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((Forgive me if I'm a little rusty, it's been ages, it feels like, lol.))

Heavy boots crunched over broken glass, cigarette butts, night club flyers and other miscellaneous trash as he walked down the dark street. The street lights hadn't worked on Stark street for years. Sounds of rap music, bar fights and casino bustle filtered out of the buildings around him. Michael watched as two cars pulled next to each other at the end of the street. A bag was passed from one window to the other, then money from that window back to the first.

He continued walking towards his destination. Gun shots could be heard a few streets over. Michael wore no expression, didn't walk with his hands in his pockets, no pep in his step, he hardly even blinked. He would seem hardened and numb to the world around him. As he passed, women in little to no clothing offered him services, homeless and drug addicted asked him for money and teenagers with sagging pants and sideways hats lurked in alleyways. From time to time he would slow to look inside the window of a casino, bar, restaurant or darkened apartment building, as if searching for something or someone.

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Sydney stood behind the bar with her arms crossed. The place was starting to fill with it's regulars. It was located on the street adjacent to Stark so it had a fair mix of people. There was a main room with a bar and various small old booths and two person tables and a back room where most regular people didn't go. Shady deals and bad things tended to happen back there. To the left of the back room was a hall that led to two separate rooms and the alley. Sometimes men could be seen going into a room with a female, entertainer. Sometimes men could be seen going back there and then weren't seen again. She was instructed never to question anything.

The whole place was dimly lit and smelled of cigarette smoke that lingered and gave the place it's own level of fog. Music blasted from speakers to keep the patrons' conversations private and clear minded thoughts at bay. The less people thought clearly the more they drank and the more money they spent. Too bad the boss couldn't spare some change to replace the broken bulbs and ripped bar stools. The people who came here didn't care.

She sighed. She was day dreaming of another city, any city but this city. Pink streaked blonde hair was teased up and her eyes were lined in black. She wore red lipstick and a hoop ring on her nose. Her nails were painted black and she wore a stretchy grey mini skirt that complimented her figure over ripped black tights and red converse shoes. She wore a black long sleeved fishnet top over a grey tube top that had a red skull and crossbones across the breast. Her green eyes shifted to look at the clock, less than an hour left in her shift and she wouldn't have to work at the bar again until summoned.

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Kiya Suzaki-Teremer (minus the fluffy thing)
Kiya came to this city to forget. To hide from the pain. More often than not, Kiya can been seen loitering on the street corners, he'll sell his body to anyone, it helps him forget. Often he can be found in one of the bars, drinking hard to numb his mind and keep away the memories. Occasionally he can be found in a back alley curled up all alone sulking.


The Nekojin leaned casually against the wall of a building. Trying hard not to do too much thinking. It was a very difficult thing, for him to not think, some things made it easier but during the downtime between those things, it was so difficult. Sometimes the things he did made it so much easier to forget, sometimes it made it even harder and filled him with shame. His long pinkish purple tail flicked agitatedly behind him. The ears atop his head twitching at the sounds of the city. Yellow green eyes narrowed slightly.

Kiya wasn't necessarily working this part of the street, but then he wouldn't turn someone down either if they came to him for a good time. The street he was on was Stark street, not that it mattered, in this town it really didn't matter what street a whore stood on. At least it seemed that way to him, still some streets seemed to attract violence and gunfights more so than some of the others.

He crossed his arms across his chest and lowered his head. It was too hard to not think about the things he didn't want to think about when no distractions were present. His expression was one of subtle sorrow. As if he were trying so hard to hide such a thing, and normally he was good at it. Or at least he thought he was. A soft sigh escaped his lips and his shoulders slumped a bit.

Michael was calculating how long it would take to enter each establishment on the street and search each and every room and what the odds were that he'd find what he was looking for, or who he was looking for. He'd stopped to think about his options when he heard a soft sigh.

Normally he would have ignored it, but he'd decided to ask for help. He turned and approached the Neko, icy blue eyes staring into his as he pulled a photo from his pocket and began to unfold it. "Your kind meets a lot of people," he said bluntly, "where is this man?", he asked as if he really thought the Neko would know.

The photo was of a Russian man. Tall, build like a brick wall, black hair, soulless black eyes and a scar that started at his right cheek bone and ended at his chin, slicing through his lips. The photo was clearly taken from a distance, without the Russian's knowing. He was Gregori Dolzhikov. Known for human trafficking mostly, but also known to have his hand in a little bit of everything.

"Play?" he repeated. Michael didn't understand. To play you must be in some sort of game. A game is a form of sport played according to rules and decided by skill, strength, or luck. Michael saw no form of games here. Of course, Michael had never partaken in the sort of games Kiya that did.

He returned his focus to the task at hand remaining perfectly still, only shifting his eyes to watch the man as he moved closer. "This man is Russian," that much he gathered, but it didn't answer his question. "I need to find him," he said not realizing that Gregori was virtually impossible to get a hold of.

A woman approached, but he kept his icy blue stare on the neko, waiting for his response. No one and nothing mattered to him unless they proved useful to his mission.

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Name: Exavier (Ex)

Info: Exavier is a top of the line AI. He is constantly evolving and adapting through analyzing and learning from the world around him. He seems perfectly normal to those around him, and his true nature would never be guessed just by looking at him. He remembers nothing of who created him or what his purpose is, for his memories have been locked down. Unlike many others of his kind, he posesses the unique ability to process emotions. He is far stronger then normal beings physically, though he is not always good with controling his strength. He has a few other abilities being an AI, but those he has yet to discover fully as his memories begin to unlock.

The people on the streets caught his attention first. There were many woman walking with men, laughing and leaning against them. Tilting his head, Exavier wondered what it was that they were feeling. His senses picked up rising levels of not only hormons, heat, and alcohol in many of their bodies, but adrenaline and increased heart rates as well. "Odd" he says, wondering what exactly it was that caused them to become such a way. His curiosity made him step forward, pondering the thought to ask a couple that was passing near him. He paused as he noticed a man in a trench coat, who was watching him from the other side of the street. He narrowed his eyes a bit, and thought better of it. The man's face, though partially hidden, did not match any in his memories, though with most of his memories missing, there was a possibility he did know him.

Whoever he was, he was stirring what humans would call nerves inside of Exavier. He had become very familiar with this emotion since he had woken up inside of a dark case a few days back. He had not known why he was there, or remembered anything about getting there. The voices he had herd had said something about shipping him somewhere, but the rest was lost, since they had moved outside. Now, he had the odd feeling that he was often being watched by people. Did they know he was different? Did they know he was not like them? The nerves grew, and he turned away from the man and the couple, walking on down the street. He glanced back, but the man had not moved, though he was still watching him.

He continued on for a little while, fewer and fewer people passed by, and he felt more and more alone then before. It wasn't long until his senses picked up the voices of people up ahead. He paused and narrowed his eyes once more, looking ahead of him. A ways away, he saw a man and what appeared to be a neko standing together and talking. The one was holding a piece of paper, scanning it for a moment, he recognized it as a picture. People used them to keep memories or show things that wern't there at the moment. He wondered what the picture had on it, only seeing it slightly from the side. He thought it was best not to interfere with their buisiness however, since he had seen a bit of what they did to his kind tonight. He kept walking, making a move to go around them.

Michael understood finally. "I haven't played with bodies in many months" Michael responded. Though he couldn't understand why anyone would want to be tortured. He recalled many agonizing screams as his knives and fists splattered others' blood onto the floor. No, people usually didn't like when he played those games, though he couldn't recall now why he'd played them or why he remembered them now as games.

"I can't give up," he responded again. And that was true. Even if he wanted to quit looking for Gregori, he couldn't. Finally his icy blue eyes looked to the female. He stared at her for a moment, assessing. She was of no threat and no use, so far. It wasn't until she spoke in a way that said she'd recognized Gregori that Michael re-categorized her.

A modeling agency. Michael stood perfectly still. He seemed somewhere else now. "Yes, under a false name. The girls began disappearing. When the CIA became involved the agency and everyone who ran it vanished. The women were never found." How had he recalled that information now? It didn't matter. Things were piecing themselves together finally.

"I need to find him," he said to them both. "I've been told he runs operations on Stark. Can one of you point me in the direction of someone who knows him, or a place he owns?" At this point in his investigation, literally any piece of information helped. A family member, an old girlfriend, a victims family, a landlord who worked under him, hell even a dry cleaners who cleaned his suits.

As a man passed around them Michael went on high alert. His eyes narrowed and he shifted to place himself exactly between the man and his only two sources of information so far. So far they were valuable, and that meant they were under his protection. Something about the passing man sent signals to his brain that made him angry. Anger? He thought he'd suppressed all emotion years ago. Now he was feeling sad. What was happening to him?

An image of a woman and child flashed before his eyes, they were screaming for help inside of a burning house. Machines stood around the structure. They looked like people. In an instant the memory was gone. What about the passing man triggered something like emotion and memory inside Michael? He hadn't realized he'd done it but he'd reached out and grabbed hold of Reseda and Kiya's arms, just above the elbow. At this point his grip would be easily leaving bruises and verging fractures.

Michael ignored the neko's warning and gave one of his own. "If you bite me I'll crush you." It wasn't really a threat or anything, and was said as more of a statement, sounding solemn, but not rude. Michael thought the neko was serious enough anyway. But at those words of truth, he realized he may actually be crushing the two of them already.

He released them when the strange man was far enough away and stared at them for a moment. Anyone normal would have felt and looked awkward while they spoke the words, "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," but as always Michael remained still and expressionless. He'd felt anger and sadness only moments before, but he was able to turn them off again immediately. Something he'd learned to do many years ago.

When Reseda spoke his icy eyes met hers, assessing her value once again. Yes, she was valuable enough. "Take me there. You are safe as long as you're with me and you'll both remain with me until you are no longer useful." His eyes looked from Reseda's to Kiya's. He wasn't sure what Kiya knew but he was almost sure he knew more than he led on. There was no way he was going to let the only two leads he had since he'd arrived on this street get away from him, or die. Whether they liked it or not.

His words were always spoken with a solemn authority. His voice always remained a bit above quiet and mostly monotone. Although he showed no expression, his stance, build and overall appearance was more than intimidating. From time to time one might catch a hint of sadness or anger in his eyes, but it always vanished as quickly as it appeared.

((I'm sorry Kiyo I don't know how to incorporate your charrie atm! If you want to get your charrie to the bar I'm sure something will come of it since he's rubbing Michael wrong. (For reasons you'll all find out eventually, teehee!)))

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She has long blue hair that reaches to mid back that she keeps up in a bun with long sweeping bangs and silver eyes that glimmer like they have moonlight trapped within them. She has small bat like wings which she can grow or shrink at will as well as the pupils, ears, tail, fangs and claws of a cat. Her skin is pale and has a slight silver sheen as if dusted with silver glitter though it can only be seen when the light hits her just right.

She appears in her early twenties and is 5’10 with a muscular yet curvaceous body. Her hour glass figure appears practically formed by some man’s fantasy, considering her origins perhaps it was. The curves are not always easy to see despite their volume, however. She always dresses conservatively and in black, wears a hooded cowl, and tall boots. On her back always sit’s a violin case in-between her wings. She also always carries twin swords and is accompanied by a strange white cat with blue markings that reeks of magic as does she. Whatever she is, she smells of magic, cats, and vampires. She travels eternally, looking for a place to belong and to be free.


Kala sat perched on the roof above, tiny bat like wings fluttering behind her. The cat on her shoulder, a strange thing that was not a normal cat at all, made a soft growl of annoyance. The silver eyed creation said nothing, her eyes on the people below. Born beings always fascinated her, though the metallic smelling androids rather saddened her. She too had been created for the sake of another, only her gaining a soul by accident allowing her to escape. She was of flesh and magic, while they were of metal and circuits but the purpose was the same. Tools to be used, never allowed to really live unless their masters died.

Still, the puzzle of the strange circuitry was not what had her attention. No... what had her attention was the group below her. Play? What kind of play did the true neko below talk off? Play with bodies? Why would anyone want to be so vulnerable to another like that? The naive creature could not understand. She glanced towards the cat at her shoulder and said a question she had said many times before. In fact it felt like she was always asking it since she freed herself, even if it was only one word. 'Why' she said, and as always the familiar on her shoulder knew what she referred too and how to answer.

"Beings of flesh can make each other feel great physical pleasure, and sometimes it allows them to escape a bitter loneliness. You may enjoy such a thing, were you to allow it." It answered her, it's voice a strange mix of male and female unlike her own silky voice that was so completely feminine. The face she made in response was not nearly so elegant, however, and seemed rather disgusted. She just shook her head before she glanced down at the group again. Loneliness was a terrible thing, she had tasted it in many a soul when she fed, but slavery to another...if only for an instance was worse to her. She did not think it was worth risking capture for.

She swung her legs a moment as she watched the group, staying on her perch at the edge of the roof without another word. She had few true memories of her own but she had many blurred memories from before she had 'awoken' and was just a basin for other people's souls and powers. She debated if she wished to jump down but as the red head kept her cautious. She had many powers and many skills, built to be a mage's weapon and his slave in a far away land, but she did not relish the fight or the risk. He seemed determined, about this man he kept asking for.

"I won't harm anyone unless it's necessary," he said simply. He'd ignored the neko's refusal to go as if he had a choice in the matter. At the neko's words Michael simply nodded. He'd known the second the woman on the building had spoken that she was there. The vibrations around them had changed, it was impossible to miss.

Without warning Michael scooped up the neko and threw him over his shoulder. The motions were effortless, and struggle as he might, the neko wouldn't be able to budge an inch from the redhead's grasp. He turned towards the woman once again. "I am Michael. If you need to know anything else, I'll give you that information when it is needed. Let's go." At times his manner of speaking would seem emotionless and almost robotic, and other times hints of a real person with a life and feelings could be heard. He was certainly a strange man.

Kala was not surprised when the three seemed to notice her. She had done nothing to conceal her presence really... like most cats she just liked high places better then low ones. Her ears twitched slightly as she listened to them talk, still rather confused by their speech. The neko was fighting but it seemed both were giving up their freedom to the red head for the moment. She frowned at that, a low rumble briefly whispering in her throat. The familiar on her shoulder made a face and dug in his claws as if to warn her, not that she paid attention except to mutter a handful of words.

"He takes freedom like it belongs to him...."

"It is not your buisness to interfere. This world is just slaves and masters, we both know that" The familiar responded. It was true, at least for the two cat like beings neither of this world or the next. Their had always been a master and a slave, even if Kala had managed to become a Master, the familiar had stayed a slave. She had not particuliarly wished it, she had simply inherited ownership and responsibility from her creator when she'd taken his life. She did not know how to free the cat and it seemed to have little interest in her precious freedom. She had even less interest in listening to his warnings.

She leaped downward, her shadowy bat like wings seeming to grow so she would land silently and safely behind them. Her wings then shrank again, appearing more like a cosplayer's wings then real apendages except for the occasional twitch. She did not summon her swords from the tasseled bracelets she wore on each wrist, nor did she call out to her magic. She simply stood straight up and looked at the group, her face open and curious.

"Why do you do this?" She demanded of the red head, simply gazing at him. She did nothing else, she didn't even move. She just stared at him with that cat-like blankness she was capable of. She showed little of her emotion, mainly because she did not really know how. It was easy to see it in others, but in herself it still felt too new and unnatural. So she stood, a strange statue that did not look like it belonged anywhere.