It's never pretty....[A Series of Misfortunate events..][Semi-open]

6 posts · 2007-08-16 23:28:00 to 2007-08-17 00:27:00

#36300304889 08/16/2007 23:28 It's never pretty....[A Series of Misfortunate events..][Semi-open]

[OOC: Thusly you can post in reply to things that you see in this topic, but you cannot actually stop or prevent any of it, mkay?]

It was a day like any other within the Matrix, the bluepills going about their business blisfully unaware of the war or anything around them. How stupid they were, how foolish they were. But it had been a day unlike any other, for it was the day that 'she' would earn her fifteen minutes of fame...even if no one 'knew' who she was. That mattered not, anyone would be able to tell as the report came over the televisions and radios "And the police still have no leads on the brutal shooting which left twenty-three dead and dozens other injured last night at the popular night club 'Club Jade' an eye witness recounts "It was terrifying, she just came out of no where a black trench-coat flowing behind her firing two pistols at anyone who moved, people freaked out, they ran straight for the door and got out...we didn't get a good look at her..." police have also confirmed that they are unsure what the Rose left at the scene of the crime has to do with anything.."

They were foolish to have ever gotten in her way, to have been there at that very critical moment of searching. She would have what she was looking for, one way or another, her body moving gracefully through the mega-city with heels clicking away at the pavement when she had actually taken time to walk rather then leap and bound over the cities, completely oblivious to the bluepills that stopped and stared. They were irelevant to her. She had gotten her first lead. She would get her answers, the very source of her code tingled, her tongue tracing across those beautifully painted lips of her. It was all coming together again....

#36300304894 08/16/2007 23:37 Re:It's never pretty....[A Series of Misfortunate events..][Semi-open]

"I simply want what is mine.. " ~ Rose

Her breathing tensed, but only for a second, as did her very muscles that did not even exist. It was not real, yet, it was realer to her then anything else could be. Her glove had slid from her hand and revealed it, the small mark which had made it's self apparent on her otherwise flawless skin, bits of red and old looking code seemed to drop from her hand. It wouldn't be long, no, not at all. With a wince and a frown she pulled the fabric back on, the leather sending the shockwave of pain through her body...but of course it was not real.

The door would be busted open delicately, they had been expecting her, of course, the final tier of security personal had lined up in the hallway of the large corporation which she was in the process of invading. They had information here, stored away, information that she desired; information that she needed "Hello boys~" her voice rang, the noose was closing in and it was around her neck. Several had already been lost, the last could not be allowed to be severed.

There was a moments silence before the deafening sound of gunfire echoed it's way through the halls of the corporation, even as programs they still had boundaries, some of them were even bluepills, but they were boundaries which she had removed her self from as her body danced delightful around, several bullets hitting into her coat as the two pistols were clenched firmly in her hands sending bullets first upwards knocking the lights out even as she skidded toward the middle of the hallway, smashing the butt of the gun on the back of one guards head as a second pistol was jammed into the throat of another and the trigger was squeezed, sending the one flying away as she rolled behind the other guard and allowed him to catch the bullets designed for her.

It was easy, all to easy, her fragmented self would be completed. But there was something more to this all as her guns blazed and the bodies slowly but surely toppled over. She would have what she desired, she always got what she wanted afterall. When all life, artificial or otherwise, had been extinguished her hips swayed delicately as sparks rained down from the roof and bodies twitched in their final spasms of life as she approached it, a lone laptop positioned upon a desk.

She need only touch it, feel it, as she twisted and manipulated it's code diving deep into the depths of the knowledge they had left there breaking through the petty firewalls as she downloaded the information to her self. It was what she was good at, what she was made to do, extermination, extraction, you name it and she could get it done. But this time, this time it was personal as she pulled the disk from the computer, labeled across it were the simple lettering GK0134.

A rose was dropped as she disappeared out the window and into the night air, it would not be the last...

#36300304901 08/16/2007 23:53 Re:It's never pretty....[A Series of Misfortunate events..][Semi-open]

"Satyricon, Satyricon~" ~ Rose
"Several more found dead today in what the city officials are describing as heinous and well-planned terrorist actions, sources believe the radicals following a now deceased terrorist known as 'Morpheus' are behind these actions as it was a government database was hacked into, these traits are not un-common to those in red-pill culture who worshiped this 'Morpheus'. The police refuse to comment on the relevance of the Rose left at the scene of the crime and refuse to answer what had been taken."

She laughed then, the news was actually blaming this on those monkies? They couldn't honestly not know it was her. Regardless, it made her job all the more easier as she remained perched upon 'her' roof in the Camon Heights district. So much had occurred there as she held her bare hand up to the sunlight again, staring in amusement as the mark upon the back of her hand had seemed to become more defined. Would this kill her? It had been too long since they had seen each other, too long indeed....

But then she heard it, a startling noise as with a wush and a thud the body had hit the ground. She knew what it was without turning around, the code told her no lies as the glove was slowly slipped back upon her hand and her head tilted back over her shoulder. There crouched a woman with black sunglasses and an ear-piece attached to her ear, it had taken them long enough to come out with a new model but she had to say that it bore a good resemblance to her at the least.

"GK00134 You are scheduled for deletion!" Her voice was monotonic, void of emotion or such a thing as anger. So they had removed her 'flaw' afterall, but if it was as she had known it to be...it would be an easy task, to make one such as her self fall. She gave a chuckle as her body had turned around, there the woman remained crouched black leather boots and gloves upon her hands. She looked so much like she used to, so much like she did.

The exile grinned, her teeth appearing visible plainly "You do know, I wont comply..." She mused outloud, taking a step forward even as the program of the system rose her self up. They would be an even match, they had afterall, put her diaries to good use. The Program simply nodded it's head as they charged forth and clashed against each other, fist to fist, blow to blow, the two programs pummeled away at each other each ones digital body weaving and rolling out of the way of blows just in time.

Rose had the upperhand, she had so much that the other did not, could not, have. Her fist had lurched forwards, like all others this one had been bound to the rules of the system. Rules which she no longed had to follow, rules which she had been liberated from. But of course she was not free from all rules, her fist had remained jammed into the torso of the program as the wall behind her had begun to crack and with a smile the Ghost rose her finger, it was an ever delicate thing as her nail pierced the soft digital flesh and allowed the blood to be freed, yes, even programs would bleed.

She was beaten, her eyes wide with what could be described as a fear she could not even recognize, for everything had known desire for it's own existence, desire not to be terminated. Her arms were limp, hanging loosely at their side as the woman leaned softly in and whispered into the programs ear "When I'm done...you'll beg me to kill you..."It was a soft whisper even as the program had whimpered, slowly feeling her own existence being drained away as programming was over-written.

She was hers now, nothing they could do could change it....Afterall, she 'had' made her....for they had played with something which was not theirs, and as such had created another 'error' in the system. She smiled now, sometime after the fight the two nearly identical figures stood upon the rooftop their eyes scanning the distance. One seemed quiet, frigid to say the least, for she had visited the Ivory Tower, and would ever single night...

#36300304905 08/17/2007 00:05 Re:It's never pretty....[A Series of Misfortunate events..][Semi-open]

"So...The Prodigal childe returns?" ~ Rose

There she sat, the one who had left so long ago right across the hallway from her. She still had that natural beauty about her, she never did over do it with make-up and her body seemed a bit more natural then most of those in the Matrix, her chest was small much unlike her own and thus her eyebrow arched slowly "So...The Prodigal Childe returns?" She mused in her normal arrogant tone, to which the Japanese woman could only nod. The program simply smirked as the two disappeared together into a room. It was time to familiarize the girl with the world once more, leaving afterall, was not such an acceptable..mm...crime. The sister had not returned, but her protege had.

Elsewhere in the City...

Police officers scratched their head baffle, staring upon the scene of what can only be described a random act of violence. A little girl lay upon a bed her eyes closed and a bullet straight through her chest staining her blankets red, all that had been taken was a diary and a rose had been placed upon the child's chest. There were no signs of forced entry, no forensic evidence, nothing to give a hint as to who had caused this murder. It was a case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time, but that didn't matter. This report would reach the news but not much would be said about it. Why should it? This clearly broke their pattern of being a terrorist.....

#36300304908 08/17/2007 00:18 Re:It's never pretty....[A Series of Misfortunate events..][Semi-open]

"Do you know what the difference between you and I is dear Satyricon...? I have better makeup..." ~ Rose

The two programs stood once more, unflinching and uncaring as the minutes drifted away into hours. What better way to spend time with a reflection of ones own self then to laugh at the idiotic behavior of the humans below you, the jeering taunts from idiots who would die long before she expired. Oh and the claims of unoriginality, that was a cute touch as well.....Her tongue had traced her tooth slowly yet carefully, she was not like the others...it was all a game to her.

Her head craned and her eyes softened though hidden behind those black lenses of hers as she faced her other-half one could say, to which she was replied to with a resounding "What..?" It had been a cute, almost touching moment, as she jerked her head away from the other and gazed down at the people below. What could she say that would make any sense to the fellow program? That she had gained a control over something that the other had not. Instead her lips curled into a simple smile "Do you know what the difference between you and I is dear Satyricon?" Her voice mused outloud, watching her fellow from the corner of her eye.

The other's eyebrow would twitch first before arching, she hated these little games that her Mistress played, there was alot that could be different about them but fundamentally, at the core, they were the same, bred of the same code and coded by the same one "What..?" She responded once more.

With a giggle and a flutter of her eyelashes she tilted her glasses down, revealing her eyes for the first time in awhile "I have better makeup.." The Irises of her eyes had already taken the change, now a crimson color rather then their normal pleasant hue. It wasn't all together un-expected, she knew the change would come sooner or later. It was, afterall, her blood...

#36300304909 08/17/2007 00:27 Re:It's never pretty....[A Series of Misfortunate events..][Semi-open]

"No one said we were nice~" ~ Rose

"College student found murdered after returning home from spring break, no witnesses and no froensic evidence could be found. The only hint left at the scene of the crime was, once again, a single rose. Authorities now believe this to be the work of a mindless serial killer with no real agenda. Unexplained however are the hundreds of spent shell-casings and bullet holes around the home..."

The room was littered with debris and bodies, bullet holes filled the walls as the Asian girl stood holding two Uzi's up firmly a grin upon her face while at her side remained an emotionless looking program holding a rifle. They were over a pile of bodies, watching carelessly as their Mistress drained the life, slowly, from an exile which had been holding out information.

It was something you just didn't do, not in that district, and not with something like that. How dare he try and hide the location of one of her precious books? Did he intend to blackmail her with it? Read it for amusement? Sell it on *CENSORED* eBay? Who knew, what she did know however, was that he was dead....along with Lupines.

She laughed as her mouth tore away from the Exile's neck, who would care? The Frenchman? That mattered not to her, not much these days anyways. She had never been really more then 'associated' to the Syndicat, an indirect member so to speak and she wasn't exactly looking to upgrade her membership. She plucked the book up from the table and watched as it glew with it's code before disappearing into thin air. It was another day on the job for her and her rag-tag crew, two programs, a human, and a vampire whom had not been around for sometime. What a team.

And then she heard it, a click and a twist as the unlucky bluepill resident had decided to come home from his 'vacation' early, her eyebrow arched as he stared on in horror. Her pistol eased it's self into the air, blood trickling down her jaw as she squeezed the trigger and sent the bullet right between the Bluepill's eyes watching as he fell over helplessly dead "That wasn't very nice.." murmured Satyricon's voice from behind her.

Rose merely smiled as she glanced over her shoulder, tossing a rose down upon the scene of the crimes "No one said we were nice~" She would punish her for that, but later, much later...and much more privately...