[right][color=silver][b][i][sub]“𝚆𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚢.”[/sub][/i][/b][/color][/right]




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[code]𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑.[/code]

[right][code]𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝟷𝟸[/code][/right][hr]

[color=silver][b][color=#FFB6C1]Ｔ[/color]ｈｅ [color=#FFB6C1]Ｓ[/color]ｈｉｎｉｇａｍｉ [color=#FFB6C1]Ｐ[/color]ａｒｔｙ[/b][indent][indent][indent][right] 𝙱𝚢 𝙾𝚛𝚒[/right][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]

Vibrations rumbled the ground of the vicinity as smoke and dust swarmed the atmosphere like a cloud of hornets.  The wall collapsed; and the railing faltered under the feet of stripping androids; but the party still continued buzzing to the loud beats that echoed in the parameters of the concrete building. A small pause had hesitated in the minds of each guest. However, despite the pause and just like the party, the terrorist attack continued playing, minding nothing but their mission. Even as blood soiled the gray flooring and people began collapsing to the ground, excitement applauded in the onslaught of the scene: JPN-22 knew how to put on a show. The Shinigami Party was a real hit.


All the dead bodies were just so lifelike.  They looked so real: ragged like dolls in puddles of what seemed to be their own bodily fluids. However, a sour stench enveloped the room in bitterness as each guest began to question the untasteful avante-garde display of death. It was not clear when the techno music turned into loud screams of horror and panic began crippling the party-goers into their own deaths. But, bullet by bullet - limb by limb - guest by guest, invitees began dropping like flies, coating the concrete in their own stinky mucus and gore. The Shinigami Party was a real hit.

[center][code]... a pause that only makes everything after it so much worse.[/code][/center]
EuroCorp Snipers had been stationed on the roof tops of surrounding buildings and in various locations inside and outside the warehouse. There was not a chance that EuroCorp would allow such a party to pursue without extreme caution.  However, communication lines had been severed due to unforeseen circumstances that left the EuroCops in the dark for several seconds.  Before the blink in connection, a signal had been transferred to be weary of any suspicious vehicles. This was a necessary step in all circumstances, but the heavy command weighted the necessity of continue inspection.  Despite the warning, the warehouse had been infiltrated. The Shinigami Party had been crashed.

The light show had projected on the walls of the building next to the warehouse in the form like a spectacle of rainbows decorating the lowlife graffiti and molded exterior. Fog had clouded from the hole and dispersed into the air.  Music from the warehouse could be heard.  The shadows of bodies dancing to the music were deepened in  the umbrage of the new wave excitement. There was beauty in the progressive portrayal, and even the Snipers had a lapse in judgement before their profession projected them into duty. However, the shrieks and new communications gave away the truth behind the act. The show was over. The Shinigami Party had been crashed.

[hr][center][code]It was All Quite on the Western Front // As the Ethereal began placing Bets // In an Electrical Shunt[/code][hr]


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“[code]She's like a flower, Penny,[/code]” Mister Ueno's speech was slurring in Penny's ears. She could feel his snug breath against the tips of her ears, warm and lucid, and his accent was dressed in weak, ill-flavors that were tempting to sicken her head, resting comfortably heavy against the couch and Mister Ueno's silk shoulder. Her legs were relaxed as she purred her mouth into a smile, wondering when the man would ever just [i]shut the fuck up.[/i] She had a sliver of hope that he would just leave the party early, taking her with him. 

To hell with the robots. She was feeling more withdrawn because of the androids than the vodka. If anything, the fucking androids were wasting her high, especially the centerfold, catching the attention in such a graceful manner. It was like watching a butterfly as the android opened and closed the wings of her kimono, revealing smooth, milky, supple skin.  The skin was much like Penny's own wrists. Penny's eyes glanced downward, studying the creamy augmentations that were glowing under the black lights and colorful iluminations.

	[color=gray][i]Same, but different.[/i][/color]
			She could hear her mother saying.

	[color=gray][i]Too different, but too same.[/i][/color]
			Penny corrected her thoughts.
 
She felt like a wallflower in comparison to the AI, and the Korporat18 chemical cosh was not what Mister Møller had cracked it up to be.  She never liked Møller, anyways. He so haughty it was disgusting.  Mister Ueno was disusting, too. She never liked him either. She never liked any of them, actually. They were all little pieces of slimy shit. She was merely dirtying herself with them in order to win [i]The Game.[/i] 

Her head motioned slightly, feeling the spinning width of the sedative depress her nerves.  Her eyes retired under her dark, cut hair and looked to Mister Ueno, “[color=7063E0]Just like you,[/color]” Her small smile dipped closed as she turned herself closer to the man, placing her palms against the cushion for lift.  She could feel the weight of her frame push against augmented wrists as her thighs shifted, caressing against each other. Her focus was on the CEO, again, “[color=7063E0]Uenosama.[/color]”

Mister Ueno peaked his eye in small amusement at the cortisan, “[code]Oh?[/code]” his voice reflected lowly under the music in mock protest as he ignored her intimacy “[code]Your compliments are too gentle and soft for a man like Mister Ueno,[/code]” His brown eyes looked to the man across from him, asking pardon for having to hear such a benign comment from his escort.  However, the conversation was barely audible between the CEO and Penny.  Apparently, both of his gestures were out of simple amusement and pedantry to sway Penny-chan, the all too easily entertained doll. Wasn't she supposed to be entertaining him?  She was relaxing in such a way that he did not mind the candor.

[color=gray][i]You are like a carrion flower, Mister Ueno.[/i][/color] Penny thought in her manner of having grown more impatiently with the party and feelings for a lack of amusement coming from the drug like an itch. Battling wits with Mister Ueno had become a bore. [color=gray][i]Mister Ueno had won. He was much too smart for the poor little whore.[/i][/color] Penny let out a feigned, playful sigh and lowered her speech, drawing her lips closer to his ear, “[color=7063E0]But you [i]are[/i] so soft, Uenosama,[/color]” she whispered, kindly touching two fingers against his skin, jesting wistfully at his lack of self-knowledge. [color=gray][i]A man like Mister Ueno should know better.[/i][/color] Her fingers petaled to his clothes line, toying with his sobriety. 

Unfortunately or fortunately for Penny, depending on the likelihood that her indulgent mannerisms would hold any reign on Mister Ueno's presence at the party, a loud explosion jolted the building. The music dropped to the contemporary movement before continuing the entropy displaying tune. Shards and decor, twisted loose from the higher interior, fell to the ground. Glass and wires were curling in the disarray, and specs of old parchment and cement sprinkled on top of Mister Ueno and Penny, who made a slow reaction to the situation and was more confused by Mister Ueno's sudden harshness.  His rough hand, grabbed a hold of her wrist and squeezed her skin tightly. His suddenness caused a small retraction of incoherence in the woman as she stared at his tan skin gripping into her augmented skin. It was clear Penny's own lapse in judgement had faltered, under the paws of Korporat18's newest formula.

“[code]Get down.[/code]” Mister Ueno's voice was calm and precise; and the way in which he moved the two of their bodies lowly, his command also seemed unnecessary and merely made out of politeness. Penny's body was a puppet under Mister Ueno's control as he guided her through the debris of dark clouds. “[code]Follow me.[/code]” Dust and smoke whisked past them as the CEO corresponded with his own personal security.

The smoothness of Mister Ueno's voice transcended through the debacle and carried Penny's thoughts over to the next translation of events. A woman who appeared to be bleeding from her scalp came to help them. It seemed that a part of a light fixture had tumbled upon her, but she was making no mind of having any feelings of injury upon herself. Her dark cloaked frame signaled the exposition of several other women, also dressed in all black. They approached through the shadows like spiders who had been stealthily waiting for this event to transpire the entire time, and shortly after their brief revelation, the small swarm of women guarding and ushering the CEO of Zero through the attack, worked through the web of chaos and vanished — along with Penny — but not before someone shouted the terrifying news that:
[center][h3][sub]“[code]Mister Mak Møller's been shot![/code]”[/sub][/h3][/center]
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Right in the middle of an episode of [i]Evangelical,[/i] Terravision's screen changed. The vigil reported the scene of a EuroMed Hospital. The evening sky was musty in the background, but the stage lights that the camera crew provided a more angelic spotlight for the dreary backdrop. Beyond the horizon of the ominously white and gray building of District 5,  silver traces of the moon were captured on the lenses.  Standing in the middle of the frame was a reporter, dressed professionally in EuroCorp's fashion.  The reporter's eyes were violet and obviously augmented for such a beautiful, hypnotic color. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled into a tight, long ponytail.  Her cheeks were sculpted by illusions of makeup. Seriousness rested on her face. On the bottom of the frame, text scrolled across the screen:
[center][h3][sub]“[code]Ikon's CEO Mister Mak Møller has been hospitalized.[/code]”[/sub][/h3][/center]

“[code]This is Ceedee Violet, reporting live from one of EuroMed's Hospitals.  The CEO of Ikon, Mister Mak Møller, was hospitalized earlier this evening for what appears to have been an assassination attempt. Two men have been detained and are currently being questioned in District 15's Correctional Facitilies.[/code]”

The digital picture shifted its screen to imagery of the CEO, days prior to the event being shown.  He was administering a speech about his visit to Korporat18, providing a good-looking Mister Mak Møller and a silver-lined tongue as he expressed interest in maintaining peace between the two megacorporations.  Controversy had conspired that Ikon's CEO was industrializing treason, but Mister Mak Møller's Press Release held strong ties that the young CEO was simply joining forces in his care for [i]preserving peace.[/i]

“[code]The EPA and EDF are investigating into the matters as to whether Korporat18 is to blame for today's assassination attempt. Updates will be provided within the next hour.  Mister Mak Møller is stable and will survive the attempted assassination.[/code]”

The broadcast ended in a small prayer to Eva:

[indent][indent][indent]“[code]All Beautiful Eva, the Tender Mother of Mercies and Goddess of All Comfort, come to our help and deliver us from this difficulty that besets us. We believe O Eva, that all trials of life are under Your care and that all things work for the good of those who love You. Take away from us fear, anxiety and distress. Help us to face and endure my difficulty with faith, courage and wisdom. Grant us that this trial may bring us closer to Your Network for You are our rock and refuge, our comfort and hope, our delight and joy. We trust in Your love and compassion. Blessed is Your name, Holy Mother Eva, now and forever unto the Cyberages of ages. Amen.[/code]”
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No mention of Ori and the Shinigami Party in District 12 was made.

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[right][code]Through the years our business has been killing;-it was our first calling in life.[/code][/right]