|| New World Order|| .Group RPG.

[Saga]

---

---

Title: New World Order

Type: Group RPG

Genre: Action, Violence, Alternate History, Supernatural, Yaoi

ORDER OF POSTING:

GIN (KAI) ||

UNDERTHEWEATHER (MICKY) ||

SVERRINE (LEE) ||

SAGA (DYMTRI)

INFO THREAD:

Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links.

 

 

 

---

---

[gin]

The seemingly barren land, crowded yet dead. It felt like centuries since Kaien had felt freedom. As peace was almost plastered all over the world, leaving monochromatic judgement for black and white. Peace was long achieved but it seemed that it had taken lots of lost, the sense of emotion.

 

His leather shoes dragged him in a snappy manner at a wide pavement where few restaurants and bar were located. Kei was beyond grumpy--he was tired. Being forced to take another case right after solving the other was completely a pain in the ass. To hell with new cult, the New Order was just overly dramatic. One tiny fuss over their and voila! they'd send their cute hound dogs to eliminate the harm. Even a suspicious cockroach couldn't escape from their prying eyes--how ironic.

 

The cold breeze of the wind made the detective shiver as he heard the ever familiar ringtone within his trench coat.

 

"Hope this is not a morning call..."

he answered sarcastically.

 

"KAIEN! YOU STUPID OAF!! " the roaring voice made the male winced, his eardrums took damage.

 

"Kaien, 'your slave', is working with the new case, your highness"

 

His eyes droop a bit as he sighed. Being the chief doesn't earn you the right to shout at me, is what Kai wanted to reply but his sarcasm wouldn't get the better out of him.

 

"BUT THAT'S JUST A WEEK AGO AND YOU'RE STILL WORKING ON THAT!!" His words devoid of glee.

 

"Shush, will you--- your horns are showing. "

He suppressed a laugh as he gave a facade of a robotic face within the crowd, blending it together with them.

 

"Don't give me the lip! And by the way there's Lucas, the informant! Remember him? Remember when I told you not to lost him? Funny, he had disappeared off the face of the fucking planet!" He roared again.

 

 

Couldn't hold the blood rising at his head, he ended the call and turned off his device. He couldn't argue at a roaring lion properly; it was alarming cutting off the chief like that.

 

Arriving at the old yet fused with modern ethnicity bar, Kai immediately shoved his ass at the nearest stool and ordered a gin tonic. His eyes roaming silently at the environment, glancing prospective 'spies' or some devices hiding within the vicinity. Of course, he needed privacy, scratch that--it is Utmost Privacy. The detective wanted to discuss important matters regarding the case, together with his old pal, Dymtri. The lone wolf was best at his information, and was one of the people Kai could closely confide with. Dealing with Dymtri would require his lazy ass to arrive early when they have appointments of some sort.

[UndertheWeather]

His heart was labouring to sustain the sudden change in his bodily needs; adrenaline was ringing in his ears, lactic acid accumulating in his leg muscles, tension building up in his diaphragm. Micky had never run so fast in his entire 20 years of existence.

 

The faceless crowd swept past him like seamless drapes, their countenance as straight as an arrow, their speech monotonous. No heads turned to look; the lack of curiosity was unnerving, yet this could be attributed to the ‘ordinariness’ of his posture and flat face – just another man running. The propaganda drilled into his head had made his robotic physical attributes a second nature; not innate, he knew for The Butterflies in his stomach betrayed his own believes. They had first been acquainted 14 years ago, and had since been sharing a love-hate relationship.

 

Silently he cursed The Butterflies. He was doomed. They knew now. He needed to get away. But he knew not where he could hide from them. He was doomed.

 

Micky did not know where his legs – or rather, the manipulative Butterflies were taking him, but he kept running. Down a deserted alley, he turned a corner, and ran straight into a man whose height matched his. Now he was doomed.

 

He gasped, and staggered backwards. His pupils involuntarily dilated even more than they had been, his brows furrowed, his lips stretched horizontally. For a flitting second, his upper lip quivered. He hoped against hope that the sunlight was reflected against his glasses, masking the fear in his eyes. But he knew that he was exposed.

 

Micky gulped.

 

And then he heard the fluttering of The Butterflies telling him that he should get rid of this man; it did not matter if he was a control guard, or just a mere puppet like himself – what the man had seen would brought forth the tide of destruction to his existence. He had never gotten rid of anyone before, but if he absolutely must, he would do anything. The path of normality he could no longer trod; survival was the top priority as of now.

 

At his side, his fist curled into a tight ball. Theoretically, a hit to the jaw from the side or bottom would knock anyone out. And when that was done, it would be less of a burden to exterminate the man – how, he could not think of at the moment.

 

In an awkward angle, Micky swung his arm towards the man, aiming his knuckle at the man’s jaw from the side. The Butterflies in his stomach were fluttering like rabid dogs, and he knew all at once that he had lost control of them ever since the incident in the bus.

 

It was the end of his theoretical life.

[sVerrine]

Strolling down the main boulevard of Kiev, with his head pointed to the ground and his grey eyes following the movements of one citizen or another, Lee struggled to keep a low profile of his presence. He pressed his fingers on the black hat which contrasted with his white strips of hair that were dancing casually in the chilly wind.

 

A dusty nameplate displaying an unusual American name - McLaurence - came into view and Lee placed his hands on his pockets as his pace visibly quickened. He trespassed the door of the weather-beaten building and an old fashioned ringing of bell announced his presence in the bar. It seemed the sound was a simple causality, as no one present there paid attention to him, thing which made Lee comfortable. In less than a moment he spotted the man he was looking for and with a brief movement he joined him at the table.

 

"Mr. Sergeit" Lee said curtly, as the other male, who was currently sipping some tea, raised his eyes and gave a full glance to Lee.

 

"No one followed you, right?" He said in his calm, low, baritone tone, inspecting cautiously the bar.

 

"Of course not." As he spoke, Lee glanced at the waitress, a hot red-head, as a human male of his age would have labelled her. Every time he met women above the normal standards, he wondered why he found no remote interest in them; their overly controlled walking, their cunning words, their unnatural stance when sustaining themselves; Lee hardly found them trustworthy. They were complex, complicated and always with an ulterior motive. The woman approached their table and Lee's impression became even more stagnant and indomitable.

 

"What can I get for you?"

"Gin." He said simply, his grey eyes wondering back at the other male. After the woman was nowhere near, he continued. " What information do you have?"

[Saga]

2 HOURS EARLIER

 

.:: RIIIIIIIING ::.

 

The sun found its path in between the torn clouds, caressing the bare, board back that shifted under the rays. The blanket sheets reached only down to his hips, shoulder blades shifted as his arm helped him up for a push, strands of hair gently left the pillow. It was the phone that awoke him, tiredly he reached for it as flopped on his back. His thumb scrolled against the display of his smartphone (not like he liked technology, in fact, he disliked the modern world) to answer.

 

- Yeah? - his voice deep and a bit dry due to sleepiness, - ...Now? - green eyes slid open to stare at the ceiling, it was Kai, his best friend (probably the only friend he had).

 

- ..Got it. - shifting out the bed, he threw the phone lost in the messy sheets.

 

With the blanket leaving his warm body, the male made his way out the bedroom. Loosened, rather baggy, sport pants fell to his V-shaped muscles exposing bits of his underwear. He felt rather comfortable sleeping in sport clothes though almost always he had to be shirtless due to his high body temperature.

------------------------------------------------------------------

 

Name was Dymtri, just Dymtri. He had no family name, for he had no family to begin with. The male was what they called 'one of a kind', and literally he was one of a kind. A werewolf.

 

The night was the time when he crossed streets, gathering information and observing. Rarely he would take part in any violence, in fact, rarely he would care to stand up for the humans (in case some ugly scenes were played before his eyes). But even so, he found Kai years back. That man also could stand for the phrase 'one of a kind'. Despite being a human, which in Dymtri's eyes meant 'to be fragile', he fought for freedom. He taught Dymtri that freedom didn't know race, nor species. Be it a birdie, be it a human or werewolf - every single living being had the right to choose.

 

"What a dull day...", he ruffled his hair as walking down the streets with a piece of beckon in between his slightly sharpened teeth in contrast to human teeth, not enough time to have his breakfast seemingly. He wouldn't risk to roam around in the crowd, not during daytime at least, so today he had to take a shortcut though, Kai wanted to meet him at the usual place. It was a bar they both picked to be their meeting point, nothing fancy - just a goddamned deserted bar.

 

With his routine on the back of some building, he noticed a hungry puppy too busy to search for some leftovers in the garbage. His feet paused and few seconds later they made a turn. He walked up calmly to the dog, silently reaching for the beckon in mouth to tear it in half. "Feeding a brother", it was.

- Hey boy... - the male approached but the dog stepped back at first, which was the 'observing moment' in between any wolf species and dogs. The male paused as well and crouched down to have forearm rested on his knee, hanging the beckon in hand.

- Com'ere boy, no biting, I promise. - wolfishly he grinned with friendly intention at the puppy, green eyes following the dog approach. Once it was close enough, it sniffed at the beckon, but Dymtri didn't throw it nor gestured to give it. He just stood there stoic to have the dog fear disappear, and it did. The puppy took the meat and started chewing with lowered head. The werewolf ruffled the fur with his other hand, chuckling in his throat.

- You owe me one, bud. - jokingly he rose to leave finishing his own half of beckon.

 

As he walked out the dead-end street...

 

.::BUMP!::.

 

Eyes met, he sensed a great fear. And blame him not, he goddamn knew that such fear could be dangerous - just like the animal instinct. You attack because afraid. And once his pupils left the human's gaze, he saw the hit coming from side. Slightly frowning, his own arm reached out to catch the hand by the wrist. What was wrong with that 'other puppy' before him? It felt as if the human didn't even care whether the punch would land, or if he would knock out the man for some hours - he just blindly hit to get rid of Dymtri.

 

He was about to speak, rather scold the youngster before him but ears caught the rushed steps coming their way; probably around 400 or 500 meters away from them, but close enough. His eyes met the human's once again. Was he chased? Made sense.

- You have five seconds to explain why are you running? - he already knew the answer; it was the era of no free will, no emotions. But the puppy before him was damn emotional, rather not able to control his emotions.

[gin]

Kai impatiently tapped the wooden table as he glanced at the clock then at the creaking wooden door. The male called Dymitri an hour ago and Kai was so sure that Dymitri would never be late. There was even a time Kai joked at Dymitri a certain food shop's infamous quote 'hate late.' It was quite a shocker for Kai that there's no Dymitri appearing at the doorway any moment from now.

 

Indeed the guy was a serious man, they had contrasting personalities. But to his dismay, none of them could even display a glimpse of it in the open. The Order is most-likely placing a noose on their necks, ready to kill them if they show an ounce of expression. Freedom, how long he had quenched for that word. He shoved the thought away as he felt his temporal nerve constrict.

 

His eyes strayed at his gin tonic and gulped it in one go, he had long given up focusing his gaze at the door. If Dymitri's gonna appear then he's gonna appear.

 

Another minute passed, he gently raised his arms to call the bartenders attention and ordered an "Adios Motherfucker" mix. The bartender gave him an abrupt nod and prepared the drink. He knew it had a lame naming sense for a liquor but it was quite strong. The bartender slid the glass near him as he drunk it with one go, the people beside him stared with awe, it's supposed to be savored slowly not shoved it in the throat in immediately.

 

"fucking---strong." he wiped his mouth dry and ordered chips and a bottle of water. He didn't want to get wasted enough but his pal Dymitri sure was talking it long. He grabbed the cherry that was resting at the bottom of the empty glass and placed it to his mouth, managing to tie a knot at the twig with his tongue, his left arm swinging his phone. Kaien had to admit, he is an impatient man.

 

 

 

[UndertheWeather]

A wave of electrical shock surged through the muscles in his arm; his fist tightened to the sensation of the touch, his fingernails digging into his palm. The grip around his wrist he felt to be cold, or was he the one freezing to the physical contact?

 

Who was he kidding? Why did he think he could kill this person, and for that matter, anyone at all?

 

He did not think. That was why.

 

The muscles around his eyes contracted, revealing more of the scleras; his lips quivered; his body began to tremble uncontrollably as he began to hyperventilate. Instinctively, he forcefully yanked his wrist from Dymitri's grip, and staggered backwards. What does he do now? Does he explain? Can he trust this unknown man? This was not robotics, or engineering, or physics, or science, where the answers to most of everything he had at his fingertips. There was nothing in his mind. Blank. Empty. And in fact, he was incapable of thinking with the deranged fluttering of The Butterflies in his gut. There was an overwhelming desire to revert back to what he knew best - to stop and think - but the five seconds that was imposed upon him was not sufficient; he needed a lifetime for this new experience.

 

"T-Th..." he stuttered. His chest tightened, and for the first time since he took off from the bus, he felt completely wretched. Hope dissipated, and gloom settled in on his tiny heart. Micky gave up, and figuratively raised his hands to the storm within him.

 

A dark veil fell over his eyes as he let The Butterflies tug at the strings attached to his limbs. Micky gulped. Sweat droplets materialised across his forehead, his heels dug into the ground underneath him. He was convinced that the man facing him was a threat to his existence; to him at that moment, in the physical reality, there can exist only either of them. And he was not going to be the one not existing.

 

His tails would be on him soon, and if he did not get rid of this man before they arrive, he would definitely be ruined. All he had to do was go all out, and bash the man with every ounce of strength that he had in him since he was not able to fight technique with technique - not that he knew that Dymitri was a skilled fighter, he just knew that he, himself was a useless one. That was enough.

 

At his sides, his fists curled tightly into wrecking balls. And almost predictably, he charged at Dymitri, not quite thinking about where his fists might land. He was incapable of thinking, anyhow.

[sVerrine]

The exchange of information between Lee and Mr. Sergeit, the secretary of Bratislav Iosivich, was brief and uneventful. It appeared that the base where the Ukrainian hostages were kept was more than a torturing camp; bluntly speaking, that could have been considered only the tip of the ice. Mr. Sergeit revealed excruciating information regarding human experimenting and new methods of torture that wouldn't actually kill its victims in the end, but drive them to a state of utmost tranquility, where the psychological breakage transformed the victim in a perfectly emotionless subordinate of the Order. From the way the man explained all these, Lee could tell that there were still more information kept hidden and it was still unclear if they will be revealed soon or never at all.

 

A short-lived sigh passed unobserved by the drunkards after Mr. Sergeit shook stoically Lee's hand and left the bar in utter silence. Lee was a humanoid, a robot by nature, thus it was not unusual for him to lack a large variety of emotions, but sometimes he admitted to himself feeling boredom when having nothing to do, contempt when getting a job well done, zest for certain scientific fields he was interested in, distrust in most beings in whose proximity he found himself; all these emotions felt incredibly natural to him, being the obvious cause of an particular event. These small feelings that were gradually growing inside him made him to strongly oppose the current system, the New Order that had little to no sense.

 

Finishing his drink, he thought that spending more time in that shabby place was unjustified and unnecessary, reason why he paid the waitress and then, with quick steps, left the bar.

[Saga]

He glanced down to his own hand; was he shaking? Ah, it wasn't him. The slim male before him was shuddering from head to toes, sending from the vibrations to Dymtri's own hand. A harsh and forceful yank came, the werewolf had to lean a bit back to avoid getting a punch under the chin.

"What puppy..it's just a wild cat", he thought as stood before the other with one hand still into his pants' pocket.

 

Black brows frowned in confusion, he didn't get at all what the man tried to stutter.

One thing was obvious however, the rushing riot their way headed exactly for the unknown youngster's location. At least he looked young; though pretty much everyone was younger than Dymtri.

 

Not letting his guard down, for understandable reasons, Dymtri started walking towards him. Probably a wrong move, but they had time not. And as expected the uncontrollably, scared male swung arm once again; this time though with a lot of more force due to his stance. And it wasn't a question of being fast, being tall or being a werewolf - it was experience that spoke. Dymtri fought thousands, bled enough and killed enough to know where the punch could land once the stance was taken.

 

His jade, green eyes flashed under the sun as he dodged with a shift of shoulder, free arm long enough and fast enough to knock the man from side by the nape and then catch him from the bent and falling position Micky went. A discontent sigh left his lips.

"Why humans never bother to explain...", he moved to lift the man up, hopping him with ease over shoulder. Just one arm was needed to get Micky with feet off ground despite of weight and height - he wasn't any princess to carry around with ease, he was a man. And even so, Dymtri sweated not. The thing that made him moody was being late.

 

He averted to the dead-end street and thought of leaving him in between the garbage bags, but then.. his feet paused. Ironically, how a beast could be more human than the human race itself. He growled in his throat.

"Great. Now I have to be a babysitter."

 

The steps were too close for him to move out of street, so chin looked up. The building had exit-stairs leading to the roof. Well, he roamed the city by roofs at night so it wasn't something new he did. One arm guarded the body from falling, the other helped him climb up. During the lift he just kept cursing.

 

Another fifteen minutes passed until he made it to the place he had to go to. Seemingly the street looked empty, so he could do a landing from above. His bones were at least ten times stronger than human's, so he worried not about any crack over body. Another curse and he opened the door to enter the dark bar. The lights were shifted to low, so the change of brightness had him squeezing eyes until they adjusted.

- Dymtri! - the bartender greeted with hands busy from polishing glasses.

- Yo. Where's he? - visibly not in mood for chatting, he walked with the body over shoulder. And if it looked odd or disturbing, then one could ask what else the bartender has seen Dymtri carry in the bar.

- Well, in the back zone, last row. But.. - as he saw Dymtri make a turn and head to there, he had to add something else.

- But..? - the werewolf turned head slightly to side but still not looking at the man behind the bar.

- Well, he drank quite some and...is kind of...asleep?

 

An audible sigh, he resumed his steps. What a day, he thought. With another body to carry now. Couldn't Kai wait at least for the night hour to hit and do his I-am-a-heavy-drinker-my-ass party? Dymtri entered the back zone of the bar to see his friend sleeping on forearm, while holding the glass of beverage in hand.

- Sometimes I think you love alcohol more than me. - like a teasing wife, Dymtri slipped the joke. Now he had the chance to mock Kai, not like Kai didn't mock Dymtri when he had the chance. The males were pretty close so they knew how to joke with each other.

- Oi.. - with a patting gesture he kicked Kai by the calf that stood out from under the table. And since no answer came, he reached hand out to grab the male by the coat. Another lift, for another hop over shoulder. Great.

 

- Today is not even full moon and you decided to test my possibilities exactly now. - murmuring under nose he left some cash on the table to move through the back door. He better took on some damn dark corners and streets; for the love of god - he looked like some criminal, carrying corpses down the street. How he could not worry!?

[gin]

There's something in the booze that draws and hypnotizes him to no return. Maybe it's his secret libido or just his guilty pleasure. Whatever it is, Kai's best known as a frenzied alcoholic.

 

An irresponsible cop, that's what he is. Being an ace in their department was another story. He had thank the fact that he had a good sense of Photographic Memory and a highly-defined Intelligence Quotient.

 

To his surprise, he slumped his left arm on the wooden table as the other hand groggily rubbed its eyes to stay awake. The detective wasn't even contented with one booze and ordered something hard. He was indeed, irresponsible, at some times. Though probably that some time was pretty much a lie.

 

Thanks to his famished state that the alcohol had easily slipped inside his system, leaving him a total K.O before his buddy would possibly arrive. Kaien wasn't a drunk who lashes his problems or someone who has an dangerous alter ego. When the poor guy's drunk, he easily sleeps without a fuss. Like a baby cradling his milk bottle, with the exception of a bottle of Jack Daniels, the infamous detective had already slipped to dreamland.