The Caged City - RP Thread

[Tjf]

@moonblack


Red Circle - Your character's current position

47th Street - Cop Territory

Crouched behind an abandoned car, Lily and Adam stare outwards down the street. From here, she can see the waterfront down south of them - and the military barges in the bay with missiles set to eradicate anyone who gets too far into the water. Her goal isn't in the bay, however, but on land, just a kilometer or so away. A Victorian mansion, ringed by a tall curtain of iron fencing - the home of a syndicate boss, or so rumor has it.

Lily leans her head up a little for a better look. A police barricade stretches across the street, blocking access any closer to the waterfront, where some of the wealthiest citizens in town live. This is the territory, she's heard, of a particularly brutal SWAT unit. "So, uh... How do we get through that?" Adam whispers beside her.

Looking around, Lily sees a few options. She could approach the barricade and try to bargain or manipulate her way in. She could head into the side alleys and try to get around, or she could head into neighboring buildings - quite close together, and try to jump from rooftop to rooftop.

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@majus

Somewhere in Ridgeport

S'ut doesn't know what time it is, as she squats on tired legs, driving the fake cock deep within her. The air is hot and heavy, filling the basement room with the stench of sex. Nearby, grinning, leering men prepare themselves, eager to use her for who knows what number of times.

Idly, the dark elf's mind drifts, thinking back to not long after her arrival on this world.



Ridgeport North Library - Clan Tuin Territory

S'ut yawns, bored, as she examines some of the books inside the headquarters of Clan Tuin's Ridgeport outpost. A year ago it was a public library, filled with books and research areas. Now, it's the headquarters of a brutal clan of dark elves. Above ground, the elves rest and recuperate between assignments. Below, in the areas once used to store books, are caged humans.

"You. Come here." As she hears a loud, authoritative voice behind her, S'ut jumps instinctively to attention, head bowing as she turns to face the newcomer. She might have recently regained the rank of Huntress - making her free and equal in Clan Tuin's society - but centuries of slavery leave their mark on a person. Remembering to raise her head to look the speaker in the eye before her shame increases, S'ut sees the second in charge of the outpost, and her immediate superior.

"Word has come from across the portal. The clan mistress has work for you. If you're not too busy reading, mother." Alay'ut, one of Tuin's many daughters, says. If she ever held any respect for Tuin, rapidly ascending in rank in mere centuries, while S'ut was still in captivity, eroded it.

 

[Tjf]

@Regin34



Lost Italy - 'Hellion' Orc Gang Territory

Pauline feels a chill as she leans out of the apartment window - like an increasing number of homes in the city, this building in Little Italy isn't heated, making the cold night air creep through her bones. She watches, down on the street below, as the festivities go on. The Hellions, a notorious biker gang before the the crisis, were among the first to come into contact with greenskins when portals began opening up in the city. Instead of clashing, however, the bikers and the orcs joined forces, allowing them to conquer territory quickly. Little Italy, once held by the mafia, was half burnt down as the Hellions took it, and now they've begun to expand further. On the street below, Pauline watches greenskin bikers and human women drink and fuck, in and around a bar - metal music blaring. An advance party of a dozen Hellions celebrates conquering another block.

"We're outnumbered." A voice says from beside Pauline. "We're going to have to pull out." Pauline turns, seeing her team - a half dozen cops, sent to deal with this orc force.

 

[majus]

@moonblack

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Red Circle - Your character's current position

47th Street - Cop Territory

Crouched behind an abandoned car, Lily and Adam stare outwards down the street. From here, she can see the waterfront down south of them - and the military barges in the bay with missiles set to eradicate anyone who gets too far into the water. Her goal isn't in the bay, however, but on land, just a kilometer or so away. A Victorian mansion, ringed by a tall curtain of iron fencing - the home of a syndicate boss, or so rumor has it.

Lily leans her head up a little for a better look. A police barricade stretches across the street, blocking access any closer to the waterfront, where some of the wealthiest citizens in town live. This is the territory, she's heard, of a particularly brutal SWAT unit. "So, uh... How do we get through that?" Adam whispers beside her.

Looking around, Lily sees a few options. She could approach the barricade and try to bargain or manipulate her way in. She could head into the side alleys and try to get around, or she could head into neighboring buildings - quite close together, and try to jump from rooftop to rooftop.

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@majus

Somewhere in Ridgeport

S'ut doesn't know what time it is, as she squats on tired legs, driving the fake cock deep within her. The air is hot and heavy, filling the basement room with the stench of sex. Nearby, grinning, leering men prepare themselves, eager to use her for who knows what number of times.

Idly, the dark elf's mind drifts, thinking back to not long after her arrival on this world.

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Ridgeport North Library - Clan Tuin Territory

S'ut yawns, bored, as she examines some of the books inside the headquarters of Clan Tuin's Ridgeport outpost. A year ago it was a public library, filled with books and research areas. Now, it's the headquarters of a brutal clan of dark elves. Above ground, the elves rest and recuperate between assignments. Below, in the areas once used to store books, are caged humans.

"You. Come here." As she hears a loud, authoritative voice behind her, S'ut jumps instinctively to attention, head bowing as she turns to face the newcomer. She might have recently regained the rank of Huntress - making her free and equal in Clan Tuin's society - but centuries of slavery leave their mark on a person. Remembering to raise her head to look the speaker in the eye before her shame increases, S'ut sees the second in charge of the outpost, and her immediate superior.
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"Word has come from across the portal. The clan mistress has work for you. If you're not too busy reading, mother." Alay'ut, one of Tuin's many daughters, says. If she ever held any respect for Tuin, rapidly ascending in rank in mere centuries, while S'ut was still in captivity, eroded it.

S'ut paused her movements breathing heavily. The sweat covering her body made her even hotter then she was.

"Kh~!" She moaned as the seal above her pussy came to life, making her pussy itch with need. With a whimper she resumed her movements, ridding the dildo. Her breasts bounced up and down, her juices run down the pole, splashing on the floor. The release came fast, a moan escaping her as the climax washed over her. The fact that she was giving such a show in front of males, even worse, the ape humans, added to her humiliation. Yet, the pleasure she was experiencing, was of such intensity that she carved even more of it.

Being watched by these barbarians, their prisoner, their fuck toy in bondage... the humiliation, pain, pleasure, mind-numbing climaxes - it all was a cocktail that made her high as never.

Slap!

A scurvy male walked up to her and slapped her cheek, the sting changing into heat spreading over her skin. She leaned forward and eagerly took his dick into her mouth, choking as it moved through her mouth into her throat. Yet she submissively almost eagerly started sucking the male off... as her hips continued to fuck the pole...

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Present

S'ut swallowed at the comment. The fact that her daughter had a higher position then her stung her pride... and also made her proud. It was a strange mix of feeling.

"Of course, I have time for clan mistress, Huntress." She answered with and then continued with some sarcasm. "You might choose to read some books yourself, to expand your horizons... daughter." She added. "Then, I will go and meet the clan Mistress." She said as she made her stride, with a swing of her hips, her heels clicking on the floor.


(Nice choice of pic!)

 

[Regin34]

@Regin34

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Lost Italy - 'Hellion' Orc Gang Territory

Pauline feels a chill as she leans out of the apartment window - like an increasing number of homes in the city, this building in Little Italy isn't heated, making the cold night air creep through her bones. She watches, down on the street below, as the festivities go on. The Hellions, a notorious biker gang before the the crisis, were among the first to come into contact with greenskins when portals began opening up in the city. Instead of clashing, however, the bikers and the orcs joined forces, allowing them to conquer territory quickly. Little Italy, once held by the mafia, was half burnt down as the Hellions took it, and now they've begun to expand further. On the street below, Pauline watches greenskin bikers and human women drink and fuck, in and around a bar - metal music blaring. An advance party of a dozen Hellions celebrates conquering another block.

"We're outnumbered." A voice says from beside Pauline. "We're going to have to pull out." Pauline turns, seeing her team - a half dozen cops, sent to deal with this orc force.

Pauline has to agree with her team. They been outnumber and there is no point in trying to deal with gang now.
"Yeah, there is too many of greenskin for us". She said and pull out spyglass looking at orcs gangbang one of human female, also part of the gang. "Did any of you spot who is leader of this band? Maybe if we take down the head, rest of these thugs will spread out"? Pauline suggest, looking with spyglass for someone with most trinkets or other features which make him stand out of the group. "Do you think it is orc who lead them or human"?

 

[moonblack]

@moonblack

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Red Circle - Your character's current position

47th Street - Cop Territory

Crouched behind an abandoned car, Lily and Adam stare outwards down the street. From here, she can see the waterfront down south of them - and the military barges in the bay with missiles set to eradicate anyone who gets too far into the water. Her goal isn't in the bay, however, but on land, just a kilometer or so away. A Victorian mansion, ringed by a tall curtain of iron fencing - the home of a syndicate boss, or so rumor has it.

Lily leans her head up a little for a better look. A police barricade stretches across the street, blocking access any closer to the waterfront, where some of the wealthiest citizens in town live. This is the territory, she's heard, of a particularly brutal SWAT unit. "So, uh... How do we get through that?" Adam whispers beside her.

Looking around, Lily sees a few options. She could approach the barricade and try to bargain or manipulate her way in. She could head into the side alleys and try to get around, or she could head into neighboring buildings - quite close together, and try to jump from rooftop to rooftop.

“Honestly, I don't like any of our options” Lily admitted as she kept observing their surroundings, “Based on what I heard about the SWAT team that is in control of this territory, if I approach them directly I will likely get robbed under the guise of a tax, get told that it is not enough to pay the tax, and be made to pay in an alternative way” And I'll be lucky if they are satisfied with just handjobs, blowjobs, and the occasional titfuck, and don't demand something more. “Using an illusion and trying to bullshit my way through is going to be hard – these guys likely know each other well so pretending to be part of the team is unlikely to work. At the same time I don't know anyone they would allow through without a check, so that is also out of the question.” She turned her attention to the side alleys. “The side alleys... well, they are either blocked off to force people to go through the barricades, are being watched as well, or are under the control of guys that are just as bad... that leaves only one option: going from rooftop to rooftop,” Lily grimaced at the idea – physical activity like this was not one of her strengths. Still, she could do it if she tried. “Of course, that will only work if I can get to the rooftops in the first place. So let us try and find a way up – preferably without making any noise and alerting anyone to our presence...”

 

[Tjf]

@Impregmaniac



Ridgeport Boxing Club, The Projects - Accursed Bone Clan Territory

"Hit 'im! No, keep your guard up! Move your head! You call yourself a fuckin' orc?" Robert sits at a table, drinking slowly, as he watches Patriarch Longhorn, one of the respected older figures in the gang, coaching two greenhorn half-blood recruits. Around him, the air is smoky, the lights dark, and the liquor strong. The old Ridgeport Boxing Club has been partially converted into a bar/gang clubhouse, but the old ring remains, and sees as much use as ever.


"Eh, Robbie." A gruff but pleasant female voice says, and Robert turns to see a female goblin approaching his table.

She looks him in the eye - she's about a foot shorter than him, but with his seated position they're about equal height. He knows her - Carnie Rockgrabba, a distant relative of the Fleshrippas, and like her boss relative, an otherworlder. "Got some merc contracts that need doing. If you're not too busy, that is." She gestures to his drink.

 

[Tjf]

@Omega98



Western Precinct - Police Territory:

Julia sits at the desk she's commandeered, typing away at her computer as she tries to put together a story on the recent growth of Orc gangs in the city. The precinct is hardly a nice place to live or to work, filled with the shouting of criminals, refugees and the officers trying to maintain some level of order. She glares at her desktop, and the non-existent bars on the internet readout. The city still has internet, but it's intermittent at best - often active for maybe an hour a day - which makes publishing stories a challenge. The reporter looks up as she hears footsteps, seeing Brad approaching.

He looks furious - not at her, of course, she's not sure she's ever seen him get angry at her - and slumps don in the squeaky chair beside her. "Bastards..." He grunts. "Turns out I don't have to worry about being taken off the case. They just cancelled the case entirely." He says. "They're putting me on barricade guard duty - meaning no one's going to be there to save those girls." He sighs. He doesn't need to say what case he's talking about - ever since rumors have started, of women being kidnapped and even sold into slavery in Ridgeport, Brad's made it his mission in life to put a stop to it. Julia has a guilty thought - ever since she wrote a story about corrupt officers stealing and selling air dropped food, it's felt like the higher ups have had it in for Brad, and she wonders if her story is the reason the case got thrown out.

 

[Tjf]

@Arachna



Chinatown - Five Flower Triad Territory

"Stay out of the back." Xue stops, as she moves behind the counter of one of her mother's restaurants. Turning, she sees a Five Flower lieutenant, about to leave.

"From what I hear, she's genuinely quite angry at you for this mess." There's no need to say which mess he's referring to - Xue's latest 'adventure' across town led to her badly beating a gang member, causing strife between the Five Flowers and the nearby light elves. "Give her some time to calm down." He suggests.

 

[Thorn_]

@Arachna

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Chinatown - Five Flower Triad Territory

"Stay out of the back." Xue stops, as she moves behind the counter of one of her mother's restaurants. Turning, she sees a Five Flower lieutenant, about to leave.

"From what I hear, she's genuinely quite angry at you for this mess." There's no need to say which mess he's referring to - Xue's latest 'adventure' across town led to her badly beating a gang member, causing strife between the Five Flowers and the nearby light elves. "Give her some time to calm down." He suggests.

She knew better than to say too much to their faces, but she slumped at a table with her arms out in front of her. She always hated this place when she was little. Not even just because of all the gangs. It was always so boring. Idly, she checked her phone, trying to kill the time.

Besides, she didn't really do anything wrong here, did she? That elf was a jerk. And quite literally in the process of robbing little old ladies. But still, now it was that whole "there's more politics that go into this than you understand." talk again. It's true, that she wasn't quite as amazing as her mother when it came to any of that stuff or even martial arts, but she still had to do what she could. And now she was stuck with the "babysitter" again.

Still, she rolled her eyes, defiantly. She was probably too used to knowing that none of her mother's own gang could touch her than she should be.

"I'm keeping the peace. Which is literally what you guys all did before you got all lame. Now all you guys do is just sit around talking about bullshit and how cool each other is and how much ass you would sooooo totally kick if you were over there, you guys, seriously- but you don't do anything other than just jerking each other off. Not a god dam thing. It's scientifically impossible to get any gayer than this."

 

[Impregmaniac]

@Impregmaniac

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Ridgeport Boxing Club, The Projects - Accursed Bone Clan Territory

"Hit 'im! No, keep your guard up! Move your head! You call yourself a fuckin' orc?" Robert sits at a table, drinking slowly, as he watches Patriarch Longhorn, one of the respected older figures in the gang, coaching two greenhorn half-blood recruits. Around him, the air is smoky, the lights dark, and the liquor strong. The old Ridgeport Boxing Club has been partially converted into a bar/gang clubhouse, but the old ring remains, and sees as much use as ever.
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"Eh, Robbie." A gruff but pleasant female voice says, and Robert turns to see a female goblin approaching his table.

She looks him in the eye - she's about a foot shorter than him, but with his seated position they're about equal height. He knows her - Carnie Rockgrabba, a distant relative of the Fleshrippas, and like her boss relative, an otherworlder. "Got some merc contracts that need doing. If you're not too busy, that is." She gestures to his drink.

"Never too busy for you Carnie," Robbie smirks, giving her a polite nod. Looking over to the bar, he signals to the bartender, ordering Carnie's usual for her, and motions to the chair next to him. "Grab a seat, and tell me what we're looking at. Is it a guard gig, shakedown, or a bash job?"

With a quick glance at the Patriarch shaking his head at the two newbies who can't tell the difference between a cross and a hook, he cracks his knuckles loudly and grins at her, "Or is this a special assignment from the Big Boss Man, that requires the 'delicate' handiwork of yours truly?" before chuckling at his own bad pun.

 

[Omega98]

@Omega98

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Western Precinct - Police Territory:

Julia sits at the desk she's commandeered, typing away at her computer as she tries to put together a story on the recent growth of Orc gangs in the city. The precinct is hardly a nice place to live or to work, filled with the shouting of criminals, refugees and the officers trying to maintain some level of order. She glares at her desktop, and the non-existent bars on the internet readout. The city still has internet, but it's intermittent at best - often active for maybe an hour a day - which makes publishing stories a challenge. The reporter looks up as she hears footsteps, seeing Brad approaching.
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He looks furious - not at her, of course, she's not sure she's ever seen him get angry at her - and slumps don in the squeaky chair beside her. "Bastards..." He grunts. "Turns out I don't have to worry about being taken off the case. They just cancelled the case entirely." He says. "They're putting me on barricade guard duty - meaning no one's going to be there to save those girls." He sighs. He doesn't need to say what case he's talking about - ever since rumors have started, of women being kidnapped and even sold into slavery in Ridgeport, Brad's made it his mission in life to put a stop to it. Julia has a guilty thought - ever since she wrote a story about corrupt officers stealing and selling air dropped food, it's felt like the higher ups have had it in for Brad, and she wonders if her story is the reason the case got thrown out.

Julia shakes her head and pushes the thought from her mind. While she didn't doubt that there were several officers on the force that behaved little better than thugs many, like Brad, stayed because they were genuinely good people. Although after a year behind the walls, the Lieutenant who'd taken over the precinct after their Captain had died seemed more concerned about holding territory rather than actual policing; almost as though he was just another would-be ganglord.

The blonde wife wanted to hug her husband, but thought better of it. The catcalls and taunting from such a display would only make Brad's blood boil she guessed. Before the gate Bradley had been an easy man to like even if respect took a while for him to generate. He was twenty-six and well-built, but he also looked younger than he was. "Baby-face Brad" is what his colleagues called him and he wasn't fond of it. He'd tried growing a beard once to make himself seem older, but it came in patches which made it look like he couldn't grow a beard and that made him seem even younger. So he'd shaved the beard. Now Julez just pats his hand and gives him a sympathetic half-smile. Brad lets out a frustrated sigh and covers her hand with his own.

After a moment a thought strikes her, "Don't worry hun. If your boss won't let you investigate then I will. Once I bring back evidence, you'll be put back on the case in no time!"

 

[Tjf]

@danglinghope



Bluepoly Tower - Bluepoly Inc Territory:

The sound of Sasha's stilettos echo against the ground, as she steps into her boss' office. Outside the window, she sees chaos, but it's not represented inside the heavily fortified tower. If it wasn't for the occasional sound of an explosion outside, she could almost delude herself into believing that this is just another normal day at work, before the crisis. She sees her boss behind his desk, the man looking at some printed photos.

Sasha steels herself, gulping before she approaches. "Sasha." The man says in a customarily deep voice. "C'mere. Take a look at these." He gestures to the photos. He stands back, and Sasha guesses that he intends to give her ass a squeeze as she leans in.

 

[Tjf]

@Avatar Kyoshi



Northern Warehouses - Red Constellation Territory

Waltz strides through the warehouses, observing workers as they watch over various magical plants, determining which might be useful for drug production. Drugs have never been a staple of the organisation's business, but synthetics have provided a nice income stream in recent times. And with all he's heard about certain plants from the other worlds being able to enhance a person's abilities, he figured it was worth trying to cultivate some and see if he can make something useful - though without experts, it's proving harder than usual.

The gang leader nods, satisfied that the production is going on without a hitch. He heads through a door to the back, entering an office - not his main one, but he uses the office in this building occasionally. He goes for his knife, sensing a presence, but the person inside beats him to it, and he has a blade at his throat. "Slow, old man." Shirley chuckles, putting her weapon away.

"Thought I might find you here. There are some little shits want in on the gang." She says. "They wanted to ask you personally." She says. "Huh, what's this?" She says, looking at the desk. "Two bullets around a scorpion? What's that about?" Waltz approaches - someone's used a knife to scratch a crude drawing of a scorpion onto the wood of the desk. On either side of the scorpion, are two handgun rounds - one a .357 and the other a .45.

Shirley looks at the symbol in confusion, but Waltz knows what it means. It's the calling card of two assassins - the son and daughter of the Red Constellation's old boss (who he killed). He knows them, but hasn't seen them in a long time - from what he hears, they prefer working as individuals, which is why they left the gang. He'd forgotten about them, since he hadn't thought they were in the city when the crisis started. Somehow, though, they've gotten through the military cordon, or they were here all along. The message conveyed by the symbol isn't complicated in its meaning - it means he's the next target.

 

[Tjf]

@merkros



Club Vortex - Neutral Territory:

"G-Gimme another. Hic!" The hammered elf girl sitting at the bar makes another order.

"W-What was I saying? Oh yeah, so he says he's never gonna do it again. Then I catch him the same night, with these two bitches I thought were my friends-" Behind her, 'Michael' sees a fight break out on the dance floor between an orc and some kind of humanoid dragon.

It's a good night at Club Vortex, the air hot and heavy, the bass pumping and blood, liquor and other fluids flowing freely.

"I swear, before the crisis he couldn't even get a date and I took pity on him. Now he thinks just 'cuz he's got some pheromones and a big dick he can do whatever he wants. Fucking men..." The elf girl sighs. Behind her, the dragonoid woman lifts the orc into the air and slams him onto a table. She begins raining down punches onto the poor unfortunate greenskin.

 

[Tjf]

S'ut paused her movements breathing heavily. The sweat covering her body made her even hotter then she was.

"Kh~!" She moaned as the seal above her pussy came to life, making her pussy itch with need. With a whimper she resumed her movements, ridding the dildo. Her breasts bounced up and down, her juices run down the pole, splashing on the floor. The release came fast, a moan escaping her as the climax washed over her. The fact that she was giving such a show in front of males, even worse, the ape humans, added to her humiliation. Yet, the pleasure she was experiencing, was of such intensity that she carved even more of it.

Being watched by these barbarians, their prisoner, their fuck toy in bondage... the humiliation, pain, pleasure, mind-numbing climaxes - it all was a cocktail that made her high as never.

Slap!

A scurvy male walked up to her and slapped her cheek, the sting changing into heat spreading over her skin. She leaned forward and eagerly took his dick into her mouth, choking as it moved through her mouth into her throat. Yet she submissively almost eagerly started sucking the male off... as her hips continued to fuck the pole...

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Present

S'ut swallowed at the comment. The fact that her daughter had a higher position then her stung her pride... and also made her proud. It was a strange mix of feeling.

"Of course, I have time for clan mistress, Huntress." She answered with and then continued with some sarcasm. "You might choose to read some books yourself, to expand your horizons... daughter." She added. "Then, I will go and meet the clan Mistress." She said as she made her stride, with a swing of her hips, her heels clicking on the floor.


(Nice choice of pic!)

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Alay'ut shifts her body, shoulder checking her mother. "You misunderstand. I said the Clan Mistress had work for you. I didn't say she wanted to see you. You're taking your orders from me." She says, watching her mother to see if Sut is going to submit, or try to stand up for herself and her place in the clan's society.

 

[Tjf]

Pauline has to agree with her team. They been outnumber and there is no point in trying to deal with gang now.
"Yeah, there is too many of greenskin for us". She said and pull out spyglass looking at orcs gangbang one of human female, also part of the gang. "Did any of you spot who is leader of this band? Maybe if we take down the head, rest of these thugs will spread out"? Pauline suggest, looking with spyglass for someone with most trinkets or other features which make him stand out of the group. "Do you think it is orc who lead them or human"?

Davies, a grizzled old sergeant who was the first to get here, nods. "The boss of these punks is Rollo. He's human, but might as well be an orc." Davies strokes his moustache. "I had run ins with the fucker before the crisis. He was an animal then, too." He points a muscular man on the street with a greenish complexion, with tusks protruding from his mouth, but is still identifiably human. He's beating some poor goblin with a bottle.

 

[Tjf]

“Honestly, I don't like any of our options” Lily admitted as she kept observing their surroundings, “Based on what I heard about the SWAT team that is in control of this territory, if I approach them directly I will likely get robbed under the guise of a tax, get told that it is not enough to pay the tax, and be made to pay in an alternative way” And I'll be lucky if they are satisfied with just handjobs, blowjobs, and the occasional titfuck, and don't demand something more. “Using an illusion and trying to bullshit my way through is going to be hard – these guys likely know each other well so pretending to be part of the team is unlikely to work. At the same time I don't know anyone they would allow through without a check, so that is also out of the question.” She turned her attention to the side alleys. “The side alleys... well, they are either blocked off to force people to go through the barricades, are being watched as well, or are under the control of guys that are just as bad... that leaves only one option: going from rooftop to rooftop,” Lily grimaced at the idea – physical activity like this was not one of her strengths. Still, she could do it if she tried. “Of course, that will only work if I can get to the rooftops in the first place. So let us try and find a way up – preferably without making any noise and alerting anyone to our presence...”

"I'll, uh, do my best to follow, but heights...Aren't really my thing." Adam blushes, as they duck away into an alley. Luckily, the alley is clear - just filled with junk and an overturned dumpster blocking the other end. To her right, Lily sees a door heading into one of the buildings. Testing it, she sees it's locked - but the wood looks old and weak.

 

[Tjf]

She knew better than to say too much to their faces, but she slumped at a table with her arms out in front of her. She always hated this place when she was little. Not even just because of all the gangs. It was always so boring. Idly, she checked her phone, trying to kill the time.

Besides, she didn't really do anything wrong here, did she? That elf was a jerk. And quite literally in the process of robbing little old ladies. But still, now it was that whole "there's more politics that go into this than you understand." talk again. It's true, that she wasn't quite as amazing as her mother when it came to any of that stuff or even martial arts, but she still had to do what she could. And now she was stuck with the "babysitter" again.

Still, she rolled her eyes, defiantly. She was probably too used to knowing that none of her mother's own gang could touch her than she should be.

"I'm keeping the peace. Which is literally what you guys all did before you got all lame. Now all you guys do is just sit around talking about bullshit and how cool each other is and how much ass you would sooooo totally kick if you were over there, you guys, seriously- but you don't do anything other than just jerking each other off. Not a god dam thing. It's scientifically impossible to get any gayer than this."

The gangster raises an eyebrow, looking at her. Behind him, a young punk about Xue's age, with spiked blonde hair steps up. "The fuck you say?" He approaches, shoving her shoulder. "You think you won't get your ass beat just 'cuz your mom sucked enough dick to make everyone call her boss?" The older gangster steps back, seemingly observing how Xue's planning to handle this.

 

[Tjf]

"Never too busy for you Carnie," Robbie smirks, giving her a polite nod. Looking over to the bar, he signals to the bartender, ordering Carnie's usual for her, and motions to the chair next to him. "Grab a seat, and tell me what we're looking at. Is it a guard gig, shakedown, or a bash job?"

With a quick glance at the Patriarch shaking his head at the two newbies who can't tell the difference between a cross and a hook, he cracks his knuckles loudly and grins at her, "Or is this a special assignment from the Big Boss Man, that requires the 'delicate' handiwork of yours truly?" before chuckling at his own bad pun.

Carnie sits, or more accurately, shoves herself into a chair next to Robbie. She reaches out and grips the bottle Robbie's been drinking from, taking a long, heavy swig, before smiling with delight as she puts it down. Many true orcs aren't fans of the human world, but Robbie knows that Carnie loves the place - its clothes, its technology and above all, it's liquor. "Two jobs - you can choose either. Pay's the same"

Spoiler: The Bash Job

"Some psycho elf bitch's been fighting some human gang. Wants backup. From what I hear she's enhanced - stronger than any elf has any right to be." Carnie leans back and sips.

Spoiler: The Guard Job

"Then there's some eggheads who want to go into the Eastern Park and collect some 'samples' - whatever that means." Carnie says. Robbie understands why the scientists would contact the ABC for this. Eastern Park is Ridgeport's answer to Central Park, a large section of the city devoted to nature. After the crisis, the park's become infested with various violent animals - both natural and post-crisis, as well as some kind of tribe. "They want a bodyguard to escort 'em in."

 

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Northern Warehouses - Red Constellation Territory

Waltz strides through the warehouses, observing workers as they watch over various magical plants, determining which might be useful for drug production. Drugs have never been a staple of the organisation's business, but synthetics have provided a nice income stream in recent times. And with all he's heard about certain plants from the other worlds being able to enhance a person's abilities, he figured it was worth trying to cultivate some and see if he can make something useful - though without experts, it's proving harder than usual.

The gang leader nods, satisfied that the production is going on without a hitch. He heads through a door to the back, entering an office - not his main one, but he uses the office in this building occasionally. He goes for his knife, sensing a presence, but the person inside beats him to it, and he has a blade at his throat. "Slow, old man." Shirley chuckles, putting her weapon away.

"Thought I might find you here. There are some little shits want in on the gang." She says. "They wanted to ask you personally." She says. "Huh, what's this?" She says, looking at the desk. "Two bullets around a scorpion? What's that about?" Waltz approaches - someone's used a knife to scratch a crude drawing of a scorpion onto the wood of the desk. On either side of the scorpion, are two handgun rounds - one a .357 and the other a .45.

Shirley looks at the symbol in confusion, but Waltz knows what it means. It's the calling card of two assassins - the son and daughter of the Red Constellation's old boss (who he killed). He knows them, but hasn't seen them in a long time - from what he hears, they prefer working as individuals, which is why they left the gang. He'd forgotten about them, since he hadn't thought they were in the city when the crisis started. Somehow, though, they've gotten through the military cordon, or they were here all along. The message conveyed by the symbol isn't complicated in its meaning - it means he's the next target.

Waltz was slightly irritated by Shirleys 'Prank' but regained His composure when She informed him of whats on His Desk.

He Looks at it for a Long Minute.

"It was only a Matter of time i guess. They know fully Well what their Father meant to Me...and that i took over fair and square. The fact they do this Just Shows that they are miserable Assassins. They will confront Me directly and ask The Big Question: Why did i do It. Shooting Me in The Back wouldnt give them closure..."

He then Looks at Shirley.

"I know what You wanna do but Killing them would probably make their Old Mens Ghost curse Me Forever. I Take a little Gamble and let them Face Me when The time comes. This is a Family Matter.

He then Takes The bullets and Puts them a drawer of His Desk before leaning against it with a sigh. "

Lets Not have this Ruin Our Day. Send in those two who wanna Join The Red Constellation...i Take Care of The Recruitment this Time. I need to distract my mind for a while..."