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Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

Eve was pulled outside, and right away Jurgen started worriedly asking about her plan. "...Taking a fall? Why would I do such a lame thing? What, you want to bet against me too then?" She replied, finding the concept not even worth considering. "Look, it's not like everyone that will be betting, will be doing so on me right? If I keep those few happy I figured the this block would be less trouble, you know?" Talking was hard...or explaining was at least. She'd rather stick to fighting. Or at least some other fun activity.

"But if you really want I'll throw the match..." She then added with a clear sound of resentment in her voice. "Anyway, what now? Any amateur arena's or something we could go to?" She didn't know if they existed, but surely there were more people like her that didn't have the money for professional fighting. After blowing out the last bit of smoke she threw the bud onto the ground and shrugged. "You're the boss, so..."

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This time Jurgen spoke up. He caught on to Eve's plan apparently. As long as people were willing to fight her, she was fine with beating them all up. Plus, with this they would already have 60 credits. "Bring it!" She exclaimed as the two drunkards moved opposite of her. Both charged at the same time, which made it all the more easy to beat them for her. This time Eve did dodge. And for one simple reason. The two drunks crashed into each other and both fell to the ground. She smirked again, turning around and grabbed one by the neck. He had some reinforcements there so she wouldn't have to worry about crushing his throat. "Geez...I had hoped for a slightly better fight than this." Then she threw him against the other guy, whom had tried to get up again. Then, to add insult to injury she decided to sit right on top of both of them, and take out a cigarette. Then, as she lit it she told the two to pay up. "40 bucks...give it now or I'll kick your ass some more and take it then." The two men, groaning and winching, handed over the cash. They were drunk, stupid and angry. But they apparently did know when there was just no way they could win.

After a few seconds of silence finally the same person that had yelled 'Fight!' spoke up again. "Are you an arena fighter or something?" Eve shook her head as she puffed out some smoke. "Nope...I was only activated today, actually." "But you said--" Another guy wanted to ask, but Eve interrupted her. "I lied! So what?" Once again there was silence. Several guys wanted to fight her, but also knew that they had no chance. Considering how she had just taken out the strongest guys in the bar. "Anyway, I was planning to enter the arena soon, so how about you all bet on me? I'm sure you can all make some money that way, right?"

This was Eve's plan finally coming to fruition. She didn't want to turn a whole bar against her, since these were the people she was going to shave the neighbourhood with. "Look out for me in the arena, place your bets on me, and I guarantee you'll have enough credits to drink to your heart's content!" Everyone was confused, but also thinking about her 'offer'. Some were discussing the option, even. Saying such things as "She's strong, that's for sure..." and "She can probably take the lower ranked fighters, right?"

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The man was absolutely seething now. In a bar and place like this, you couldn't really insult someone more than what Eve had said. The man charged, and only then did Eve turn her head back to him. Another step and he was in range. "Let's see what this body can do..." She mused, her grin widening once again. The man threw a punch right at her head. But unlike what most had expected, she didn't dodge. Her arm came up, and she blocked it with her forearm. A loud 'klunk' was heard, but the only movement the android had done was to move one foot backwards to brace against the impact. "Huh, well whaddaya know. The skin really is adaptive." She then spoke a little louder, as if she hadn't even been sure that this would work. The man pulled back a little, confused and stunned at the same time. Where Eve's skin had been, there now was a layer of a thick kind of metal.

"What...how..." Was all the man could utter. But Eve wasn't about to let him recover. "My turn~" She spoke, quickly ducking under and to the side of the man and kicking the back of both his knees. The man collapsed onto his legs, and yet again before he could recover Eve made another move. She circled back to the front of him and punched him in the gut. The man arched backwards and fell to the ground, unconscious. Anyone could see that Eve's fighting style was that of a street thug at best. But her speed, strength and defense were just that much higher than this guy. "Now let's see..." She then mused, kneeling beside the man and rummaging through his pockets. She found what she was looking for; 10 credits. She tossed it to Jurgen before looking to see if anyone else decided to suddenly jump in now. Or if there were more challengers of course.

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Eve grinned even more. She already knew how she wanted to handle this situation. It would be easy enough to fool people like these into thinking she was just an enhanced human. The android scanned the room for a few moments, looking for the table that held the most people that looked like they had enhancements to increase their power. Once found, she confidently stepped towards it and put one of her feet right on the edge of the table. "Alright boys, I have some new enhancements to test. 10 bucks says I can beat anyone of you one on one." The whole group looked up, stared at her blankly for a moment, and started laughing.

"A wimp like you's gonna beat one of us?! And a woman at that!" One of them called out. One of his eyes had been replaced, and a part of his torso and his arms as well. The arms used old tech. A simple hydraulic system for power, and a simple design of artificial muscles for speed. But they were all made of high-grade steel. Not something you could easily break.

Suddenly this man's mood changed to one of anger. "Bitches should know their place...you piss me off! Fine, I'll fight you. I'll beat you to a pulp, little girl!" Eve walked to the more open area in the middle of the room, and the man stood and followed. Though once they were standing across from each other Eve turned to Jurgen for a moment. "Ah, I forgot to ask! How much can I beat this guy up? Any laws I should take into account?"

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The two went outside. Though the moment they did a man spoke up. "Hey Jurgen. Finally got a girl eh? Can I have some fun with her too? Hehehe..." It sounded threatening, but in this case it wasn't at all. The man that had spoken was Jurgen's neighbour. A junky that managed to forget how to unlock a door when he was high. Which he was, right now, just laying there against the wall. The man was nice enough. Nice enough in this case being that he didn't bother Jurgen and only kept it to an insult or rude comment 'every now and then'. Eve only glanced at the man, raised, a brow, and kept on walking. With one look it was easy to see the man was harmless, and such comments didn't bother her. So it wasn't even worth a second of her time. Not, at least, when there was a better fight waiting for her.

Outside Eve looked around with a smile. The place was just like she had imagined from what she could see through the apartment's window. A run down hellhole at first glance, but if you looked a little better you could see what this place truly was. Freedom. A place where most rules don't matter, where you can basically do and say what you want. And so can everyone else. Or that was how she saw it at least. After a few moments of taking it all in, she quickly followed after Jurgen again. "It's good to be 'alive', if you can call me that." She commented, more to herself than him.

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"So we'll need like...1000 credits by the end of the month, right? Heh...sounds like a challenge." She made a fist with one hand and hit the palm of her other with it. "Now, about this fighting...since it's still pocket change we're talking about." An anticipating smirk appeared on her lips. "How about you show me to the closest bar where people are likely to pick a fight? Can't think of a better place to test my skills, and I'm sure some of them would fight for a bet of 10 credits, right?" All she knew was that this place, the junkyard, was a haven for criminals and thugs, so such a bar shouldn't be hard to find.

The thought of a smoke after a few fights for some reason, so Eve decided to take the lighter and cigarettes with her. And as she stood from the couch, she seemed a bit...different. As if she was a bit too eager to fight someone.

(Meh, short...=/)

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Some forms...so he already had an idea of what he wanted to 'use her for'. She bet it was for some kind of fighting though, as right now that was still the only thing she was good at. "Built for combat as in war, the arena, bodyguard stuff...that kind of thing." She mused, thinking of how to explain 'combat'. "As for how good I am, I have no idea. Many of my parts are prototypes. Almost all of them even. But if the information in my memory is to be trusted, I was built to be at least as good as a top level tournament fighter..." She shrugged. "Hard to tell when you're a prototype that hasn't fought before."

She followed Jurgen as he filled in his part of the forms. He also had some money scrapped together. 10 credits and 6 chips in total. It didn't sound like a lot...but she was sure she could make 100 out of that by the end of the day. "Hey, how much would you need anyway, to buy food and stuff?" Rent was still an alien concept to her, but her memory showed that humans needed food at least. And what money was. As she went through the files on food that she had, a different batch of information came to the surface as well. "Er...great...apparently I need food too." She grumbled. "Something to do with an auto-repair function and an energy converter. Though anything will do as long as it's biological." Now that she knew this, she wished she didn't need food. Plugging into some kind of power outlet seemed easier. "Part of the 'as human as possible' design I suppose..."

As she spoke a set of forms had also been given to her. It required her to fill in her being either cyborg or android, name if any, weight, choice of weapon if any, and if android, her serial number and owner. She filled everything out, noting down 'adaptive skin' under the weapons area. As she didn't know what she could do with it right now. Just that it could adapt by one way or another, and that it could be used for offense too. "Well...this is the best I can do right now." She spoke once finished, handing the papers back to him again.

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"Free huh? Well thanks for that then." Eve replied back, catching the lighter without even paying much attention to it. Her eyesight and reflexes were made for high-end articifial combat, which went at speeds past what humans could keep up with without enhancement chips and such. So this was really nothing. Jurgen laid out some rules for smoking, which were all understandable. If this was a poor neighbourhood then burglars and such would find any unlocked door an easy mark.

Outside Eve lit the cigarette and inhaled the first smoke. But then she thought to herself about smoking in the first place. "Weird...do droids have use for smoking?" She mused, deciding to check her internal systems. There was actually some use. The particles of smoke were light, so the molecules could be used for area's of her body that needed light-weight material. But why was she doing this? It gave some satisfaction, but there was nothing about it in her programming. She quickly decided to leave that thought behind her and to just enjoy the smoke though. It didn't seem like anything important. A harmless glitch maybe.

Once she was done Eve went back inside. She locked the door as requested and headed back into the apartment. Jurgen was walking about the place like crazy, looking for something apparently. She instead decided to plant herself on the couch, figuring she wouldn't be of much help since she had no clue where anything was in his home. "What are you searching for?" She still asked though, curious what he was on about.

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

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