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| (Open RP *Criminal*) Knight's Banquet; You are Cordially Invited. | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 31 2009, 12:53 AM (500 Views) | |
| Seraphina | Oct 31 2009, 12:53 AM Post #1 |
 
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Many invitations were passed around through the Net to those who wouldn't mind being in attendance to such a gala affair. Renting the biggest room in the hotel, she had prepared the feast for two days, having the skilled staff merely finish the final product to be served tonight. The invitation was given as follows through "snail mail". Old school parchment and fine ink were hand written to each. Salutations. You are cordially invited to the Inaugural Banquet of the Underknight, Dame Lydia Hamilton. Please attend in semi-formal attire, or in the very least, in your finest. If unsuitable attire can not be found, outfits may be rented via the hotel. Hostility is not an option and will be answered to by the Underlord. Dinner will be served at 7:00. Doors will open at 6:00 Manners, though not required, are highly encouraged. Sincerely, Dame Lydia Hamilton There was an ice carving fountain of a swan which had white wine flowing from it with various snacks of cheese and small crackers. Lydia was in a red gown tonight with golden jewelry. This was her true battle for Underknight... political manipulation. She was told to recruit rogues, and she was about to do so. It was getting close to seven and she was chattering with a couple of her old high school friends who were... less than ethical, but fun to hang around with. She did promise Nick to introduce Rodney and he was more than happy to work for a higher paycheck. One of the waiters was walking by with red wine and bread. Those who could appreciate wine would find the bouquet as something of quality and not just by name. Some of the most expensive wines were two steps away from being rat piss, but because of that name all the rich people wanted it. No... she got the highest quality red she could. A barista was set up so that people could pay for harder drinks. Or something more fruity to serve their fancy. Some lower ranked criminals were chatting over there, bragging about a heist over Jack and Coke and a cigar. Though not everyone was dressed "high class", they were most certainly clean and made an effort to dress for success. Edited by Seraphina, Oct 31 2009, 12:59 AM.
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| Ashidlun.EXE | Oct 31 2009, 01:27 AM Post #2 |
Ashidlun: I think its time i crashed the party.
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Mike Entered, in his usual lack hooded coat. The hood was up and he used his genetc alterations in order to hide himself better, by turning the skin to the ame color as the coat. He had the invitation in hand, which was ironicaly legit. He walked in, his face unseeable as he liked it. He sat at a Table in a corner area, after taking a few crackers with cheese, he was munching casualy watching the others. He was once an Underlord himself, and was curious to see how things were when undernew management. He made his eyes glow yellow to add to his odd effect, and began to fudget with his cracker, due to hiding his sword-axe nearby, no one would notice the weapon was hidden on the roof of the building, and he grinned about it. He waited for something of interest to occur so he could learn more of the situation. |
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| Classic Tiefy | Oct 31 2009, 02:51 AM Post #3 |
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Of course, what's a criminal party without the second most wanted man on the planet? L. Bearach Cambion sits in a corner, drinking himself into a stupor as always... or so it seemed. He had an ulterior motive here tonight, and had actually purchased an open UnderKnight rank from a street vendor to be here tonight. "Hmm..." |
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| Ashidlun.EXE | Oct 31 2009, 08:23 PM Post #4 |
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Ashidlun: I think its time i crashed the party.
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Mike noticed the heavy drinker on the spot, he rose from, his seat, went to the man and said "Mr.Cambion. Its been a while since we spoke in Okuden Vally, how the chaos coming along these days?" Mike sat himself beside the man and grabbed his own drink, openly friendly with Cambion as was his way. Mike lightened his skin tone to be visable only to him and he put a half grin. Mike Sighed and looked around, amused by the room of....odd people. |
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| Seraphina | Nov 1 2009, 01:03 AM Post #5 |
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Keeping her circle around her, she sipped on her own wine and glanced over to the two newcomers to the party. It wasn't a huge affair, but it was a well-thought party. Keeping to herself, she would wait for the exchange as she let her geeky friend Rodney finish his tech rant about Quantum computers. This was getting interesting. Some of the peons would be useful for contacts if their skills would be needed, but she was wondering how many Rogues would jump at the chance for contacts in the Mafia. Watching the clock for a moment, she would make certain that dinner would be punctual. She slaved hard over this feast and these people would thank whatever god they worshiped that cows were brought into creation for this very moment. |
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| Classic Tiefy | Nov 1 2009, 06:28 PM Post #6 |
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Cambion is surprisingly silent tonight, paying no heed to Mike. He drains another bottle of liquor and leans against the back wall, stroking his beard. "Hmph... turnout seems to be low. Ah, well...less resistance, I suppose." |
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| Seraphina | Nov 1 2009, 10:59 PM Post #7 |
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The clock had struck seven and all the servers were getting people to their seats, all dressed in fine tuxedo attire and aprons. Lydia put her finished wine on the tray of a passing server, allowing everyone to find their seats as servers began bringing out trays of various types of bread, all of them piping hot and served with four different types of butters. One of which was a light and fluffy butter made from squash. Lydia took her own seat with her table at the forefront. Leaning back in her chair with her 'inner circle' of less than noble friends who decided to work behind the scenes for the Mafia, she smiled and lifted her glass with a knowing smirk. "I thank you all for coming tonight to join in my celebration. I knew the turnout would be less than invited, as your Lords are hard at work keeping this place protected. Still... I have yet to introduce myself to the community and as one of your new leaders, I wanted to prove that I am not just working for myself. Many past leaders, as I have heard, have been more out for themselves and would rather work to better their own means than of the means of the Organization. While we have seen drastic improvement these past weeks, we have seen little effort in reaching out to the community as a whole. It is true that we all fend for ourselves, but what power would we all hold as individuals if we did not work together?" "Ain't your folks ONB?" one of the drunken criminals piped out. "Why in the hell would we follow some rich girl, eh? The Benefactor throws enough money at us as is!" "Because I seek respect... not demand it. In my old world, I could never get my hands dirty and make my own way. I envied people who could have their own destiny. I have conquered before, my friend, and I am hard at work expanding our territory." "Hey, the lady can cook!" another criminal replied, woofing down on some of the bread. "Man... when was the last time I had real food?!" "So she's got booze that she's willing to hand out. Not like she can take a gun to a man's head and pull tha' trigger!" "I prefer to use people over outright killing them. Even civilians have their worth if properly placed. When you hold enough power over their heads, you have no need to pay the cleaning bill for their spilled guts. Besides, I fully intend of putting some of my money into better digs for you all. This hotel is nice, but The Mafia my crew now... anything that is mine deserves the best... in any case, enjoy yourselves tonight. If anyone has any other questions, please do not hesitate to ask." The first dish being served was a small bowl of what appeared to be a clear soup with just a sprinkle of green on top of each one. It was a Double Beef Consomme. Though small, the dish was very deceptive. One sip tasted like liquid prime rib. With a small sip of the red wine, it left a tasteful sensation reserved for Prime Ministers and other world officials of power. |
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| Dark Messiah.exe | Nov 1 2009, 11:10 PM Post #8 |
I'm trying to think!
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Toran leaned against a wall. He was starting to relearn emotions and he was feeling one right now. What was it.....was it pride? No not quite, perhaps it was just the fact that a weak link had been removed and a new strength was added to the forces of the Court. He was wearing his standard assassination cloak but the hood was down since he knew he didn't need to hide his face. he kept his weapons close as always. "Toran, are you sure it is all right to be here right now?" Amy asked from the PET. "Don't worry. We can afford to join in on the festivities to congratulate a new knight,"he said. He was keeping strictly to the non-alcoholic drinks as he didn't want any of his senses impaired if something were to go wrong with all the criminals in the room. |
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| Classic Tiefy | Nov 2 2009, 03:19 AM Post #9 |
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Unlike Toran, Cambion has officially accumulated a pile of empty bottles larger than himself, and is still going strong. He hasn't touched his food... instead, the small green-and-black lizard on his shoulder has hopped onto the table and devoured two full servings by this point. "Ah... damned shame such culinary skills are wasted on the Mafia. Why don't you have some, boss?" "Ay'm *hic* shayfeenk roolm fer... fer... ah dunnae..." |
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| Ashidlun.EXE | Nov 2 2009, 11:40 AM Post #10 |
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Ashidlun: I think its time i crashed the party.
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Mike could not help but chuckle, He shook his head at Cambion, and looked right to Lydia, asking a simple yet powerful question as he enjoyed his meal, he kept his mannerism oddly enough and spoke with an empty mouth "And what, my dear host, is the reasoning for you sharing this bounty? truthfully, as an older lord who gave up the ways knows what happens when you give out so much kindness, and knowing this something tellsme that you indeed have more reasons then what you have stated here tonight, i ask not for the reason, but for what true motive." He tossed up a small cube he had right at his weapon, which bounced off harmlessly, letting the massive weapon fall. He walked over being not so far away from isoriginal spot and caught it, hefting the sword-axe on his back. He stood up tall and proud, and simply treating her as an equal instead of a higher rank, or lower rank, this was his way of showing respect, weither she knew it or not. |
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| Seraphina | Nov 2 2009, 11:53 AM Post #11 |
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Lydia's smirk slightly widened... a smart one was in her ranks. Perhaps she would be able to hire him later. A small laugh came from her as she leaned forward slightly. "I have seen how living conditions are around here... not many have had true cooking or even know what it looks like. No taste of the high life and nothing to shoot for, preferring to stay with what works because it what makes them survive. I wanted to see how many were actually daring enough to live. Those who are willing to accept a higher life are willing to do anything to obtain that kind of life, and I desire that determination in the people I work with. Any fool who wants to stay in their hovel is no interest to me. They have no dreams... no desire to climb, but only to survive. Even those who are in survival mode are never truly in that mode if they decline a free meal. They are feeding off of their pride and their own little world to take from others. They do not dream of surviving... no, they do not have have any dreams at all. They have nothing worth dying for." Taking a drag of her wine and enjoying it for a moment before having a spoon of her Consomme, she smiled and sighed. "Find someone with a ray of hope, even someone who is willing to take the chance that this free meal might not be poison, and you have found someone willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want. Petty survivalists will run away to spare their lives, but you find someone who wants to be made, then they will rape, pillage and kill... and take risks." |
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| Classic Tiefy | Nov 2 2009, 12:01 PM Post #12 |
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"Pssht!" The drunken man stands up, his green hair shimmering... in reality, that's an aura of evaporated alcohol surrounding his body, like gasoline fumes. "Yeh-... Yer... You've got some nerve, asshumeeng the Mafia ish bet... better off than ush. I'll have ya know, I wasch the FIRSHT UnderKing to take the throne after Scherinade... Thrash, get the match." The small lizard on the table strikes a match, and the aura of alcohol around Cambion erupts in a fireball. He blows into the match afterwards, sending a gout of flame towards the ceiling. "Ah, much better. Now then... not all among us are so poor. Many of us have already taken the risks, reaped the rewards... and all that remains is the challenge. So tell me... what does the Mafia offer that my own efforts cannot achieve? I am still vastly more powerful than anyone on the UnderCourt, with wealth to match. What is left, then?" |
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| Ashidlun.EXE | Nov 2 2009, 12:14 PM Post #13 |
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Ashidlun: I think its time i crashed the party.
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Mike raised a finger and grinned "Be that as it may, you may also be one to invite them to bite the hand that feeds them, as i said before to much kindness offers openings, doors giving them the lack of fear, and then giving them the will to attack, demanding that you bow before them instead of them showing the respect you deserve for showing kindness.Cast your light but cast it carefully, the end result may not be as pretty." He put his weapon onto his back and locked it into place. He then strolled around lookingat the other criminals here, and regarded her inner circle of friends, and said honestly "friends are a beautiful example to this, one minute they have your back, the next seconed they have your throaght." Mike sighed and ducked to the ground as he heared the word 'match' come out of Cambions mouth. He stood back up shrugged, keeping his fce hidden and wearing his hood still. He dusted off his leg and said "and what dragon boy just said is also true, whats your response to that?" He pulled outhis sword, stabbed it into the ground,and lazily waited. |
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| Seraphina | Nov 2 2009, 12:44 PM Post #14 |
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"The first Underking?" "That guy's Cambion?" There was a murmur around the criminals as they waited for the Lady's response. Her eyebrows were raised as she heard the name Cambion. This was the one who owned Thrash's Navi? Taking another calm sip of her Consomme, she raised her eyes back to her guests. She seemed... oddly calm about people with their weapons drawn around here. "In chess, one must always leave openings and make sacrifices to capture the game. Even when a pawn reaches the other side of the board, it becomes a queen. It is true I may be taken out of the game by a more savvy player, but that is the game I must play. As for your inquiry... Your Excellency... I have plans for changes in this organization. Your strong leadership skills are a testament to independent crime syndicates, as people would follow you. Be honest, however. How many of those groups have stood against the test of time compared to the Mafia? Need I remind you of Tantalus? How many times has that group attempted to reform? Though management has changed often in these past days, the group has never fully collapsed. I fully intend to restore stability with my plans. Besides... there is a bit of wisdom my Navi learned from the Net Oracle... having a use for someone is the greatest defense one can have. Of course I could be kidnapped, defeated, or worse... but true death? I intend to make that harder for everyone." |
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| Classic Tiefy | Nov 2 2009, 12:57 PM Post #15 |
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The man takes a step away from the table, the small lizard hopping onto his shoulder. "Ah, but that is a lie. The Mafia is a relatively new organization, a twisted mockery of the UnderRankings, the Ten Champions of the Criminal World. You do have a point... certainly, my empire crumbled as any other has and will. And so will this NetMafia. Do you know why?" Cambion tosses back his head, scattering a few embers that were caught in his hair. "It is because the leaders grow complacent. I made the same mistake that every Criminal with power has made at least once in their lifetime: I believed myself to be more important than the rest of the world. I was at the peak of my power, and so certain of my superiority. I was so certain, I tossed my underlings aside, crushed their hopes and dreams, ignoring their past services. In my eyes, they had outlived their usefulness..." Cambion's single silver-blue eye stares straight forward, his gaze boring right into Lydia's very being. "You are a recent conscript, if my information serves correctly. You serve the NetMafia under the terms of a ransom... knowing the very nature you flaunt and glorify, will your superiors be true to their word? You said yourself that they will do anything for their own personal gain. And that means that if anyone among their numbers becomes a liability, or happens to live longer than they remain useful to the organization... gone. Is working under the Sword of Damocles truly worth it? Would you want power and glory, if only for the brief second before those above you decide that you have too much of it?" |
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| Ashidlun.EXE | Nov 2 2009, 01:12 PM Post #16 |
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Ashidlun: I think its time i crashed the party.
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Mike nodded at both Cambion and Lydia, knowing he indeed started a massive debate, things might be interesting. still leaning on his sword, Ashidlun appeared on his shoulder and said "Where be the sounds of the dying hopes and dreams of man, to be heard by the one who wishes to change it. is there truly such things as hope and dreams? or are they just illusions to get a grasp as something so trivial as life itself?" Mike growled at Ashidlun as if telling him to keep quiet, he then responeded in a completly spanish accent, unknowing that his navi drew out his accent when ever around "He may be blunt, but he does have a point, who are you to answer the call? do you see your self as some one who can answer all the hopes and dreams? in exchange for your life? or are you preaching what you might regard as a 'favor' speech?" Ashidlun shook his head and saying under his breath "dumb ass..." |
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| Seraphina | Nov 2 2009, 01:58 PM Post #17 |
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She smiled. She liked thinkers. Finishing her Consomme, the waiters began to bring out the main course of duck and plum sauce with a side of roasted almonds in brown sugar. All one would need was the fork because of its tenderness. There was this taste of spice in the duck which combined ginger with a light tang, mixing with the plum sauce well. "... I went to Culinary School at seventeen. My entire family hated it because I was supposed to go to the military. Ever since I was a child, I had nothing but the finest. Everything was perfect... no taste was denied me and I had food from all over the world. When I was in my teens, however... I began to realize that I was no longer satisfied with what I was supposed to have. I had my first cheeseburger when I was in college and I threw up... the best of the best became my normal routine. These dishes to me... were tuesday." She looked at the duck on her fork for a while. Just staring... not really eating it. "Then... I began making it with my own hands... and I started to live. As I made Phalanx with my own hands. I began having control and not being dictated how I should live. It is everywhere in the wretched ONB society. Here... in the world of criminals, even if you answer to a higher power, you are expected to make the decision of betraying him and taking his place. There is every man for themselves while keeping a twisted method of order. I have no idea whether I am going to live or die tonight." Taking the duck into her mouth, she finally began to eat. She savored her meal and smiled to herself before speaking again. "This is... the most delicious meal I have ever had." |
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| Classic Tiefy | Nov 2 2009, 02:13 PM Post #18 |
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"...Hmhmhm. Hehehehahahaha!!!" Cambion seems impressed. "Well, you certainly do try to make a good case for a group that has virtually blackmailed you into their service. Unfortunately, you are amassing power for them, and not yourself. Your words, they seem... forced, somehow. Do you really intend to play second fiddle to these fools and hope for whatever they decide to allow you to have? Considering the quality of your work, I don't believe somebody like you would settle for table scraps." |
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| Ashidlun.EXE | Nov 2 2009, 02:19 PM Post #19 |
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Mike nodded, relaxed, but something still bugged him, why was she doing this? oh well....food was great, he had to admit. He went back to his seat and tried some of the new dish that was served....this brought back memories of what he use to remember, he smiled and said "Just as your cooking is, your wisdom is vast and grand, If you got a game to play, then i might as well have some fun in it, eh?" Ashidlun went back to the net feeling bored once more. Mike finished his meal, eating slowly but yet to others it as surprisingly fast. He finished this off by cracking his neck and looking right back to Seraphina, taking off his hood, and afterwards, changing his skin color back to the normal human hue, instead of the midnight black, he also changed his eyes to the color brown, to finish the transformation. He looked right at her and grinned, almost feraly as he waited for something else, he hoped she could put this beast to just as good use as the one known as taylor steele... |
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| Vitrolic | Nov 2 2009, 02:20 PM Post #20 |
Chaos fireball, Warrior of Optimism. Once upon a time.
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What would most likely to be a familiar figure to many of the criminals assembled entered the hall, dressed in a simple but nice black tuxedo. His shoes, many times more formal than those he was normally seen in gave a light clicking sound with every step. Even his hair was neatly brushed out of his eyes. He had wondered what impact his arrival would have on the gathering. The vast majority, if not all of those present would have heard the news of his death at the hands of Nick Sayre, the benefactor. A person being shot in the head amidst the most powerful Officials and criminals in the world doesn't go down lightly. He politely refused a glass of wine from a nearby waiter as he approached the table and took an empty seat at the table, giving a polite smile to those around him and a nod of the head to those who he knew better. Of course, the thing that Shannon had expected to cause the largest uproar when he walked into a hotel full of NetMafia in the middle of New Zozo was simply his past. That is to say, he was a NetSavior, proud regular owner of a top five position on most UnderNet hit lists. "My apologies for my lateness, I was unexpectedly held up," he explained to his hostess. He sat back in his chair and awaited the chaos. |
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