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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/30/2016 1:50:13 PM
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[b][i]Tremors[/i][/b]
The music was loud, bodies were moving, and alcohol was being consumed at a rapid rate, it sounded like a party, a party at Ryker Evans houses. The young billionaire threw parties that were legendary, and this one wasn't any different.
Lights flashed and the bass boomed as people danced to the beat of the music, Ryker in it but still hosting, in the middle ring of the partygoers, managing everything.
"I missed this..."
He says to himself as he moves amongst the crowd of young people dancing and drinking the night away. Two girls came up to him, very pretty, and slightly drunk.
"Mm... hey Ryker..."
"Ah hello ladies what can I do for you? Are you enjoying yourselves."
One of them bit her lip.
"Yeah.... we were just wondering.. if maybe you could give us a personal tour of your house... and like maybe your bedroom especially..."
Ryker grins.
"Oh I think I might take you up on that offer... give me a couple minutes."
They nod and decide to wait by the bar, Ryker chuckles. He had very much missed this.
[spoiler]Open, especially to the three people who were interested in a plot this is the beginning [/spoiler]
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[b]Captain Allister of the Inagra wasn't particularly interested in parties, but something had drawn him to this one specifically He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he had enjoyed himself to say the least. He maneuvered through the crowd, and wound up by the ladies at the bar] He paid them no mind as he ordered a shot of Vodka [/b]
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They looked at him, obviously intoxicated. "Mm... hey mister... you're looking fine..." One of them says, both of them giggling after it. Ryker notices, rushing over, urging them back out to the dance floor. "Cmon ladies get back out there, but no more drinking alright. Sean make sure those two don't drink anymore." The house seemingly responded with a pleasant voice. "Yes sir." Ryker turned his attention the man. "Sorry about that..."
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Alistair https://imgur.com/a/nTfUa [b]Allister looked over at Ryker [/b] "Oh it's not a problem. Nice party you got here."
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"Oh yeah, thanks... once you throw them enough you get really good at it." He says with a laugh as he grabs himself a beer from a cooler, opening it and sipping. "You want one?"
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"No. I'm good Thanks." [b]He swigged down a shot of whiskey [/b] "I prefer stronger drinks."
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Edited by cyberattaq: 12/31/2016 12:33:07 AM"Ah a man of stronger taste." Ryker nodded, throwing the beer behind himself into the trash can with pinpoint accuracy. He grabs a bottle of vodka and a shot glass, pouring himself one and downing it. "You know parties are meant for socializing." He says with a chuckle.
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"Yeah they are. But I'm not exactly social. My line of work won't allow it."
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"And what exactly is your line of work?" Ryker says as he downs another shot.
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"Well if I told you that, I'd have to kill you." [b]Allister looked over at Ryker, dead serious [/b]
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"Ah... I see." He says with a smug smile, he had only asked to incite a reaction, he already knew. "Do you know what the true definition of control is?" The next player makes his decision.
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"Control? Depends on what you're trying to control."
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"It's getting someone to do something by making them think it's what they want to do." As he says it the two other players eyes become seemingly infected with the same energy that Ryker had, they fold, flipping their cards, it was just Allister and Ryker. The men pushed their money in the center, they were out, and then they stood up and left. "When in reality, you're the puppet master, you were the one holding all the cards." He smirks. [spoiler]Is it ok if I control what the cards are?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yeah. [/spoiler] "That's a smart way of thinking. Not sure of it's commendable though."
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"When its life or death, most anything is commendable." They flip their cards, Ryker had 19, and Allister had the two joker cards that were thrown out. Ryker smiles widely. Allister had checked his cards how had that happened? "Here, take it." He gives him the chip. Standing he speaks again. "Remember Allister, having all the cards, doesn't mean you win." He walks off, the energy still hanging around.
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"Then why did you win mister party thrower?"
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[spoiler]Oh my god I was doing this for the completely wrong character XD Jesus I wanted to do that for False cause his character was playing blackjack [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]LOL riiiip xD [/spoiler]
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"I like to win." He says with a laugh.
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"Maybe even cheat. Sleight of hand. I saw it. Damn good one though."
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He laughs. "Well... how it happens is a secret, but I will tell you, it's no fake magic trick."
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"Of course not! How could it be?"
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"Well, maybe you'll find out someday." He says with a laugh. The room is suddenly filled with static as the big TV by the stage is white static. It changes to show a live feed of a very menacing looking robot, with sharp horns and teeth, orange eyes and menacing claws. In between the plates of armor an orange magma substance flowed. He speaks, his voice gruff and demonic. [spoiler]Like Zoom from the flash, if you watch that[/spoiler] "Ryker Evans... you have something... I want." Ryker stares, some people screaming in fear, all watching. They knew who he was, the legendary enemy of the Golden City. The Harbinger "Give me what I want, and no one will be hurt." He clenches his fist. "If you do not cooperate, I will kill, everyone." Ryker stared in disbelief as the TVs shut off, and people rush towards the exit, leaving as quickly as possible. Ryker was zoned out, not moving, just staring at nothing.
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[b]Allister walked over to Ryker, and slapped him in an attempt to bring him back to the real world [/b]
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He comes back. "Ow! Shit!" He says as he puts his hand up to his cheek. "I needed that but my god it hurt! We need to... here come with me!" He briskly walks to a door that was locked, opening it quickly. It was a massive workshop, filled with crates of pieces, weapon printers, computers, workstations, etcetera, all for him. Ryker runs his hands through his hair. "Ok. Let me process what just happened."
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"Here I'll process it for you. Harbinger Showed up on a TV, threatened your ass, people left, you froze."
