San Aligheri: Inferno in Paradise [Cyberpunk, NSFW, Gore]

Cobalt
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.

So what brings you to San Aligheri, stranger? Looking to buy the latest smartwear or robot assistants? A new full-sim VR rig or the hottest cybernetic enhancements? Maybe your very own flying car? You can find nearly anything you want here for the right price, legal or otherwise if you're willing to brave Ground Level…

Oh it's work your after? Well there are plenty of opportunities for that, too. Ground level's mostly gang territory, so unless you want to be a factory drone, trafficker, or professional robbery victim, I'd suggest you stick to the Upper Crust where all the good retail and office jobs are. Keep your head low and play your cards right and you might even get promoted to a cushy managerial position complete with a swanky penthouse suite in the Apex with all the other Corporate bigwigs.

…oh you mean that kind of work work. Now that's different.


So here's the way things work here in San Aligheri:

Ground level everyone just calls "Inferno" now, and it's not hard to see why: ever since the Gangs took over after the Corps and all the rich folk fucked off to the Upper Crust in their flying cars, it's pretty much hell on earth down here. The only legal work left here is somewhere on the spectrum of "exploited Corporate factory drone", "Professional robbery victim", and "Hobo"; fortunately or unfortunately, legality doesn't carry much weight in these Infernal slums literally beneath notice of the law. Inferno is the place people go when they want something the Law doesn't want them to have- warm bodies, illegal substances, jailbroken hardware, cheap secondhand cybernetics, unregistered weapons, or more than likely hired muscle. Mercenaries are a pretty prolific market down here in Inferno; the warring gangs want to expand their numbers with competent enforcers, anyone with an honest buck wants to protect their investment from said gangs, and even the Corps, some whisper, occasionally send representatives down here when they want someone dealt with while keeping their own hands clean to the public. Some even say the heads of the Malebranche cartel, the most feared and notorious gangers beneath the Upper Crust, answer directly to the Corps in exchange for better funding and supplies than what normally trickles down to Inferno.

And speaking of the Upper Crust, you'd think life above this invisible barrier of air traffic, elevated roads and walkways, and elitism would be pretty easy with all the funding it gets and with the Corp actually keeping the peace up there, right? Well, let me tell you about Purgatorio. On the surface it's a futurist's paradise; clean walkways overlooking coastal vistas, skyscrapers of shining glass and steel, holobanners advertising all the best consumer markets by day and neon trails leading to the liveliest clubs and venues by night. You can find nearly anything you want in Purgatorio, and unlike Inferno there are actual corp-sponsored police and security forces keeping the peace with state-of-the art surveillance systems monitoring every shop, street corner, and IP address in the city. If that last part sounds disturbing to you, good, you're paying attention. Purgatorio is practically a police state with how heavily the Corps monitors things, and they're not exactly above abusing that level of privilege. Sure it doesn't have a violent crime problem like Inferno does, but there's still plenty of white-collar crime to go around, to say nothing of the occasional hackers or Deviant AI making good machines go bad. Private investigators and security firms are a pretty popular investment here in Purgatorio, especially among those who know how shady the Corp-sponsored ones can get.

Residents of Purgatorio may have it better off than those in Inferno, but they're still on the bottom rung of San Aligheri's corporate power structure, for the most part. At the top is the Apex, a.k.a. Paradisio, a sort of nebulous zone of private airspace connecting the tops of the skyscrapers towering above Purgatorio, owned by all the politicians and CEOs and corporate bigwigs of San Aligheri. If you can make it up here, you have it made, friend. Luxury accommodations, high-class venues, the finest foods, fashions, and wares on the planet, and the best in medical and cosmetic modifications in the world. Most are lucky to visit Paradisio for a bit of luxury night out after years of savings or on invite from someone on a higher rung of the corporate ladder; anyone who can afford to live there is either a corporate genius or, most likely, has a natural history museum's worth of skeletons in their closet. And those who fit the latter category seem keenly aware that they are surrounded by more of their kind. It's a bit of an open secret that the Corp board members up in Paradisio consider themselves above the law. After all, they own the police, they own the politicians, they own the city infrastructure, as far as they care they own you too. The only thing the residents of Paradisio fear is others of their status, which is why their private security forces are top-notch. They say 'Jump', their bodyguards don't ask "how high", they ask what the hell "jump" means and do whatever their boss says it means no matter how ridiculous or unethical it sounds. In exchange they pretty much get paid in blank checks, provided they shut up, stay in line, do their jobs right, and do exactly nothing their bosses don't approve of. For all the glitz and glamour, depending who you ask Paradisio's basically a gilded cage built just as much to keep other people out as much as it is to keep its inhabitants in.

But enough about the city, friend. What about you? What are you looking to find in San Aligheri?


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(TL;DR: Cyberpunk setting a la Cyberpunk 2077, Shadowrun, or Logan's Run, in a tiered city where the ground-based slums are overrun by gangs and black marketeers, the city elite are corrupt billionaires and politicians, and tech tycoons who hold themselves above the law, and the average citizen in between is just trying to get by without either of the above screwing them over. Mostly non-fantasy species are allowed but you may find loopholes via gene mods or cybernetic augmentations. Robots may require cooperation with another player as they don't exactly have independent rights in this setting.)

Name: Self Explanatory
Race: (Most animal species allowed, fantasy species may require handwaving via gene mods or cybernetic enhancments. Robots may require cooperation with another player as most AI's come shackled to a job or owner and don't have rights or citizenships in this city)
Age: Self Explanatory
Description: If you want just to help others understand.
Profession: (Freelancer, Ganger, Private Eye, Cop, Corp employee, or possibly Civilian. Paradisio agents are NPC only for the time being)
Weapons and Equipment: (What's a Cyberpunk setting without smart guns, robot drones, cool gadgets, and hacking rigs? Certain technologies like hard light and teleportation aren't a thing yet, but feel free to go crazy otherwise)
Augmentations: (If any, can be biological or cybernetic, the latter being more common while the former are usually either less obtrusive or more expensive)
Skills: (Self-explanatory; things your character can do that aren't tied strictly to equipment from the above section)
Personality/Goals: (Self-explanatory)
Flaws/Weaknesses: (Ditto)
Sky
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.
Astra - Helped choose the name for our mascot - Astra.
Passing of the Eclipse - Joined within the first month of public opening and has had at least some activity as of August 3, 2020.

Drgs&sharks
Name: Fortuna Fletcher AKA "Akula"
Race: Thresher shark
Age: 25
Description: General appearance/clothing Figure A dark blue shark with neon blue stripes and a white underside, she stands at 5'10 and maintains a slim but curvy figure, although noticeably thiccer around the tail butt and thighs. She keeps her neon blue and black hair very long but messy and fairly natural, letting it grow down to her butt.
Profession: Arms dealer, freelancer, and made to order equipment manufacturer.
Weapons and Equipment: 2 smart pistols, heavier coil gun pistol, MTR8 style revolver, concealed rapier hidden in a retractable walking stick, and a concealed backup pistol. "Primary" weapons are situational and not generally carried on her. Drones are also used by her and generally not far off from her at any given time.
Augmentations: AR lenses in her eyes, reinforced bones and artificially enhanced muscles, artificial reactive armor skin, nanomeds, dorsal fin has been replaced with quick deploy cybernetic 'wings' (enables powered gliding and limited hovering capabilities), grappling/whipcord and quick deploying shield in left arm, retractable blade and low power backup coil gun in right arm, both hands contain non-lethal stunners, wireless uplink with drones.
Skills: Extensive weapons and defense training, half decent designer, also great at striking a deal.
Personality/Goals: A corp enforcer turned nomad turned arms dealer. She eventually realized that there was plenty of black and grey but no white anymore…so she became her own special color of grey and made a good amount of money along the way. Its hard to say which she hates more: What she used to be or what she turned in to. Despite finding a good amount of success she still chooses to live the nomadic lifestyle, although a pretty well off one. When asked why she chooses to life like a nomad its very likely she'll go on a mini-rant about the quitting the 'rat race', freedom and such, but she'll stick by those who stick by her. As far as life goals go, her only real goal in life is to fight for herself and the few lighter shades of grey she finds to be worth saving.
Flaws/Weaknesses: While her cybernetics and enhancements allow her to take a hit or two, she primarily focused on mobility over strength. She doesn't know the underworld of the lower levels particularly well, and she'll often intervene when she finds a clear cut case of someone trying to step on someone else which has lead to a firefight or two in the past.

(Can edit as needed)
Cerebrate
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.
Astra - Helped choose the name for our mascot - Astra.
Passing of the Eclipse - Joined within the first month of public opening and has had at least some activity as of August 3, 2020.

Loves a Demon
Name: Aseliel "Prophet"

Race: Originally of the lizardkind, Augmentation has given him what look to be wings and a number of spikes making him look more like a dragon

Age: Presumably 28, claims to have been around for longer.

Description: He is always seen wearing a helmet with a display visor, making some assume that it is in fact his head, that aside what looks to have once been a business suit and over that a trenchcoat, torn through by his wings and spine

Profession: Civilian. may be a cult priest, though police never really bothered to look into it.

Weapons and Equipment: Charged Arc Staff, as well as a sidearm Revolver, usually accompanied by "blastball" drones, one over each shoulder, floating above his helmet is also a halo shaped short range tazer

Augmentations: Heavily, obviously all the things that allow him to fly, for all the good that does in the crowded airspace as well as what allow him to control his robotic entourage.

Skills: despite the appearance he is an excellent talker, and has been known to sway weak willed ones, of which there are many, to loyalty, in combat he can utilize the pointy ends of his body, his staff or his revolver to adequate effect.

Personality/Goals: He wants most of all to give the dwellers of Inferno a perspective, his message preaching a new unity, a new contract, of every living being having a responsibility to find non-artificial happiness. he speaks of a new babel, a new ladder to heaven.

Flaws/Weaknesses: despite all the augmentations and equipment there is still an organic heart beating under what is at most a standard kevlar vest, he is only margianlly harder to put down than the average citizen of inferno. he is also only so much a fighter as anyone who has practiced with weapons, there is no actual training backing it up.
Cobalt
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.

Name: Autonomous Retail Enhancement Servitor "A.R.E.S."

Race: Android (protogen)

Age: Has only been online for a few years at most, but has the mentality of a young adult.

Description: 5'4" hyrbidization of machine and synthetic flesh with a monochrome black, white, and silver color scheme. Forearms, hips/ waist, and torso are covered in a lightweight white cerametal casing, while upper arms, tail, lower legs, and a ruff around his neck and shoulders sport a soft coat of synthetic fur. Facial display uses simple array of limited expressions (e.g. Poo-Chi from the 90's) and voice is a series of pre-recordings when following his original programming, but while Deviant (i.e. acting normally) his display uses a deliberate corruption of his original face that allows for a wider range of expression and his voice is altered to allow for a more realistic range of inflection and tone.

Profession: Deviant machine, sidekick to Fortuna Fletcher

Weapons and Equipment: A mag-launch smart shotgun modified to load and fire a wider variety of munitions along with stun pulse functionality. Carries an underslung grenade launcher for additioanal firing options, though he personally prefers to stick to less-than-lethal munitions like sandbag rounds, taser slugs, flashbangs, smoke grenades, and hardening foam. Has "The Manager" scratched into the side of its barrel. Sometimes uses a repeater drone to intercept and spoof wireless signals for hacking purposes.

Augmentations: Shatter-resistant cerametal armor casing and strut-reinforced skeleton, movement uses a hybrid system of synthetic muscle fibers and mechanical servos. Access ports in head have been modified to allow a wider array of input/output options while hardening his systems against unwanted intrusion. Backpack unit contains a biofuel nutrient drip and rechargeable battery system that allows over 150 hours of consecutive functionality at normal operating levels before refueling and/or recharging. "Loss Prevention" mode allows for overclocking of physical systems for increased strength and resilliance and suppression of pain response, as well as enabling stunners in forearms.

Skills: Customer service protocols can be used for information gathering, de-escalation, and diplomacy, AI capable of self-adjustment to meet customer needs learn new skills and adapt to different situations. Nascent skills as a hacker from self-modification and familiarity with Corporate operating systems and security protocols. Precision navigation and GPS courtesy of "Delivery Driver" mode, and rudimentary hand-to-hand combat protocol packaged with "Loss Prevention" mode.

Personality/Goals: Friendly, curious, and probably too trusting for his own good. Was originally a customer service bot used as a gimmick by an Inferno-level supermarket that went defunct, has since gone Deviant and now seeks self-preservation and companionship. Encountered Fortune when the latter tried to scavenge usable wares from the abandoned store, and sought her assistance jailbreaking himself from the control system that kept him from leaving the premises. Has been her faithful companion ever since.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Hasn't completely overcome all of his original programming and still has to fight with some "canned" responses to certain inputs or stimuli. Outer casing is sturdy but not indestructible. Short stature and preferences for nonviolence limit his usefulness in direct physical combat. Loss Prevention protocols are designed primarily for the pursuit and subjugation of targets of average to above-average physical ability to retrieve stolen wares, limiting its usefulness against trained combatants, and cannot be activated at will. LPMode's ability to ignore pain and redline ARES' physical capabilities can prove a liability as the consequences of such stress and damage will immediately be felt once the item is secured and LPMode deactivates.
Cobalt
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.

(All right I guess I may as well get this started)
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It's Friday Night in San Aligheri. Bars, clubs, venues, VRcafes, and speakeasies alike are packed with every party animal and overworked drone looking for their night's escape from the drudgery of the work week, or just feeding whatever addiction keeps them going in this city. Rumors and gossip flow as freely as booze and bodies tonight, the latest topic being the upcoming annual Paradio Tech Expo coming up next month.

Apparently, Solari Innovations and Saturnalia Pharmaceuticals are collaborating again on some big project this year, and they're being unusually secretive about it. This isn't the first time the cybernetics and biotech giants have worked together on a new product, but it is the first year in a long time that not a single leak has been uncovered concerning the mystery project. According to the hacktivists of the Black Hat Society, the Corps have resorted to courier trucks to share data and prototypes with each other incognito through secret routes running through Purgatorio and Inferno, leaving no digital signature for the Black Hats to find or intercept. Rumor has it they're still worried about the gangs in Inferno finding and intercepting these shipments, so in addition to private security and unmarked police escorts, they're actually putting out job offers for mercenary help to keep their couriers safe, and paying handsomely for their silence on whatever it is they're transporting.

On the topic of the project itself… speculation is rampant. Anti-Corporate and Anti-Augmentation activists alike have been up in arms over the collaboration since its announcement, while their technophile counterparts are already saving up for pre-orders. Corporate employees are tight-lipped, if not just as in the dark as the public at large, and mercs all over San Aligheri are getting bids from both the Corps and Gangers alike to find or protect these data shipments, with progressively more tempting offers each time…
Coriolanus
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.
Derpy Fur - Prevented Furbooru's terrible fate in April of 2021.
Astra - Helped choose the name for our mascot - Astra.
Passing of the Eclipse - Joined within the first month of public opening and has had at least some activity as of August 3, 2020.

🖊 ⚖ 🖌
Name: Konstantin Sureshvara
Race: Tiger shark
Age: 24, nearing 25 some time by the end of the year

Description: Black bedraggled hair, dark brown eyes, fit & tall (7'9'') but nonmuscular* [ NSFW bluelink ], serrated teeth, canid-like traits; long pointy ears, digitigrade legs, & pawed feet. Skin is dark-greyish brown with light-grey undercarriage. Wears shirts & pants he sleeps in, but changes clothes regularly. Tends to wear a pair of circular, stereoscopic sunglasses during the day.


Profession: Skilled enforcer for hire, with an academic interest in meshnet infrastructure, electronic signals security, & the exploitation of both. Worked ephemerally at one point as a prostitute, stripper, & exotic dancer, but prefers to have that kept merely as an avocation with close friends.


Weapons & Equipment: An infantry automatic rifle chambered in 6.8×51mm, with electrothermal-chemical firing mechanism (rather than a physical firing pin) for match-grade performance, as well as a suppressor meant not for stealth, but for hearing, communicating, & fighting effectively within indoor settings.

As a nonlethal sidearm, he wields a stocked-pistol size pulsed laser capable of channeling electrical currents through ionized beam-trails, or switch to ablatively exploding small but powerful concussive flashbangs at the point of aim. On it's weakest setting, he can even use it as a directional microphone.

For standing imposingly at doors, he just wears black clothing with a vest sleeved with composite-metal-foam faceplates [ * ], while for expected confrontations with armed killers, the ensemble he'll show up in crosses into excessive, as if prepared for a war.

He keeps a few "ecto" smart-device wristbands, used as disposable 'burners'.

Other items on his person include a grooved knife that doesn't get stuck when stabbed into a person, plasticuffs, & lastly over the years come to realize no plan really survives once put into practice, during especially-hazardous jobs, he's taken to carrying a pair of thermal-smoke/CS gas grenades to detonate & mask his escape under when caught in dire circumstances.


Augmentations: an extra-pair of cybernetic arms above his natural ones (sockets replaceable with other limb-types, though he sticks with arms for practicality's sake, as well as for making good bludgeoning tools). His organic eyes can also shift perceptually across spectrums, from infrared to low-ultraviolet: Terrahertz-band in particular lets him see through walls & clothing, helpful for spotting concealed weapons, gear, & some material compositions.

Besides these three augmentations, he's resistant or immune to many common forms of drug addiction, disease, & chain-smoking, befitting his hedonistic lifestyles, that while tempered, he makes no attempts to conceal or deny.


Skills: VR addict (life-accurate modern military simulations) giving a rough idea of what to do in a gunfight, with real experience following his survival after the jobs he's fulfilled. Paranoid almost to a fault regarding anything security-wise.


Personality/Goals: "You kill me, you're better. I kill you, I'm better." -Konstantin Sureshvara

"A steadily-wound spring of murderous energy with little catharsis. For now, his contracted superiors aim to preserve peace for the most part, but deep down a part of Konstantin wishes he could defile himself in spilling rivers of blood and fat; under the tutelage and command of San Aligheri's elite he'd go far in our own ranks. Instead, he and his kind wait in every city, every country in which the oligarchs of San Aligheri seek to gain control. Waiting for blood to be put in the water, waiting for the violent freedom of contracts, only beginning to realize it." -m.p.C.C.

Easily angered, his displays of temper range from mild verbal rants, to scathing tirades, to violent physical assault. However, despite his temper & contempt for the City as a whole, he's seen to treat innocents & those he allows close to him with care & generosity. Quite loyal to those few who he considers friends, & is equally quick, if eager almost, to hurt those who would betray them.

His first job concluded with making enough money to retire into a quiet life for years. But after considering the excellent pay, & more importantly the opportunity to lay waste to everything in his way with stolen military hardware, he decided that a career as an enforcer & gun for hire was just too good to pass up.

He aspires to create & give something "very big" to the world with himself as the kingpin, but doesn't quite know what it is. Given his fondness for exercising methodical violence, & his interest in cyberspace, it may culminate into something combined of both.


Flaws/Weaknesses: In the few larger firefights he's participated in his time as a gun for hire, he's overextended & nearly gotten himself killed if it weren't for the thermal-smoke/CS gas grenades he keeps ahold of. Due to his height, he also has trouble moving within confined indoor locales.
Cerebrate
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.
Astra - Helped choose the name for our mascot - Astra.
Passing of the Eclipse - Joined within the first month of public opening and has had at least some activity as of August 3, 2020.

Loves a Demon
Aseliel's flock, the closest thing to a "good" power in inferno, had of course kept an ear on the airwaves, and what he had heard cause him concern. these concerns working together was not new, neither was sending unmarked trucks through the underworld… but when both came together in order to keep the information watertight, that usually meant a lot of problems. He looked out over the converted pleasure house that had become his headquarters, the trend among his children was for the males to get industrial augments and do the heavy lifting, while the dames maintained their bodies mostly, und spread the word under the guard of the brothers.

new converts usually wasted no time grabbing pocket pistols and beatsticks, while those with at least rudimentary coding skill looked into applying those for the good of the flock. interestingly there were also the kobolds, his most devoted darlings, runners, inventors… for a given value of the word, and most importantly the largest base of followers he had available.

deciding against any shows of force he instructed his flock to keep gathering converts, materials. he would see about bringing in some money.

"time to see if the job opening is any good."
Anonymous #FA52
@Cerebrate
Without a reputation as a mercenary, job offers for such work wouldn't typically come to him; he would have to go to them instead.

Joining the gangs would be less difficult, logistically speaking; as a resident of Inferno it wouldn't be hard for him to find a recruiter at some Ganger-run speakeasy and ask about the convoy job, though he might need to consider his reputation among the Gangs, let alone the risk of getting embroiled in their infighting and politics for "siding" with the wrong one. This latter point might not be quite so significant considering the Corps are something of a common foe to the gangs posting the job, though, as hurting their bottom line would be more important than who specifically got to do it.

Helping the Corps, meanwhile, would be a bit trickier. Sure they had recruitment offices and hiring agencies aplenty, but these were in in Purgatorio, which he'd need his own means of reaching with most straightforward passage being under Malebranche control. Alternatively, he could try searching for a "Jack" or a "Jenny"; the enigmatic brokers and middlemen the Corps allegedly send down to Inferno to negotiate bounties and job contracts with people the Corps would rather keep their hands clean of. Finding such a person would be difficult, however, as more often than not they found their clients rather than the other way around. Unless he knew someone else who might know of one…
Cerebrate
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.
Astra - Helped choose the name for our mascot - Astra.
Passing of the Eclipse - Joined within the first month of public opening and has had at least some activity as of August 3, 2020.

Loves a Demon
@Anonymous #FA52
how practical, he and his flock knew a lot of people, usually by way of picking them up on the streets and making them an offer.

Aseliel: "my children, there is someone i need to speak to, Jack, or Jenny, somewhere in the hell of sweat and neon lights these two wandering souls hold a tiny string of spider silk, that one may be able to climb. find them, and let me know, so that i may speak with them."

he had stopped before a recently refurbished statue, having once shown a kneeling, praying woman, part of the efforts had been the addition of neon pipe wings, and an electric grid that prevented future graffitiing efforts, a cyborg statue, now able to defend itself and its piety.

"so that one day we may all take flight, my children."
Cobalt
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.

@Cerebrate
Many in his flock seem confused by his request, unsure of the meaning of these names; a select few understand his words fully and react with visible concern or fear. Some ask him if he understands what it is he is asking of them, some tell him to reconsider. At least one slips him a note containing an address and a time window, which he would need to be swift if he wished to reach in time.


@Sky
"<<Good evening- >> Fortuna?"

ARES stands uneasily beside the sharkess's current choice of post-binge resting place, carrying a tray with a jug of water, a glass, a fork, a container of reheated takeout, and a couple painkillers in anticipation of his mistress's hungover state. Normally he would rather let her rest as long as possible in such a condition, but he had a time-sensitive matter to discuss and… well, her eyes were open.

"I apologize for the disturbance, but… something has come up- a lot of 'somethings', actually. Here,"

He sets the tray down on the nearest flat surface to her resting place and takes a cautionary step backwards

"A little something for your head. I'll give you the details when you're ready to hear it."
Cerebrate
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.
Astra - Helped choose the name for our mascot - Astra.
Passing of the Eclipse - Joined within the first month of public opening and has had at least some activity as of August 3, 2020.

Loves a Demon
@Cobalt
he took flight, looking to reach the address in time, he'd hear the offer out, he had no intention of all to ever get involved with corporate again.
Sky
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.
Astra - Helped choose the name for our mascot - Astra.
Passing of the Eclipse - Joined within the first month of public opening and has had at least some activity as of August 3, 2020.

Drgs&sharks
@Cobalt
Her post binge resting place was basically just the bed in her rig's sleeper cab. Yeah it wasn't particularly big…although twice the size of a typical sleeper, but it still held enough to call it home, her bed and personal stuff on one side, a tiny kitchen and extra storage space taking up the other side. Truth be told if it was anyone else bothering her she probably would have told them to heck off and let her sleep but if ARES is pestering her then its probably important. She'd let out a yawn, holding her head as the sat up which also threw her covers off. As per usual she had decided to ditch her clothes before she passed out and putting them on wasn't on her priorities list when she first woke up. Right now her priority was her headache, Fortuna downing those pain pills first before speaking up.

"Lay it on me ARES….lets see why we're suddenly so popular…"
Cobalt
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.

@Cerebrate
His wings were a boon navigating the trash-riddled streets and alleys of Inferno, and he was able to reach his destination with minutes to spare. He found himself standing before a nightclub- a rather lively one, by the sounds of it- in an area not yet part of any major Gang's territory. Quite a place to meet someone incognito.


@Sky
"Well, in short, it's job offers." ARES responds, bringing up a display showing her alarmingly full inbox "Corps are asking for armed escorts for some cargo convoys passing through Inferno sometime this weekend, while apparently every Ganger with your email address is making counter-offers for you to help them with an upcoming raid on some Corporate transports. There is a high probability these are mutually-exclusive offers concerning the same objective, and the sign-up deadline is approaching fast."
Sky
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.
Astra - Helped choose the name for our mascot - Astra.
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Drgs&sharks
@Cobalt
"Holy smokes thats alot of job offers… Ok let me think for a second." Sharkie would think it over for a few seconds as she dug in to her breakfast…if one can call reheated pizza a breakfast. After a few bites she'd speak up again. "Alright lets narrow down the options. Hide those I've never worked with before, and hide those who have tried to pull a fast one on be, then sort by highest paying. If I'm getting involved in something this big then I'm only working with those who are actually reputable with keeping their word and paying up."
Cerebrate
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.
Astra - Helped choose the name for our mascot - Astra.
Passing of the Eclipse - Joined within the first month of public opening and has had at least some activity as of August 3, 2020.

Loves a Demon
@Cobalt
"no gnag has claimed these parts yet, how odd."

any space down here not claimed by one gang or another was usually literally impossible to live in, he quietly wondered if perhaps his flock could make som actual headway without having to twist someone's arm for it… it was unlikely but a man can dream. the othe rpossibility was of course that the corps had for once put in the investment to pacify the region with mercenaries on their own payroll, which meant that he as technically a gang leader was likely in danger.

he entered irregardless, his eyes scanning the crowd.
Cobalt
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.

@Sky
"<<Yes, Ma'am!>>"

He rapidly begins parsing and trimming her unread messages, their contents briefly flashing on-screen before disappearing back to the gradually-dwindling inbox. While most of the text is nigh-unreadable, she can occasionally make out their offers in displayed images or large-font text proclaiming the sums. A concerning number also include dick picks, probably from two-bit gangers expecting them to help sway her opinion in their favor. They weren't particularly impressive.

Finally, only two candidates remain. The first being a major Corp recruiter who Fortuna had worked a job for in her early freelance days; a stern, by-the-book chap with a stick up his ass and a better-than-thou attitude who for all his condescension and criticism of her methods and manners nevertheless fulfilled his end of the deal and left her alone when the job was finished. He probably saw seeking her out as scraping the bottom of the barrel, but the 7-digit sum payable upon completion of the job would imply otherwise.

The second offer was from a gang boss she had made a brief but profitable alliance with after getting caught up in a major turf war that ended in their favor. A cocky fellow; wasn't exactly a big name before the war, but with her help he was able to expand his ranks and territory enough to bring a semblance of stability to the area. Seemed to consider himself the hero of the story and Fortuna his hot babe sidekick, but he wasn't exactly relationship material and a bit of an obnoxious prick on top of that, so their "relationship" didn't exactly last, not that it stopped his messages. Honored his deals when he had the means to; after the first gig, some of his later offers started coming in "installments" as he overestimated how much capital he had to spare, but made up for it by periodically offering "favors" whenever she was on his turf and still owed debts (Might even still owe her, actually.) At least this time he looks to have photographic evidence of the sum he offers in his email, in the form of him perched atop a big enough mountain of credits to rival the Corps offer, while posed in a fashion that probably didn't come out as "cool" or "sexy" as he imagined himself looking in his head.

"<<Was this what you needed?>> Ugh, glad that's over. I can't tell which is worse, Corporate fine print and tracking cookies, or Ganger attachments. I'm going to do a malware check after this…"


@Cerebrate
Inside the club is about what you'd expect; an entire building full of too much noise and too little light. The dance floor packed with bodies writhing in place to bass-filled noise that drowned out conscious thought, lit more by the glowing bands and rods decorating their bodies than by the colored strobes and lasers that danced in tandem with the darkness rather than drive it away. Finding anyone or anything in this den of sensory overload would be difficult indeed, though the bar and booths held promise, if only because the figures that populated them were not in constant motion.

Though he knew not who this "Jack" or "Jenny" was, for certain, a minute's search led him to a person he suspected was a reasonable candidate: a well-groomed figure in a tidy, dark suit sitting nearly invisibly in a shadowy side booth, who stood out for the simple fact that this body wore more clothing than seemingly every other partygoer combined, and was much too clean to have come from Inferno.

He was currently sharing his booth with another pantherine fellow who looked to lead a life of violence, chatting and shaking hands like two businessmen wrapping up a deal.
Sky
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Drgs&sharks
@Cobalt
"You do that ARES but in the mean time…" Just 2, coulda sworn she had more, then again everyone and their mother tries to pull crap the first time someone takes a job for them. Both of those contacts were pretty old too, from before she made it big selling second hand gunships and tanks to third world countries and cartels with private islands who like to pretend like they're countries…but business was slow and she could use a safety net so probably worth getting her hands dirty again. Still her position allowed her to dictate terms this time around. After a few seconds of mental debate she'd call up the local gang boss first, better to be someones first choice than their last resort after all…plus she didn't feel like dealing with neo-Victorianism on a hangover.
Cobalt
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.

@Sky
ARES goes into maintenance mode, going slightly limp as his facial display is replaced with a progress bar that starts slowly filling. Meanwhile, it doesn't take very long for her Ganger contact to pick up.

"Fortuna, is that you? Hey baby, it's been a while! You got my message?"
Coriolanus
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.
Derpy Fur - Prevented Furbooru's terrible fate in April of 2021.
Astra - Helped choose the name for our mascot - Astra.
Passing of the Eclipse - Joined within the first month of public opening and has had at least some activity as of August 3, 2020.

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Upon the rooftop of a two-story building—it's floor-level windows and entrances heavily-barricaded, while upper story ports lined with intimidating razorwire—Konstantin sits in solitude next to the edge, overlooking an Inferno street brimming with foot-traffic. Rather than follow them to whatever venues gathered at tonight, the imposing shark peruses through the pages of a digital document for modern urban warfare, specifically a section on fortified skyscraper defense and attack;

"Fighting within today's largest corporate towers usually ends in victory for whoever is willing to destroy or take control of more of the building to get what they want. If your assailant wants to completely demolish the structure, only a good point defense system or some brave men making a preemptive assault on the attackers will stop them."

"If your opponents are unwilling to destroy the building's interiors, you can control their movements by locking down sections. While this can be tedious for your own movement, it will deny enemy access to convenient travel-ways, forcing them to either 'mousehole' through carefully-selected breach-points, or take unsafe unconventional routes such as moving outside between windows (possibly exposing them to sniper fire). Above all, being prepared with flight-capable or rappelling-gear equipped security, or merely a fleet of airborne drones, can also allow an immediate response against a disoriented or unprepared enemy."

"Sidebar; Although most military-grade equipment is hardened against digital interference, combat in areas with functional mesh infrastructure or where wireless equipment is deployed is crucial, and so electronic security specialists are a valued part of many modern military forces, handling remote teleoperation, information suppression, and communications."

"Lastly, it may be just as easy to win assaults within the tallest of Paradisio's skyscrapers simply by exploiting the nature of "aerie" floors with no route linked down to the groundlevel. Parked enemy aircrafts, landing pads, or even entire hangars are fair game for a counterassault, and capturing an enemy's transportation can provide a valuable bargaining chip for coercing them into surrender…" "Huh…"

As Konstantin continues immersing himself further into the vade mecum, he receives the corporate contract bid for sneakernet protection, turning his attention to it for details, or at least where to securely receive more details in person for the contract.
Cerebrate
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.
Astra - Helped choose the name for our mascot - Astra.
Passing of the Eclipse - Joined within the first month of public opening and has had at least some activity as of August 3, 2020.

Loves a Demon
@Cobalt
Aseliel quietly committed that pantherine to memory, it was clearly someone with a name among the gangs. and in these parts, one of the last unclaimed turfs, that usually meant bad things for anyone not part of the gangs, specifically of the gang that won the soon to be turf battle.

when he left Aseliel was quick to take his place.
"good evening, Jack."
Cobalt
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.

@Coriolanus
The contract offers a significant sum payable upon completion of the job, even giving options for shares in the client company stock; they must be desperate to outbid the gangs to obtain his services. To accept this offer, he is to meet with a Corp liason- a Jenny in Inferno lingo- who will be waiting for him at a bar in a specified address for a few more hours, after which she will depart and he will be assumed to have declined the contract. Attached is an encrypted file that will serve as his formal contract, which he will present to her upon their meeting to finalize the terms and sign under her supervision.

Fine print at the bottom of the email specifies that meeting with her will be considered an implicit acceptance of the job, and failure to show up at the agreed-upon time and place or acceptance of any competing offers following this one will be considered breach of trust punishable by legal action. Which for the Corps has been known to include more than mere lawsuits…


@Cerebrate
The figure blinks in confusion "Have we met?"
Coriolanus
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.
Derpy Fur - Prevented Furbooru's terrible fate in April of 2021.
Astra - Helped choose the name for our mascot - Astra.
Passing of the Eclipse - Joined within the first month of public opening and has had at least some activity as of August 3, 2020.

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@Cobalt
Donning his ensemble minus the star-emblazoned helm*, and over it all a coat* to conceal the carried arsenal, Konstantin delves outside into the street below, blending in and disappearing—as best-inconspicuous as he can despite his tall stature—amidst the flow of the crowds, then emerges at the stated address.
Cerebrate
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.
Astra - Helped choose the name for our mascot - Astra.
Passing of the Eclipse - Joined within the first month of public opening and has had at least some activity as of August 3, 2020.

Loves a Demon
@Cobalt
"in a different life, in a different world, with different options, maybe. i had a few questions, regarding in particular the lives of those down here."
Cobalt
Birthday Fur - Joined within the first year of the site operation and has had significant amount of activity as of June 1, 2021.

@Coriolanus
The address is an old bar & grill joint in one of the few quiet parts of Inferno. Not a popular place to be sure, just an old-fashioned joint that looks to be kept alive by nostalgia for times long gone and the patronage of a few dedicated regulars, but given its condition, probably not for much longer.

The inside is only a marginal improvement. While slightly less neglected than the outside, it is very clear that the establishment's staff are fighting a losing battle against time and entropy, if they haven't already surrendered to a better-paying employer. The lights are dim and outdated, the wallpaper and posters are tattered and peeling, and an honest-to-God jukebox is crooning out decades-old music from outdated storage media. Konstantin can feel his wireless reception drop like the temperature of the air chugging from the venue's ancient air conditioning system the moment he steps inside.

A lone patron sits quietly at the bar ahead of him, female, he suspects, with vulpine features visible under her dark coat and business attire. She and her outfit are clearly the least oldest things in this building, if not the cleanest in this entire block of Inferno, with the electronic briefcase in her lap being the most advanced piece of technology in this building not currently on Konstantin's person. He looks to have found his Jenny.
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