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9/10/2015 1:28:08 PM
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[u]Rosskaya, Clock Metal[/u]
Zhackie has walked these alleys do many times he could probably do it with his eyes closed.[i]Turn left here, walk down about 25 meters into the next alley...[/i] and there it would be. Snow crunched under his newly purchased snow boots as he traversed the alleyways, Rom following close behind him. "We'll grab something to eat in a bit boy, there's just something I have to see first"
After a few more minutes of walking down empty alleys filled with freshly fallen snow, he arrived to his destination, the Clockmetal Plaza. [i]And there you are[/i] Zhackie thought with a twisted grin as he looked upon the mechanism that has threatened his very existence since he was born, just as he's always remembered it, the infamous guillotine. The rusted metal with tinges of frost, the crimson snow that always surrounded it, everything about this thing should be appalling, yet it stood in the middle of town with pride. Even now as Zhackie looked at it, it seemed to whisper to him [i]'I know what your are, and sooner or later you will succumb to the same fate so many of your kind have already faced'[/i]. Zhackie leaned against the wall, and waited.
And it was happening. He was first alerted by the cheering crowd, the cheering of anticipation. There, two guards in uniform were dragging a man down to the device as several others stand guard. The cheering of the crowd anxious for blood, the cranking of the guillotine as the blade was hauled up, it was the same twisted symphony Zhackie has grown used to throughout the many times he has observed this. The cheering grew louder and faster the closer then man was dragged to the blade, the cranking ceased as the blade reached it's height. That's when a man wearing a black leather hood pulled a level and the blade dropped with all it's potential energy turning real. A grinding od metal, a slam as the blade stops, and a thud, it was done. The cheering turned from one of anticipation to full out celebration, louder, with more pride. The snow around the device seemed just a little redder.
Zhackie smiled, [i]place hasn't changed a bit[/i]. He motioned to Rom to follow him and began to make his way back, strangely enough, he's lost his appetite. He shrugged, Rom could use the food. He continued down the ivory streets, looking at various stalls as he did.
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[b]Claire watches him from a roof top with her mask over her face[/b]
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You observe him walking down the streets looking at a few stalls. There's a large Foo-Dog walking beside him. He then stops and begins to converse with someone.
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[b]the lenses that make up the eyes on her mask scan him[/b]
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[spoiler]What would the scanner pick up?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]basic info like his name, of he has one his criminal record, blood type, date of birth etc.[/spoiler]
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Zhackie Leviniski, approximately 19 years of age(don't know what the date in Cyberpunk is), Blood type O+, and access restricted to any other records, no known registered place of citizenship or visible criminal record
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[b]she watches him silently[/b]
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After a while you see him purchase some Pirozhki from a stall, lots of it. He carries his bag into a nearby alley and sits down with his Foo-Dog. They begin to eat.
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[b]she she drops down in front of him[/b]
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Rom turns in surprise, and begins to growl. Zhackie silences him. "Was wondering when you were going to say hi, we got enough for you" He says with a smile, motioning at the basket of Pirozhki.
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[b]she cocks her head to the side[/b]
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"Or don't" Zhackie says as he takes another bite.
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[b]she sits down her arms and legs are clearly cybernetic[/b]
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He places the basket of pirozhki between them. "You're probably looking for the temples, they'll treat you like a queen there"
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[b]she shakes her head[/b]
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[i]So she's not deaf.[/i] Zhackie interlocks his hands. "But, you were following me for a reason. Whether it be purpose or curiosity were you not?"
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[b]she nods[/b]
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Zhackie giggles a bit at the bland response. "Good to know my amazing powers of deduction haven't dulled. Care to elaborate? You're not mute are you? If you are I happen to know just a bit of sign"
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"I am....not mute" [b]she speaks with a French accent and her English is very broken[/b]
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"Hm. Just not fluent it seems. Don't strain yourself, just tell me what it is you want, assuming you want anything"
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[b]she reaches into a small satchel on her side and takes out a data pad then had a it to you[/b]
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He stares at it for bit, then he takes it and navigates through it.
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[b]it has a picture of you and says that there is a contract out for your life[/b]
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He navigates through the details, looking for a contractor. "Not my best picture" [spoiler]Who put that up? Zhackie interacts with almost no one[/spoiler]
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"The sisterhood of shadows wishes you dead"
