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Post by victoria on Dec 1, 2009 1:44:32 GMT -5
Mana had been performing one of her usual parkour runs. She had been scouting the ghetto, having found five good locations for a possible interrogation. Whenever she slowed down she would survey the streets, performing her usual psychoanalysis of pedestrians.
Her scouting had also managed to show her three good spots to set the trap with Gauron. By now she was simply waiting for a phone call from him with the news she was waiting for. Only he knew the number to her disposable phone.
Finding a volunteer would be easy. So she left that part of the project for last. Now she was simply walking about the streets, wearing a black baby-t, jeans, sneakers, and a small hard backpack. She smoked a cigarette, brushing her long hair back with her hand. It was fortunate the weather was getting colder, for she didn't have a speck of sweat on her even after all her exercise.
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Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on Dec 1, 2009 10:04:09 GMT -5
Gauron sat within a Knightmare Frame – a Glasgow, stolen from a Knightpolice Department on the outskirts of the Tokyo Settlement. He had taken a few days since stealing it to lay low. There was no reason to call undue attention to himself or the operation that he was embarking upon. He had taken enough of a risk in setting the bait for the police, after all. As expected, the bomb he had planted within a residential section of the Settlement had done its work wonderfully, killing upwards of a dozen civilians. He had taken a page out of Mana’s book and added fliers with the Black Knight’s symbol to the device. The authorities had arrived like buzzards to a corpse. During the ensuing chaos, he had hijacked the Glasgow. He hoped that Mana had found her patsy to make the radio transmission as he reached to his feet and pulled a laptop out of his duffle bag.
He opened it and it automatically powered on. A series of taps on the keys later and he was signed on. The computer took a few moments more to connect to a series of satellites in orbit. With a bored look on his face, he typed out a report to the Chinese Federation. Obtaining intelligence on Black Knights. Operation to commence shortly. Will report findings. In short order, it was encrypted and sent on its way. In a few moments more, it would arrive in the computer terminals of the men who paid him.
With that out of the way, he took the cell phone that Mana had given him and dialed the offered number. Gauron waited patiently while the phone connected and started ringing.
((OOC: Sorry about the wait. I had planned on starting the thread myself but wasn't sure who you wanted it open to.))
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Post by victoria on Dec 1, 2009 14:31:53 GMT -5
Mana heard the generic tone of her cellphone. She took it out of her backpack and answered it, "Helloooo honey! Did you get the groceries?" she said with a sweet tone. Clearly, Mana was speaking in code. Cellphones are one of the easiest method of communication to crack.
Mana noticed a homeless man across the street begging for money. The man was about middle-aged, with a growing beard, but still not in the condition she found most of her tools. He was clearly a recently unemployed man. Probably less than a month... at the point of pure desperation. Mana smirked, "I just found my uncle!" she said cheerfully into the cellphone, "I'll text you the address of where to meet us, ok dear?"
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Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on Dec 1, 2009 14:50:11 GMT -5
It wasn't long before Mana answered her ringing phone in a bizarre, cheery voice. "Helloooo honey! Did you get the groceries?" Gauron smiled when he realized she was speaking in code. Cell phone transmissions were notoriously easy to intercept.
"Yes, dear. I have them with me right now, actually," he answered with as much warmth in his voice as he could muster; it wasn't much and felt odd to him.
"I just found my uncle! I'll text you the address of where to meet us, ok dear?"[/b] Mana said gleefully into the phone.
She found her target. Excellent. He stopped himself just short of loosing a sinister chuckle. "That sounds wonderful. I do so look forward to meeting him. I'll talk to you later, then," he said just before flipping the phone shut. And now, he just had to wait for the text. As soon he got it, the games would begin. Gauron smiled at the prospect.
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Post by victoria on Dec 1, 2009 19:49:50 GMT -5
Mana sent a text message to Gauron. It was plain as day. She also stated to meet there in two hours.
In those two hours Mana bought out the homeless man, had him help her set up a perimeter of traps around the rubble of the site she had selected. The process took the whole two hours, and by the time two hours had passed Mana was done setting the final traps. She was already dressed in her plague doctor outfit. The homeless man was lead to believe the woman that had hired him had left, and that the person in the plague doctor outfit was someone else. Mana now waited for Gauron to arrive, holding a short wave radio in her hand.
Mana had instructed the homeless man of what would happen. She told him to speak into the radio when the time comes, requesting help. She had him believe this was for the good of Japan. The man was looking forward to the substantial amount of money she had offered him. He really didn't care about why this was all being done, as long as he got paid. Ah, the fickle mind of a desperate human... such an easy tool to manipulate to one's ends.
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Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on Dec 2, 2009 9:15:12 GMT -5
The phone buzzed in Gauron's hand. He quickly read the text and put the device away. The location was only about five minutes away, so he had the better part of the next two hours to kill. He decided against using the time to actually kill and started drinking some energy drinks that he had.
He didn't need the added boost, but the caffeine was another story entirely. The headache from the day that he had given Mana her Geass was still fresh in his mind. The combination of the drinks and a newspaper managed to keep his mind off of the wait time.
When the time came, Gauron hid and then dismounted from his stolen Knightmare and walked to the location. Mana was a careful girl and was sure to have laid traps. Gauron would be less likely to see and avoid them in the bulky mech. The building that she had chosen was a squat thing with only two floors. It was surrounded by debris from taller buildings as well as itself and most of the relatively few windows were shattered. Gauron stepped through the threshold.
He wandered through the building - seemingly without a purpose - and let a tugging sensation in his mind lead him to his objective. He found it in what looked like it had once been a break room of sorts. Mana was wearing her strange costume again - the same one from the day that she had destroyed Omotesando Mall. He merely nodded to her as he came in and spared a glance at her "uncle." He was a homeless man. A vagrant. Some down and out Eleven with bags of hopelessness hanging heavily under his eyes. He would indeed be useful for their purposes.
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Post by victoria on Dec 3, 2009 1:31:34 GMT -5
Mana returned the nod, turning to the homeless man, "Mike, meet my college." she turned to Gauron, "So, are we ready?" it was that creepy voice again. Mana handed the short-range radio to Mike, not waiting for an answer, "Time for your grand performance, Mike." The homeless man, Mike, held the device close to his mouth. He looked uneasy, clearly not sure what to say. He weakly stated, "Help! I'm being pursued by Britannian forces!"
Mana sighed, "My soul for a thespian..." she muttered, pulling out a gun from her coat, aiming it at Mike's head and cocking it, "Sell it, little man... or your death will be very real." The threat would have been terrifying in Mana's actual voice, but with the voice modifier, it became even more horrendously nightmarish. Mike's eyes were wide, his arms shaking, as he hit the speak button on the radio again. He screamed this time, "They have me trapped!! Please, someone help me! I've done nothing wrong, but they seem to want to kill me!!" Mike sold it this time. He was desperate. He was terrified, and it showed.
Mana chuckled softly, looking at Gauron, nodding softly. He'd know what to do. Sure they hadn't gone through details... but it's not like two professionals had to do such a thing.
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Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on Dec 3, 2009 11:08:58 GMT -5
"Mike, meet my colleague,"[/b] Mana said after nodding to Gauron. The homeless man looked at Gauron and seemed to shy away a little. "So, are we ready?"[/b] She was using her voice distorter. No one would be able to identify her.
Gauron smiled before answering. "Of course," he replied, anticipation in his voice.
Mana gave their patsy a radio and instructed him to start the ruse. No doubt he thought that he was doing something for the good of Area 11. "Help! I'm being pursued by Britannian forces!" Gauron felt that he had been more convincing when he had impersonated a husband earlier.
She apparently felt the same way and threatened Mike with a pistol against his head. "They have me trapped!! Please, someone help me! I've done nothing wrong, but they seem to want to kill me!!" Nothing motivated a performance like the real feeling, and Mike was terrified.
Mana laughed softly from within her disguise and nodded at Gauron. He had half a mind to draw his own pistol and shoot the man through the knee, but restrained himself. Mike was her prey, and Gauron didn't want to take any of the fun from her. Instead, he turned and rushed out of the building to where the Knightmare was waiting, hidden.
He turned it on and sped out of the alley using the Landspinners. It was equipped with a pistol, shield and two Slash Harkens; the standard Knightpolice load out. A handful of Elevens stood down the street. Gauron rose the handgun and opened fire. The rounds - meant for Knightmare combat - shredded through their bodies with ease. Men, women, and a few children exploded into clouds of gore.
One of the Elevens, a young man, had taken cover in time to escape death and was trying to crawl away. Gauron laughed over the external speakers at his attempt. "Trying to go somewhere, are you?!" He lunged forward while holstering the pistol and scooped the man up in the Glasgow's hand. "Foolish, worthless Eleven," he said in a mocking voice. Then he started to slowly squeeze. The Eleven in his hand struggled and squirmed, trying to escape the tightening grip. He couldn't get enough leverage, however, and soon started screaming in agony as his body was crushed. With a final croak, the Eleven's eyes bulged and he coughed up blood. The body went limp and Gauron tossed it aside like trash, laughing all the while. It had been far too long since he had had this much fun. Not since he had fought in the Middle East a few years ago at the very least.
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Post by victoria on Dec 5, 2009 16:51:21 GMT -5
Mike kept calling for help, adding sobs to his performance. He clearly began to understand this was a very serious situation... one he will probably not survive. Mana had set a few hidden cameras over the rubble, and had a few small monitors displaying what they saw. She watched Gauron's work, chuckling softly. 'Not bad for an old man' she thought, smirking under her mask. She wondered how long would it take for a Black Knight to show up. She surely hope it wasn't long... at this pace it wouldn't be long before the authorities are called in, that is, if they really care about a few Elevens being slaughtered.
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Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on Dec 7, 2009 9:26:03 GMT -5
Gauron continued his rampage, destroying property and people alike. With a heavy motion, he slammed the Knightmare's shield through a storefront. He left it there for safekeeping. He fired a Slash Harken at a parked car, the impact lifting it up and smashing it against a building. Elevens ran from the structures as he brought chaos down around them.
Rats from a sinking ship, Gauron thought cruelly. These filthy people would be shown no quarter this day. No, a vast majority of them would die. Gauron was resolute in his task, running them over, breaking them with the Glasgow's arms, crushing them with his Slash Harkens, shredding them with his Handgun. Blood ran through the streets, dying the concrete and dirt red.
Gauron laughed. He laughed with all his being. It was a sound that anyone that didn't know him would surely think came from the depths of Hell itself. It echoed and reverberated off the buildings in the area, further terrifying inhabitants of the ghetto. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!" he said through the external speakers, taunting anyone that could hear him. He hoped that they would; if they were Elevens, they would die. If they were Black Knights, they would die a little bit slower.
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Post by victoria on Dec 7, 2009 11:42:22 GMT -5
Mana leaned on a desk, watching Gauron's work, almost with envy. She looked at the crying man before her, still begging into the radio. At that point, something clicked in Mana's head... something she didn't quite understand at the moment. A fire burned inside, stronger than ever. She didn't loose focus, but she began to question her plan. Years of hiding, forcing others to take the claim of her work, had made her rather bored. She enjoyed watching nations and factions fight each other... but in the end, they were never thorough enough with their exterminations. Mana thought of her Geass. She thought of humanity, wallowing in it's own filth. Such disgusting creatures. Mana had grown tired of making others take blame for her masterpieces. She wanted some credit... and with her Geass, and Gauron aiding her, she didn't really have to hide anymore. Well... she'd still use her plague doctor outfit, but why not spread her message now? Her true message had to be heard!
"Enough." Mana stated with her distorted voice. Mike dropped the radio, staring up at Mana with wide eyes. Mana hopped off the desk, walking slowly around Mike, "Tell me Mike... how do you survive every day? Your life is lost... you've lost everything, and only seem to keep sinking lower by the second. Why don't you just kill yourself, and end your agony once and for all? The man stared at Mana with confusion. It was clear her words hurt him, but his fear was overwhelming any other emotion at the moment. He was sweating. Mana stared down at him, activating her geass. The man froze for a second, before collapsing entirely, sobbing uncontrollably. Mana produced a small knife from her belt, tossing it on the floor next to the man, "End it." The man stared at the knife with tear-soaked eyes, reaching for it with a shaking hand. He picked it up, turning the tip towards himself. His hand suddenly steadied, and he began to scream as he stabbed himself multiple times with a nearly supernatural self-loathing. Mana watched him in silence. It wasn't long before Mike slumped over, bleeding profusely, sobbing weakly as he slowly died from blood loss.
Mana picked up her phone, dialing the number to the phone she had given Gauron, "Change of plans. Let's teach this filth that living is the true original sin." Yes... Mana was suggesting a killing spree with no goal other than to cause as much loss of life as possible. This might sound like a pointless massacre, but to Mana, it carried a message. "Life is lost on mankind."
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Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on Dec 7, 2009 18:17:32 GMT -5
Gauron was enjoying his blood lust so much that he almost didn't hear the phone ringing. Surely his victims thought it strange when the Knightmare stopped moving while he answered the call. "Change of plans. Let's teach this filth that living is the true original sin. Life is lost on mankind." He could hear the patsy crying softly in the background, and now that he thought about it, he had felt the strange pulling sensation of Mana using her Geass.
"Understood," was all he said before hanging up. Mana had changed somehow. Gauron could tell by her voice, even through the distortion device. Her tone had become harder, but more vibrant somehow. He dropped that train of thought for the time being and jumped back to action, starting with a small handful of idiotically brave Elevens that had crawled out of hiding. Once they were dead and broken, he turned his attention to the buildings, firing the handgun into the structures with abandon. When the ammunition counter read that the weapon was empty, he switched magazines and holstered the firearm. The Harkens would work fine. The sounds of destruction almost drowned out the screams.
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Dec 8, 2009 23:03:09 GMT -5
It was a day and a day and a day like no other in that she was dazed. It was strange, so strange, like a sand blasted window had been placed in front of her, distorting her sight and her sound and her smell. Yesterday she had given a man who most likely did not deserve it a Geass and was now walking through life as he acclimated to it and balanced himself with what she had given him while she balanced herself from what he had taken. She was raw and exposed and stumbling down a street somewhere where there was sun (Japan? She hadn't tripped onto a train or a boat had she? She would have noticed the extra movement) and concrete and dirt and people.
She vaguely registers the sidewalk under her feet, rough sediment scratching red lines into her soles and chipping her nail polish. She'd gotten up that morning and wanted to move, the earth was moving and it wanted her to tilt with it, a pull eastward, go with the flow, and she was gone. She thinks she's in her nightdress but she's not sure, making a contract leaves her dizzy; Aether wants her, only her, just her, affecting anyone else is extra and useless outside of amusement and on some level It's angry at her, is scolding her for stealing people who might be Final Incarnations too from her brothers and sisters. She knows and is sorry, only Being she would ever be sorry to, but it's a game and tomorrow she will blink and the world will right itself and she can dance and It will forgive her her transgressions.
There is sound and it penetrates the glass, digging deep lines so the frosted crystal gives peaks outside. There is screaming and she drifts by figures running toward and past her, away from a great beast that shoots fiery lead as easily as breath. She is walking and there is red and rubble and it occurs to her that she is wearing her nightdress, the soft white one bled red after she donned it without bathing after punishing a lover for asking her to stay true. She looks down and yes, yes, yes, white silk over stains. Perhaps its why nothing is touching her; she looks like a wraith.
She is dizzy and the sounds that have suddenly come into focus are too loud, noisy, a racket. Such a nice day shouldn't be disturbed so. A man runs into her and she jabs her fingers into his throat, pinching and twisting in a move she saw on t.v. once, and he spits blood, falls. She steps over him and drifts around the rocks in her path, big rubble chunks, they cut her toes.
The great beast is in front of her now and giddy. There is glee in its work and she feels a tug in her insides; sibling. She blinks, dazed and cocks her head, brother isn't made of metal? stumbles towards it and touches the great leg and time stops.
There is a man and he is tall and fierce and she sees him clearly, the first clear thing she's seen all day and he is her and she remembers him mocking her once and then snarling at her from the dirt and mud after she introduced him to the concept of respecting your elders because they can kill you and he's looking at her and he might be surprised to see her but he's proud and won't show it and she blinks at him and he's vibrating too and Aether hums and he's made a contract too and she's interested, so very very interested.
And she's back to touching the metal thing's leg and she's still dizzy and for the life of her she can't really tell what's going on but somewhere up there is a sibling. She knocks a tune on the steel with her knuckles and whispers but knows he'll hear her anyway.
"Open up, baby brother. Open and let me up."
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Post by victoria on Dec 8, 2009 23:04:11 GMT -5
Mana made her way outside of the building, walking onto the streets over the corpses lain out by Gauron. She wished she had brought her cello... she wanted to play right now. It was almost painful.
Mana walked over to one of the bombs she had set up, disarming it in seconds. She switched it to a timed detonation, tossing it into one of the residential buildings Gauron hadn't destroyed yet. She walked away from it as it exploded into a tower of flames, the blast of hellfire spreading into nearby buildings. She wasn't prepared for this new drive. Mana stood there, watching Gauron's work. She smirked in her mask, realizing that this was still a success... she had made two hits appear as though the Black Knights had gone extremist... and now Gauron was making a spectacle out of the Britannian police. She sent a text to Gauron's phone, "Have fun. I have a new orchestra to plan. You know how to find me."
With that Mana left the scene, using a remote detonator to set off all the traps in the ruins, burying Mike's body and crushing the equipment she had left in the building under tons of rubble. She was heading to places unknown at the time. She had a new drive, which would call for a time of planning. [exit]
[[OOC: Sorry about that. Not sure what else Mana could do with the little equipment she brought lol]]
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Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on Dec 8, 2009 23:34:05 GMT -5
Gauron was finally back in his element. After years of keeping himself on a leash, he let go and allowed himself to revel in destruction. It was wonderful. Rejuvenating. He didn't notice the text from his co-conspirator this time.
Nothing was going to stop him until the Knightmare ran out of power or he grew bored. At least, that's what he thought. All his thoughts were shattered when someone placed their hand on the Glasgow. With a nearly crushing jolt, his consciousness was ripped to that unfamiliar nowhere that was the source of his power. He knew the woman's identity instantly. "Open up, baby brother. Open and let me up." The voice echoed within his mind and without. It was no request.
Gauron ordered the Knightmare to one knee and opened the boarding hatch on the back of the cockpit block. He would not dismount, no. As soon as she climbed aboard, he would leave the area and they would have their reunion. How that went was still up in the air, but he would take the chance. While the boarding cable lowered to the ground, he composed himself. It would do no good for her to see him flustered in any way - regardless of the fact that she likely already knew his reaction. "Imagine seeing you here," he called out over his shoulder.
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