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Heart Beats bar
| >A black and purple designed hoverbike can be heard slowly whirring to a stop in the parking lot of the Heart Beats Bar. The hover chambers, emitting a purple hover discharge, slowly fade as the bike descends to the ground.
| >The rider swings one leg over the other and takes off his helmet, maglocking it to the handlebars to ensure nobody steals it.
>The rider is Nietzen, or N. as he goes by on danger/cyb/. He is a stranger to this bar, but not to social situations.
>The door swings open and he enters the Heart Beats Bar, scanning the area and acquainting himself with the surroundings.
| >Nietzen is wearing black jeans with some black sneaker shoes, as well as a black zip-up hoodie jacket with a button-up gray and red detailed shirt beneath. He is wearing black leather riding gloves. He has lightly tanned skin, as well as blue eyes and long pitch black hair that goes down to his lower back, all tied in multiple ponytails to keep it neat.
| >N also has a somewhat unkempt 5 o' clock shadow around his naturally black facial goatee. His most notable features is a small metallic augmentated projector on his right temple, barely exposed and noticeable, as well as an earpiece that appears to be attached to his right ear.
| >He begins to search the area for the person that he spoke to earlier on danger/cyb/. "Hmm...What did they say to remember again? I think it was...Long red cloak." He looks around the bar for somebody in a long red cloak.
| >Such person were present away from everyone's sight, in the corner of the bar, to hide from the prying eyes and just random interested persons that might wander into a bar, althrough someone who's looking directly for her - will find a way to notice Ruby.
| >Noticing a wave of red from the corner of the bar, Nietzen walked casually, behaving as natural as he could, over to the corner. As he approached her he sighed.
"You know, people are gonna think we're doing something suspicious if we just stand in the corner like this. We should sit at a table or something, order some water. Looks more natural that way." He said as he realized what he was doing, and almost stumbled over his words.
| >N looked surprised at his own words for a minute, before heaving out what seemed to be a held-in breath.
"Sorry, I normally start like that when meeting somebody I don't know. It's my scummy drug-dealer front I have to put on. Always have to be cautious. Let me start over.."
| >N cleared his throat and looked down, adjusting his coat zipper out of habit, before looking back up.
"Hello, uh...My name is Nietzen, you can call me N if you'd like...We spoke on /cyb/ earlier and..."
>N's voice was noticeably dry.
| "Nice to meet you...I believe your name was Ruby Rose? Nice to..."
>N cleared his throat again as he realized that he repeated the same thing twice.
| "Look, 100% honest I hate public places and crowds and it throws me off going to places like this to meet people, would you like to sit down? Order some drinks, or some food, or something?"
>N was clearly trying to muster up some sense of gentlemanlyness, and yet was also stuck between treating this like a drug deal or a friendly conversation. At this point he wasn't even really sure what he was here for, he should be out looking for Bud's killer...
| "I am sitting already. I never forced you to come here. But usually it's harder for someone with murderous intensions to approach you when it's crowded and people are watching. Anyway, i promised you my assistance. Do you have any clues so far? Something notable was there? What looks outstanding and easily catches an eye?..."
| >Continued from last thread (sorry for my lateness in responding, Graham.)
>Wilhelm runs the genuine Tap itself and produces a fine made, personal brewed beer that is different of the BTC standard and sets the pint glass in front of Graham.
"I apologize for the delay, good sir. I had some business on my mind that I must take care of soon once the bar closes."
| >Graham takes it and takes a sip before looking up at the bartender
"And what is that business?"
>He pauses for a second.
"If you don't mind..."
>He always had to know things... If someone says "nevermind" or "nothing" his interest is peaked...It was a bad habit he will admit, but he has tried again and again to get rid of it but always fails.
| "Oh, i just need to deliver a package to my grandson once I close up. He has items he orders online sent here as he also works long hours and does not enjoy leaving the package out."
>Wilhelm smiles cheerfully as he speaks, closing an eye with a smile.
"He doesn't order too much, but it gives me a definite chance to check on how he's doing when it happens."
| "Oh..."
>That's all he says... He takes another sip of his beer, nothing much else to say...He decides to make small talk to keep him distracted from Ruby but he can't seem to come up with anything... He just sits there staring at his beer awkwardly...
| >(totally thought you were literally standing in the corner lmao)
>Nietzen sat down across the table from Ruby. He paused for a minute, looked at her, looked around, then leaned in.
"I did find something, but I need to knos first. Why are you helping me? You seemed to be against me following this course of action before. Why the change of heart now?"
| >As he spoke to Ruby, Nietzen had an extremely small screen being projected in front of his right eye from the projector on his right temple. He was scrolling through danger/cyb/ as be waited for her to respond. He was seemingly fidgeting with his hands, but he was actually typing on a holographic keyboard implanted within his left hand, using his right hand to type on it.
| >Ruby shrugs her shoulders again with gazing at the screen.
"I am against everyone - but, at this point - not against anyone. I know it's complicated, but it is exactly that way. Just trust in me. Speak clearly as everything you say won't go past this conversation as i won't disclose it."
| >Nietzen sighed, as he made an expand motion with his left hand, before pushing it forward. When he did so, the tiny projector screen moved from his right eye to Ruby's left eye. It was so small and miniscule that it would have been impossible for anybody else to read except for the person who's eye it is taking up.
"Close one eye to read it if you need to. I'm no hacker, but I know computers well enough to know that everything data-related has a paper trail."
| >On the screen was a small computer desktop, noticeably customized to Nietzen's liking. There also seemed to be standard mobile phone functions as well, as in the lower right corner was a tiny keypad and a section linking to contacts and messages.
>Most of what was on the desktop was locked, but there was a tab already open, which pulled up when Nietzen tapped something on his left hand.
| >On the tab he pulled up was an old Augmented Eye article titled "Conspiracy Theorists murdered in Glitch City!". The article read this:
>"Recently, mystery murder cases have found a new audience to target: Wackjob conspiracy theorists. Over half-a-dozen tinfoil-hat wearing freaks that scream that aliens run the parking lot industry have been mysteriously killed in their own homes by unknown assailants..."
| >"It seems that somebody is consistently targeting them, because they all die in a similar and peculiar way: They all seem to have a bullet wound to the head, but no bullet is ever found, and their hard drives are always either wiped clean or stolen entirely. Who knows? Maybe the wackos found something important, but in this day and age you can get killed by buying somebody the wrong taco, so I wouldn't put any significance to these dead crazies."
| "After seeing this, I figured maybe the best place to start would be to check the caliber of the bullet wound, since nobody could never find the bullets. I...had to measure the hole...it was gruesome, and disgusting, but it actually gave me a clue."
| >On the page, one notification from a "Carlile" came from the page, that began to read "Hey sexy, got time for another Voltage order? I've got 600 dollars and no clot-"
>The page was quickly pulled back, and was distinguished with the closing of Nietzen's left hand.
"Ahem...Uh, anyway, I found the calibur. That's the tricky part."
| "The bullet is literally, and I'm not joking, 0.11 calibur. That's not big enough to even penetrate a human skull using standard ballistics laws from what I found, much less go all the way through his head. Nor is it even a real gun. There also wasn't a bullet hole in the wall on his left side, even though the bullet came from the right window and went clean through. Which means..."
| "Whoever fired these rounds used a weapon not available even to most military outfits. I looked it up and found almost nothing..."
"...Keyword. ALMOST nothing..."
| >Nietzen pulled up another tiny projector screen and pushed it to Ruby. This time, notifications were blocked. Nietzen pulled up a tab and followed a set of links to a rotating 3d image of a small syringe gun with a green needle inside.
"Enter the Type-11 Narthecium. A combat medic's tool, used to quickly administer stimulants to dying soldiers to keep them fighting for a bit longer. It also, however, serves a second, darker purpose."
| "Remove the medication, and this .11 millimeter needle can be used to administer a quick and painless execution to somebody who cannot be saved. Apparently, also listed on the page is a sniper rifle variant, for medics that can't close in range."
| "And the sole manufacturer, licenser and owner of this product is a little company by the name of Zaibatsu Corp. Unpatented. Specifically given to the Valkyrie Corps of the White Knights for recovery usage in the aftermath of Blitzkrieg riot-control assaults."
"Whoever killed these people is either a Valkyrie, or is somehow in cohorts with one."
| "So, we have two possible routes of action. We can either try to find out who still owns a Type-11 Narthecium, which will lead us to the killer, or we can try to find the families of those previously killed in the same way, and see if they know anything."
>Nietzen took his screen back.
"But there is one thing for certain. The White Knights and the Reapers are tied to this somehow, and possibly tied together. This is getting more dangerous the deeper I dig..."
| >Casually, Nietzen started scrolling through /cyb/ with his mini-screen in front of his eye again as he waited for her to reply.
>Out of nowhere, his skin turned paler, and looking as casually as he could, he cleared his throat.
"O-oh, there was one more thing I forgot to show you..."
>Nietzen pushed the screen in front of her eye again.
| >On the screen was an unnamed threat on /cyb/ called the "Shadowthreads", where one can seemingly place contracts on others for other things.
"This information could prove extremely valuable to us in our search as well..."
>Nietzen scrolled down to a contract on Ruby Rose. He was being as discreet as he possibly could, trying to make it seem as though he was talking about something else entirely.
| >The contract was accepted by a "Mod: ERROR" on the page.
>"Oh shit," Nietzen thought to himself. "Why do I always get caught up with bad crowds..."
>Nietzen started typing on his hand, and began typing a message for Ruby to see.
| "You know, I find this whole White Knights thing..."
>"You have a contract on you on this page. Somebody could be after you."
"...And with the way Zaibatsu corp was after Apollo Bank incident, what with the leaks and all..."
>They could be here any minute. We need to fucking go."
"...Don't you agree, uh...Red Rider?"
>"That was a stupid fake name.
| "You are definitely right about this."
>"You have to go now. Here." She quickly writes something and passes it to Nietzen. "It is safe here."
"I will keep investigating. You need to lay low for a bit."
>"I knew it would end this way. Elimination of GenoCorp council have made it's effect." She stood up, heading for the exit.
>"I don't want this beautiful bar to be in the center of mess again..." She pulls out her Crescent Rose, it transorms into the scythe.
"Let The Reaping begin."
| >Nietzen read the paper over and looked up at her as she stood up to leave.
"Understood. I'll find you later. Be safe out there, the freaks come out at night and all that."
>On the inside, Nietzen was sweating. He raised his hand up for a bartender.
"I need a Fringe Weaver. Tonight isn't going well..."
| >He then brought his screen back up and responded to that message from earlier. "Tonight isn't a good night Carlile. Caught up with some stuff. Maybe tomorrow."
>After a few minutes, Carlile responded. "But I thought you liked spending time with my flexible joints, especially on Voltage...Come on, pretty please?"
| >Nietzen replied. "Not. Tonight. Talk later." As the server came with the drink.
"Thank you."
| Nietzen quickly drinks the beverage, leaves a small tip on the table, then gets up, goes out the back exit around the side of the building and tries to get to his hoverbike in case other people were around.
| "How long you are going to hide in shadows?"
>Ruby spoke to the enviroment, absolutely sure she's not alone here. Whoever responded to.the posted contract - they are already after her, and won't give that easy on whatever goal they are chasing after.
"Aren't you tired on waiting so long? I can't believe you don't want anyone to get hurt."
| >Nietzen had waited long enough for an opening, he hadn't seen anything going on besides the Rose girl screaming at the walls while holding a giant weapon. "Fuck it, it's time to get out of here!"
>Nietzen ran to his hoverbike, turned it on, and kicked it in reverse, before speeding back off and away from the Heart Beats Bar.
| >Nietzen honestly had no idea where he was going. He didn't quite know whether he should feel safe at home or not frankly, but it would probably be better not to take any chances.
| >Just then as he was headed back to the Motor district, he got another text from Carlile that pulled up on a screen in front of his right eye.
>"Baaaaaabyyyy! Pleeeeaaassseee come overrrr! I have some friends here that wanna taste what you got, in more ways than one ;)"
| >Nietzen REALLY didn't want to have to go deal after a day like this, but on second thought, it would give him a safe place to stay, and some extra cash...and, well, some company for the night couldn't hurt...
>"Be over soon. -FB"
| >The small crowd loitering some distance away from the front of the bar has decided to come in! They're a rather unusual lot, too- A platinum-blonde girl, with antiquated prosthetics and a BioArk lab coat, a Lilim with byzantium-colored plating and simulated honey-blonde hair, a young woman with fiery red hair and bright green eyes... And what appears to be a robotic wolf, red and gold and sharp all over.
| >They take a seat at the far end of the bar, where the BioArk employee pulls out a tablet, bedecked with the corporation's signature white-and-green- as well as a hint of gold to indicate the employee's status as an Elysium member. She starts tapping away at it.
| >Graham finishes his beer and puts down the mug
"Fill it up again bartender this is gonna be a long night..."
>He mutters looking at the group.
| >The robo-wolf notices Graham, and its tail swishes to its back, the manipulators on the tip grabbing the rifle- colored just like the rest of its owner's body -holstered there. The redhead bows down, whispers something to the bot, then looks up and gives Graham a cheery wave. She mouths something like "Hello!"
| "Umm Hi?"
>He looks at the both of them confused
"Can I help you?"
>He asks his eyebrows furrowed.
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>Wilhelm takes a quick moment to fill the pint as he watches the new group of people enter with a stern eye, catching their physical details in a swift glance as he sets the pint back down before greeting the crew of new entrants.
"Welcome to the Heart Beats Bar. My name is Wilhelm. How may I serve you all tonight?"
>He speaks in his distinguished tone, keeping his eye on the new entrants
| >The door to the bar opens and a man in jeans and a bomber jacket walks in. He looks around the bar at the number of unusual patrons and his stance subtly changes to one more on guard. He walks up to the bar and takes a seat.
"Howdy, Wilhelm. Place seems pretty busy tonight."
>Asher scratches his head and yawns, tired from a long day of work
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