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 Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 9:59 pm
Yue Belmont Lord Sithious Phoenix347 Lord Sithious (BUMP! Sorry, getting impatient, wanting to get this chaotic show on the road! xp ) Give 1-2 days for profiles to be finished and sent in... These kind of things don't start up in a day you know... (True, suppose I'm just used things falling together more quickly. xp Back years ago, there were times a roleplay could actually get itself running and moving in almost a day, but times have changed. And on the other hand, keeping this on the guild front page as active is one of the easiest ways to advertise to anyone who might be online. xP) I just sent mine in! lol (Thank you, just remember to use the OOC to mention things like this, we don't want this page to get too cluttered with OOC stuff. xP)
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 8:09 pm
Username: Yue Belmont
Name: Snow Kaylen
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race/Nationality/Species: British, born in the UK. Wales, to be exact.
Orientation: Gay
Personality: Charming, manipulative, stubborn and acts like he's cold hearted when really, he is actually very kind. He only does so to prevent himself from getting close to people.
Rank: Founded his own corporation when he was 18, youngest in the country to do so. Had funding from the US government due to his past connections to them, and the potential they saw. Also does a lot of work as an assassin, usually working for the CIA or other intelligence agencies that need him (usually US allies). Despite his age, he's proven quite adept at it.
Occupation: Trained to be an assassin since he was fourteen by his father and mother, and a very secretive section of the CIA. This is what led to his current career as an assassin. Founder of Kaylen K. Corp. (A corporation specializing in cybernetic implants, and training of soldiers, assassins, etc. who use them). Has over five thousand employees, also owns over 55 business properties all over the world. Published three books, one when he was 15 and two when he was 17. They were all "fictions" based on cybernetics, and raising "super soldiers". The books were published under a pseudonym until he was 18 and publicly came out as their author. Due to how realistic the content actually was, the CIA quickly realized how much he understood the program they put him through, and how much potential he showed in possibly improving that. His knowledge of cybernetics was also displayed quite heavily, so they funneled money to him through "investors" to help him start his own company. They purchase some of their cybernetics from other scientists, but they work on weaponizing them and making them more suited for special combat.
Education: Graduated high school at 15, 4.3 GPA. College at 18, business degree & criminology degree with a focus on psychology. Also learned much about cybernetics on the side. A child protege to be sure, the CIA and his parents made sure that as well as growing up to be a superb weapon, he would also grow up to be extremely intelligent.
Factions: As far as Snow is concerned, you are his ally until he is either ordered to kill you or until you do something that concerns him and his trust in you.
Religion/Philosophy: Catholic Christian.
Political Ideals: Allied with many people of many different political backgrounds. He, himself, is a democrat.
Biography: Born to a Scottish CIA agent & an American special victims investigator, Snow never stayed in one place for to long. Wherever they did go, it always lasted at least a month's stay in some five star hotel which consisted of whispers and mysterious phone calls, files filling up the bed & Snow being called out for some special training. It was never about the family for his parents; they worked, and he & his sister trained. They were merely baggage. Not much to say until Snow graduated, which is when he published his first of three books and went to college. He was 15. In the books, he demonstrated a strong understanding for how the CIA program to raise "super soldiers" worked (though in the story, he made no mentions of the CIA, and passed this off purely as fiction). That along with the understanding of cybernetics he was showing pushed the CIA to look into this book series more, but they never found the author. Not until Snow turned 18 and publicly acknowledged himself as the writer. Seeing how well their project had succeeded, this small section of the CIA helped fund a new cybernetics business, while also working on getting him to better establish and improve upon their "super soldier program", which consisted of heavy brainwashing, cybernetic body modifications, and constant, intense physical training. It should be noted, this program is extremely top secret, and highly possible some sections of the CIA (and even the President himself) are unaware of it's existence.
Skills: Fighting, killing, business, drawing & writing, sports.
Transportation: Whether it be by air, sea or ground; Snow always has a way to get to where he needs to be. (Though, he prefers jets and planes.)
Home: Since his work requires him to travel a lot, Snow doesn't have just one home; he has several. One in America, two in Germany & two in Italy as well as three in Wales and two in Asia. 6 out of 10 of these were passed down to Snow by relatives (some of whom got them through working with the CIA) while he bought the other four himself.
Likes: Animals, people, art, reading & writing, water (especially rain,) and movies / music.
Dislikes: Spiders.
Weapons: Katana as well as a 9mil handgun, a silenced Desert Eagle, a silenced sniper rifle for the special contracts, throwing knives & a hidden dagger.
Clothing: Black suit with white button up, blood red tie, and red scarf on the cold nights.
Powers: His sight and speed were enhanced when he was just a boy. He went in for a surgery to fix his eyes, however; the government's doctor went in and enhanced his eyesight to 80/20 by adding some cybernetic implants. His speed and reflexes were a little harder to change, requiring gene manipulation which partly was affected through puberty. The result was his body makeup changed to allow him to run and move faster than the average person. It's even quite possible he would out pace most Olympic runners. Otherwise, he is perfectly normal. His Sister: Username: Yue Belmont
Name: September Kaylen
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race/Nationality/Species: British, born in the UK. Wales, to be exact.
Orientation: Lesbian
Personality: Charming & manipulative, like her brother. Very kind, intelligent. Very outspoken, influential.
Rank: Does a lot of work as an assassin, usually working for the CIA or other intelligence agencies that need her (usually US allies). A talent she shares with her brother. She is quite known in the world on her own, having disappeared when she was 15. She's also a author, more famous than her brother though both of the series she's written have been posted under pseudonyms under the direction of her mother so as not to be found by Snow.
Occupation: Trained to be an assassin since she was fourteen with her brother and by her father and mother, and a very secretive section of the CIA. This is what led to her current career as an assassin. Published six books, a series when she was 15 and 16, and another series when she was 18. One series was based on her family while another was based on a cybernetics lab. Like her brother, her knowledge of cybernetics was also displayed quite heavily in her second series, so they tracked her down and formally offered her a job. This was one she would formally accept once she came out of hiding.
Education: Graduated high school at 15, right before her disappearance, 4.5 GPA. (Higher than her brother's due to the clubs she participated in as well as captaining both the Soccer and the Softball team her first year starting.) She did not attend any college, though she followed her brother's focus on psychology as well as did a lot of medical research herself. She also learned all about cybernetics on the side.
Factions: Mostly the same allies as her brothers.
Religion/Philosophy: Catholic Christian.
Political Ideals: Allied with many people of many different political backgrounds. She's a democrat.
Biography: Born to a Scottish CIA agent & an American special victims investigator, September and her family never stayed in one place for to long. Wherever they did go, it always lasted at least a month's stay in some five star hotel which consisted of whispers and mysterious phone calls, files filling up the bed & the kids being called out for some special training. It was never about the family for her parents; they worked, and she & her brother trained. They were merely baggage. She disappeared when she was fifteen, her whereabouts for the last five years, unknown. (Facts about her disappearance will come to light.)
Skills: Killing, medical work, and writing.
Transportation: Can get around in any form, prefers jets.
Home: She inherited two homes from her family, though she hasn't exactly stayed in one place by choice.
Likes: Water, music and kids.
Dislikes: Spiders.
Weapons: Katana, same as her brother.
Clothing: lavender top and black skirt
Powers: Her sight and speed were enhanced when she was a girl, along with Snow. The government's doctor went in and enhanced their eyesight to 80/20 by adding some cybernetic implants. Her speed and reflexes were a way harder to change, more than even her brother, requiring gene manipulation which partly was affected through puberty. The result was her body makeup changed to allow her to run and move faster than the average person as well as faster than her brother. Otherwise, she is perfectly normal. Before her disappearance: After:
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 2:21 am
Important Events.
2018
Russia annexes a small portion of Ukraine's Eastern territories. Despite the outcry of many nations, sanctions are eventually lifted to avoid further conflict.
China continues disputes over territories in the seas around Asia.
2023
More groups of Russian speakers begin to "rebel" in ex-Soviet nations, demanding the right to be annexed by Russia. Though Russia assists rebels, not much changes.
China begins production of new warships. Continue disputes over sea territories.
2030
Russian President Vladimir Putin passes away, Prime Minister Dimitry Medvedev pushes for Viktor Ivanov as new party leader and Presidential candidate for the United Russia Party. He wins, and both he and Medvedev continue to switch between President and Prime Minister in future elections.
China begins setting up a few oil rigs in waters claimed by other nations. The nations claiming sovereignty took their cases to the UN, but eventually the UN caved to China, finding no significant way to deter their actions.
2038
At the age of 19, Vincent Roberts has changed his name from the original name he carried (his father's) to his own. During this same year, he ran a campaign across British Columbia (which caught fire in other provinces) simply called "Don't Bother Voting". He laid out why he disagreed with voting for any of the current parties, and as a result, Canada faced one of the lowest voter turn outs in history.
2040
Vincent announces the formation of the New Social Credit Party, based on some of his own principles, mixed with some principles from it's original founder, C.H. Douglas.
Tensions begin mounting again in Europe as Russian speakers in some countries start to demand annexation by Russia again. The sparks of nationalism start to crackle across Europe and Russia.
The Islamic Caliphitic State (ICS) terrorist movement starts up in the Middle East, built up partly from remnants of ISIS.
Boko Haram and other terrorist groups in Africa continue to wage rampant wars.
The Tokyo Incident occurs (a Chinese nuclear submarine is spotted in the bay of Tokyo before quietly disappearing again, China denies this occurred).
US attempts small combat ops against ICS and a few dictatorial regimes in the Middle East. The combat against ICS meets with some success, but the attempts to remove bad regimes results in many civilian casualties, forcing the US to back out after 9 months before the war started to look too much like Iraq.
2043
British Overseas and National Development Industries (AKA B.O.N.D. Industries) and Britannia Private Military Company are both established by Vincent Roberts, with some private financial backing. They purchase British Aerospace (a military weapons manufacturer), a number of PMC's, a number of green energy companies (including Tesla Motors), and a few robotics companies. They begin construction of a number of projects (including a skyscraper and military base in Cairo) immediately.
2044
Under the orders of Vincent Roberts, soldiers from his PMC perform decisive attacks against a number of terror groups in Africa, the ICS, and Russian Rebel groups in Europe, dealing devastating blows to all of them, nearly wiping out ICS, Boko Haram (and others), and forcibly disarming large chunks of Russian rebel groups (those who weren't disarmed likely left to Russia quite quickly).
These victories were established by what Roberts has called "Ironman Suits", nicknamed after the Marvel hero. The suits can't fly, but they are almost completely bullet proof, run on some state-of-the-art energy sources, and maneuver almost perfectly to how a human would. This "power armor" made them almost invincible (though it came at massive costs), and has established Roberts' companies as being comparable to a military superpower.
They are currently the only group on Earth to have weapons like this, which has caused many nations (and the UN) to demand he hand over all rights to the weapons.
2046
The NSCP is running in a huge number of countries and is demanding new elections be held in the wake of growing global tensions. As technology has improved and military armament has increased, we are looking at a much more dangerous world today than before.
How will you act in these days of change?
Note! There is a new country in existence now as well, so you're all aware. I'll give you a quick rundown of it.There is a territory at the top of Norway that has quite a heavy Finnish population, known as Finnmark, and an area beside that called Troms. During a period of Russian aggression towards Finland around 2018, refuges flocked here from Finland, and other nations trying to avoid the tensions being stirred up in Eastern Europe. This ended up populating this previously low populated area quite quickly. Because of the already existing Finnish population, and the area's disputes over which area that region should belong to, the region broke off of Norway, while trading some territories it held to Finland for other territories, (to make it more difficult for Russian aggressors to enter the region) and formed their own new independent nation: Annar. Over the next few decades, the region started to develop it's own distinct "hybrid" language, and also a great deal of new infrastructure that allowed the region to become quite a technological marvel. Smart investments and trade helped to secure it financially, and now it has a standard of living similar to Norway and Sweden, and a population close to 5 million people. The nation is also renowned for it's marvelous medical technologies, which have allowed them to be very competitive internationally, and as a result they have very strict laws about the trading of information of what might be considered "state assets". One other reason for the region's break off from Norway (and their decision not to join Finland) is that the locals in this region were more open to accommodating the refuges that fled here. Though Norway wasn't outright deporting refuges, they were making it difficult to pursue new lives there. Annar changed that, and now these refuges make up a critical part of the nation's work force, and consumer base. It's been relatively win-win all around. The region's largest ethnic populations are the Sami people, Finns, and Norwegians. With the new independence of the region though and a vast increase in agriculture and technology, the Sami and Finn populations have both prospered quite heavily, and the region has attracted many more Sami people to it (looking for their own unique homeland most likely).
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 2:54 am
Vincent walked down the dimly lit, concrete corridor which was part of this new outdoor theater's backstage. It seemed rather sterile, devoid of life. He always preferred older stuff, Victorian era especially. This just had no charm or beauty at all, but he did what he must.
Finally, the door way came in sight, a man with a headset on yelling something into the mic (so he could be heard over the noise from outside) was signalling Vincent through the door. Vincent gave a kind smile and a nod as the door was opened, and he climbed a small set of stairs. 'Breathe.' He thought to himself.
Vincent appeared on stage, lights blaring down at him to make him visible to the crowd of a few thousand people before him. He waved as he walked up to the podium, placed his hands on it, and looked somewhat awkwardly at the crowd. "You know, this just won't do." He said speaking into a mic. Vincent picked up the podium, moved it to the side of the stage, grabbed the mic from it, and retook center stage. "Much better." He said with a smile as a few chuckles came from the audience.
"I'm sorry that I can't talk for too long tonight folks, but my days are busy, what with trying to run a company and still talk to you. I figure if I'm not running the country, I can at least tell you why I should be." He smirked a bit as a bit more chuckling occurred. "Some folks would call the NSCP's social reform ideas 'charity', you know? But we aren't asking the rich to give to the poor. No, we're asking the people as a whole, humanity, to help each other!" Vincent paused for a moment. "I'm actually quoting someone with that, or rather paraphrasing them. Who would you folks say the worst murderer in history was, anyone want to chime in on that?" As he expected, he got a resounding reply of what any normal person would say: Hitler.
Vincent nodded his head back and forth, considering it a bit. "Well, that happens to be who I'm quoting. Hitler, the worst murderer in history, so we say. But you know, there's a few things to be said for Hitler. We all know what Hitler judged people on, what he viewed as a worthy reason for mass murder. It was race. But you know what he didn't judge people on? Their financial worth. Hence that quote."
There was another pause from Vincent while he let people take that in. "Hitler killed 11 million people, give or take. That's a lot. Stalin may have killed more though, as did Mao Zedong. Don't talk about them a whole lot. What Hitler did was genocide, and was unforgivable, but do you know how many people die from poverty? Almost 22'000 children every, single, day. In about 4 more years, do you know how many children will have died since about the year 2000? Almost 400 million, give or take, from these last 50 years. That's almost 40 times the number of people Hitler killed. Our negligence of the poor, our refusal to help them, has killed more people than one of the most evil men in history, and we didn't even have to lift a finger to do it."
One final moment of silence, to let what Vincent said sink in. "The New Social Credit Party isn't here to be a scary tax monster, we're here to put a stop to human cruelty, to the suffering millions must go through every year. We're asking for an election because this has to end. Humanity can't keep throwing people into the meat grinder, it's morally wrong. We can help each other, and we must. If not for morality, then for the survival of our species. I will not stand by and watch millions of children die while we whine about bad internet connections or cracked phone screens. The culture of apathy and human cruelty must end, because when we are all safe in this world, we will all move forward."
Vincent went silent and waited a moment. The crowd erupted into cheering for him, the message clearly having hit home in some way. He smiled, nodded, and waved at the audience, before turning to look behind himself to signal over lady in a suit. She was the candidate running for this area's seat of parliament. Vincent shook her hand, and walked off stage (to allow her to speak now) while giving the 'V for Victory' sign to the crowd. Once he was backstage, he sat down, feeling exhilarated. He always was nervous before getting on stage, but always calmed down after about 5 minutes, where he would start to almost crave it.
He tilted his head up and watched a T.V. screen that showed his speech. It was getting aired probably in quite a few countries, though it wasn't his biggest speech, certainly not his last either. He was obviously quite excited as well to see the Fox News response, but that would have to wait. He had more pressing matters to deal with.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 1:40 pm
"Just tell the Chinese we aren't interested in trading with them at the moment.." Snow coughed quietly and listened to his associate and current Manager of the companies goods & trades section speak, his deep red eyes narrowing. "This isn't up for debate, Michael. Children aren't like guns, they're human beings. Now do your ******** job and tell them we will not be trading with them." Hanging up, Snow looked around his office; it spanned a whole entire floor, at the very top floor of his building: level 12. There was a pure white sofa & loveseat with black tiled flooring, Snow's desk and Italian comfort chair as well as three flat screens integrated into one wall. Currently playing was Vincent Robert's speech, something Snow had been waiting for. As he watched, Snow's assistant, Ana, came in and waited patiently.
"What is it, Ana? I'm in the middle of something."
"It's just, Sir.. You have a phone call." Waving her away, Snow picked up the receiver and waited for Ana to transfer the call to his line. Hearing the familiar click, Snow sighed as he waited for the caller to speak.
"Mr. Kaylen, it's Michael again. China said they already have a... Shipment making it's way to you."
"God damn it, Michael. I told you we don't trade children back and forth, that's not what this company is about." Sighing once more at the insolence of his employee, Snow waved for Ana to come in and hung up on the now blubbering idiot that was Michael Li. "Get Vincent Roberts on the phone, now."
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 2:32 pm
||Akuro Spade||
||Location; Paris, France||
||Company; Guards & ICS Representative||
||OOC; Shady dealer listening to opera while dealing with a terrorist faction, keeping his calm and offering high-priced, high-tech weapondry? How many cliches did I hit with this? XD || The opera singer's voice was absolutely beautiful. The orchestra kept in perfect harmony with her voice, resounding throughout the large opera house. The tickets were some of the most expensive in the world, but entirely worth it. Some reviewers might say the singer had the closest voice to an angel, and Akuro Spade would happily agree. Sitting in one of the closest boxes overlooking the opera, Akuro swung his hand in tempo, being in practical bliss with her voice. He guards kne not to break his enjoyment, so they held back the middle eastern man until the curtain dropped for the intermission. Only then did they approach and whisper about the representative, who they showed to the chair next to Akuro. "How are the Barrus rifles my friend?" "We have only recieved 20, and you promised us 100!" "Quiet your voice. We're in a public place. I sent 20 because you only provided 20.3% of the promised transaction. Until you complete the payment, that is all you will be getting." "You don't know who you're messing wi-" "Please don't start up any cliches... I feeel like I've dealt with enough for today." Akuro rubbed his temples as if it was a headache. "We're barely able to pierce those Ironman suits without the Barrus, and you don't make them cheap." "If they were cheap, everyone would have them. Are you here to make the payment or wasting my time?" "We demand you provide the rest of the shipment immediately!" Akuro just sighed before looking over to the man for the first time since he arrived. "You don't provide the pay, you don't get the goods. I'm not providing a charity here."The lights began to dim again and Akuro waved for the man to be taken away. He didn't want the play to be interrupted by business at all. One of the guards quickly whispered, reminding of a call from Yakigima's testing site about their project, before the curtain rose. He rushed back as Akuro settled in for the rest of the opera.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 5:23 pm
Greg switched off the aging video display in the bunker he was currently working out of, cutting off the noise and sight of a cheering crowd at Robert's latest speech. Sighing, he turned his attention to the aging Russian PTRS-41 anti-tank rifle in front of him. He muttered to himself, in an annoyed tone,
"What is it with kids? Do this for the kids, that for the kids."
He checked the bore, rifling was still good. Barrel still straight, no excessive wear.
"Forty times the number of people Hitler killed, bah. Give the man a break. He only had seven good years. Give him the half-century time frame you're using here, probably could've evened things out."
He took a look at the trigger mechanism, everything still in working order. Magazine still accepted rounds, still held them in place.
So...... What? We save a whole buncha kids, great. Now those kids grow into adults, and nowadays adults just seem to live ********' ever, sucking up everything. Where's your Lebensraum, Roberts? How exactly do you propose to feed, clothe, house, all these extra people? With your own funds? Maybe in part, but you want good folk like myself.... Actually scratch that, to think of it I haven't paid taxes in years. But you expect the rest of us to foot that bill."
He aimed downrange, sight picture still clear, all that was left was to fire it. Remembering the last incident, he grabbed ear protection off the workbench and hastily put it over his ears.
"SORRY ROBERTS, BUT I LIKE THINGS THE WAY THEY ARE NOW. COVER YOUR EARS, IT'S GONNA GET LOUD!"
After a brief pause in order to accommodate anyone else still in the bunker at this time of night, Greg let loose with the rifle, sending five rounds of Russian 14.5x115mm downrange into his target with a deafening roar that echoed off the concrete walls of the underground facility. When the last shot finished found the target, a chunk of discarded plate armor, he took off his ear protection, and pulled his clipboard over.
"Righty then, this one's good. That brings the total to..... six. Four more to go for tonight."
He leaned back in his chair, thinking. He wished he was able to get his hands on a set of that armor Roberts' Contractors used. It'd be much easier to figure out what it took to stop one if he could take it apart, or even just shoot it with a variety of weapons. He added that to his checklist. Who knew though, maybe it wouldn't take that much. It was a personal suit, not a full-sized tank.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 6:09 pm
Richard opened the hard wood door and entered into a dimly lit, but richly decorated room. It seemed like the sort of place you'd meet the kind of people he was meeting, but one tends to be a little surprised when they learn only at that moment that one of those people will be the Prime Minister of Great Britain.
Taking a good, long look around the room, Richard noted most of the men here were from the Service, or were British politicians, a lot of them from opposing parties, which also seemed strange. The Prime Minister was the first to stand. "Ah, Mr. Tregaron! Lovely to be finally meeting you!" The two men shook hands briefly. "Likewise sir." Richard said with a nod.
An older, balding man at the head of the table cleared his throat. "Well gentlemen, shall we begin?" Spoke the director of MI6. The Prime Minister merely nodded, and Richard sat down. A projector at the end of the table turned on, and pictures and video clips were played for the next half hour as the debriefing went on. Turned out that Victor Roberts, who he'd been watching on television not 10 minutes ago, had some secrets of his own.
Richard was silent when the debriefing ended, and he looked to the other men to hear what they had to say. The director spoke up, and quite plainly. "So Richard, it's quite obvious the issue we all see here. We can't say for certain how accurate this information is, but regardless, we do not think Mr. Roberts is someone who should be trusted with any political position above campaign manager. But we can't really do much as of yet. We'll be teaming you up with the CIA, to keep an eye on Roberts. We don't want him dead yet, but if it comes to that, it comes to that. For now though, we have certain information that that might not be necessary."
Everything seemed quite straightforward to Richard, so he simply nodded along. "And what do you think will make it unnecessary exactly?" Richard asked curiously. The Prime Minister smirked. "As it just so happens, the UN is getting quite sick of him. We will be demanding his presence there to lambast him on a number of issues, including his refusal to share information on some of the weapons he's developed. If all goes well, he may just have to step down completely, or he might even be arrested!"
The director nodded, but raised a hand to silence everyone. "We'll see how it all works, but for now, we want you to go to America and get yourself settled in with the CIA. The rest will unfold as it unfolds."
Richard nodded, standing up and giving a slight bow of the head to the men in the room. "For Britain." He said with serious monotony. "For Britain." The other men replied. Leaving through the hard wood doors once again, Richard began to already make out his travel plans in his head. Time to work on his country's "special relationship".
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 8:48 pm
(OOC: Note to everyone! New country exists as well on our version of Earth, please go and read the end bit of my "important events" post here on page 2.)
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 9:37 pm
"Put it over there...." a feminine voice said as they oversaw the shipment that came in. Honestly, the girl had better things to do with her time than running the shipping department, but she had fired the ignorant fool who let her merchandise drop and until she can fill the position she would rather take care of the most important departments that give her company life. After some time, another female walked in and bowed. "Ms. Leila...you should watch the news. There's supposed to be a speech that is supposed to interest you. You told me to remind you remember? As well, here are the files from the research department." she said looking at the redheaded girl.Leila looked away for a moment and nodded. "All right. I'll be there soon. We're almost done here. Thank you, Sasha." she replied as the last of her shipment was finally put into place. She signed off on it and with her secretary walked to her office.
Her company, Annpharm, has become quite popular since she discovered cures for different diseases. It was most known for her cure of the White Sickness, a disease where one goes blind with cataracts and eats the body from the inside slowly. It mostly affected those who were young and healthy and one who was affected was killed or burned with their items. She mentally shuddered at the horror. It nearly spread to the capital city. She roused herself from her thoughts as she made her way to her desk. She sat down and turned on the TV just in time for Vincent to start his speech. It seemed that he had similar interests for the people like she does. After awhile, the news station of Annar went on with a debate talking about said speech.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 1:56 am
(Time for some debating I suppose? xd )
Vincent's speech caused a bit of a stir in the media, especially with more right wing news groups, like Fox News. At this very moment, Hank O'Leary (the man who basically took over the O'Reilly, and who is also surprisingly part Irish) was having an interview with an NSCP spokesman, Roger Fairview.
O'Leary: So let me get this straight; your guy, Roberts, is basically calling the rich the source of genocide? Color me skeptical, but that sounds a lot like Fascist rhetoric.
Fairview: *chuckles a bit* Hank, we're not calling for the execution of the rich, merely fair and reasonable taxation, fair and reasonable business transactions with poorer people, and fair and reasonable employment and payment. We're not calling for Communism, let's get the straight. We want to encourage businesses, farms, and self-development in the third world to help them achieve better standards of living, so fewer people need die.
O'Leary: Yes, but this treats the rich like criminals! They donate money to charities to help, are you saying that means nothing?
Fairview: As a matter of fact Hank, in the grand scheme of things, it isn't. Charity money doesn't put a dent in fixing poverty, because it is always trying to address the symptoms, never the disease. The need schools and educations, water purification plants, farms, and a sturdy enough economy to support all these things. Charity is meaningless because all it's done is helped a few select villages, when in reality they need national change. That's how we'll stop some of these deaths.
O'Leary: Great, so then then the world can become overpopulated too? Death needs to happen, it helps keep the population in check!
Fairview: The entire reason there are so many of these people is that they all have 5 or 6 children BECAUSE of the massive likelihood half those kids will die! We increase the over all standards of living, which means parents can start to use safe sex and use protections, which means fewer births will occur.
(I'm too tired to finish the rest I think. XD I may have to finish it tomorrow. )
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 1:23 pm
Leaning back in his chair, Snow picked up the little red ball from it's place on his desk and began to throw it up in the air. Throw, watch, catch. The Chinese were irking his damn nerves with this shipment business; he told them time and time again that children are not up for trade but did they listen? No. Throw, watch, catch. Who the hell did they think they were? Snow was one of the wealthiest men in the world at this point, yet the Chinese thought they could walk all over him? Throw, watch, catch. Bringing children over here to train them as super soldiers was like sentencing them to death, but who knew what they were thinking? Snow stood up and continued to think, still throwing the ball up over & over again. He hated that because of his age, people underestimated him. He tried to be kind, but it was hard when they treated him like he was a child. Angrily, Snow turned around, throwing the ball at the window. He watched as it shattered, millions of tiny pieces of glass falling to the floor.
"Sir.. Uh. We can't seem to get ahold of Roberts at the moment." Whipping around, Snow saw Ana standing in the doorway. Her body was halfway hidden by the door and he could tell that she was terrified.
"I'm sorry, Ana.. Get me Leila.. Jesus Christ, it doesn't matter. Please, just get me someone on the phone who can help me deal with this China nonsense. Do you think you can handle that, Ana? Or have I scared you to much for you to do your job?" Shaking her head, Ana stood there quietly, her eyes feeling up with tears. "Oh, and Ana?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Get someone to fix this window by tomorrow evening. Also, I'm going to leave fifty dollars on your desk when I leave. Treat yourself tonight, okay?" Snow felt bad for yelling at the girl; after all, it wasn't her fault that Robert's was impossible to get on the phone. She was just an assistant and Snow was just an a*****e. Coughing, Snow returned to the center of his office and began to pace around the room. What was he going to do? Russia and Germany were ready to trade the children with him as well as Africa, but Snow refused every offer he got. These weren't weapons or food or movies, they were human beings. He got at least three phone calls a day from some country wanting to send their most intelligent little ten year olds and as valuable as they could be to the Agencies as well as Snow's company, Snow just couldn't bring himself to allow such a horrible thing.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 2:20 pm
Arden had watched the broadcast of Vincent Robert's speech on the television in a bar. He had ordered a drink but hadn't touched it since it had been placed in front of him. Instead his focus was on the follow up report for the speech now playing on the news. In all honesty, Arden wasn't one for getting involved in politics. He played a part in it to be sure, but he never chose sides. As he watched O'Leary and Fairview debate their views, he leaned an elbow on the counter and put his hand to his face. They both had fair arguments, but honestly, they spoke as if making a decision on the matter would make any difference at all. Even if the politicians managed to solve some problems, new one's would spring back up and there would never be a guarantee that their original solutions would even stick. That's why Arden hated politics. They were over complicated and never made much of a difference anyway.
At least the political events coming up would stir up some strong feelings from people with lots of money. That meant Arden would likely be getting a job soon. About time too, his cash was running thin. He didn't care who the client was or what they wanted him to do, as long as it payed well. For now it was just a waiting game to see who would hire him for what and when. Sooner was better.
With a bored sigh, Arden layed his head on the counter and walked his fingers across it's surface like a child might while playing. He still wasn't terribly interested in that drink. Mostly he had just come here to watch the speech. As much as he hated politics, it was smart to keep up with the current events revolving around them, especially in his line of work. Even though it often bored him, he liked being informed on everything he worked with. His past experience in the military was most likely the cause of this. They never informed him of what his jobs really implied and he was not eager to go through that again. Arden hated being out of the loop more than he hated the political motives that caused his line of work to be.
Finally growing too bored to stand it any longer, Arden took a single sip of the drink and dropped a small tip before getting up off the stool and leaving the bar. Once outside, he walked around to the back of the place in the alleyway and checked his disposable cell for any hit requests, as was the sole purpose of the device. Nothing. He shoved it back in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes instead, pulling one out and placing it between his lips before lighting it and leaning against the wall of the bar he had just exited to smoke and think for a moment.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 5:04 pm
Leila eventually turned off the TV. She gets bored of the politics sometimes spoken and then taken out of context. In her opinion, if some of the poorer countries tried, they can improve themselves quickly just like Annar, instead of complaining of the state of things. She shook her head as if disgusted. It was why she loved her country so much and worked so hard. The people were kind here and even if war would reach their borders, the Annarens are a proud and sturdy people. She was contemplating her work, checking documents and such when her phone rang. She looked a little surprised when she saw that it was from Snow.
"Annpharm, this Leila, who is it?" she answered quickly. She got the voice of Ana the usually timid girl was more shy than usual. Hearing the girl's reply, the red-head sighed. "All right, dear, just put Snow on the phone." she said gently. She didn't understand why the secretary stayed working there if she was terrified, but people do things that they must to survive and kind hearted people like Ana were no different.
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