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erikh^ Yeah but you're also insane.
That was fast, lmao. Guess I'll wait for doc and then go again.
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Tonight, you have my word <3333
EDIT -- OKAY I SWEAR ITS COMING DEAR GOD YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME I AM IN THE PROCESS HONEY LIKE HALFWAY DONE! I'M UNDER A LOT OF STRESS THESE PAST FEW MONTHS AND I JUST WANNA WRITE THIS!!
EDIT -- OKAY I SWEAR ITS COMING DEAR GOD YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME I AM IN THE PROCESS HONEY LIKE HALFWAY DONE! I'M UNDER A LOT OF STRESS THESE PAST FEW MONTHS AND I JUST WANNA WRITE THIS!!
Double posted on accident because this site is not-so-perfect. Probably won't post again until this fight ends or someone chooses to interact (bit of a bad time).
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A deep release of air from her stilled lungs returned Rika to the realm of visibility, standing idle in one of the farther corners of the occupied primary holding area. The littered corpses across the area and the ringing sounds of gunfire and other miscellaneous weaponry did not bring concern, but irritation at how such a simple mission could become so loud. It didn’t take a scientist to put together who were fighting here, but if this was the extent of the rebels abilities in operations like this then they had a long way to go. Having done enough observation as she sneaked back in here, the howls of the giant …wolf things, yeah, were good and deafening enough for Rika to do as she pleased. While rations and weaponry were the favored possessions of a militarized group, the sums of funding stored away in said crates would benefit her, although it would only be just one. You didn’t go around calling yourself the ‘Emperor’ and not know how to take good care of money, which means that there must’ve been a wealth of dough hidden away somewhere in a vault. Hollow Bastion was many things, but she wouldn’t dump her savings here either.
Prying open the crate as the shouts and roars of man and beast reverberated around the warehouse, the thief had quietly taken the very top and set it aside, mindful of high-profile actions drawing unnecessary attention, even now. Within was the world’s currency: Munny, small and compact in size, making it easy for transportation. “Bingo.” Rika muttered to herself, slipping her left hand within her jacket and retrieving a small brown sack. Prying it open, she would allow the small amount of munny inside to draw in the rest of the funds. Although she considered herself fairly intelligent with how things worked, not even she had figured out just how munny could be so efficient in its size and near weightlessness. If there was a guess to take, she’d consider that there was at least several thousand within, perhaps even ten. Now was not the time to count, but instead get to a better vantage point and- “Hellooooo~” grinning widely as her train of thought was interrupted, Rika leaned over and childishly reached inside as a few special glints had caught her eye. Pulling herself out, she would have a couple silver bars in both hands and was already snickering at the fortune.
“I knew I was pretty lucky but this is taking the cake!” Like a little girl surrounded by sugary treats, Rika seemed lost in her own world and was not paying much more mind to the monsters running around. All she saw now was more dough, and if the Emperor was so careless that he kept this lying around in crates then there had to be more in other facilities. Memorization of the contents on that computer weren't the priority for her as the information was now in her sole possession, but she had a way around that. This whole war was about to make her the richest woman alive, the trophy of most gorgeous having been taken since she was born. Storing both bars in her jacket and zipping it up hastily left Rika with one last quick glance within the crate before she turned her attention to the surroundings. Death, yelling, roars, guns, noise …noise …NOISE!
“Maybe I should give these rookies a lesson in silence. Hmph.” Kicking off of the ground, she scaled the foundation of the warehouse’s row of goods and came at a standstill up top. Surrounded by several smaller crates that may have stored ammunition or other items of meager importance to her, the thief had knelt down and took a good long look at the growing disturbance. This would be an ample time to see just how ‘good’ this ragtag group was, and if there might be some money in playing along with them.
‘Better use your time wisely, kids…’
Prying open the crate as the shouts and roars of man and beast reverberated around the warehouse, the thief had quietly taken the very top and set it aside, mindful of high-profile actions drawing unnecessary attention, even now. Within was the world’s currency: Munny, small and compact in size, making it easy for transportation. “Bingo.” Rika muttered to herself, slipping her left hand within her jacket and retrieving a small brown sack. Prying it open, she would allow the small amount of munny inside to draw in the rest of the funds. Although she considered herself fairly intelligent with how things worked, not even she had figured out just how munny could be so efficient in its size and near weightlessness. If there was a guess to take, she’d consider that there was at least several thousand within, perhaps even ten. Now was not the time to count, but instead get to a better vantage point and- “Hellooooo~” grinning widely as her train of thought was interrupted, Rika leaned over and childishly reached inside as a few special glints had caught her eye. Pulling herself out, she would have a couple silver bars in both hands and was already snickering at the fortune.
“I knew I was pretty lucky but this is taking the cake!” Like a little girl surrounded by sugary treats, Rika seemed lost in her own world and was not paying much more mind to the monsters running around. All she saw now was more dough, and if the Emperor was so careless that he kept this lying around in crates then there had to be more in other facilities. Memorization of the contents on that computer weren't the priority for her as the information was now in her sole possession, but she had a way around that. This whole war was about to make her the richest woman alive, the trophy of most gorgeous having been taken since she was born. Storing both bars in her jacket and zipping it up hastily left Rika with one last quick glance within the crate before she turned her attention to the surroundings. Death, yelling, roars, guns, noise …noise …NOISE!
“Maybe I should give these rookies a lesson in silence. Hmph.” Kicking off of the ground, she scaled the foundation of the warehouse’s row of goods and came at a standstill up top. Surrounded by several smaller crates that may have stored ammunition or other items of meager importance to her, the thief had knelt down and took a good long look at the growing disturbance. This would be an ample time to see just how ‘good’ this ragtag group was, and if there might be some money in playing along with them.
‘Better use your time wisely, kids…’
All good.
Posting this afternoon, several hours or so.
Posting this afternoon, several hours or so.
I'd like it changed, simply because she's done nothing to make herself an open target to your pawns, and isn't drawing attention to herself. Thanks.
Posting after Anorgos.
A soft amused hum was barely audible in one of many rooms within the Imperial storehouse. The ‘finest’ soldiers in this place were still weak when it came to expecting the unexpected, and for all the armor they chose to wore it did very little good. Helmet’s restricted vision – you traded head protection for a weaker peripheral – and that was one of the worst trades imaginable when all you were expected to do was follow a simple patrol pattern for several hours before you punched out and left for the day. With nimble fingers dancing across the keys of the prized computer, the infiltrator of this base was beginning to download what sensitive information she could onto a compact disc. Drawing out lists of shipments and patrol shifts while being sure to memorize what she could on her own, the alluring assassin was mighty casual for having not gotten out of the woods yet. The confidence in her skills was evident in how little she cared to finish one of a handful of men that had been in this room dozing off. Hearing him cling to life behind her, coughing and trying hopelessly to contain the blood that pooled at his abdomen, the emerald eyes of the one who killed him were directed at his dying form.
“You know, I kind of liked you. As angry as you were that I slit your friend’s throats, you were cute enough to give me a good long look before you ended up …well, messy.” No exaggeration necessary; this woman knew the kind of stares she could gather, and the best kind of open combat was when she was being eyed at with a lustful glare. Victory was sweeter when they found it impossible to focus, her eyes, her chest and hips, all were focused at one time or another. Then you had the boring types who really wanted to win and didn't pay her any mind, those were the worst kind of people to kill. All the yelling and the name calling they did really just knew how to kill a good mood.
“Y…y….you…”
“Hm?” Turning around on her heel, the assassin took note that the download was almost complete. In the final moments with a casualty of her next payday, the honor of having a full view wasn’t too much to ask. This nameless grunt seemed to be trying to put something together, but the combination of blood loss and her beauty was likely to make that difficult. After several moments and a haggard coughing up of blood and spit, Rika eagerly awaited his final set of words and had a smile on her face in anticipation.
“They’ll get you …for this….”
Immediately frowning, the woman brought both heads behind her head and sighed heavily. Out of everything he could’ve said, it had to be the stupid old ‘rawr, my buddies are gonna get ya’ intimidation move. With the last of the files ticking away and the progress bar nearly full, perhaps some final words for him were in order too. Looking him directly in the eyes, something he was clearly having trouble focusing on with the constant wandering of her body, the assassin stuck out her tongue at him for a moment.
“That was boring! Besides, even as you say that you’re still checking me out, so that kind of ruins the whole scare factor.” Stepping forward, she had come to a stop several inches in front of the dying soldier and knelt down. In spite of his comrades lying all across the room with throats all slit, there wasn’t a drop of blood to be found across her outfit or skin. “Now, let’s pretend I’m your boss. I come in to find a super computer without data, all the men assigned to protect said computer dead, and not a trace of the culprit anywhere to be found. Your Empire isn't exactly welcome with open arms, but no ordinary citizen could be capable of this. Where does the attention go?” An opportunity to respond was given, but the guy was fading fast. “That’s right, the rebels. Who would suspect an eighteen year old young woman to be capable of such precision and brilliance? So I guess when we combine everything I said with the simple fact you guys are basically amateurs in armor, I can come to the conclusion that no, no one is getting me for this.”
Gently patting his head, she had stood up and moved back to the computer finding that the disc had already ejected. Everything on that computer was copied onto it, and as she slipped the prize through her top and securely in her cleavage the data on the machine itself was now erasing everything she had just taken for herself. “When you get to hell, let Death know that Rika Masaki sent—“an explosion rattled the entire facility and Rika had frozen, looking up towards the ceiling and cutting her off from her previous train of thought. Certainly the guards weren’t the smartest but even they didn’t just randomly cause explosions. Everything pointed to the rebels that fought against the Empire, but strangely enough Rika felt no huge concern. This was an ideal situation to get in contact with the people who would be paying her for what she had taken after all, so long as she made it to the main warehouse itself she already had the rights to the loot.
“Things are about to get exciting, aren’t they?” Turning a mischievous grin towards her bleeding friend, his head was flat on the ground, eyes shut and body still. Succumbing to the severe injury she dealt to his abdomen, the last soldier had moved on. “Well, at least you got to die to a beautiful sight: Me. Ciao!” Blowing the fallen soldiers a kiss, the smooth and deadly form of Rika Masaki vanished from sight and had begun to hustle to the main warehouse itself. If the rebels thought they’d stake claim to everything she worked to secure, they had another thing coming.
“You know, I kind of liked you. As angry as you were that I slit your friend’s throats, you were cute enough to give me a good long look before you ended up …well, messy.” No exaggeration necessary; this woman knew the kind of stares she could gather, and the best kind of open combat was when she was being eyed at with a lustful glare. Victory was sweeter when they found it impossible to focus, her eyes, her chest and hips, all were focused at one time or another. Then you had the boring types who really wanted to win and didn't pay her any mind, those were the worst kind of people to kill. All the yelling and the name calling they did really just knew how to kill a good mood.
“Y…y….you…”
“Hm?” Turning around on her heel, the assassin took note that the download was almost complete. In the final moments with a casualty of her next payday, the honor of having a full view wasn’t too much to ask. This nameless grunt seemed to be trying to put something together, but the combination of blood loss and her beauty was likely to make that difficult. After several moments and a haggard coughing up of blood and spit, Rika eagerly awaited his final set of words and had a smile on her face in anticipation.
“They’ll get you …for this….”
Immediately frowning, the woman brought both heads behind her head and sighed heavily. Out of everything he could’ve said, it had to be the stupid old ‘rawr, my buddies are gonna get ya’ intimidation move. With the last of the files ticking away and the progress bar nearly full, perhaps some final words for him were in order too. Looking him directly in the eyes, something he was clearly having trouble focusing on with the constant wandering of her body, the assassin stuck out her tongue at him for a moment.
“That was boring! Besides, even as you say that you’re still checking me out, so that kind of ruins the whole scare factor.” Stepping forward, she had come to a stop several inches in front of the dying soldier and knelt down. In spite of his comrades lying all across the room with throats all slit, there wasn’t a drop of blood to be found across her outfit or skin. “Now, let’s pretend I’m your boss. I come in to find a super computer without data, all the men assigned to protect said computer dead, and not a trace of the culprit anywhere to be found. Your Empire isn't exactly welcome with open arms, but no ordinary citizen could be capable of this. Where does the attention go?” An opportunity to respond was given, but the guy was fading fast. “That’s right, the rebels. Who would suspect an eighteen year old young woman to be capable of such precision and brilliance? So I guess when we combine everything I said with the simple fact you guys are basically amateurs in armor, I can come to the conclusion that no, no one is getting me for this.”
Gently patting his head, she had stood up and moved back to the computer finding that the disc had already ejected. Everything on that computer was copied onto it, and as she slipped the prize through her top and securely in her cleavage the data on the machine itself was now erasing everything she had just taken for herself. “When you get to hell, let Death know that Rika Masaki sent—“an explosion rattled the entire facility and Rika had frozen, looking up towards the ceiling and cutting her off from her previous train of thought. Certainly the guards weren’t the smartest but even they didn’t just randomly cause explosions. Everything pointed to the rebels that fought against the Empire, but strangely enough Rika felt no huge concern. This was an ideal situation to get in contact with the people who would be paying her for what she had taken after all, so long as she made it to the main warehouse itself she already had the rights to the loot.
“Things are about to get exciting, aren’t they?” Turning a mischievous grin towards her bleeding friend, his head was flat on the ground, eyes shut and body still. Succumbing to the severe injury she dealt to his abdomen, the last soldier had moved on. “Well, at least you got to die to a beautiful sight: Me. Ciao!” Blowing the fallen soldiers a kiss, the smooth and deadly form of Rika Masaki vanished from sight and had begun to hustle to the main warehouse itself. If the rebels thought they’d stake claim to everything she worked to secure, they had another thing coming.
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