page. I mean if it was just a daily or even weekly front page ok, but a month per front page? I mean shouldn't there at least be a challenge to finding the "hidden" content.

Although im so anxious for the event that deep down i could hardly care.

Also don't you find it hipporitical to talk about how people don't know that there are secrets in the paper publicly? Isn't that like saying hey no one knows that im actaully Morpheus publically, it defeats the prupose of hidden content, its like someone who posts the answers almost lol. No one in particular just saying its funny.

Though pointing it out makes me a hypocrite so its only funny to reflect now.

Oh well they aren't too difficult to find i suppose.

 For Morpheus.

Darminian

Message Edited by Darminian on 09-23-2005 09:20 AM

Actually im in the market for one aswell.

And chances are im willing to get into a bidwar with V here.

Darminian

i've got at least 20 here i'll never use with any real point, but i don't want any from vector, so if you want to make me another offer, feel free.

~Darminian

Actually i've just been faking it for years - but i am literate.

Darminian

Besides, if you've been around for a while and don't really PVP, you find yourself making more info than you can spend quickly.

- Void

Even if you PVP - you still just wind up with a lot..... like a friggin lot.

~Darminian

Here i'll do a rendition of what would have happened:

*cues benny hill music.*

EPN and their mighty force of 6 people arrive in debir court.

Machinists and their mighty force of at least 20 people arrive at every other open spot in Debir court.

EPN gets slaughtered.

Machines laugh and trash talk, epn tries to counter trash talk and no one really gains anything save for CQ's or distaste.

Some zionists show up and rally with epn to crush the machines with the almighty zurg. Machines whine about it and point out when the numbers were the other way they won - but word it in a way that makes it sound like numbers don't matter.

A few people question the validity of zions place in the truce with stuff like this.

We all go back to square 1.

Darminian

Everything was scattered and a mess in the office, including the desk he usually kept clear. The small piece of order in this chaos now like its surroundings, buried under files, reports and print outs from the code.

"Remarkable what machinists will part with for money, though when you don't have system exploitation for profit you need to make it some how." He thought to himself throwing another file on the desk.

The files spread across his desk were all in relation to some two specific ‘hits' attempted in the past few days. He'd been racking his brains solidly trying to figure out what was going on. There was a board to his right with more papers and information covering it, splashed across, all over an aerial shot of Tabor park. It's similarities to a clichéd detectives office from the cinema amused him, regardless of the stress.

He stops, inhaling to calm himself; he collects himself and runs through the situation in his mind. "Olbaid rolls into Tabor park -waiting for some mysterious contact. So he's waiting and "boom" he gets jumped, something about masked attackers, no witnesses - Of course, eyes everywhere in this *CENSORED* place except for where I need to see, wonderful. All the insomniacs and night owls but they don't spend time in parks."

"-Masked attackers, could be cypherites, but why Olb, he's not even running with the EPN any more. - No they were full masks, that's not cypherite style so it must have been someone else, but then why Olbaid."

Rummaging through some other files he finds the report he got off the data node the other day. The one outlining an attack on a Sirens operative - Chemuel. Reading over the report he tacked it to the board.

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"So both operatives went to the park, got ambushed by these masked operatives and ... roses, what the hell, what's all this flower business -some stupid calling card." Another report comes into his hand and he reads over it, "...blood red rose was placed upon victims back.... Code analysis reveals blocks reconstruction ability." He threw it to the desk and grabbed another off the side, the description of Yahweh's encounter. "... when the ‘rez' was attempted the rose decompiled, no longer able to disrupt the reconstruction process."

He moved around the place and settled himself back at his desk, sitting down he sighed and ran his hand through his spiked hair. "So somebody is trying to off red pills in mega city, and leaving blood red roses on the bodies, some kind of code enhanced calling card...." Something sparked in the back of his brain, jumping from his chair he grabbed his coat and ran for the door as she walked in. "Heading out already Darm?" He stopped momentarily eyeing the woman in black from head to toe. "Yeah I need to check something out, but you can do me a favor." Pushing her into his office he ran to the elevator and yelled back "Clean that up for me would ya?" 

Darminian

That horrid acrid stench, the sight of it, the burning, the scarring, tearing cutting, burying itself deep within, this hell encompassed all within his own mind, his own torture for no reason apparent to him. Sights and horrors beyond those of told evil, beyond that of evil that can be simply comprehended. Demons and monsters dwell there but are nothing compared to what else lies there.

The echoes, screams, moans, cries, pleas, begging, and silence all within this one place, this one time, tearing at the very essence of this one. The tearing into, the cracking, the breaking the ripping from the body, all of these evil and retched things boring into this mind, this is the hell, this is the encompassment of that which must be endured. It's fled from, fleeing into nothingness, a gentle nothingness that can be appreciated in light of what it is to what it was. But soon the darkness comes, ebbing, moving, sliming its way forward, eating the light, eating the calmness and simple peace of nothingness, it's devoured.

The realm, the keeper the realm, he fights it, he wrestles and slips through it running, as it surrounds him, it slides and moves up, it grips him and pulls him down, holding his very being, he essence, beyond flesh and bone, it swallows him as he fights, like a thick oozing tar, it eats away, every second it's touched the visions from before are multiplied and displayed again, the searing pain beyond description, the eyes and brain bleed, the internals rupture and tear themselves apart from it, the skin crawls from the bone, the muscles implode from tension, the blood freezes and shatters, the fight becomes impossible as the darkness take everything, and leaves nothing. And then the voice, the wretched voice that sense shivers down the spine, and compresses the vertebrates with this shiver, and the eyes, those burning red eyes, so full of hatred the cliché is burned from your mind in sight of them, and replaced with a hell beyond that of vision. "I'm coming for you!"

He flies upright, gasping for air, as though the tar still surrounds him, covered in sweat, his eyes wide open, the bizarre blue of them heightened in this wakening, his hand moves to his forehead and he closes his eyes and inhales to calm himself.

Darminian

He slammed his fists on the desk, scattering papers like leaves in the wind. He was livid, which was a strange thing to behold since containing composure is something he tried to do all the time. He stormed around it, punching a hole in the wall, causing a small cloud of dust and insulation to fill the air. She waltzed in at the sound of the chaos inside his room. The door opened as he was in the middle of lighting a cigarette, another unusual sight to see from him.

Something wrong Darm?

she giggled as she looked around the office.

Oh no, *poop* loads of drowning blue pills, more people after our blood than before, and our ‘glorious leader' showing up, clarifying nothing, and not understanding no matter what he does people don't care.

Well, he is just a kid Darm, what do you expect?

But he's the leader, I mean he stepped up, got those people behind him, but it's like he doesn't care, he doesn't even bother speaking to us. You know he wanted them to stay faithful to him, but Tae was the one there for us, he was the one showing up getting us informed. The kid would just show up and be like good job guys, bravo.

Well they say faith can blind a man. Perhaps he needs a reality check, faith without logic can stop bullets.

It worked for neo.

He's not neo, and neither are you.

She opened his coat to reveal the wounds that still hadn't closed, the blood staining the front of his shirt.

Wonderful, let me go get the med kit, you know for someone who says they don't like violence, you sure no how to find it.

I like violence -I just like other things better.

Well now what are you going to do? I know you your not going to want to sit down and explain to everyone how this wasn't your fault, and then what eventually accept that they'll blaim all of you no matter what?

She said as she pushed him into his chair and began sewing lines of code back together in his skin with the open streams.

Ugh, don't we have pills?

Nope, were all out, after that last incident. Your going to need to code more.

Don't remind me.

So what are you going to do though?

Well Merit and Escondido can tell people where I stood in this whole ordeal, I mean I spoke to her in the aftermath, and I was in his little group in front of the church. So they can tell their own.

I mean what are you going to do about the kid?

I...

He sighed calmly.

I'm going to give him two options, two simple options that will define what my next course of action will be.

Oh?

She inquired as she finished the patchwork.

He's going to sit down with me and discuss that which I've needed to say since he started this route, faith versus logic like we've said, the direction and purpose of this *CENSORED* org, and what the hell he's trying to do. I'm going to tell him what I think of this whole thing and I'm going to find out if I should even bother staying.

What's the second option?

He can accept my resignation from the ranks of the EPN and he can take my letter of resignation and shove it.

Your serious?

Dead serious.

And what happens if he doesn't meet with you?

Then I'll know he obviously doesn't give a *poop* about the ones loyal to his cause, and I'll be able to move on to find my purpose, or the cause that suits me.

And that would be?

No idea.

Well this came for you  by the way.

She left the room and came back with a small package.

It's from taecross.

Is it ticking?

He forced a chuckle.

No, but they don't tick.

Handing him the package.

Tearing it open, he looked at the small gift now in his hands, a small smile came to his lips.

Talk about going out with a bang....

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Darminian

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A Letter to the kid => Sent to the ship via Taecross's on board e-mail, before its deletion.

Dear Michael,

I've come to a point where in which it now becomes a necessity that I speak to you, our operatives are turning rogue, your ready to cast them out with no connection to us, your route is leading us to a zone of inactivity and your people are losing faith in the confusion of the world around them.

You wanted them to oppose someone like Taecross, since he is forcing his own agenda at the cost of blue pill life, to stand against one who they were before in place to support. Here you are, our noble leader; the king of the EPN as it were, and we see you a fraction of the time we saw him, and even he is hardly around -though now you'll have him beat as he is no more.

You expected those whose only leadership came from this man, to oppose him at the drop of a hat? Loyalty and Respect are things earned and not given, though I fear many have forgotten that in their admiration of the big names, like you, Niobe and ghost. But today worked as an example, you clearly don't know your troops, your people, as you come in to tell us that he was wrong and we don't support that action. 90% of the epn on site today were apparently helping him as it were, and according to you, those that did would be removed, two things are ridiculous about this statement.

No one helped or stopped Taecross today, not a single person fired upon him, nor struck him, not a single person helped him prep a bomb or even arm one, he did it all on his own. And even at the end, where he stacked the many bombs which overloaded his RSI and served as his demise, not one person helped or stopped him. No matter who says what, everyone around him today was an audience member, regardless of what they wanted to be.

But this letter isn't about that, this letter is a formal request if not demand for your presence for a meeting between you and I, I need to get some facts straight, and only you can help me. I would go to Santia for connection with you, but frankly, I'd rather not wait another 6 months to speak with her. You and I need to have a discussion as I've found my feelings about being here have wavered to an unstable zone.

Perhaps its my ego, or something else, that could serve as the answer to the question "what makes me so special as to meet with you" or "what gives me the right to a one on one" Well those questions are asked by those that will hold you in higher regard than perhaps you deserve. As far as I'm concerned, I feel I'm entitled to it for several reasons. The first would be my devotion and dedication to the cause, it's been unwavering and unchanging since before you even met with us, since before we even truly had your endorsement as it were, and I've still stood by. Secondly I deserve it because I ask for it, this might not entitle me to much in most orgs, but in this one, where you yourself have said were all equals.

Now for the part that makes it like a demand, I ask that you attend based upon a request, you are well within your rights to decline or refuse, but failure to

a)acknowledge this request

or

b)meet with me.

Will result in the submittal of my resignation from the EPN, these things will show unto me you care very little about your people, and even less about the loyal ones. I've grown tired of going through this hell for nothing. Tired of wondering if this hell is even worth it, consider this your last chance to change my mind.

Sincerely

Darminian

As i've said to many, many things happened that day, blood was spilled, eyes opened, some forced some not forced. Shots fired, feud fueled and propaganda spread.

 At the end of the day, all everyone was, were talkative members of an audience.

 People say the EPN supported him, yet all they did was run after him aimlessly like those who didn't. I saw more zion fighting machines than i did EPN, but these same people would spit on me as though i'd done anything that day other than watch in horror.

The machinists killed zionists who were supposedly helping to stop the threat, and of the course the merrovingians in one way or another were killed or did kill, and yet all had something in common.

Whether you supported or didn't support those bombs we were all just talkative onlookers.

No one sat on the bombs, no one armed them, planted them, defused them, those of you that would say im guilty are as guilty as yourselves, as for those of you who would blaim the ones who agreed with what was done, your still as guilty as they are.

The truth is, we were all just forced witnesses to planting and detonation of code bombs done by an individual declared rogue by the organisation. I would say every man is responsible for his own actions, but the masses prefer blood to logic.

Some would counter that he was guilty for he held the flag of EPN but when he was declared rogue, he was just a mere red pill, had he been a well known machine or merrovingian as out of charachter as it may seem, i know few would blaim the org, as for factions, well were all guilty by association sooner or later.

As for me, as for one who can speak for himself, i feel no guilt, no hatred no deeper desire to do anything more than i already did. No blood is on my hands that didn't deserve to be there, i fought only when defending myself, and i told those around me, there were two ways to stop this.

I told Santia, our liason the woman we hardly see, who comes to brief us like some taecross 2.0, that death would be the only end to Taecross, even the oracle predicted such, but of course no one seemed to listen to her either. Remarkable how i put faith in a womans words when that woman probably couldn't even speak my name.

He died from exposure to overdosed code at the hands of  stack of codebombs he detonated, HE detonated, so no matter how many of you people think you are the hero for trying to stop Taecross that day, no that there were no winners.

Taecross was his own hero and villian all along.

And we were all losers, unable to stop, to help to make a difference as is the case here.

And the real losers are the ones who lost their families without choice in the matter.

Should they stay, they are blessed, should they drown perhaps they are blessed aswell, should they seek to return, well i hope those of you who pray do so for them.

As for me, i'll be waiting to be spit on, as usual for the sins of others. But for the love of god, do your homework, 1% might be small, but its still 1%.

Darminian

Word on the street is you demanded a private meeting with the head honco.

And?

Who the *CENSORED* do you think are man, like your better than the rest of us or something, that your entitled to meet him? You think hes gonna play favorites or some *poop* like that?

It's not about favoritism, than what, you think your better than me? Than us?

I think for starters you should calm down, your embarassing yourself. Secondly, it was a request, i don't expect him to show up, hell i've made appointments with people and gotten less, and this guy is our leader right, he's busy as hell so i don't expect him to step out of his office in zion or whatever desk he sits behind to come see me. No, i don't expect it at all, but i'm giving him a chance.

A chance for what?

 A chance to show me hes different than the rest, that hes not some mindless leader too concerned with his own power to to give a *poop* about his individuals, his own people. I want to see if he's at the beck and call of his people, i don't give a *poop* how busy he is, you know i'm a busy guy too, but for a long time, i've had more people in a faciton i've been *CENSORED* near the top of, then hes had as an org, and he's still around less than i am.

So what, maybe hes got *poop* to take care of?

Does he? Remember a the piece of blue sky concerts?

Yeah - what about em?

He didn't show up till the end, seems to me some soilder of zion, some soilder of neo, who believed in total freedom shoulda been on hand to stop the lights no? Instead he shows up at the end, and says good job guys. I remember Taecross told me not to go there when i pressed him about where he'd been all day.

Yeah well you should show more respect to your superior officers.

Superior? What the name of god makes him superior to me, cause he starts a little rag tag team of action mongers and then decides to do nothing? Do i need to remind you, we made the move first on this iteration cause he was taking his *CENSORED* time here, we started this *poop*, and even the machines recognized that. Our methods weren't the best but you know what? I'd bet dollars to donuts my *CENSORED* has been on the line more than his has.

What about when he was in camon fighting Grey?

What about that, cause hes stupid to try and fight an agent, theres a difference between being in dangerous situations and putting yourself in danger. If hes trying to earn my respect for him like that, hes got another thing commming.

Yeah but he put up an amazing fight, no one has ever beaten an agent, except for......

Hes not neo. People need to realize that, a lot of people knew neo, hell niobe, ghost, the merovingian, i'd wager even flood and all the other lap dogs, yet no one is stupid enough to figure they are the kid, so why do some of us?

You gotta have faith man..... you gotta believe.....

Believe in what? What the hell do you want me to believe? You want me to believe in our leader who shows up at the end every time to give the final statement? If he wants to earn my respect maybe next time he'll show up and stop the Taecross, prove to everyone he does have some common sense as opposed to showing up at the end ang going "oops, my bad". These people don't care about that, hell these days they don't even wanna listen to him, and those that do, we get *poop* on, cause he wants to speak to the masses. Is that any way to treat the ones with faith?

 I..... I.....

 I'm done here, i'm not trying to sway you from your path to the one, or even your path to salvation or redemption, i just can't keep going like this when my heart isn't in my work.

But what, when your killing and making money, stealing, being crafty, sinning in the ways of a merrovingian, you find your heat in your work? Or perhaps when your effeciently removing problems in your situation, fixing code dilemmas or patching nodes or giving a *poop* about the blue pills, and acting like a machinist *CENSORED* kisser, than your hearts in your work?

We were all bluepills once.

Yeah, but were not now, and as were outside of the truce, that means they are a threat to us, and if you need to --

If i need to i'll kill one in self defense but theres a difference between self defense and cold blooded useless murder. The redpills around us, it's safe to say few are innocent, and i know a lot of blue pills do bad things whil they sleep, the real world isn't always as cruel as the dream world, but the fact remains, if anyone is innocent here its them.

You sound like a *CENSORED* cypherite.

I don't support them, i don't want to sleep, but lets be honest, if everyone was put back, there would be a lot more peace then there would if everyone was awakened.

So you don't support globa awakening or even the end of the matrix?

How could i, i've met exiles with more feeling and humanity than i have myself, i couldn't see them die. And i wouldn't force those with a good life into a *CENSORED* existence, so the matrix needs to last, even if we ever do start again outside or clear the sky.

So then, what the hell are you? Some kind of cold blooded killer one minute, some terrorist kind, to some bleeding heart humanitarian, beyond humanitarian as you care for exiles? What the *CENSORED* are you?

I'm lost.

Darminian

Enough said, make me an offer.

A puzzled look came to his face as he overlooked the public transmission, he closed it down and retired to his room, as usual he was wide awake without any intention of sleeping. He shut off the lights and sat quietly in the dark.

Probation eh? You naughty naughty boy.

I hate it when you do that.

Yeah like you're the only one who sneaks around in the shadows.

No I suppose not, but I've never snuck into your bedroom.

Yeah, too bad.

Hilarious isn't it?

What?

I give him an ultimatum as it were, about meeting with me or watching me walk away, and not only does it go ignored, he puts me on probation for something I didn't even do. .

So you going to try and defend yourself or plead your case?

What's the point, I mean everyone whose going to judge thinks I'm guilty, I mean they think he's guilty and he's trying to make up for Taecross's actions.

Well don't you want to at least avoid probation?

He chuckled. Probation means I won't be speaking to the kid, or being involved in actions and events from our organization. So more or less probation is the same as every day life in the EPN.

Don't you at least want him to know you didn't do it?

I don't think he even knows which one in a prophet duster I am. I'd be impressed if he could pick me out in a line up.

Still....

Look all it means is that maybe he'll want to step up and tell us himself why were on probation and I can finally get to speak to him. And if not, well then I've got some vacation time on my hands.

Maybe you should just have faith in him, in neo, or at least fate.

Faith in fate?

Why not?

I don't know about faith in fait, but if Micheal won't give me the requested guidance, perhaps there's a person who deals in fate, that will.

So how long are you going to wait this time?

No idea, but as I compile a list of people I wait for, the probability of meeting someone gets better.

You know for someone who wants to denounce his dependance on the 'celebreties of the matrix' you sure aren't starting well.

It's a 12 step program, step one is admitance, step two is denial.

That doesn't make any sense.

It's my program it doesn't have to, now jack me in, i wanna go write another letter.

Yeah -cause the last one worked soooo well.

Shut up.

Darminian

Should have been donanna, ugh stupid lack of edit.

Darminian

Sorry trace we found the judge already.

Oooooeeeeeoooooooo! ((love that show.))

Any word from the kid yet?

*he rolled his eyes.* What do you think?

Oh i know, but it's fun to irk you. How about the mistress of cookies?

*He chuckled a bit.* I put word to her and her guardian, i have another angle, but that can be dealt with in due time i suppose.

So what now?

I suppose i give him till his next appearence, or Santias at least. If nothing is said then, i'm leaving.

So what until then, your going to "have faith"? *she giggled.*

If you want to call it that.

Your a strange one.

Indeed i am. It's out of my hands as much as it is in them.

Wish i was.

Shut up.

*she giggled again.*

Darminian

Rest in Peace Permutation.

He raised his pistol into the air and fired a shot.

~Another fallen warrior, orientation matter not, another life of tragedy, you will be forgotten not.

Darminian

(Brilliant picture provided by Endless Void.)

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A vile and thick fog filled the streets of mega city as pale moonlight clung to the outlines of shadows and illuminated the mist. Block after block of the city was completely deserted and empty save for the
silvery fog rolling around aimlessly, ceaselessly spreading. The street lights flickered quietly to themselves, as if silent resistance to the fog was slowly failing them as even their light did little more
then fall easily into the nothingness below. A trip down a small alleyway, not even a side street would yield the sight of two men outside a rough looking metal door, the first was pressed against the wall,
his arm held behind his back. The other held it in place with ease as his eyes looked over the door.

"This is it then?" The one staring at the door asked.

"Yes!" The other replied in agony his resistance only causing him more pain.

With his free hand he reached down and opened the door, and stared curiously at the door on the outside of a building that lead to the outside of another building. With a twist of his occupied hand he forced
his friend through the door and followed closely behind, closing the door after him. They emerged on a street facing a small city block, but behind them there was a seemingly endless ocean of grey nothingness.
Tree's and cars floating around at different heights, a pink and blue sky painted above them but below the city block was nothing - it seemed to float there aimlessly.

"What is this place?"

"Heck if i know but i showed you where it is - can i go now?"

"What? - Oh yeah sure, i'm done with you."

The man's scream filled the air for only a short while as he plummeted into the grey abyss below, his features growing smaller and smaller until he could be seen no longer, Darminian brushed his hands and moved
towards the city block. After wandering aimlessly for a short while he came across an area similar to debir court - it's strange familiarity was upset by an even stranger feeling in his gut. He moved across the
court taking in the sights and sounds, there wasn't the familiar echo of traffic or people through the area, but it seemed so similar - the faintest footsteps could be heard close by - very close by.

A gloved hand reached into his coat slowly before flying out of it with a pistol in hand. As he looked to where he'd heard the steps the gentle wizzing of the shuriken cutting through the air caught him off guard as it planted itself in his thigh. Where his aim rested he'd barely caught a glimpse of a long strand of material at around head height zipping by the dumpsters quickly. He lead the target on and fired a few shots, ripping the shuriken out of his thigh he chased after the target. Where the shots had landed there was a piece of stray material - a headband of sorts. His attention quickly turned to his side and he saw the target flee through a nearby door.

Minutes later he was creeping up on the target along the catwalk of a warehouse - her frame was slender and she wore a traditional style gi, her headband was something out of an old ninja movie he inched closer, sure he'd not been detected when to his absolute surprise she'd spun on the spot and kicked him in the head, sending him toppling over the edge of the catwalk. His body hit the ground with a loud thud, as he groaned in pain rolling onto his back and staring upwards - before he'd even turned all the way over his eyes caught the woman falling through the air towards him - her knees extended to collide with him. In the last possible second he rolled to his side and watched her collide with the ground, her eyes turned to look at him sprawled on his back with his pistol pointed right at her - two shots rang out and she crumpled to the floor.

Getting to his feet he began to dust himself off as he watched the cloud of smoke show up and the body dissapear - in the same instant a wrecking ball of force collided with his back sending him across the floor, he turned in time to
see another female ninja of a different color standing before him - poised in a martial arts stance.

"what in the hel..."

The woman reached into her gi and withdrew a few shurikens aiming down at her target- when suddenly a black hole of code ripped itself wide in the wall of the warehouse and both parties stared dumb-struck at it - a long black tentacle
ripped forwards and gripped the ninja's leg dragging it towards the hole. She kicked and shoved and clawed trying to keep herself in place but to no avail as her frame was sucked into the blackness and dissapeared. There was a sort of slurping popping noise that emmanated from the wall before it seemed to pour itself from the brick and stone into a man's frame. Darminian looked on in surprise before it all started to make sense - the white haired individual with no eyes stretched out in a strange inhuman manner before licking his fingers lightly.

"Ah - here you are Darminian."

"Bottomless......what a.....pleasure?" He asked more then stated.

The void seemed to float more then walk towards him as he turned his head in another inhuman fashion a dark and  playful manner present despite the fact that he'd literally just consumed a code entity whole.

"I understand you're the man to see about kernel acquisition."

"Uh...yeah i know how to get them."

The void offered a hand to him while he was on the floor, the look of bewilderment of Darminian's face said volumes about the awkwardness of the situation, a moment passed before he accepted it, half expecting to come to the same fate as the ninja he'd just encountered.

"Do you think you could help me acquire one?"

"I...uh... tell you what - " He finally manged the cogs finally working again.

"You help me take care of this little ninja problem, and i'll help you deal with those oligarch code puppets."

Darminian spit out noting that in a cloud of smoke another ninja had arrived. The void turned with a sigh, before kicking the ninja into a pile of boxes just beyond the two of them.

"Very well human."

"Easy now bottomless - they seem to be getting stronger."

The two turned to watch as the same ninja emerged from the box with twice as many shurikens in it's hands.


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Tommorow we will be farming a ninja box or two in Sati's construct before moving the entire group to the oligarch hide out to help anyone who wants a kernel get one - it's going to be sloppy and chaotic, but the goal is to get enough people on board to overpower the stupidity.

We'll meet up in the warehouse in sati's to start off with kuniochi box then move on to the construct where in which the team or hopefully teams will be recalled and an order of loot we'll be sorted out, i'll be staying until everyone has one or my eyes fall out of my head.

Yes endlessvoid will be making a cameo, no he won't be signing autographs. 

Yes indeed, today in 4 hours.

Event is going to be starting in 7 minutes or so - were in the warehouse in satis.

Coords:

218 -46 -87

5th floor of the warehouse.

Some shots from the event:

500 k.

~Darminian

GreyMountain looked at the others in disgust and chuckled. "Do you honestly think you're going to get into a club wearing THAT garishly pink outfit?" Grey shook his head and strode ahead of the rest down the puddle strewn street.

"Dude. These Gi's will get you in anywhere. And I swear, once you've worn it you'll never go out without it." Odj replied.

"Yeah. Just because you can't be arsed to get one, don't knock you a**." Darminian responded sharply.

On the horizon a large neon sign beamed out a fluorescent light. In large blue letters the words 'Club Janus' beamed down the block. Granted the J was flashing off and on, and the neighbourhood wasn't exactly in the best shape it had been in. But this club was the place to be. "I don't intend to be wearing such a god awful outfit when I try and hit on the supreme women we'll be seeing tonight." Said Grey, gradually distancing himself from the crowd.

"I bet you I'll get more action than you do tonight." Chortled Windfaller, raising Grey the finger.

"Ha. Yeah, while you may think that suit number looks good, it won't get anywhere tonight. These Gi's will be the life of the party. I might let you take some of the dropouts thought." Odj said, bursting out in hysterics.

"And what's with that silly beret Grey? You look...I dunno...you just look stupid." Retorted Darminian.

"Hey, don't knock the beret. Just cos you can't pull it off with that ridiculous metal head mask." GreyMountain said, feeling quite hurt. "I'll have you know this is a very fashionable piece right now."

"Yeah, fashionable for idiots" Laughed ExternalError.

"Shut-up baldy" barked everyone in unison.

The club approached. The hum of a nearby searchlight pierced the otherwise silent night. The further the group of Neonates got to the club, the more the bass from the club could be felt. A couple of women walked past the crowd, slightly tipsy. GreyMountain gave them a wink. The two women stopped, gave a disapproving look and turned to the 4 in pink. They giggled and started chatting to the guys.

"God-dammit." GreyMountain dropped his head despondently and marched to the club.

The queue for the club was huge. The red rope stretched for seemingly miles. Behind it stood hundreds of women in the skimpiest, tightest clothes imaginable. Interspersed were smartly dressed men laughing and chatting up the women. At the doors to the club stood 5 burly bouncers. Each more menacing than the last. Undoubtedly strong programs designed to keep all trouble out.

GreyMountain and other 4 took up their spot in the queue. A few ladies turned round and ogled at the pink outfits. The owners of the clothing just tipped their hats and smiled. "Starting to doubt the outfits now then Grey?" Smiled Ex.

GreyMountain snorted, "Just wait till I start to show my stuff off on the dance floor. Then you'll be sorry.

The 5 Neonates approached the doors. Odj nodded to the bouncers. "Evening gentlemen." Said one of the bouncers, as he unclipped the rope and motioned for the group to enter. One by one the group entered, until GreyMountain approached. A large hand was raised and pressed against GreyMountain's chest. Despite trying he couldn't move past. "Sorry sir. But the dress-code is smart and fashionable."

"Yeah. So let me in" Said GreyMountain, brushing down his shirt. "This is smart and fashionable, or have you suddenly become blind?"

"Sir, I advise you to stay calm. You're 'costume' is not acceptable for the club. We prefer people to take pride in their appearance." Replied the bouncer slightly sarcastically. A couple of women with long flowing blonde hair walked past. Their high heels clattering against the pavement.

"Costume! You call this a costume." Said GreyMountain angrily. "Why you..." GreyMountain punched the bouncer square in the jaw. The queue behind him gasped in astonishment. The bouncers face jarred to the right.

GreyMountain smiled with a sense of achievement. The bouncer shook his head and turned back to Grey. GreyMountain's smile disappeared. "Perhaps you can take a leaf out of your friend's book. Now they have the right idea." GreyMountain turned to Odj, Darminian, Windfaller and ExternalError. They all laughed and pointed at Grey.

The bouncer picked GreyMountain up by the scruff of his neck. With a flick of his arm, GreyMountain was sent hurling toward the curb. With a large thump he landed in the gutter. His four friends peered from round the door and laughed. "Have a good night. Don't pick up too many women Grey." Said Windfaller, managing to hold back the laughter and tears.

GreyMountain picked himself up from the ground. Taking off his now soaking wet jacket he mumbled to himself. "B*stards and their fancy Gi. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Crap, crap, crap." He brushed the mud of his knees before slowly walking back from where he had just been.

The club and its patrons carried on regardless. The 4 remaining Neonates went to the bar and ordered their beers. "To GreyMountain!" They all laughed, clinking their bottles together before downing the beer.

Darminian wiped his mouth and put his bottle back onto the bar. "Ahhh. Now then, I think it's time to start talking to the ladies. Excuse me boys." The other 3 raised their bottles and cheered.

Back on street level. In the cold crisp air a loud cry came from the horizon. "DAMMIT! Now I'm going to have to get a Gi."

Darminian.

Same name in game on recursion, i can do syntax and vector alts, but recursion i've got only slight usefulness.

If you need a body, want to bounce some ideas off of someone, or need someone to put holes into the stupid ideas, you know where to find me.

~Darminian

Hit me up in game and we can talk prices, im interested in the jacket and hat me thinks. Im only rich cause im a cheap bastard with a lot of time on his hands.

~Darminian

IT'S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW, GET YOUR BUNS TO SATI'S!

Hit me up again would ya mate, came into some more coin since the trust party, so im in a little more of a generous mood.

~Darminian

He was waltzing around one of his new haunts downtown when she popped up out of nowhere - as was her usual style.

Evening my dear - to what do I owe the pleasure?

Just a little chat Darm - I wanted to know what happened in camon to you the other day, I've been hearing all kinds of "rumors".

Rumors are a dangerous business to be in - and even more dangerous if you pursue them to the wrong people.

I'll try my luck.

You always do.

So vampire hunting was it?

He did a quick half smirk before leaning on the wall.

If you wanna call it that - I was just keeping true to my words.

So what'd he do?

He had a little taste of one of my newer "crew mates".

So what happened?

We found him at bishop imports standing over her - proud of his work. He fled and the ones that had shown up with me took care of her, I went after him.

Since when do you work with people?

They showed up to help we didn't go as a group - you know me, that's not my style.

So?

So I went to Camon, did some shouting, found him on a roof, and emptied my guns into his body. Then I reloaded and did it again - linkslife jumped in to help and I still had a clip or two so it all worked out.

Did you stake him?

Nah - she's alive and fixed up - so I didn't have the need to kill him - just to send a message, besides I didn't have one on me.

Mmm. So what do you think she'll do to him?

Eh - probably go after him and in the course leave many of us overly worried and concerned and then of course causing somone like me to go and save her or something.

Why?

Family.

Liabilities and distractions from the work you should be doing - you ever miss the freedom from connections, ties and weaknesses Darminian?

Do you?

Touche.

Darminian

Le gasp.

Darminian

Darminian - looking to pick up some tie clips.

~Darminian

== Reader warning - the following story / events contain mature subject matter and are intended for a mature audience - i know - why am i posting them here *cue joke drum beat.*

Mature subject matter and graphic violence - reader discretion is advised.

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Darminian

Article from the sentinel:

            Today at Uriah Industrial in Richland - a violent carjacking took place involving a truck shipping military supplies for the government. Immediately government officials were on site but from the looks of it little could be done. They cleared the area and none of them would speak on the stolen goods or the truck in question.

            Witnesses who were questioned before the on site enforcement agents arrived to take them for questioning reported seeing a group of 3 - 4 males attack the truck and get into a firefight with the military personnel involved with the transport. On sight it was recorded that there were two dead, and two wounded military truck guards - both of which were taken in for questioning and have not been able to answer any questions. Further analysis of the situation yielded little information. Rumor has it the bodies were slashed and torn apart rather gruesomely - no has confirmed or denied these rumors.

"It's like they are keeping everything real hush hush - even the guy who was supposed to take the shipment into the warehouse was taken into questioning." - Said Rolph Dessig a dock worker for the Uriah Shipping Co. the local gang in the area wasn't too helpful with questions either - though journalists aren't too appreciated in the light of their ... work.

Police officials on site were even less informative - it seems the entire investigation has been taking over by the FBI. "Yeah as usual - the Fed's showed up in their black suits and took over the whole place - the MCPD just became crowd control. - Said an officer on site who asked to remain nameless. One thing is for sure in all of this - this tragic event - this act of violence and theft - is just another stone weighing down mega city as it brings us to the gutter and beyond. How far are we going to slip till someone puts a stop to this?             Al Ramon - Writer for the Sentinel.

Imbedded within the code -going unnoticed by the blue pills of the matrix - and of course the only thing sought by the red pills of the matrix:

Attention Red pills - This is a direct message to you from the desk of Agent Grey:

During a scheduled delivery of machine private property to a wear house in Uriah today - the truck carrying said good's was high jacked. Base on analysis of witness reports and system analysis behind code imprints and site footage we've come to the conclusion the Merovingian and his people are responsible. See the following photo taken from a security feed:

The picture is at best hazy - but what has been analyzed and noted from it - is a male lupine at the door to the truck, next to him a body of one of the personnel designated to watch over the shipment.

Any witnesses who haven't come forward as of yet - are to do so - and anything learned of the where abouts of this truck are to be reported immediately - failure to do so will result in severe punishment.

The shipment box - is marked with serial number: X021-A

The license plate of the truck is: A23-HJ76

Any and all information concerning this event should be turned into the machine organizational Liason - Timmcam. The goods within the truck are machine property - and returning of said goods will yield a generous reward.

Carry on Red pills.

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Darm

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