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Dark Moon: Dystopian Utopia Edition Ace_noir!SCREenPLaY 789476[View All]

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>Welcome to Dark Moon!

#Pseudo-canon: Open Equestria#Ask/Invite#Cyberpunk
>This is a thread set in the near-future year of 1997, where Harmony has fallen to the forces of greed, mistrust, and violence. It's a dark world that the people inhabit, but there are points of light out there in the darkness…. And great evils. It's a time of terrorists, spies, renegades, and mercenaries. Of law, and lawlessness. Hope, for most of the populace, has long been extinguished, and magic slowly starts to vanish from the world, as mysterious forces both corporate and ancient make plays to control the populace…
>This is the world of the Dark Moon.
>[Character note: Corporate heads are reserved for managers only.]

>Eighth Thread: Dystopian Utopia Edition

>Lore: https://docs.google.com/document/d/115UND6WJZin8ufpfxPWAm5SlH0d1DWeincbNT8UJlY0/pub
>Cafeteria(OOC): https://mlpchan.net/rp/res/753975.html
>DataPress Headlines…

"Daedalus announces infrastructure project"
>Earlier this morning it was made public that Daedalus has been planning a large scale infrastructure project for the near future. Location and purpose of this development have not officially released at this time but Daedalus representatives assure us that quote: "Citizens will have a fighting chance at financial gain" upon its completion.
"Possibly curfew for [number]district"
>In the wake of the Serenade butchery during the Vixen's Massacre, The Authority have been pushing for legislation from the CCC allowing the implementation of a curfew in that district for the reputed safety of it's occupants. If they are successful it is unknown at this time how long this curfew would be in place or the punishments for breaking it.
"Citizens warned to avoid Industrial District"
>The authority claim to have reason to suspect the alleged Canterlot Kings have "set up shop" in the abandoned section of that district. Your Cooperation is appreciated.
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>>836122
>He sat there again in silence, returning Michael's smile with that blank semi-reflective look he gave everyone who looked at him.
"...can I see those papers as well?
>It was honestly the best thing he could say without blurting the glaring question on his mind: 'What's the catch?' aside from damaging his pride that is.

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>>836132
>Michael slid them across the table quickly, still smiling.
Of course. Here you are.

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>>836134
>He didn't waste any time getting straight to reading them and silently hoping it was more comprehensible then the first one.

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>>836145
>The second agreement is much simpler than the first one, thankfully. That's not to say that it's any more straightforward than the original -- there's still a lot of incomprehensible legal jargon and apparent contradictions -- but it's a much simpler agreement, and much harder to screw up. The only real difference is there's a section of the form where he has to fill out his bank account information.

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>>836157
*sigh*
>It's not like they wouldn't be able to get that information now that they had his name thanks to being a registered citizen. It may be protected, but someone is always willing to make some extra on the side. Especially here in Canterlot. Besides, he never left credit for long before turning it into cash.
>Swallowing his dignity and his pride, he signed on the dotted lines before solemnly sliding it back across the table.
"..I actually have one more thing to say."

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>>836169
>Michael picks up the packets, places them in his briefcase and closes it.
What would that be?

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>>836171
"I honestly wouldn't have shown up today... or at all for that matter, if one of the other attendees of that event hadn't found me and convinced me. Scaly pony, tentacles on or around his mouth..."
>He put his hand in front of his face with gloved fingers forwards, mimicking the mutants tentacled mouth and then putting them down, realizing that might have been rude to him if he was in the room.
"...'Billy' I think he said his name was."

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>>836183
Hm? Oh, yes... you must be referring to Mr. Dagonovich. Not easy to forget a face like that one...
>Michael chuckles softly and rolls his eyes.
Well, we'll be sure to credit his account, then. Thank you for bringing it to our attention, and thank you for your cooperation.

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>>836186
"Mhh.. you're welcome"
>He sat in the chair fidgeting his fingers in his lap, probably waiting for Michael to dismiss him.

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>>836208
Right, then. I suppose that's--
>Suddenly, Michael cuts himself off mid-sentence. He looks away from Digit, presses his finger to his ear and begins muttering softly to himself.
...
>Eventually, he nods and turns back to Digit, his cheery smile coming back in an instant.
There's just one more thing, Mr. Tollin. In the four months before you signed the nondisclosure agreement, did you tell anyone about what you saw?

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>>836209
"Umm... let me think..."
>He sat there for a while, his helmet blankly staring into nothing before he rubbed it around the areas where his temples would be, sliding them back down to his lap with a sigh as he seemed to be coming up with very little.
"...Aside from when I brought it up for a second when Billy was convincing me, which the topic died before it even started, I don't think so... if I remember any, do you have a card or something I could contact?"

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>>836220
Yes, I do. Just... a moment, please...
>Michael reaches into his shirt pocket, plucks a card out between two fingers and holds it out to Digit. At the same time, he glances away from him and presses his finger to his ear again. He continues muttering for a few long moments, then nods and turns back to Digit.
Excellent. If you think of anyone else who might know about this, be sure to let us know. It's a very... sensitive matter. I'm sure you understand. Oh -- and it should go without saying by this point, but don't tell anyone else, alright?

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>>836223
>From behind his helmet he did his best to follow michaeal's gaze this time, taking the card and putting it in the now spacious flap where his PDA would have been.
"I understand."
>Feeling it was the appropriate time to stand he did so, taking a second to brushoff and unruffle the lower half of his coat he was sitting on.

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>>836230
>He wasn't staring at anything in particular -- just an intriguingly-shaped stain on the floor, from what Digit would be able to tell.
Excellent. I think that's everything, then.
>Michael smiles again, stands up and extends his hand to Digit.
Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Tollin. It's quite a relief to have all the loose ends tied up. The money will be transferred to your account by 9 AM tomorrow.

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>>836235
"Thank you..."
>He shook his hand. Albeit a little longer then intended as a thought crossed his mind.
".......If you need any other, 'outside consultations' I have an open schedule."

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>>836245
>Michael chuckles and grabs his briefcase.
I'll be sure to let my supervisors kno--
>Suddenly, he stops. He blinks, tilts his head down and presses his finger against his ear. He mutters something under his breath which sounds remarkably like "who is this?", falls silent... and then his eyes snap open.
N-No, wait! Stop! I'm only a Pterygota! You have the wrong frequency!
>He falls silent for a few long moments, then lets out a heavy sigh and lowers his hand.
...Er... sorry about that. Internal matter. Nothing to concern yourself with. You should...That'll be all.

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>It's a cold, wet evening on Canterlot -- but then, what evening isn't? But tonight seems worse than most other nights. The weather tonight is the kind of weather that could flood the streets. Just send all the filth and hobos and prostitutes tumbling down the mountain and rinse the city clean. The thunderclaps are still a few seconds after the lightning strikes, though, so that's something, but it's still not very conducive to going outside.

>What a pity, then, that tonight, just after midnight, a burner phone that's been gathering dust on Wolfsbane's desk for months now suddenly jolts to life and begins to ring...

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>>836249
>A pile of blankets on the bed groans and a red haired head pokes out.
...Thass not my ringtone...
>Wolfsbane tries to reach for it and just falls out of bed onto the floor. Her head raises up again, and she crawls for the desk and shoves aside a half-assembled clock and grabs the offending piece of plastic and metal.
>and promptly says something unintelligible after answering.

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>>836263
>A few moments later, the all-too-familiar voice of Stormfront pipes up from the other end.
It's time.

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>>836264
Oh, gods.
>She falls back over into the blankets and groans.
Really?
>She looks up at the now overturned clock and curls up in the blankets again... And sighs.
When and where?

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>>836279
>There's a slight pause here. When Stormfront speaks again, his voice is much quieter than before.
We discussed this. On the night you spoke with Khalini. We need you to head to the building where you tagged Isaac, tonight. It's important.

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>>836280
Right, right... Sorry.
>She sits up and rubs the small burn mark on her cheek where a bullet grazed her.
Yeah. I can get there. Bout... Twenty minutes. Maybe a bit more.

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>>836284
Good. We'll see you then. I...
>Stormfront falls silent for a moment.
...Thank you.
>And then, with a faint click, the line goes dead.

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>>836287
>Wolfsbane sighs, and stands up. Right. Now where were all her clothes?


>Twenty minutes later, she walks up on the scene.

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>>836288
>The rain doesn't let up as Wolfsbane heads down there. If anything, it only gets worse. The thunderclaps seem to get more frequent, and the lightning flashes come almost reliably enough to light her way. But eventually, despite these conditions, Wolfsbane reaches the old, beaten-down district -- and sure enough, the building looks just as run-down and demolished as the day Wolfsbane first snuck into it. Unlike that, however, the doors are wide-open.

Nevermore !NeverGIA4U 836291

>>836289
>Wolfsbane's got a big yellow rainslicker on and an umbrella on above that.
...What a dump.

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>>836291
Sure, but it's practically home now.
>Stormfront saunters out of the shadows and leans against the building's dilapidated doorframe.
Thanks for coming, Wolfsbane.

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>>836293
Heh. Funny.
>She looks the building over and twirls her umbrella. It is absolutely garishly pink.
Why would *Anybody* want to stay in a junkhole like this?
>She nods to Storm and walks past him inside.

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>>836297
We're not staying. This isn't our base right now. We've never been that desperate. Blitz just wanted to perform the ceremony here because it's where you got Isaac. That kind of thing is important to him.
>Stormfront sighs softly and closes the doors behind Wolfsbane.
...We shouldn't keep them waiting, but... do you mind if I ask you something?

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>>836300
...
>Ceremony? Important... What is all this?
...Yeah, it's cool. Ask away.
>...Are these Serenades?... No. They don't shrink from violence... But... Maybe?
>Unfortunately, Wolfsbane's troubled look crosses her face.

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>>836304
...okay...
>Stormfront takes a deep breath and nods.
...This might be a bad time, but... once this is over, do you want to get some coffee?

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>>836305
>Her mouth drops open in surprise. This wasn't the question she was expecting.
Uh...
>She thinks about it for a moment. Just a moment.
Eh. Alright.
>She adjusts her rainslicker and keeps walking.

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>>836310
...
>Stormfront's posture slips a little.
Okay. Good.
>He clears his throat and heads towards the stairwell in the back-right corner of the room.
They're waiting for us upstairs.

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>>836313
>Wolfsbane doesn't stop to wait for him, just keeps right on going. Onwards and upwards.

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>>836321
>When she gets there, she finds that the rest of the team -- Blitz, Strike and Dressing -- are already in the second floor, gathered around what looks like an unlit campfire. There are six small wooden boxes sitting around it, half of which are being watched over by the team. In front of one of them is a large, showy-looking cybernetic arm.
BLITZ: Welcome, Wolfsbane. Your seat is over there.
>Blitz points with a steady hoof to the box that has the arm next to it.
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Nevermore !NeverGIA4U 836326

>>836323
Uh... Okay...
>She heads over to the box and just looks at the arm quizzically before sitting down.
So... what's all this about?
>She looks between all of them.

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>>836326
>The arm is... well, fancy wouldn't be the right word, but it's clearly showing off. It's bright red, covered in slightly grimy chrome, and has a few yellow flames going down the side. Wolfsbane would've seen it before, once -- when it was attached to the thug she tasered in his sleep.
BLITZ: You've done some good work for us, Wolfsbane. You helped us rescue those hostages, made some families happy... and you got Isaac for us. Murdoch can rest a little easier now...
>Blitz hesitates, then clears his throat and continues.
BLITZ: You did good... and we want to offer you a position. We'd like you to join us, Wolfsbane.

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>>836327
>She silently wonders for a moment just what HAPPENED to that thug after his arm was removed. She decides she'd rather not know. Probably shipped somewhere with actual police.
Well, thanks. Nice to know that there was some good done and stuff...
...
>She grows silent. And raises an eyebrow just slightly.
Go on.

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>>837897
>Blitz nods, clears his throat softly and glances up at the ceiling. As he's doing that, Stormcloak slips silently into the room and sits down at the unlit hearth, to Wolfsbane's right.
STRIKE: Nice of you t' join us, Wormtongue.
STORMFRONT: Hm.
>Blitz glances back down and continues.
BLITZ: My... friends and I constitute... a team. We share a bond that can be severed only by death. We scour the underbelly of this city for injustice -- but not your typical, run-of-the-mill injustice, no. A special kind. Sometimes, unregistered citizens get into trouble. The Authority won't help them, obviously, so they have no one to turn to but the CPD. But sometimes, the people that put them in trouble are a little above the CPD's pay grade. And that's where we come in. If you've got a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find us, we can solve your problem for you.

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>>837903
>Wolfsbane's head moves to follow him as he sits down.
>She slowly mouthes 'Wormtongue'?
>Wolfsbane listens to what Blitz has to say.
So. Like, vigilante's then?
I hate to have to ask this...
...You guys aren't Serenades, are you?
>Of course, it's a rather open secret that the Serenades have infiltrated the CPD at several levels.

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>>837932
>Field chuckles and rolls her eyes.
FIELD: No, no... nothing that official, darling. We just like helping people out.
>Blitz nods.
BLITZ: What she said. And yeah, vigilante is a good word for it.

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>>838017
Alright. I'm down.
>She sits up a bit, taking a long look around the room. Her foot taps out a steady cadence, and she rubs her left shoulder for a bit.
So what do you guys call yourselves? You can't mean to tell me that you've been at this for long enough that you haven't got a name for yourselves.

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>>838974
>The room seems just as barren and empty as it was when Wolfsbane infiltrated it... except for the decisive lack of evidence, naturally. That must've been collected some time ago.

>Blitz lets out a soft chuckle and dons an eager smirk. It's clear he's been looking forward to this.

BLITZ: We'll get to that, Wolfsbane. You have to be initiated first. Field... light the fire.
>Field nods and lowers her head. Her horn glows with a faint pinkish glow for a moment, and then a ball of flame pops out of it. It lands squarely on the unlit hearth, which promptly springs up in a ball of yellow flame. At much the same time, Blitz leans down in front of him and opens the wooden box in front of him.
BLITZ: Open the boxes, gentlemen.

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>>838977
>Wolfsbane spends a moment looking around between them.
...If you guys try to put a brand around my ring finger, I might scream.
>Savvy members would catch a popular-culture reference behind Wolfsbane's growing smirk.
...Alright.
>Wolfsbane shrugs, and reaches down to open the box.

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>>838978
>Stormfront chuckles softly, but nobody else seems to notice.
>There's a simple felt cushion inside the box, and resting atop it is some kind of golden amulet on a golden chain. The gold appears to be secondary to the real purpose of the amulet, however -- merely a casing device for the gem inside. The gem isn't as bright as one might expect from such an amulet, but it is immaculately cut... and it's shaped like a bright pink butterfly.

BLITZ: You've shown great promise by reaching this point, Wolfsbane Lang. It is time for that promise to be fulfilled.
>One by one, each of the vigilantes around the fire reach into their boxes and slip similar amulets over their necks. Counter Strike plucks a blue balloon out of his box with one wing and drops it around his neck. Field levitates another amulet fitted with a more conventionally-shaped purple gemstone. Stormfront retrieves an orange apple out of his box and drapes it carefully around his neck. And Blitz wraps his mouth around the chain, tosses it into the air and catches the chain with his neck as it falls, causing the red lightning bolt to bounce unceremoniously against his chest. Only one box remains unopened -- the one to Wolfsbane's left, for whom no one's around to do so.

Nevermore !NeverGIA4U 838981

>>838979
>Wolfsbane raises an eyebrow at the chain and stone, resisting the urge to whistle. Down, larcenous instincts. Down, girl.
...
>She just takes the sight in before turning to the one back in the box. She lifts it up and just lets the chain run through her fingers slowly. She holds it in one hand and lets the other run through her tangled mess of red hair. She turns to each of them, and lets out what can best be described as a determined sigh, and slowly slips the chain over her neck.

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>>838981
>As she touches the amulet and slips it over her head, her larcenous instincts would pick something up very quickly -- the amulet is a fake. It's too light, and it's not as shiny as you'd expect from gemstones and gold. Not to mention, the texture is off. After a few moments of fingering the chain, she'd be easily able to determine that it's made out of some kind of dense plastic. Unless there's some kind of treasure map hidden within the amulet itself, it's probably completely worthless. Kind of disappointing, really.

>Blitz clears his throat and adjusts his amulet, jutting his chest out slightly with obvious pride.

BLITZ: Once upon a time, the land of Equestria was ruled over by virtue. That is no longer the case, but it is something we hope to change. We are the champions of that Equestria's forgotten virtue, clad in the armor of a time gone by. If you wish to don our mantel, Wolfsbane Lang, and join our quest to restore virtue and goodness to this land, you must swear dedication to our cause.
>He glances over towards Stormfront and quietly clears his throat.
STORMFRONT: Do you swear to be honest and true to those who have been deceived?
>There's a brief silence after this, wherein everyone kind of looks at Wolfsbane. Eventually, Blitz sighs softly and picks up where Stormfront left off.
BLITZ: ...Do you swear to be kind and caring to those whose spirits have been crushed?
STRIKE: Do you swear to be a force for positivity and joy for those who have been made miserable?
DRESSING: Do you swear to be generous and benevolent to those who live in poverty and fear?
BLITZ: Do you swear to be loyal and steadfast to those with no one else on their side?
>And then all four of them look Wolfsbane right in the eye and begin speaking in unison.
UNANIMOUS: And above all, do you swear to be a friend to the downtrodden, the poor and all those who have no one else?
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