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Sometime far, far in the future, when humankind had accomplished all it wanted, it quickly collapsed in upon itself. In order to save the extinction of all humankind, beings from other worlds stepped forward to guide the Earth's rebirth. With their kind now in charge, the world quickly recovered from its own devastation and was able to come back as something better than even the original. This was not before the loss of majority of humankind, however -- now Earth was populated mainly by the beings that had initially come to help and ended up remaining. In glittering cities with spotless records undergrounds quickly developed to break free from the uniformity that was becoming expected of all citizens, despite the many differences each one had.
Soren was part of the police force in one of the biggest cities -- Chicago, to be exact -- and fiercely proud of his role in the world. He had been part of the service since he was old enough to join, molded into the perfect little soldier. His ancestors had been original humans, but his bloodline had long since mixed with many other races, mainly in this case the gargoyle tribes 3.4 million light years away. While mainly humanoid, Soren's skin had patches of dark purple crystal and an overall light purple look to it. His long curly black hair was pulled back into a neat ribbon, the hair twisting just right against his long ears embedded with multiple studs. Soren was nearing his 5th year in the force, and his 23rd birthday. He was still young and naive, though his solemn expression would never betray this.
Being part of the police force meant Soren was busy every day of his life, and had danced with death more than once. But for 4 years of his entire career, Soren had been tangling with famous underground club boss Nicholas, looking to crack down on his illegal activities done in back rooms in quiet. But as they had been at it for 4 years, and despite their many fights, Soren felt he had a lot in common with the criminal.
This night, like many, Soren was lounging in Nicholas' club, drinking quietly while surveying the area. It was not so busy tonight, but as always the other club-goers avoided Soren like the plague, knowing that only Nicholas got special treatment when breaking the law, and that was only because Soren hadn't been able to dig up evidence against him in 4 years. Otherwise Soren was rather scary with how quick he would convict someone, all the evidence needed put into a neat folder and presented to the judge and jury. But he was off duty now, leaning back on the open couch and cradling his drink with an absent look in his brilliant violet eyes.
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Sometime far, far in the future, when humankind had accomplished all it wanted, it quickly collapsed in upon itself. In order to save the extinction of all humankind, beings from other worlds stepped forward to guide the Earth's rebirth. With their kind now in charge, the world quickly recovered from its own devastation and was able to come back as something better than even the original. This was not before the loss of majority of humankind, however -- now Earth was populated mainly by the beings that had initially come to help and ended up remaining. In glittering cities with spotless records undergrounds quickly developed to break free from the uniformity that was becoming expected of all citizens, despite the many differences each one had.
Soren was part of the police force in one of the biggest cities -- Chicago, to be exact -- and fiercely proud of his role in the world. He had been part of the service since he was old enough to join, molded into the perfect little soldier. His ancestors had been original humans, but his bloodline had long since mixed with many other races, mainly in this case the gargoyle tribes 3.4 million light years away. While mainly humanoid, Soren's skin had patches of dark purple crystal and an overall light purple look to it. His long curly black hair was pulled back into a neat ribbon, the hair twisting just right against his long ears embedded with multiple studs. Soren was nearing his 5th year in the force, and his 23rd birthday. He was still young and naive, though his solemn expression would never betray this.
Being part of the police force meant Soren was busy every day of his life, and had danced with death more than once. But for 4 years of his entire career, Soren had been tangling with famous underground club boss Nicholas, looking to crack down on his illegal activities done in back rooms in quiet. But as they had been at it for 4 years, and despite their many fights, Soren felt he had a lot in common with the criminal.
This night, like many, Soren was lounging in Nicholas' club, drinking quietly while surveying the area. It was not so busy tonight, but as always the other club-goers avoided Soren like the plague, knowing that only Nicholas got special treatment when breaking the law, and that was only because Soren hadn't been able to dig up evidence against him in 4 years. Otherwise Soren was rather scary with how quick he would convict someone, all the evidence needed put into a neat folder and presented to the judge and jury. But he was off duty now, leaning back on the open couch and cradling his drink with an absent look in his brilliant violet eyes.
On its surface, Nicholas had designed his club to be a sort of safe haven. A place where people of all races could come and relax, forget about the outside world for a while, and have fun. He had a stage set up, with a large sound system and lots of equipment for any bands or DJs that wanted to play. He welcomed them all! There was also the bar/restaurant area where he made sure to employ people who needed the money as his staff, and always had their best interests at heart. It was all this that made the place so popular with people - they knew they'd be welcome, and if there was any trouble, Nicholas knew how to deal with it. They trusted him, which he respected whole-heartedly.
However, some saw a completely different side to the club. The back rooms were for 'VIPs' only, which many regular patrons were curious about how to become. Nicholas would simply wave them away though, expressing that it wasn't something they'd be interested in. Here, all his dodgier dealings were made, and tougher decisions executed. He'd readily admit to himself that he was probably a bad person at heart, seeing as he enjoyed the chaos of his side job so much, but it also brought in a lot of money. Money that would go towards his club, and even help out those that came to him with their problems.
He sighed as he mused about his position in the world, closing and locking the door to one of the back rooms. He'd struck a deal with a drug trafficker that would earn him a pretty hefty profit, but he always felt at least a little guilty for taking the money. He shook the feeling off and put on his usual face - a large, friendly grin (made slightly unnerving by his sharp, shark-like teeth). His meeting had been briefly interrupted by a trusted member of staff to inform him that his favourite customer had arrived not long ago. Perfect.
The plant-man strode down the hall towards the main club area, a bounce in his step. He always loved it when Soren visited, he never knew what side of the policemen he was going to face! And things always got more interesting when he was around. He opened the door to the hall, letting a low, thumping music coming from the stage flood his senses. Locking the door behind him and hanging the key around his neck, he surveyed the club from behind his waves of purple hair. He quickly spotted the man he was after, and he felt, if possible, the grin stretch a little wider across his light green, freckled face.
"Soren!" he called jovially, practically skipping over "What can I do for you today?" he purred, leaning his short stature over the arm of the couch he was sat at. "You're looking a little down. Anything I can do to perk you up?" you could hear the wink in his voice, as it was impossible to see behind his long fringe.
On its surface, Nicholas had designed his club to be a sort of safe haven. A place where people of all races could come and relax, forget about the outside world for a while, and have fun. He had a stage set up, with a large sound system and lots of equipment for any bands or DJs that wanted to play. He welcomed them all! There was also the bar/restaurant area where he made sure to employ people who needed the money as his staff, and always had their best interests at heart. It was all this that made the place so popular with people - they knew they'd be welcome, and if there was any trouble, Nicholas knew how to deal with it. They trusted him, which he respected whole-heartedly.
However, some saw a completely different side to the club. The back rooms were for 'VIPs' only, which many regular patrons were curious about how to become. Nicholas would simply wave them away though, expressing that it wasn't something they'd be interested in. Here, all his dodgier dealings were made, and tougher decisions executed. He'd readily admit to himself that he was probably a bad person at heart, seeing as he enjoyed the chaos of his side job so much, but it also brought in a lot of money. Money that would go towards his club, and even help out those that came to him with their problems.
He sighed as he mused about his position in the world, closing and locking the door to one of the back rooms. He'd struck a deal with a drug trafficker that would earn him a pretty hefty profit, but he always felt at least a little guilty for taking the money. He shook the feeling off and put on his usual face - a large, friendly grin (made slightly unnerving by his sharp, shark-like teeth). His meeting had been briefly interrupted by a trusted member of staff to inform him that his favourite customer had arrived not long ago. Perfect.
The plant-man strode down the hall towards the main club area, a bounce in his step. He always loved it when Soren visited, he never knew what side of the policemen he was going to face! And things always got more interesting when he was around. He opened the door to the hall, letting a low, thumping music coming from the stage flood his senses. Locking the door behind him and hanging the key around his neck, he surveyed the club from behind his waves of purple hair. He quickly spotted the man he was after, and he felt, if possible, the grin stretch a little wider across his light green, freckled face.
"Soren!" he called jovially, practically skipping over "What can I do for you today?" he purred, leaning his short stature over the arm of the couch he was sat at. "You're looking a little down. Anything I can do to perk you up?" you could hear the wink in his voice, as it was impossible to see behind his long fringe.
Soren couldn't help but smile when he heard Nicholas approach, though he found hard to wipe it off before the plant alien could see it. "Another drink wouldn't hurt." Soren lifted his empty glass just a little to prove his point, thanking the waitress quietly when she gave him a refill -- though it'd be nice if this one was on the house for once. Idly the man tried to remember just how much cash he had on him -- probably enough to get good and sloshed tonight. "Nicholas, we've known each other a long time, yeah?" Soren paused, taking a big chug from his glass. "You've no doubt heard about the shooting that happened this morning."
One of the rats from the underground had managed to land himself a very illegal gun and went into the main square up on the higher levels, having a good free-for-all. By the time the cops had arrived, 24 people had been shot and killed, their bloody remains splattered on the once-white tile of the Square. The man had been apprehended, and was currently due for death-row. But something threw Soren off about the man in question -- his movements were weird, jagged, and he had no past history of violence. There were no eyewitnesses left before the cops arrived -- they had to go off what they found there.
Immediately after the man had been found guilty, the head of the police department had pushed for harder restrictions on the undergrounds and harsher punishment for seemingly trivial crimes -- the whole situation stunk of rot. But with no concrete evidence, Soren just rolled his shoulders and took another drink, not wanting to spill everything to Nicholas just yet. "Was hard to see all that carnage, is all. Even now, can't hardly stand the sight. So...I'm a little down, you could say."
Soren couldn't help but smile when he heard Nicholas approach, though he found hard to wipe it off before the plant alien could see it. "Another drink wouldn't hurt." Soren lifted his empty glass just a little to prove his point, thanking the waitress quietly when she gave him a refill -- though it'd be nice if this one was on the house for once. Idly the man tried to remember just how much cash he had on him -- probably enough to get good and sloshed tonight. "Nicholas, we've known each other a long time, yeah?" Soren paused, taking a big chug from his glass. "You've no doubt heard about the shooting that happened this morning."
One of the rats from the underground had managed to land himself a very illegal gun and went into the main square up on the higher levels, having a good free-for-all. By the time the cops had arrived, 24 people had been shot and killed, their bloody remains splattered on the once-white tile of the Square. The man had been apprehended, and was currently due for death-row. But something threw Soren off about the man in question -- his movements were weird, jagged, and he had no past history of violence. There were no eyewitnesses left before the cops arrived -- they had to go off what they found there.
Immediately after the man had been found guilty, the head of the police department had pushed for harder restrictions on the undergrounds and harsher punishment for seemingly trivial crimes -- the whole situation stunk of rot. But with no concrete evidence, Soren just rolled his shoulders and took another drink, not wanting to spill everything to Nicholas just yet. "Was hard to see all that carnage, is all. Even now, can't hardly stand the sight. So...I'm a little down, you could say."
Nicholas's grin dropped and he chewed the inside of his cheek. He had indeed heard of the shooting - the message had come in from his grape vine. Honestly though, he could say that he had no hand in it. In fact, for once, he had no idea who was behind it. Usually his eyes and ears would reach quite far within the city, so to not be in the know about something like this was baffling to him. It was actually pretty unnerving. He put on a brave face though, knowing Soren was quick to catch onto things, and went back to his usual grin.
"Yeah, the crime in this city really is awful." he sighed, giving a mournful shake of his head. "I'm glad there's such dedicated officers like you out there to deal with it though." He smirked, leaning closer. "So... what can I do to pick up your mood?" If his eyebrows were visible, they probably would of waggled. Laughing to himself, he stood up straight again and walked around to the back of the couch "You know I aim to please my customers!" he said, hopping over the back cushions and landing next to Soren with a small thump. Sitting next to him like he was, it was quite easy to see just how small Nicholas was, barely denting the spot he was sat on. He was far from delicate though - everyone knew the plant-man had thorns.
Nicholas's grin dropped and he chewed the inside of his cheek. He had indeed heard of the shooting - the message had come in from his grape vine. Honestly though, he could say that he had no hand in it. In fact, for once, he had no idea who was behind it. Usually his eyes and ears would reach quite far within the city, so to not be in the know about something like this was baffling to him. It was actually pretty unnerving. He put on a brave face though, knowing Soren was quick to catch onto things, and went back to his usual grin.
"Yeah, the crime in this city really is awful." he sighed, giving a mournful shake of his head. "I'm glad there's such dedicated officers like you out there to deal with it though." He smirked, leaning closer. "So... what can I do to pick up your mood?" If his eyebrows were visible, they probably would of waggled. Laughing to himself, he stood up straight again and walked around to the back of the couch "You know I aim to please my customers!" he said, hopping over the back cushions and landing next to Soren with a small thump. Sitting next to him like he was, it was quite easy to see just how small Nicholas was, barely denting the spot he was sat on. He was far from delicate though - everyone knew the plant-man had thorns.
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"You're always so eager to please. It's amazing your customers don't walk all over you." Soren snorted, grinning to himself at Nicholas' energy. Though the gods knew that if you tried to take advantage of Nicholas, he would bleed you dry. Ah, perhaps the cop was a little lucky then, to have this kindness offered. "In truth, that's not all that's bothering me." Soren glanced down at his amber-colored drink, swirling the contents with a stirring stick in the shape of a delicate rose. "Kagura and I broke up a week ago. She's already moved out of the city; says she can't stand it here anymore."
Soren had been dating this girl for a whole year now -- he had thought they might be able to settle down, get married. But no, the stress of his job was simply too much for the young alien to handle. So she left. Soren drained the rest of his glass, grimacing. "You keep asking me what you can do to help, but I honestly don't know. Find me a new lover?" He laughed, shaking his head at his poor attempt at a joke. "Just talk with me, Nicholas, like you always do. Get my mind off how much the upper world sucks right now."
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"You're always so eager to please. It's amazing your customers don't walk all over you." Soren snorted, grinning to himself at Nicholas' energy. Though the gods knew that if you tried to take advantage of Nicholas, he would bleed you dry. Ah, perhaps the cop was a little lucky then, to have this kindness offered. "In truth, that's not all that's bothering me." Soren glanced down at his amber-colored drink, swirling the contents with a stirring stick in the shape of a delicate rose. "Kagura and I broke up a week ago. She's already moved out of the city; says she can't stand it here anymore."
Soren had been dating this girl for a whole year now -- he had thought they might be able to settle down, get married. But no, the stress of his job was simply too much for the young alien to handle. So she left. Soren drained the rest of his glass, grimacing. "You keep asking me what you can do to help, but I honestly don't know. Find me a new lover?" He laughed, shaking his head at his poor attempt at a joke. "Just talk with me, Nicholas, like you always do. Get my mind off how much the upper world sucks right now."
Listening attentively, Nicholas gave a frown at the bad news. He had never met Kagura, but from the little Soren had spoke of her in the past it was obvious she was dear to him. He thought it a shame that it had come to an end for them, but he could hardly blame the woman for leaving - any normal person would probably be dying to.
Humming, he put his fingers to his lips in thought, trying to think of a way to cheer the gargoyle up. His gaze landed on the multicoloured dance floor, already full of other guests dancing their hearts out. He smiled widely at Soren. "Come dance with me." he suggested, hopping up off the couch and twirling on one foot to face him, hair swirling around his head as he did so. "What better way to forget than to loose yourself in music?" he laughed, offering him a hand up. It would hardly be a couple's dance with the music playing currently being a beat heavy electric-swing track, but maybe it would be a way to get Soren's mind off of things. And to have a little fun at the same time too.
Listening attentively, Nicholas gave a frown at the bad news. He had never met Kagura, but from the little Soren had spoke of her in the past it was obvious she was dear to him. He thought it a shame that it had come to an end for them, but he could hardly blame the woman for leaving - any normal person would probably be dying to.
Humming, he put his fingers to his lips in thought, trying to think of a way to cheer the gargoyle up. His gaze landed on the multicoloured dance floor, already full of other guests dancing their hearts out. He smiled widely at Soren. "Come dance with me." he suggested, hopping up off the couch and twirling on one foot to face him, hair swirling around his head as he did so. "What better way to forget than to loose yourself in music?" he laughed, offering him a hand up. It would hardly be a couple's dance with the music playing currently being a beat heavy electric-swing track, but maybe it would be a way to get Soren's mind off of things. And to have a little fun at the same time too.
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"You're kidding." Soren snorted, pausing with a smile on his lips when he realizde that Nicholas was, in fact, not kidding. "You want me to dance?" Soren gaped at the plant man, thinking he must be damn well out of his mind. Sputtering, and watching Nicholas' smile grow even wider, the cop finally gave up his attempts at politely turning him down. Setting down his drink and standing, Soren shook his head as the two of them headed for the dance floor. "I don't think you know what you're asking..."
Not surprisingly, Soren was a terrible dancer, stiff and looking embarrassed to roll his hips even a little. With the beat as fast and pulsating as it was, Soren soon molded into the safest route, simply shaking his *** side to side. He looked incredibly uncomfortable, but he was doing it, and that alone was enough to distract him from the hardships of the present.
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"You're kidding." Soren snorted, pausing with a smile on his lips when he realizde that Nicholas was, in fact, not kidding. "You want me to dance?" Soren gaped at the plant man, thinking he must be damn well out of his mind. Sputtering, and watching Nicholas' smile grow even wider, the cop finally gave up his attempts at politely turning him down. Setting down his drink and standing, Soren shook his head as the two of them headed for the dance floor. "I don't think you know what you're asking..."
Not surprisingly, Soren was a terrible dancer, stiff and looking embarrassed to roll his hips even a little. With the beat as fast and pulsating as it was, Soren soon molded into the safest route, simply shaking his *** side to side. He looked incredibly uncomfortable, but he was doing it, and that alone was enough to distract him from the hardships of the present.
In complete contrast, Nicholas was moving like he'd been dancing all his life. The rhythm's of the music and the flashing lights of the stage were obviously where he felt at home, having owned the club for so long. Over time, he had simply learned to dance from his variety of guests and come to love every moment of it. He jumped in time to the low bass notes, twirling around Soren with a happy grin on his face and blatantly flaunting his body with the moves he was pulling. He wasn't one to be shy after all. However, he did notice how awkward his friend seemed to be and decided to help him out.
"Just let go!" he spoke up over the music, leaning in so Soren could hear him. His head barely reached the police officer's shoulders. "It's easy, c'mon!" he laughed, bringing his hands up to guide his hips in time with his own. A few guests looked over, amused but not all that surprised to see Nicholas with Soren. By now it was well known with common patrons that the two had an odd relationship, sparking a few rumours. It was like the club was the equivalent of high school again. They made sure not to let anything go past the door of the club though, aware that the officer had a reputation to uphold and that the staff of the club would be sure to enforce the unspoken rule upon Nicholas's behalf. Nickolas refused to acknowledge the stares though, having too much fun.
In complete contrast, Nicholas was moving like he'd been dancing all his life. The rhythm's of the music and the flashing lights of the stage were obviously where he felt at home, having owned the club for so long. Over time, he had simply learned to dance from his variety of guests and come to love every moment of it. He jumped in time to the low bass notes, twirling around Soren with a happy grin on his face and blatantly flaunting his body with the moves he was pulling. He wasn't one to be shy after all. However, he did notice how awkward his friend seemed to be and decided to help him out.
"Just let go!" he spoke up over the music, leaning in so Soren could hear him. His head barely reached the police officer's shoulders. "It's easy, c'mon!" he laughed, bringing his hands up to guide his hips in time with his own. A few guests looked over, amused but not all that surprised to see Nicholas with Soren. By now it was well known with common patrons that the two had an odd relationship, sparking a few rumours. It was like the club was the equivalent of high school again. They made sure not to let anything go past the door of the club though, aware that the officer had a reputation to uphold and that the staff of the club would be sure to enforce the unspoken rule upon Nicholas's behalf. Nickolas refused to acknowledge the stares though, having too much fun.
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Soren was getting pulled into Nicholas' energy, slowly sucked in as he tried a more daring move with the man. But realizing just how provocative it was, Soren turned red and quickly pulled away, shouldering his way out from the dance floor. There was no way he was going to allow himself to start grinding all over Nicholas. Obviously he just had too much to drink. That obviously had to be the reason.
The gargoyle moved back to his seat and grabbed his jacket, throwing it on and trying to chase the red from his cheeks. Ah, god. He felt bad just ditching Nicholas on the dance floor, but -- no, wait. Soren
shouldn't even be at the club, much less
dancing with one of the biggest crime lords of the underground (though innocent till proven guilty). He zipped up his jacket and hurried out with his head down low, feeling conflicted and more than a little confused.
(Would Nicholas ever come visit him above ground?)
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Soren was getting pulled into Nicholas' energy, slowly sucked in as he tried a more daring move with the man. But realizing just how provocative it was, Soren turned red and quickly pulled away, shouldering his way out from the dance floor. There was no way he was going to allow himself to start grinding all over Nicholas. Obviously he just had too much to drink. That obviously had to be the reason.
The gargoyle moved back to his seat and grabbed his jacket, throwing it on and trying to chase the red from his cheeks. Ah, god. He felt bad just ditching Nicholas on the dance floor, but -- no, wait. Soren
shouldn't even be at the club, much less
dancing with one of the biggest crime lords of the underground (though innocent till proven guilty). He zipped up his jacket and hurried out with his head down low, feeling conflicted and more than a little confused.
(Would Nicholas ever come visit him above ground?)