The Ignis Brotherhood ~^~ A Technology Roleplay ~^~

[LoveThatChick]

(Ar the claudos going to do anything?)

((Ah, yes! I'll take control of the leader and send an order to all the Claudos, via text! HAHAHA!!! Um, what should they do? Bumb something? Kill someone? Eat pancakes?))

 

[Shleya Remmos]

(YES DESTROY ALLLL THE PANCAKES .... mehh i really don't know but the main plot talks about how the Claudos and Brotherhood are often fighting over the dome.)

 

[Mantha8225]

((Actually, they're going to eat sandwiches at a new sandwich shop. THEN eat all the pancakes))

 

[LoveThatChick]

(YES DESTROY ALLLL THE PANCAKES .... mehh i really don't know but the main plot talks about how the Claudos and Brotherhood are often fighting over the dome.)

((Hehe, alrighty, attack on the dome it is!))

All over the city, every Claudos received a singly text and it read: 12:00 tonight, south-section M13, take it down. Diversions in the north-quadrant H2 & D19 most be in place one hour before the attack, and should be conducted at least a half hour before the attack. It was from Sheila, their leader.

 

[LoveThatChick]

((Actually, they're going to eat sandwiches at a new sandwich shop. THEN eat all the pancakes))

((Haha, very funny, now reply to my lest post where they are in the car!))

 

[Mantha8225]

((You haven't replied to ME yet...))

 

[LoveThatChick]

((Nah aha, girlfriend!))

Lexa sat back in the passenger seat, and checked her reflection in the side mirror, pushing her corkscrew curls into different styles and sides, "What do you guys think of, maybe gold, or silver?" She asked in a drawl, then looked away from the mirror and to Dally, "I think I like silver, you?" She added with a wink.

 

[Shleya Remmos]

(LoveThatChick are you allowed to accept characters?)

 

[LoveThatChick]

(LoveThatChick are you allowed to accept characters?)

((Well, I can accept my own characters, but... Alright, Emily is accepted! I'll take the blame if Drag has a tantrum. ))

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

Aspen sped through the streets, he was not riding around just for the sake of it, or to clear his disarrayed and fragmented thoughts, no, he had a destination in mind... He took a left turn up another street, where all the buildings lined up along its sides had the spaces and elegant, yet modern design, made for the wealthy living in the city. Wealthy people, like Angelique Lebeau. The streets where lined with trees and flower beds, all genetically modified to look and smell pretty 100% of the time. Aspen pulled into an underground garage on the right side of the street, that was directly under Angelique's home, and parked towards the back, dismounting and turning the hover-cycle off.

He walked towards the gleaming silver elevator doors. Just as he reached it, and was about to press the intercom, a light, musical, soothing female voice came from the hidden speaker, "Come in, Aspen." It said as the elevator doors slid soundlessly open. The slightest of smiles lit Aspen's face, and he stepped into the elevator, the doors sliding shut behind him. The elevator moved smoothly up, and after a moment, the doors slid open onto a spaces, high-ceilinged, classic, open layout home.

Angelique was laying on a chaise, propped on her left elbow with a book in her other hand. As the elevator opened, she set the book down on a side table, swung her lags off the chaise and floridly moved towards Aspen, her floor length, pale gray silk dress rustled around her bare feet as she moved. She embraced him, then drew back, her hands resting on his shoulders, "What happened, Aspen?" She asked softly.

Aspen sighed, she could read him like a book, "Anise, she broke into my study with a friend of hers, Rin, who is Pugna."

"Did you yell at her?" Angelique asked, knowing of his temper when it came to his things being messed with.

"She didn't give me the chance," He said, shaking his head slightly, then continued, "She's upset that I do not include her in my life, and I did not help the problem by walking out on her."

Angelique nodded understandingly, keeping her left hand resting on his shoulder as she turned and started back towards the seating area, Aspen following and taking a seat on the chaise that she had directed him to. "I don't know what to do," Aspen continued in a low tone, "I can't let her in on what our plans are, she would go straight to the authorities, but I'm afraid that her friend, the Pugna, will probably have figured it out already."

Angelique walked into the kitchen as she listened to him, and now returned holding a tray with a teapot, two cups and a small plate of biscuits on it, which she set on the coffee table. "Well, we'll have to work on your problem with Anise late, because I do have a temporary solution for the Pugna." She offered, sitting next to him as she poured them both tea, putting a splash of cream and a dash of honey in each, then handing Aspen his teacup and saucer.

"Go on?" Aspen replied as he accepted the tea, then took a sip of the hot beverage.

Angelique gave him a warm smile, then stood, picking up her own tea and walking in to the other room. It was completely full of electronics, with desks, monitors and digital displays lining the walls. Aspen followed her, leaning against the door flame as she took a seat in her swivel chair, set her tea on one of the desks, and began typing on the digital keyboard. "She is Pugna." Angelique muttered.

"Rin? Yes." Aspen said, unsure of what she was doing as he walked over, setting his own tea on the desk she was at and standing with his hand on the back of her chair.

"And her first name is Rin, what's her full name?" Angelique asked, looking up at him.

"Rin is her nickname, her full name is Tessarin Aunjelust," as always, his memory was spot on. "So, what are you doing?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Angelique looked back to the screen and didn't answer, only repeated the name under her breath, "Tessarin Aunjelust..." A moment later, she hit the enter key, and swiveled around to face Aspen, "Well, Tessarin Aunjelust will not be turning you, or anyone else in for a while. Nor will she be able to gain access to, or do any of the things that she is used to being able to do as a Pugna. She is out of their system." She stated in a pleasant tone.

Aspen leaned in quickly, looking at the screen where Tessarin Aunjelust's file was displayed, and at the top, it read- "Discharged," He said the word aloud, astonishment showing on his face as he leaned back away from the screen. "Angelique, you are brilliant." He said in a soft tone.

Angelique stood, and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead, "I know..." She replied playfully as she ran her hand through his dark hair, then grabbed his hand, and her tea in the other. As soon as he picked up his tea, she lead him out of the room and back into the main room.


((Got ya! Little lady, no one messes with Aspen. {It's ok, Rin will be able to fix this eventually, but for right now, all her stuff is deactivated. [hehe, hehehe...]}))

(Wow. Does that count for like, ten posts?)

(No worries, that was fab. Anyway, you think Rin gives a fig about whether things are authorized or not? )

Rin swept up the broken fishbowl, loudly cursing Charlie, though the cat paid her no mind.

"I can't even bury that fish now!" Rin scolded.

"Meow."

"And you do realize what a mess you caused, don't you?"

"Meow."

"That's all you have to say for yourself? Of course! You're much too good for an apology!"

"Meow." Rin sensed a tone of agreement in the cat's last statement. Grumbling, she finished her cleaning.

"Now," said Rin, "I've got work to do. Important stuff. Cloak-and-dagger, trench coat-and-sunglasses stuff, okay? So, you stay here and don't scratch, eat, or pee on anything, okay?" She went into her room to change. She usually wore pretty form-fitting stuff, so she'd have to change that. She was pretty good with a sewing machine – good enough, anyway – and she'd made herself an easily removable white skirt (to be paired with leggings, of course). That, along with a white poet's shirt and a pair of hiking boots, gave her a slightly hippie-ish look. She swept her hair up into a bun and sat down at her dresser.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures," she muttered, "but I hate makeup." One of her foster-moms was totally makeup-obsessed, and Rin had learned a few things from her. Rin avoided making faces as she applied the stuff. She looked different when she finished – not as drastically as she'd hoped, but it'd have to do. She grabbed a tote bag for a pistol and tucked her urumi under her skirt.

And, of course, sunglasses.

"No, I'm not taking you," Rin shot at Charlie. The cat pawed at her boot. "Ta! I've got spying to do!"

(This is why Louis has a weird old weapon, it doesn't register in the weapon thingy. [Believe it or not I thought it through] heehehhe I outsmarted the system.)

(She just has pistols and a few swords!)

((Ah, yes! I'll take control of the leader and send an order to all the Claudos, via text! HAHAHA!!! Um, what should they do? Bumb something? Kill someone? Eat pancakes?))

(YES DESTROY ALLLL THE PANCAKES .... mehh i really don't know but the main plot talks about how the Claudos and Brotherhood are often fighting over the dome.)

((Actually, they're going to eat sandwiches at a new sandwich shop. THEN eat all the pancakes))

(Oh dear! I'm shaking in my stylish-yet-affordable boots!)