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Cool, sounds good :D

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So I'm noticing things are slowing down and thats fine. Im pretty sure right now is about the time that a lot of assignments and homework are occurring, at least thats how it is on my end

But I figured I would just message and keep communication going

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Very nice, Dax can be polite too :P

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NPC tab!!!

Okay so any NPC's that are important will show up here, so that we don't mistake them for PC's.

Data

Name: Samantha Jones

Title: Data

Age: 20

Appearance:



Usually wears a blank purple mask that lights up to cover her face, as well as a full navy outfit to help her blend in at night.

Personality: Data is a very bubbly and outgoing person, but can have a short temper at times. She is the type to sit around and drink for several hours without much consideration of the consequences, but when she becomes focused on a goal, she works her hardest until it’s completed.

Bio: Samantha was born in the upper city into a life of luxury. Her father was on the city council, so she was never short of money. She could have whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it and no one would dare tell her no. As she grew, she started becoming more interested in art. Her parents tried to steer her away slowly, but that only made her want to paint more. She was so interested in what colours and shapes could show if you took the time to see them. Eventually people started noticing her abilities as a painter, and rumours started surfacing of her being a tagger. These rumors, while untrue, were enough to scare her father. He took a more serious approach towards controlling his daughter and started beating her. She stopped painting soon after.

As time passed the rumours died down and her life continued as before, but her father had discovered that there was a far better method of keeping her in line that being nice. He started using violence to get what he wanted, to get her to act the right way, to say the right thing. She was in hell. So one night when she was 17, she ran away. She wanted to get away from the hate that her house had become filled with, but she unknowingly stumbled into something far worse. She ran and ran until she had made her way all the way down into the slums. There were sirens in the distance and the place seemed to breathe with an air of danger. It was then that she was help up by a group of thugs. They demanded her wallet, but she didn’t have it. They didn’t believe her and slashed at her with a knife. It ran down her face and cut her eye, before one of them held a gun to her head. In that moment, they threatened to kill her and it seemed like no one was going to help.

She closed her eyes and prayed, and she heard a bang. Then another one, and another one before silence. She stayed like that for a while before opening her eye to see that the group of men was on the ground and there was a man standing there. He was about her age, a little older and appeared to be injured. She ran over to see that the man had been shot. He asked if she was okay, and all she could do was cry. A few moments later more people joined them and they carried both her and the man to another location and saw to their injuries. After a few hours she went in to see the man that had saved her and just asked him why. He looked at her and waited for a few seconds before smiling through his pain.

“Why not?”

Soon after she started training to be a tagger with the man. She never went back to her home, and a year later she became a member of Ratpack, and started wearing her iconic mask to cover her scars.

Art style:



Extra: She fell in love with computers shortly after she started living in the slums, and after a few months became somewhat of an expert with computers and software. She has a very strong fear of guns and tends to avoid conflict as much as possible. She doesn’t paint as much as other taggers would, as she finds it a little hard, but when she does she is always proud of it.

Gear: Her gears are custom made by Kacey. They are special, as they don’t contain a motor. They instead have a very strong suspension system and a top of the line drive. Data uses her drives to jump more than to skate. She charges energy in the drive before releasing it, allowing her to jump vast distances and cost off of the power that they produce. They are a gear that is much better suited to quiet missions as they produce very little noise once they have warmed up.

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Sorry for the delay, post is up!

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The introductions started out nice enough, even pretty polite. Neon introduced themselves nicely enough, truth be told Kacey was relived. These guys were somewhat competitive it seemed, and it was good to see that they could be nice enough. Then the rest of them started. Well the ‘rest of them’ consisted mostly of Dax, or Anon to go by his title.

“Woah, okay, take it easy guys” Kacey said as the man raised a gun to Nitrous. He glanced around the group and over to Data, who seemed to be rather disturbed by the presence of a weapon. Kacey considered stepping in and disarming him, but the older member seemed to unwind the situation fairly well. He was relieved to see that there was someone to keep a lid on things, especially since these guys were going to have to work together on the coming missions. Data seemed to calm down once the man had lowered his gun, although she was a still a little shaken. But when the guy connected to the signal, she seemed to perk up a little.

“Well well, looks like there may be a few more of you that would work well with me. Might need to work on that itchy trigger finger though” She said as a big grin appeared on her mask. That D guy had been picked up by Kacey, but it seemed as though me might be more suited to the Intel team. She listened as Nitrous spoke, and she seemed to notice the name.

“I knew it, I figured you must be him. Your art was way too similar to be different people” She said as she walked over to the man. “I’m actually a moderator on a few sites, I go by D4TA” She said as the name appeared on her mask with flashing border around it.

“Once you get out of probation you should let me know and I’ll get you involved in our little group” She said as her mask showed a wink to the man.

“Oh yea!” Kacey exclaimed. “That’s what I was meant to tell you guys. Okay, so you guys all passed, but you aren’t 'full' members yet." Kacey said with a set of sarcastic air quotes. "You are in somewhat of a probationary period right now. The test is the important part, so don’t worry you are pretty much in, we just want to see how you operate on a real missions. Tests are one thing, but an actual mission is something other entirely. One mistake and you don't just pack up and try again later. If you mess up then the whole operation can go belly up." Kacey said as he looked at the group.

"And if you get caught doing missions for us then there isn't any mercy. You would be lucky to not end up on a one way trip to the Hole. So, you will need to operate as a group. That means no fighting that would endanger the mission.” Kacey said as he glared over to Nitrous and Dax.

“Anyway, some groups have to wait weeks for a mission, but luckily for you we have a mission planned tomorrow night.” Kacey stated as he paced backwards and forwards. He was expecting that some of them might be a little annoyed to be placed in this kind of situation but it was unavoidable.

“We will provide you with an address that will be the pre-mission stop. We have paint there, and we will brief you on the mission before we begin. Also, if anyone needs maintenance on their gear then show up early and I’ll fix you up.” He said as he looked down to the young girl’s board.

“That defiantly means you, Red” He said as he took note of her bright hair. “Can’t have you going around with a broken gear. That would just make the mission harder than it has to be.” Data interjected quickly as she went to stand back at Kacey’s side.

“We will be unable to observe you in this mission or to act as spotters, so you will be operating blind. Normally we would keep an eye out, but my team has other matters to attend to.” She said as she looked over the group. “But you guys will do just fine. So yea, good luck!”

She quickly turned around and walked out the door with a wave to the group. Just as the door closed, it opened slightly and a purple mask popped back in through the crack in the door.

“Oh Kacey, you better have beer in your fridge!” She yelled as she waved again and quickly ran off. Just after she left, there was a whirring sound, followed by a small boom and the noise faded away.

“I-“ Kacey started before he looked around at the group. He let out a big sigh as he ran his hand through his hair. “I was planning on keeping my name a secret for a bit but whatever, it’s not like we are in a gang of rebels that prefer anonymity or anything” He said with a sarcastic shrug. He quickly went back to his bag and grabbed some paper before started handing them out to everyone. It contained the address that they were to meet at for the mission brief. It was a different warehouse towards the eastern sections of the slums. It was in a more populated area, but seemed pretty unassuming.

“So yea, that’s that. If anyone has any other questions then I would be happy to answer but if not then I’ll see you tomorrow, same time as tonight.” Kacey said as he walked over to his bag. He waited in case anyone had anything extra to add, knowing full well that his fridge was going to be cleaned out by the time he got home.

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Cool :P

I think ill start working on a post for the end of the day, so like wrapping up the night and then leading onto the next day. Got some stuff planned for that, so might be a good idea to get to it. Might post it later tonight to wrap things up, but I'll see what happens :P

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Haha the phrase "Rollplay angry silence" is weirdly amusing. But I'm loving the dynamics. Its good that there are some voices of reason among the weird group of weird kids :P

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Well that ended up bigger than I planned. But there you go :P Also, I'm more than happy to edit the post for the other characters when they catch up.

Ill work on a CS for our new NPC some time tomorrow, but yea if you can all make it through that massive post then good for you

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Once the rag tag group had finally all left, Kacey took a moment to soak in the silence. He was able to relax, he had been doing nothing but sitting around, but just being near all these combative taggers was enough to give him back pain.

“Aaaah, gotta love some peace and quiet.” He muttered as he made his way back to his spot in the office. As he sat he let out a sigh and got a beer from his bag. He pulled off his mask and pushed his hair out of his eyes before putting his feet up and relaxing. After about an hour and a half he was getting bored, so he figured he might as well check in with the recon team. He switched his radio on and tried to sound as polite as he could.

“Morning sunshine, how are our new recruits going?” He said as he held the mask near his face. “You’re watching that Nitrous one aren’t you?” Data had seemed to be fairly interested in Nitrous, Kacey wasn’t sure why. Perhaps the guy had some interesting skill set that he wasn’t aware of, might be why Data recommended him.

“He seems to be doing well, operating as expected. Seems I was right about his technical skills, would fit in pretty well with my crowd if he made it through.” The voice said with a quiet contemplation.

“Okay settle down, we don’t even know if he is going to make it yet. Try not to recruit him before we know if he can cut it.”

“I know, I’m just saying. But do you really think this test is enough? It’s a lot easier than other years.” Data said with a condescending tone. “I know we need members but I don’t know if this is a good idea”

“Don’t worry about it, this is enough. In fact, I think this type of thing is the best. If we give them some sort of specific challenge then we are never going to find their skills, we are just going to see them all try and do the same thing. There was a saying like that wasn’t there? Something about a fish and a foot race…” Kacey said as he rubbed his temples in a vain effort to job his memory.

“Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid” Data recited in a rather smug tone. “Famous Albert Einstein quote, not entirely applicable here either, as it speaks from a theoretical standpoint about the merit of education. Don’t you know anything about historical figures?”

“Some of us aren’t nerds” Kacey replied with a grin. “But, since we are on the topic, how are the others going?”

“Rude! But if you must know, I’ll get the others to check in.” After a few moments of silence the radio sounded again.

“Well most are doing pretty well, seems most are underway with their tagging. One is way ahead of the pack it seems, and one of them hasn’t made it yet. The short one, seems younger than the rest. Apparently she is getting close though” Data reported.

“Well that’s to be expected. She is a little young, her gear wasn’t even working properly” Kacey said, remembering the malfunctioning board.

“What? How could you stop yourself from fixing it right there, that doesn’t sound like you” The voice replies, poking a little fun at Kacey

“Well I did a little tune up..." Kacey said, a little embarrassed that he had been called out.

"But to be honest I’m kinda expecting her to fail She seems a little under experienced. The rest seem rather capable though, if a little… psychopathic? No that’s the wrong word… Energetic. That fits.” He said as he reached into his bag and pulled out another beer.

“Well who knows, still a couple hours to go, anything is possible. Well I gotta get back to watching, I’ll let you enjoy your sad alone drinking. I might join you when I get back though. You’re buying of course.” The voice said with a smug tone.

“Looking forward to it” Kacey replied before switching off the radio. He took another sip before he heard a loud noise come from outside. He quickly grabbed his mask on in preparation for a quick retreat, but it seemed as though one of the potential recruits had returned. Kacey took note of the time.

“Two hours?” He muttered, somewhat surprised as the girl grabbed a chair. “Guess she wasn’t all talk…” He shuffled his chair over towards hers and returned the gesture.

“That is an impressive time. If this were a race you would come in first by a long shot. Well sadly I can’t tell you if you passed till the rest of them get back, so make yourself comfortable” He said as he went to drink from his beer. The can tapped against the filter of his mask, and Kacey let out an audible noise of disappointment before placing the can next to him and retrieving his sketch book. He continued to sketch as time passed, and the deadline drew closer. In the last 15 minutes people seemed to come in one by one.

First came the guy that drew a circle on the ground, Kacey was pretty sure his name was Dax, but he was worried he would say the name wrong so he just waved as the man arrived back. He was going to be very sure not to piss him off, he seemed the type to have somewhat of a temper.

Next followed the colourful one, Neon. Kacey was glad to see him come back, his art was always a sight to see. It was the reason that Kacey chose him, it’s always refreshing to see someone rebel the way this guy seemed to.

Nitrous was the next one to return. He came strutting in with the same confidence as before. Apparently his abilities were good, so Kacey was glad to have him here, but his smugness was almost enough to make an apathetic guy like Kacey speak up. Almost.

Next came the older lady, Smiles. Kacey was a little relieved to see her, she seemed to have a sense of humour about the whole situation. Kacey had to stifle a giggle as she called out Nitrous. Not to mention her abilities are useful for more… direct missions.

And as time ticked down and time approached midnight, Kacey let out a sigh and stood up, quickly placing his book back into his bag.

“It seems as though this is everyone we are going to have arrive on time. Now then-“ He started, before the doors quickly swung open and in ran the last recruit. The younger girl came in breathing heavy and dropping onto the ground.

“I’m back… did- did I make it?”

Kacey looked down at the exhausted girl for a moment, surprised that she had arrived at all, before looking down to his watch. The time read 11:59, and ticked over to 0:00 as he was looking at it. Kacey was shocked, but ultimately relived.

“Well, I’m sorry...” He started, leaving a small pause as he spoke, letting the moment soak in. “But it looks like you made it just in time. And with a broken gear too. Not bad” He said before offering a hand to help her up.

“Well then” He said as he looked around the group of recruits. “It appears that you have all made it back in time. This means that you have all completed the necessary requirements to pass.” He said with a small round of applause.

“But that’s not all that is required. We do need to see if your work is up to scratch. If you will give me a moment” Kacey said as he turned his radio on and turned his back to the group. He conversed for a while to determine the results, before turning around towards the group.

“Well then, it appears that…” He started, before pausing again. Kacey barely got a chance to mess with people like this so he was savouring it.

“You all pass” He said with another small round of applause. He reached up and pulled at his gas mask, removing it and holding it in his arm as he moved his hair out of his way with his hand. He glanced around the group with his sharp blue eyes that seemed to be stuck in a permanent scowl.

“That thing gets annoying after a while…” He muttered as he rubbed his jaw. “But yes, allow me to be the first to offer you all a position in the Ratpack”

He offered everyone a wide smile as he waved to a figure that had just entered the warehouse. The figure walked past the group before stopping next to Kacey. They were rather tall, just a little shorter than Kacey himself and were dressed in all black except for a bright purple mask that didn’t seem to have any discernible facial features.

“This is another member of the pack. And the one that had their goons out watching you all night.” Kacey said as he gestured to the figure next to him.

“Hello! My name is Data” The figure announced in a soft and calm voice that sounded almost robotic, as if it were coming from a speaker. “I’m the head of recon and intel at the pack. It’s good to meet you” She said, offering a wave. As she spoke the mask lit up with dots and formed pictures, lingering on a small picture of a character waving rather energetically.

“Well then, it seems as though the time for introductions has finally arrived” Kacey said as he glanced down at the young girl and offered her a playful wink.

“Oh and I’m not expecting everyone else to take their mask off. You can if you want, I just don’t really care if people see my face”

Kacey grinned as he looked over the group. He was all too relived that the hard part of his job was done for the night.