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"An interesting solution..." I remark under my breath, laughing quietly, and sending a tiny arc of electricity, just enough to sting the man when it reaches him, skittering across the floor. Despite being classified as a 'demon', that sort of thing isn't something I approve of - my natural form is offensive to some people, and I feed off of desire in all forms, an emotion considered 'sinful' by a lot of religions, but that doesn't mean I'm evil.
That latter bit is why I'm here - this whole place is soaked in the emotion that sustains me; desire for the dancers, the need for money, a craving for alcohol... The list goes on and on. Not that, strictly speaking, I have to do this. I can survive just fine on food and the other necessities of a human. But I am, after all, just like them, social, and I enjoy being out, nor does it harm anyone to feed off of what they already have, so... Why not?
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I frown sharply as something about the dancer - who I am idly watching, seeing as she is, after all, rather pretty, -, alters, a subtle sense of wrongness pervading the scene. And, when I focus on her more clearly, it becomes obvious - she's a bit more sluggish, her expression tense, and ill, as though she's holding back her stomach from open rebellion, but not by much.
Clearly, she won't make it through the next five hours - one of the perks of being a 'demon' is a good memory, in general, and I've been in here often enough to know when she leaves, as well as how long a shift is for one of the dancers -, but knowing this place, no-one will care until she collapses. At least, not unless it's brought to the attention of the right person... One of the managers is reasonably nice, in stark contrast to the other, and, fortunately, he's the one on duty watching the floor tonight, so I send out a simple, low-level, mental pulse to cue him into what I'm seeing...
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Username: Cnor
Name: Alia Hunter
Gender: Female
Age: 26** * * * * * * * * * *
Tribe: Tribe of Dying Embers
Position: Warrior* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Weapons: A pair of long knives, and, if she has someone who can attach them for her while she's in her wolf form, metal caps for her fangs.
History: Alia was born to a Scout and a Warrior, both well-respected. Or at least, that was what took place as far as the rest of the tribe was concerned. In reality, her mother was already pregnant when she chose her mate; her father knew this, and Alia was kept only because her mother insisted.
A week before she turned thirteen, however, her mother died in a rockslide, and, that night, she was thrown out of her home, with nothing save the clothes that she had on when returning from the funeral; while, fortunately, she was able to find a place amongst the Warriors, due to her training starting, she refused to trust anyone, rebuffing all attempts to befriend her, refusing to believe that they actually cared for her... This damage was solidified, and various nagging doubts about her worth that had previously been suppressed sealed firmly into place, perhaps a month later, when she killed a man for the first time, having encountered a Rushing Creek Scout in Dying Embers territory, and had, as a result of her earlier actions, no-one to help her work through it.
Since then, she has acquitted herself as well as could be expected, given the relative lack of open warfare, but, while she is more civil, for the most part, she still refuses to grow close to anyone, and has therefore ended up far less respected than most Warriors, even by those lower in rank, a thing she seems to care little about.
Personality: Alia is, in a lot of ways, emotionally damaged, finding empathy and sympathy for most difficult, with heavy trust issues, to the extent that she doesn't give out her name, and even those who knew it before she got thrown out of her home are risking her going off on them if they use it, due to not wanting to get close to anyone... Piled on top of this, she has an extraordinarily low opinion of herself, at least off the battlefield, though she does take some small measure of pride in her skills there.
She's also got a rather volatile temper, at times, though she does try to reign it in, and is highly protective of anyone who she does, somehow, get close to.
Abilities: Alia is highly skilled with her knives, and startlingly graceful in both forms, as well as reasonably gifted at stealth.
Crush: None, really.
Other: Armor? You were not entirely clear on where the password actually goes... Oh, and after discussing it with Alyssa, she knows Emilia.
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"You care what they think when they're cops, ne?", Kessia replies, shrugging, and sounding somewhat amused. "Don't want them thinking 'Hey, maybe the reason those girls went in there was because they wanted to see what they'd done', do we? And yeah, killing more time after the movie sounds nice... I think maybe the beach, though. None of us are bulletproof, and it's too easy to run into some nasty stuff out there, you get even a little lost."
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"Hm... Let's go for the first. Fewer weird looks, y'know? Might stand out a bit if four girls with no younger siblings or anything get tickets to a little kid's movie, after all...", Kessia answers, shrugging, and laying back on the rocks. "And Rei, it's not like there's anyone out here besides us, and the movie doesn't start for a while... Why bother heading out now?"
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"It is, in fact, the room by mine... Though seeing as Acacia and I are both quite fond of you, feel free to treat both as yours," he replied softly, smiling a bit, and gently stroking the mutant, hoping to reassure her that there was nothing to worry about, despite the swearing. "And I know you weren't expecting it, but I was hoping to be able to actually be here for you, even simply by being around if you wanted company...
As for where Nancy is... That would be an excellent question. I was about to go and check her room when you arrived, at least as soon as I had finished making preparations - I don't like going over there unarmed at the best of times, and recent events have made me paranoid -, but, clearly, I haven't yet... Would you care to join me? I'm sure she'd be delighted to see you again, now that circumstances would perhaps allow for some actual talking."
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Earth, as it might be in the near future, would be a good starting point. Spaceflight is a fair bit more advanced than it is today, but it's short-range - the Moon has not been colonized yet, or even a start made, much less further targets, though that and asteroid mining are both things people can expect to see reasonably soon. Governments are mostly the same, though some things are off from what one might expect.
Hovercraft are expensive, but available. Work on robotics, however, especially practical AI is mostly stalled - not because it could not be moved forward, but because people would not allow it to be. At least, public work. Behind closed doors, it is a somewhat different matter - a fact that no law enforcement agency really wishes to investigate, as such research is directly responsible for the cybernetic prosthetics and enhancements that so many of their members will eventually have to avail themselves of. The same holds true for genetic experiments... As does the caveat that, in private, research into such matters has progressed far beyond what the general public would like to believe. Abhumans with animal characteristics, or even stranger modifications, are, while not precisely common, not at all unknown, either, though anyone found to be responsible for such things is executed.
On the other hand, the comparison breaks down when looked at more closely. Nearly every kind of power, including some that seem to be truly impossible in our world, that one can imagine has the potential to occur in anyone. The one exception is true unlimited magic; no-one has yet been recorded to have any ability of that sort, at least not reliably, and those children who might have grown to have such powers all died in infancy of the same cause - a complete decay of all connections between their brain and their body, with autonomic functions last to cease.
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Mia was, to put it mildly, small. In fact, 'tiny' might be a better word; the AI was under five feet tall, and delicate-looking, with little extra weight anywhere, something that sometimes made her seem androgynous, and thin limbs. A closer examination would also reveal that she had black hair, cut short and spiky, wintery green eyes, and startlingly pale skin, that on her bare foot was currently marred by a flayed line where she had been run over.
"Your impression was correct," she confirmed dryly, shrugging, and indicating the injury, then walking, albeit somewhat gingerly, as might be expected, even assuming that that was the only damage to her foot, over to Isabella. "However, seeing as the accident was not your fault, that is a thing easily remedied, with the proper application of time. If you happen to have enough at the moment, I would ask that you use it to provide me with company at lunch?"