House of Forseti - (Merovingian RP)

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The House of Forseti was created during the 13th century in what was then known as the Swiss Confederacy by a group of Exiles and Humans who saw around them nothing but chaos and sought to establish a group which would protect their interests.

Since then, they have continued to work towards three main goals...

- protecting Exhilic rogue programmes in the Matrix.

- the continued stability of the Simulation.

- protecting the right of bluepills to have the true nature of the Matrix explained to them and having the choice between the blue and red pill.

... and although never entering into the service of the Merovingian directly, have had especially close ties to both he and his organisation throughout the ages.

Recently, it was decided that a more visible presence - specifically on the Syntax instance - would be prudent towards furthering these goals...

XElite agreed to take up the position of ensuring the success of this new drive and although the House has its roots firmly in Gothic and Renaissance Europe, he appears to be striving to bring it forward into this new age...

Dear ...... ,

At this stage, it would seem practical to ensure the advancement of a further two objectives (if not on a more permanent basis):

1. To ensure the continued survial of those rogue programmes who reside within the Syntax instance of the Simulation.

2. To promote cross - instance interaction and organisation between Merovingian operatives and associates thereof.

Individuals and crews who would find the success of such to be welcome, if not directly advantageous, are encouraged to contact the House of Forseti at the nearest convenient time.

Sincerely,

     X.

After all, he was dead.

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"I'll just be a moment" he smiled as he excused himself to the side of the club. Leaning against the barely lit wall, he withdrew his ringing cell phone, flipped it open with one quick gesture.

"We have just now managed to pinpoint the location." it answered as he put it to his ear

"Where...?"

"Updating via GPS in real time. Stand - by."

After pressing a sequence of buttons, the small display on the interior cover had turned from a 3D graphic of a luminous redpill to a small dark blue map, complete with street names, locations of interest and a flashing red dot at its centre which according to the small HUD at the top left corner was moving at an exceptionally high speed.

Tipping his imaginary hat back to her, he moved towards the emergency exit which was lit by a glaring green sign - complete with a picture advising on how best to run incase anyone had forgotten.

Through the narrow corridor smothered with posters and advertisements for bands and artists both new and long forgotten - through the heavy red door - and onto the expansive square of light grey brick that was the car park, he opened the door to a low shaped colourless sports car. In a second, it roared to life - an echo which was considerably enhanced by the confined space, the bright white of the front headlamps reflecting in the wall.

One eye on the GPS device attached to the top of the plastic dashboard - the other on the road, weaving in and out of the other cars on it. Actually... probably caring as much not to drive into any as catching up. He was a redpill and could obtain another means of transport in no time at all; however, they were blue and as such had only one chance at life. A chance which he felt was a shame they did not feel able to take...

Having taken the cut off from the city centre to the freeway, it tore along the wide lanes - shifting from one to the next to cut in and out of the traffic. Pulling up along side the solid blue luxury saloon, it swerved sharply in front of it. Decreasing it's speed... slower and slower - the cans of metal on either side now shooting past - until it came to a stop. The one behind unable to move.

XElite again opened the door, this time getting out - his attention focused entirely on the occupant of the car behind. He could see them wind down the transparent window in order to shout some crude insults for his having blocked the way and, further, reluctancy to move. Though they were almost drowned out by the thumping music of the vehicle from which XElite had just emerged - he still did not take any notice.

As he neared the driver's door, XElite reached for a grip in his holster, producing a matte black polymer - framed .45 pistol with an attached silencer and motioned it towards the open space in the door.

He had seen him get out of the car. He had seen him reaching for something. He had seen the weapon. He had reached for the recently purchased sawn - off shotgun strapped to the underside of his hand - stitched seat. He had been too late.

A spray of bright red flew out - scattering across the entirety of the dim yellow interior of the car. Such a mess...

Very nice!  Will be further in touch, X.

I approve.

Comparaison n'est pas la raison.

Thanks Wolf and Erin!

(>.> lol <3 Ballak =P)

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No sign in the pent - house, however a note was found. Security system was unable to activate due to being disabled from an unknown external source. After performing a full sweep, no casualties were found. Clean up crew notified.

:: Written on the back of a menu from a sandwich shop with a Tabor Park address::

You and I spoke at some length last night, and after viewing your missives here, I think I would do well in your company. It can't be any worse than using a network link provided me by that rock-headed mechanic in Uriah and it would get me out of the direct control of that sabre-rattling harridan with the man-eating dog-bird demon. Before that, I must warn you: I am not a warrior, and yet, I have been developing a better grasp of code design and network security and am pleased to offere these skills to protect the simulation and the inhabitants thereof. I shall try to meet with you again soon, if I haven't been devoured before then.

--The Provisioner

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With a flash as bright as the dead of night and a heat as scorching as the Moon itself, the shred tore through everything.

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"What happens out here can change what happens back inside, you know... Hell the maskies were pulling jacks long before any of this Intruder colony or BIP crap. Drop you over like a fallen tree. Carve you up like one, too." she grinned, blowing a ring of smoke into the air, as it hovered in through, lingering among the scattered smog and nanomachines still in the sky.

"I'm sure they did." he smiled in conjunction to downing a volume of liquid from within the frosted black glass sitting at the edge of his lips, on the corner of his mouth.

She dabbed some ashes from the dulled cigar onto the pitchy, rocky earth before continuing with a renewed, inflamatory tip and an arched eyebrow; "You don't believe me?".

Thinking for a moment. "Quite the opposite."

As the night grew...

(He knew it was night because the digital clock on his radio cell phone told him it was. Maybe, also because it was a lot more humid than during the day when it was ligh... when the Sun was ou... when it wasn't so much.)

... he pulled on a seemlessly stitched black camouflaged sweater.

Inhaling another breath from the hand rolled finery; "Kind of a contradiction isn't it? The Merv running operations outside the Simulation?"

"It is. But that's probably why we do." he smiled.

"It's funny though, we've all discovered so many new places but other than the location nothing much else seems to change."

He raised his right leg as the rubberised sole of his Special Operations issue combat boots gripped against the outer hull of the Hovercraft. Taking another drink, stretching, resting the back of his head on it, too. Looking up for a moment and where the stars would have been - probably. "Hm... well I think it can. I think it does. Just not as quickly as some would hope."

"Yeah..." The cigar was by this stage nothing more than a stalk but still quite delicious, it seemed because it wasn't yet put out.

"Well I'd better be off. Been fun to catch up."

"Indeed it has. Take care." he projected as she made her way back through the opened personnel door on the second Hovercraft, taking along the still lit brown leaf wrapped ashes.

"Heh. You too."; as she turned around, the door - over spotlight catching a glimpse of the side of her face, which was for the most part entrenched by long matte black, smoke - filled hair. It caught her eyes at such an angle, it produced a redness which would be expected only from a poorly lit photograph.

He made his way into the warmth of his own and watched from the comfortable pilot's chair as the other beast smoothly floated off and turned on its flood lights and tried to lose itself in the dark abyss.

As darkness spreads, so too; shadows.

As light beckons, so too; renewal. Continuation.

Haiku are awesome

But they don't always make sense

Refrigerator

"There were rumours that one of them was back.

Gossip still of a red haired fox.

Some will try to convince you he was there too.

That other guy? Yeah, he just joined."

                                                                      - Tabor West, 1999. (on random happenings in a post modernist simulation).

It goes by many names.  A green expanse surrounded by mirrored high-rise.  Most people come for the plaza and stay for the benches.  The population changes, migrations are made.  An identity always returns...

... Merv Park West?

One hell of a faction!

"The girl slinked through the tail end of the crowd snaked alongside the bar and out into the drearily dry midnight rain..."

House of Forseti?

Ah da da da da like this in the background. 

The Terrible Children approve!

P.S.  I was having a conversation with XElite the other day.  "I didn't want to kill...but they left me no choice!" he confided in me.  "I don't know who I can trust!"