"Don't worry about taking too long. You didn't keep me waiting." He replied. A gentleman shouldn't tell a woman she was taking long, after all. And she was ready sooner than he had expected anyway. "You look lovely as usual." He also, added, finding that he thought she looked pretty no matter what she looked like. The engine of a sports car could be heard outside, and after a few moments a horn as well. It was Martin indicating that the car was ready. In other words the tires and engine had been warmed up, the temperature inside was optimal, and the seats had been pre-heated as well. Outside stood a Ferrari F12. One of Mathias' three cards. And this one was pretty much made to go fast. Very fast, even...
"Ah, I should ask you in advance, Evon." Mathias spoke as they stepped outside. "I can go all-out with this car on the road we'll be taking. However if I do so the ride won't be...relaxing, but exciting. So I'll leave it up to you. Would you like me to show you what a high-end sports car can do, or should I drive normally?" Evon could probably tell that Mathias would love to just go wild for a bit. Though this was a trip for the both of them, so he wanted her to enjoy it as well. As he awaited her answer he walked her to the car, and opened the passenger side for her. For the next one and a half days, starting now, he would not have his servants to rely on for such things.
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I have been actively roleplaying for around 18 years now, since age 15. Which, as you might have guessed, makes me 33. I've done most of my rping on forums, averaging 2 to 4 paragraphs. Though I also LARP, and have played D&D for about 17 years. Real life has become a larger part of my life though, so my activity has lessened. Even so, I don't think I'll ever stop rping. :)
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"You don't have to come you know." Eve replied with a smirk. If he was that against going to a bar, then why come in the first place? But she wasn't going to pressure him to stay home either. If he had a problem with going, and still went. Well, that was his problem. The streets were less busy now, and the street lights started to turn on everywhere. The place looked rather gloomy and dangerous like this. But Eve of course wasn't worried at all. She figured anything these streets could throw at her wouldn't be a problem.
Once they hit the market district Eve started to ask around right away. Quite a few people told her to piss off, so she ignored those. And the people that were willing to help didn't seem to know of any place that had something for androids as well, since androids usually didn't need or want such things. 3/4 to even more of all brain chips weren't advanced enough for that. But finally Eve found a relatively intelligent android whom pointed her into the right direction. "This unit goes to a bar called 'Full Metal'." It answered. "The owner doesn't just let anyone in though." It then added. After getting directions Eve led the way to where they had to go. As they had passed the alley they had to go to earlier that day. And for her it was easy to form a map in her computers. Seeing a place one time was usually enough to be able to find it again.
The bar was a little hidden away, in an alley one street away from the main one. It used the side entrance of an old warehouse-like building as main entrance, the large sliding doors having been welded to the frame so no one could pass through there. Inside the atmosphere was pretty friendly compared to the other places they had been to. That is, until the large man managing the bar came walking right towards her and Jurgen. "I don't recognize you, pipsqueak!" The older looking man bellowed, his almost 6 foot tall frame stopping just before Eve. "Who told you you could just come in here?!"
Without warning he threw a punch at Jurgen's face, not wanting to hit a woman but wanting to hit one of the two at least. However for that he had to go past the android, whom in turn grabbed his arm with her own before it could reach her owner. Normally Eve had no problem beating someone once they threw the first punch. But she really did want to find a bar, and angering the barkeep was a bad idea if this was a nice place. "Mind telling me why you're attacking my owner?" She asked, sounding annoyed. The man was quite surprised to be stopped by a weak looking woman. Especially since his own cybernetic replacements were of pretty good quality and strength. Though with that one move from Eve he already noticed that she wasn't just a normal woman, or even one with enhancements. "The hell? You're an android? How's that possible?" He growled. Eve just shrugged. "Beats me, I'm just a custom prototype."
Slowly the man's mood started to change. He was quite interested in the android, and now also in the one who could create such a machine. "You, boy." He spoke to Jurgen. "You the one who built her?"
(Hehe, I hope what just happened isn't too confusing, but still confusing enough for Jurgen. :P)
Once they hit the market district Eve started to ask around right away. Quite a few people told her to piss off, so she ignored those. And the people that were willing to help didn't seem to know of any place that had something for androids as well, since androids usually didn't need or want such things. 3/4 to even more of all brain chips weren't advanced enough for that. But finally Eve found a relatively intelligent android whom pointed her into the right direction. "This unit goes to a bar called 'Full Metal'." It answered. "The owner doesn't just let anyone in though." It then added. After getting directions Eve led the way to where they had to go. As they had passed the alley they had to go to earlier that day. And for her it was easy to form a map in her computers. Seeing a place one time was usually enough to be able to find it again.
The bar was a little hidden away, in an alley one street away from the main one. It used the side entrance of an old warehouse-like building as main entrance, the large sliding doors having been welded to the frame so no one could pass through there. Inside the atmosphere was pretty friendly compared to the other places they had been to. That is, until the large man managing the bar came walking right towards her and Jurgen. "I don't recognize you, pipsqueak!" The older looking man bellowed, his almost 6 foot tall frame stopping just before Eve. "Who told you you could just come in here?!"
Without warning he threw a punch at Jurgen's face, not wanting to hit a woman but wanting to hit one of the two at least. However for that he had to go past the android, whom in turn grabbed his arm with her own before it could reach her owner. Normally Eve had no problem beating someone once they threw the first punch. But she really did want to find a bar, and angering the barkeep was a bad idea if this was a nice place. "Mind telling me why you're attacking my owner?" She asked, sounding annoyed. The man was quite surprised to be stopped by a weak looking woman. Especially since his own cybernetic replacements were of pretty good quality and strength. Though with that one move from Eve he already noticed that she wasn't just a normal woman, or even one with enhancements. "The hell? You're an android? How's that possible?" He growled. Eve just shrugged. "Beats me, I'm just a custom prototype."
Slowly the man's mood started to change. He was quite interested in the android, and now also in the one who could create such a machine. "You, boy." He spoke to Jurgen. "You the one who built her?"
(Hehe, I hope what just happened isn't too confusing, but still confusing enough for Jurgen. :P)
Evon was soon on her way to her own bedroom with Linda. Once in the closet Linda looked at the outfits that were hanging on all the racks. In the past few days a servant had actually gone out to clothing stores to buy some more clothes for Evon. Ones that Linda thought might be more her style, but still classy. "Let's see...I ordered some new clothes to try, so how about you try a few on, miss Evon? Maybe you'll like some of them."
Mathias in the mean time slowly sat up. During mornings like these it was almost like Martin was Mathias' father, having to urge his son to get out of bed and get to school already. "I slept well, yes. Until the two of you decided to wake us. Is half an hour longer that much to ask?" "But sir, if I did that I would never wake you up at the time you specified." Mathias grinned at the comment. He was the only servant that could talk back to Mathias a little. "You're right, as always." Mathias grumbled, getting out of bed to get dressed.
Fifteen minutes later Mathias was waiting at the front door. He was now wearing one of his casual suits, though this time without a tie and leaving the jacket open. This was probably about as casual as Mathias was going to get with his clothes. A bad habit he kind of wished he didn't have, but without a suit he felt more vulnerable these days. He figured that Evon would take a bit longer, as her clothing style was a bit more personal than his. But he didn't mind waiting for her.
Mathias in the mean time slowly sat up. During mornings like these it was almost like Martin was Mathias' father, having to urge his son to get out of bed and get to school already. "I slept well, yes. Until the two of you decided to wake us. Is half an hour longer that much to ask?" "But sir, if I did that I would never wake you up at the time you specified." Mathias grinned at the comment. He was the only servant that could talk back to Mathias a little. "You're right, as always." Mathias grumbled, getting out of bed to get dressed.
Fifteen minutes later Mathias was waiting at the front door. He was now wearing one of his casual suits, though this time without a tie and leaving the jacket open. This was probably about as casual as Mathias was going to get with his clothes. A bad habit he kind of wished he didn't have, but without a suit he felt more vulnerable these days. He figured that Evon would take a bit longer, as her clothing style was a bit more personal than his. But he didn't mind waiting for her.
(Funny thing is, Eve is actually pretty easy to deal with. For now at least. >:) The only problems are the ones he makes in his mind. :P )
Two guys were fighting in the alley nearby. Great...couldn't she have some peace and quiet while she was having her smoke? "Quiet down down there!" She yelled, though didn't get a reaction. Maybe they hadn't heard her. After a sigh she decided to just forget about it. It wasn't worth her trouble. Five minutes later and she headed back inside again. "So...figured out how to get me into pro fighting yet?" She asked, being quick to pull her pants off again. After he told her she smiled. "Good. It's a start to get me some recognition." She sat down again and leaned back, going into full relaxation mode again.
Evening came soon enough, since they had already spent a few hours on the fights and shopping. Eve grabbed the box of twinkie cereal again to get some more energy reserves. She'd rather grab a bit every now and then than actually sit down and have a full meal. And after that she wanted to go and find a bar. It was still early, but who knows how long it would take to find a bar she liked? She want to the closet and put on her normal clothes again, since they were going outside. Then checked to see if Jurgen was ready too.
Two guys were fighting in the alley nearby. Great...couldn't she have some peace and quiet while she was having her smoke? "Quiet down down there!" She yelled, though didn't get a reaction. Maybe they hadn't heard her. After a sigh she decided to just forget about it. It wasn't worth her trouble. Five minutes later and she headed back inside again. "So...figured out how to get me into pro fighting yet?" She asked, being quick to pull her pants off again. After he told her she smiled. "Good. It's a start to get me some recognition." She sat down again and leaned back, going into full relaxation mode again.
Evening came soon enough, since they had already spent a few hours on the fights and shopping. Eve grabbed the box of twinkie cereal again to get some more energy reserves. She'd rather grab a bit every now and then than actually sit down and have a full meal. And after that she wanted to go and find a bar. It was still early, but who knows how long it would take to find a bar she liked? She want to the closet and put on her normal clothes again, since they were going outside. Then checked to see if Jurgen was ready too.
(I've said before that Mathias is a light sleeper, so...yea, I'll have to change a thing or two from your post. ^^;; )
Mathias had always been a light sleeper. So when the knock on the door came, he was woken up as well. He didn't want to get up yet though. The bed was still so warm and comfortable. Especially with Evon next to him. He turned to her and gently put his arms around her. Not to pull her closer, but just to loosely hold her for a little bit. However she pulled away when the door opened. He sighed, feeling a little bit disappointed. But he knew it was time to get up, as the plan was to leave early. It would take a good 2 hours to get there when they drove at his speed. Though luckily the road he planned to take was usually pretty quiet in the evening. So that shouldn't be a problem.
"I know..." Mathias replied when Martin spoke, still not feeling like getting up right now. Evon asked some things about today, which Mathias found a bit odd. He had told her about it a few days ago. But oh well, maybe she was still just sleepy. "I told you a few days ago." He spoke, stretching his arms a little bit. "We're going to meet all of my friends in Scotland. The meeting place lies about two dozen miles from the border. I have some important things to discuss, and you agreed when I asked you to come with me."
Linda then entered the room too, having already checked Evon's own room to see if she was there. "Good morning sir, miss." She spoke. "When you're ready, please follow me to your room miss Evon. We should get to dressing you as soon as possible." She figured Evon wouldn't want to change and get dressed while in the same room as the two males. It would also take a bit of time, as finding a balance between something Evon liked and something appropriate for the situation had proven to be time consuming the evening before.
Mathias had always been a light sleeper. So when the knock on the door came, he was woken up as well. He didn't want to get up yet though. The bed was still so warm and comfortable. Especially with Evon next to him. He turned to her and gently put his arms around her. Not to pull her closer, but just to loosely hold her for a little bit. However she pulled away when the door opened. He sighed, feeling a little bit disappointed. But he knew it was time to get up, as the plan was to leave early. It would take a good 2 hours to get there when they drove at his speed. Though luckily the road he planned to take was usually pretty quiet in the evening. So that shouldn't be a problem.
"I know..." Mathias replied when Martin spoke, still not feeling like getting up right now. Evon asked some things about today, which Mathias found a bit odd. He had told her about it a few days ago. But oh well, maybe she was still just sleepy. "I told you a few days ago." He spoke, stretching his arms a little bit. "We're going to meet all of my friends in Scotland. The meeting place lies about two dozen miles from the border. I have some important things to discuss, and you agreed when I asked you to come with me."
Linda then entered the room too, having already checked Evon's own room to see if she was there. "Good morning sir, miss." She spoke. "When you're ready, please follow me to your room miss Evon. We should get to dressing you as soon as possible." She figured Evon wouldn't want to change and get dressed while in the same room as the two males. It would also take a bit of time, as finding a balance between something Evon liked and something appropriate for the situation had proven to be time consuming the evening before.
Also, I forgot the name of Evon's maid... ^^;;
Name: Mathias Alistair McDougall
Age: Is around 1000 years old, looks to be in his mid to late 30's.
Appearance:
NPC's:
Mary: http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs43/f/2009/131/8/3/83e4bc036d4bb6413cbca4c23d30e000.png
Ahn Young-Su: http://th05.deviantart.net/fs43/PRE/f/2009/068/4/b/Goo_Jun_Pyo___Lee_Min_Ho_BOF_1_by_VicciVoo.jpg
Danïelle Laurent: http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/121/a/2/winter_rise_by_tatsii_the_vampire.jpg
I'll add pics for the other guys later. Also, yay I managed to find Mary's and Mathias' pics again. :P
Age: Is around 1000 years old, looks to be in his mid to late 30's.
Appearance:
NPC's:
Mary: http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs43/f/2009/131/8/3/83e4bc036d4bb6413cbca4c23d30e000.png
Ahn Young-Su: http://th05.deviantart.net/fs43/PRE/f/2009/068/4/b/Goo_Jun_Pyo___Lee_Min_Ho_BOF_1_by_VicciVoo.jpg
Danïelle Laurent: http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/121/a/2/winter_rise_by_tatsii_the_vampire.jpg
I'll add pics for the other guys later. Also, yay I managed to find Mary's and Mathias' pics again. :P
I recall Mathias having already told her that they were going to meet the others. ^^;; But ah well, I'll go along with what you wrote. Doesn't change things that much anyway.
"Geez it was just a question..." Eve sneered back. "No need to get all worked up about it. I just though having some fans would be nice. And if this thing kicks off I doubt it will matter how high the odds are. I mean, pro fighters get prize money right?" She was quite confident that she would be able to win in pro arena fights as well. And that was what she was aiming for. Not to just make some money. But to climb higher and higher to challenge stronger and stronger opponents. The money was a nice extra to her, and and absolute necessity to him. So everyone won.
Jurgen decided to accompany her to the bar. Indeed there was no 'real' need for androids to go to bars. But hey, in this day and age surely there was something even androids could drink at bars right? Plus, she clearly had some form of taste receptors so who knows what else this body had in terms of realism? Especially considering how many of them seemed to be in Junkyard city. Jurgen came to sit next to her when she asked about her past. And he was apparently just as clueless as her. "None of them. Just...a feeling of familiarity I guess. I just read 'Panzer Abteilung' and find it sounding familiar. Which, I thought, would be odd if this was my first activation ever." She shrugged, deciding to deal with that later. She could maybe find some information about this Panzer Abteilung somewhere.
And now it was time for a cigarette! Eve didn't want to wait any more. So she headed back to the closet and quickly put on her pants again. After that she grabbed her cigarettes from the living room table. "I'll be out back for a little bit again." She told Jurgen before heading to the fire escape door. In the mean time the documentary kept on going. It explained about how the Panzer Abteilung were a highly elite group of cyborgs during that war, fighting not with guns but with a special martial arts called 'Panzer Kunst'. It was specifically developed for that division.
Jurgen decided to accompany her to the bar. Indeed there was no 'real' need for androids to go to bars. But hey, in this day and age surely there was something even androids could drink at bars right? Plus, she clearly had some form of taste receptors so who knows what else this body had in terms of realism? Especially considering how many of them seemed to be in Junkyard city. Jurgen came to sit next to her when she asked about her past. And he was apparently just as clueless as her. "None of them. Just...a feeling of familiarity I guess. I just read 'Panzer Abteilung' and find it sounding familiar. Which, I thought, would be odd if this was my first activation ever." She shrugged, deciding to deal with that later. She could maybe find some information about this Panzer Abteilung somewhere.
And now it was time for a cigarette! Eve didn't want to wait any more. So she headed back to the closet and quickly put on her pants again. After that she grabbed her cigarettes from the living room table. "I'll be out back for a little bit again." She told Jurgen before heading to the fire escape door. In the mean time the documentary kept on going. It explained about how the Panzer Abteilung were a highly elite group of cyborgs during that war, fighting not with guns but with a special martial arts called 'Panzer Kunst'. It was specifically developed for that division.
"A pre-match fight huh? Sure why not. Is it okay if I tell those guys in the bar to bet on me separate from each other? I mean, about 25 guys betting on me shouldn't make the odds go down that much right? And this time you can bet more money as well, so more return." She figured they still had a good few thousand left. Or at least a thousand or so. "I really suck at math..." She thought as she awaited his answer. If he said no, well...one bar's clients being pissed at her wasn't that much of a problem.
After a minute or so she spoke up again. "Say...I plan to scout out a bar this evening. Want to come with, or?" He had said he wasn't the bar type, but going with someone made things different right? Plus, she planned on finding a good bar. One that had a friendly bartender and customers at least. Or, if that wasn't possible, the bar with the least amount of thugs.
Eve took the remote and switched to a different channel. After going through a few she found one that looked pretty interesting. One about history's wars. Specifically one about a war that started 76 years ago. The war was mostly fought with robots and some androids. Only the small strike teams called 'Panzer Abteilung' were cyborgs. "Huh..." She mused. "Panzer Abteilung...sounds familiar. Say Jurgen, you wouldn't know anything about me being activated in the past before by any chance?" She asked the man, wondering if it was just her imagination...if she even had such a thing.
After a minute or so she spoke up again. "Say...I plan to scout out a bar this evening. Want to come with, or?" He had said he wasn't the bar type, but going with someone made things different right? Plus, she planned on finding a good bar. One that had a friendly bartender and customers at least. Or, if that wasn't possible, the bar with the least amount of thugs.
Eve took the remote and switched to a different channel. After going through a few she found one that looked pretty interesting. One about history's wars. Specifically one about a war that started 76 years ago. The war was mostly fought with robots and some androids. Only the small strike teams called 'Panzer Abteilung' were cyborgs. "Huh..." She mused. "Panzer Abteilung...sounds familiar. Say Jurgen, you wouldn't know anything about me being activated in the past before by any chance?" She asked the man, wondering if it was just her imagination...if she even had such a thing.
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