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#1 [Private] Cyber Blades and Girls getting Paid on Tue Apr 17, 2018 10:11 am

Noziel Aran

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I'd decided the Committee wasn't quite what I wanted. Woohoo, it had cool tech, but so did a lot of places. Honestly, I'd gotten sick of New York altogether, so to LA I go. City of Cyber Angels it was. Not like it was any better than NYC, but hey, it had its moments. The real reason I chose here? The Order. And apparently I wasn't the only one to come to find them. It was quiet out this way, and it was cool. It's a refreshing change of pace from city life, even though I'm still in a city. The compound was a college, converted from abandoned place of tears and teen pregnancies to something actually useful. Granted it looked and felt like a prison, I still felt the need to start scanning things as they twitched and moved.

Hey, I'm a lucky girl. I get to go to a prison that's not a prison. And I get paid to snag useful intel. That's something I could easily get behind. As for the new people? Heh, who could guess what surprises they would bring?

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Muninn wandered into what appeared to be a heavily guarded fortress crossed with a school. The guards stopped him at the gate temporarily, but he flashed his credentials and they let him through, although not without glancing distastefully at his Zanpakuto. He didn't blame them, honestly. The organization they worked for was highly secretive, and the guards stood around for a reason. A punkish nineteen to twenty year old like him wasn't the kind of person you'd let into a standing military compound. Then again, he wasn't the typical kid.

After the fall of the Gotei 13 and the Seireitei, Muninn escaped to the World of the Living before he got dusted like the rest of the oh-so-venerable Kuchiki Clan. Once he was there, he was unable to get in contact with the rest of the Gotei, and so he integrated himself fairly well in the community. At least, that's what he claims. The truth is that he started working as a killer for hire, a mercenary capable of taking out entire bases in the Middle East and any other war-torn country with just a sword, so long as you had enough money.

It was, of course, when he was found in the middle of a massacre in a place that the United Nations technically wasn't supposed to be in when he got a job offer. Instead of working freelance, some mysterious organization called "the Order" would be willing to hire him, or at least that's what the squad he had run into had offered. Of course, they had attempted to attack him first, but after they found out that his reaction speed was too fast for normal bullets they figured it'd be better to just report him to the higher-ups.

Combat boots clicking as he walked with his characteristic limp towards what would normally be the Principal's office, the goth-looking Shinigami breathed in gently through his nose before exhaling and knocking at the door. Just because he had become one of the best freelancers in the business didn't mean he had anything on a member of the Committee, and he could only assume this would be the same.
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Flipping through the pages in front of him, the white-haired male took a sip of the coffee in the mug on his mahogany desk, setting it back down on the obsidian coaster as he browsed the pages. Several stood out among the rest, but he didn't feel like filling up the Order with a bunch of above average Soldiers, he wanted perfection.

Their names and faces were blacked out. All he could see were their resumes. Several had proficiency in hacking, but this one had hacked Times Square in New York. Additionally, they'd created a vehicle from scrap and got it above the intended specs of that particular vehicle, and they'd created robots to do very tedious things. He placed that folder on the callback list to his left, which now had a total of three folders in it.

Returning to the folders, he threw away any others that were primarily hackers. He had several now, and didn't need many more. Not yet, anyway. He knew that he could always find more if necessary. The next few folders highlighted combat experiences more than anything else. There were several that had showed particular skill in combat, but one practioner in particular stood out above the rest.

A high-end heroine cartel, Bestia Grande, had been taken out in a single night. North Korea's WMD program was dismantled by a private military contractor. Finally, a team of US Special Forces was recovered after the fall of the Gotei 13, the Shinigami who had appeared in Japan a few months ago. Raising his eyebrow, the man placed that in the same stack of folders, which now had four.

He continued to go through others, until finally there was a fifth he was satisfied with. Placing it with the other four, he threw the rest into the wastebin and pulled out his phone, texting a specific number with codes that would allow him to do his job.

A few hours later, there was a knock at his door. Pressing a button below his desk, the six locks securing the door in place all opened simultaneously as the door itself disappeared, falling into the floor to allow the person entrance into the Office he now sat in, which was formerly the Principal's of the Campus.

"Welcome, welcome. Please sit down in one of the five seats in front of you. Your decision of which seat matters." Avon motioned to the five seats that were all facing the office desk. One was white leather, another was solid mahogany like his desk, the one in the middle was a rocking chair, there was a black leather one, and finally a very simple fold-out chair of crappy metal. Avon de Grey smiled again as he pulled his phone back out, crossing his legs as he sipped on his coffee once more, waiting for others to arrive. As they did so, he would say the same thing; 'have a seat. it matters.'

Finally, all five people were in the room and had sat down. Avon pressed the button below his desk once more, and the door reappeared from the floor, locking the six people in the room. There was a male with black hair who looked straight out of a video game, a brunette with faded pink eyes, a black woman with a giant gun on her lap, an obvious Quincy, and finally a girl that looked no older than seven.

"Welcome to your final test before you join The Order. My name is Avon de Grey, though I believe you all knew that. Please, introduce yourselves, and give one particular example of your accomplishments. I know your skills, I don't know who you are." Avon would flash the five folders that were now in front of them, and how none of them showed any names or pictures or even gender. He knew nothing of which folder was which person's.
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The armed escort lead us to lovely structure. And by lovely, I mean it was drab, metallic and dull, which was my kinda thing. As the door's complex locking system disengaged, the door itself faded into the floor, and we were nudged forward to go in. And go in we did. We were the first to meet Avon's cold stare. Our greeting was the notion of the five chairs in front of us and their relative importance. I examined each, thoughtfully. From left to right, a white chair, leather in craft, nice... a solid mahogany chair, similar to that which his desk was made of. There was also a rocking chair, a black leather chair, and last, a simple folding chair. I smirked, knowing he had his own ideas for what each chair meant to him. I quickly claimed the folding chair, and began cutting varying chunks of metal, however, I intended to keep the thing structurally sound so it could still be used. While I was doing that, more entrants would follow, including the blade-bearing kid from earlier, a black haired generic male type.... heh. There was a brunette with pink eyes, interestingly enough. Behind her was a gun-toting Quincy, and lastly... what?

The last one was a little girl, which confused the shit out of me. Scanning her yielded no real results either... but any which way, I'd managed to convert the humble folding chair into a recliner, complete with a cupholder. It was an achievement worth being proud of. At least I could be. I would look around at the others, and then Avon, after realizing we were now locked in here. I was hoping the stares I'd be getting were those of impressed gazes, not awkward ones.

When the order was given to introduce ourselves and give an achievement of ours, I chimed in first. "My name's Velvet Velderine. I'm a master hacker, techie, and a saucy cyber nerd, but an example of what I can do? Well, I've made a variety of weapons with the same power I used to give this chair an upgrade. You can bet they're all top quality." I did note the five unmarked folders, which meant that our choices of behavior and words would probably tell him which folder was which. I sat comfortably and waited for the others to give their positions.

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Muninn waited for the other four to take a seat before he did courteously, although the attractive young woman tearing apart the plain folding chair was fairly amusing. The Quincy stared at him in distaste as soon as she walked in, striding over to the pure white chair and sitting in it as if merely the sight of what was obviously her favorite color could wipe away the presence of the Shinigami. The young lady with pink eyes gave him a polite smile before sitting in the mahogany chair with her hands in her lap. The child was a bit of an interesting sight, although as a being that was around 200 years old himself he figured he shouldn't judge by appearances. She gave him a big smile and hesitated, so he pulled out the rocking chair for her and gave her a push once she was in it, earning himself a giggle before he finally sat down in the black leather chair. It...didn't help his image really, but hey. The boss DID say to sit down.

They were then asked to introduce themselves by the now-introduced Avon de Grey. Velvet, the girl who was sitting in the steel recliner she had crafted, introduced herself first. A hacker, then? Intriguing, and extremely useful. Next, he supposed it was him. Standing up, the Shinigami gave a brief bow, brushing a finger against his father's ring for comfort. "My name is Muninn Kuchiki, the 27th, and last, Head of the Kuchiki Family. I am a combat specialist, and a master swordsman. Your men recommended that I submit an application after a altercation in Syria, where I was accidentally hired for the same job they were. Apparently the United States government doesn't like witnesses or the city of Aleppo, since both myself and your men were told that there were to be no survivors."

With that, he sat back down and waited patiently for Avon to speak. After all, this was an interview!
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"My name's Velvet Velderine. I'm a master hacker, techie, and a saucy cyber nerd, but an example of what I can do? Well, I've made a variety of weapons with the same power I used to give this chair an upgrade. You can bet they're all top quality." The first to speak was apparently Velvet Velderine. Based on what she'd said, Avon quickly identified which of the folders was hers and placed it to the side, writing "VV" on it so he would know for the future. her seat was the slacker, the one who would end up being the most or least important person in the Organization. She'd upgraded it into something special, and he smiled at her, nodding.

"My name is Muninn Kuchiki, the 27th, and last, Head of the Kuchiki Family. I am a combat specialist, and a master swordsman. Your men recommended that I submit an application after a altercation in Syria, where I was accidentally hired for the same job they were. Apparently the United States government doesn't like witnesses or the city of Aleppo, since both myself and your men were told that there were to be no survivors." Next up was the man who Avon could have sworn he'd seen an entire game made around. He identified Muninn's folder, writing "MK" on it and placing it next to Velvet's as he listened, nodding. He'd definitely proven himself in combat, but an Organization was as much combat as it was Politics. How would Muninn fare in that regard? His seat was that of the Lieutenant, someone who would take orders and carry them out without question nor fail. Interesting.

"Salamander Roderick. I'm a Quincy, which should be enough for you. I have a disdain for those lower than me, which basically amounts to all five of you. I've won sixty seven Archery tournaments in the past two years, I've dismantled a government that was threatening the US with war, and I've killed over six thousand Hollows. Lastly, I'm only Seventeen." The quincy was a dead giveaway, and Avon had already figured out which folder was his. Marking it with an "SR", he placed it slightly off to the side from where the others had been, but Salamander hadn't seemed to notice. His seat was that of the leader, the one who would never follow orders and just dish them out. Avon didn't like him.

"Becky Reinhardt. I'm what most people call a Sinner, but I'm not Evil. Not really, anyway. It all started over three hundred years ago, see my Mom..." Avon waved her off, marking her folder with "BR" before placing it closer to Salamander's than Muninn's, and turned to the final person to speak. Becky's chair was that of the informant, the leech who would betray them in a moment. Avon didn't like her.

"I am Kagiso Arendse. I served as a Guard for the President on several occasions, I liberated dozens of outposts from the Mombasa Cartel, and I've rescued sixteen orphans from slave labor camps. I take no prisoners, and I do my job without hesitation." Ironically, her chair was that of the hesitant, the one who would likely question orders but always get the jobs done. Avon marked the final folder with "KA", so he would know which was which, and placed it directly in the middle of the other four. Leaning back, he took a moment to think before speaking.

"You have all made quite a name for yourselves. Two of you are wanted Criminals, but I'm sure you know which two you are. As it would happen, I'm not sure how much about this job you actually know; so let me fill in the blanks. The ORDER is an Organization which contracts out to hundreds of other groups around the world. We do everything from building houses to bombing cars. As long as a Contract is paid for, the job gets done. You, as a Soldier of ORDER, are allowed to choose which contracts you accept; for those of you who refuse to kill others, simply don't accept those types of contracts. If you do, however, accept a Contract, you must under any and all circumstances complete it. Failing to do so will result in your immediate termination with us and, if I can help it, for you as well."

Standing up, Avon proceeded to begin to walk around the room, opening one of the windows and pulling out a book from the shelf on the wall behind the five interviewees. He flipped through it briefly before finding the page he was looking for, and walked back to his desk to sit down once more.

"The test will not be easy. There are three portions of it, and one of you will fail each portion until only two of you remain. Then we'll see what happens from there, but it's likely both of you will make it through." His eyes briefly flashed to Muninn and Velvet, since their resumes were the most impressive, but he looked at everyone. "To start, please forgive me. You see, I have taken a contract myself, and one of you is about to die. I know who, of course, but you don't. There is no escaping this room, and one of you will die in here. If it were you the contract were taken for... what would be your last words?"
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Sitting in my relaxed version of the traditional folding chair, I listened carefully to all the others giving a basic rundown of who they were. But more importantly, I listened to their voices, and paid close attention to the big man, Avon, while I did. First up was Munnin, probably the only one I'd have to remember. Trained assassin, master swordsman, and apparently mild prestige...His tone was flatly perfect, though very dry. Avon slipped what I would assume was his folder next to mine, and then smirked. I took that as a sign of approval. The Quincy had made a point that they were capable of killing easily, which wasn't necessarily what we were here for. Avon seemed to agree, but for differing reasons, and sighed. The next one revealed herself to be a Sinner, and was poor in hiding her sense of integrity, for which I mean to say she had none. Avon saw right through it and gave the same sigh again. The last one seemed to be the freedom fighter type, always trying to do what was right. While that's honorable, that's not what we're here for either. Avon did seem to approve of him though, so time may tell.

It came down to Avon speaking with us as a whole, addressing the two criminals in the room that were previously unawares, but also addressing what we would come to know as our rules. We are allowed to take the jobs we want, but if we take one, it MUST be done. and hearing this, I nodded in silence, to show that I accepted that simple rule. Then there was mention of a test, as a means of elimination, and though I feel I may have been missing this, I caught a glimpse of fixated attention on me, even if just for a moment. Maybe my imagination? My heart quickened as he spoke of his own contract, and that someone in this room was it's target. If it was me, I guess I'd accept it, though I wouldn't know why. My last words? "If it were me, I'd simply say....I hope you like my software, be gentle. Then I would wink because it'd be fun to mess with my assailant. After all, I can't physically fight them if I'm dying, so mental warfare works."

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Muninn closed his eyes in acceptance of the idea of testing, after having heard the introductions from the other three recruits. It only made sense, after all, although his eyes did not stay closed for long. Opening them swiftly as Avon declared that he had taken a contract, and that one of them was to die here, Muninn would narrow his eyes at the question asked. There were so many ways to take this. Was this there first test? Most likely. Was their employer being serious? The answer to that was obvious.

Deadly so.

Velvet answered in a teasing manner, which brought a slight smile to the rebellious Kuchiki's face. Sensing the attention in the room being turned towards himself, Muninn would spin his ring around his finger briefly before deciding what to say. "I suppose I would close my eyes and smile. Begging for my life would be pointless, and would be disgraceful. To bluster in anger and threaten you would only show my own weakness and reluctance to accept death. To make light of the situation would be rude to you, as taking a life should never be an easy affair for anyone. To a Shinigami, death is something we live with each day, and we of all people know that it is not the end. If my father taught me anything before his own death, it was that, and I would be proud to die in the same manner as he did."

If there were anyone in his life that Muninn truly respected, it was the father who had given his life to save him. The last memory he had of the proud Captain was his gentle smile, completely at odds with the Adjuchas screaming in the background about being denied his meal.

If Muninn truly were to die, he hoped to be half as honorable and strong as that man.
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"If it were me, I'd simply say....I hope you like my software, be gentle. Then I would wink because it'd be fun to mess with my assailant. After all, I can't physically fight them if I'm dying, so mental warfare works." Avon nodded. Mental warfare was fair game, though it wouldn't work that often. At least, not her style of it. If someone had a contract out for her, they likely wouldn't care about the wink. Still, at least she was honest.

"I suppose I would close my eyes and smile. Begging for my life would be pointless, and would be disgraceful. To bluster in anger and threaten you would only show my own weakness and reluctance to accept death. To make light of the situation would be rude to you, as taking a life should never be an easy affair for anyone. To a Shinigami, death is something we live with each day, and we of all people know that it is not the end. If my father taught me anything before his own death, it was that, and I would be proud to die in the same manner as he did." Muninn understood it was Avon who would be killing someone here. He spoke to Avon directly, to which Avon respected. He was curious if the others would repeat that, and nodded to Muninn as he turned to Salamander, who spoke next.

"Do you know who I am? I'm above your interpretation of death. You couldn't even kill me if you tried. I'm not going to play your little game here. It's probably the Sinner bitch anyway." Avon, of course, knew who he would be killing in a few minutes. He shrugged his shoulders at Salamander and turned to Becky, whom Salamander had called out anyway.

"I could kill you without a second thought, Quincy. Don't test me. My last words would probably be "Seeya in a few months."" As a sinner, Becky could technically come back from Hell after dying, though she could likely only do it a few times before they sealed her deep within the bowels of hell. Still, it was respectable what her last words were, and they were true. Avon finally looked at Kagiso, the last one to speak up.

"I never put much thought into that. I've never been close to death, so I never really considered it much. I guess I'd be like Muninn over there and just accept it, but to be honest I genuinely don't know." Avon respected the fact that she was honest and didn't know what she'd say. He stood up shortly after she finished speaking, and walked behind the five seated people, holding his katana carefully and nodding, seeming to think.

"All of them, except for Salamander, were good answers. It's something you should always have in the back of your mind. What your last words would be mark who you are as a person. For example, I now know Muninn is honorable and would never betray me. I also know Velvet would tease me and make me laugh, but she wouldn't betray me either. In fact, none of you would betray me. Except..." In one swift motion, before any of them could even see Avon move his hand, he sheathed his sword as Salamander fell from his chair, his lifeless body collapsing on the flood while his head was in Avon's hands. "Except Salamander. Those Archery Tournaments he won were due to him cheating, poisoning other participants. The contract was signed for his head, and thus it is delivered."

Dropping Salamander's head on the floor, Avon wiped off his hands as he pulled out his phone and sent a text, the door unlocking as two men came in to take Salamander's body and head away, leaving his chair empty as the other four stayed seated.

"This is not an Organization for you to play around with. If you're serious about joining, then take my tests seriously. I'd have killed him anyway, even if he wasn't my contract. I hope I've made myself clear as we move on to round two." Returning to his seat, Avon pocketed his phone and crossed his legs, placing his katana on his lap as he leaned back in his seat, taking a sip of his coffee. "Speaking of Round Two... let's begin. It's a simple question, but I want you to think about it and explain your answer. I've provided paper and a pen underneath each of your seats, please take it and write out your answer so as not to affect other contestant's answers. Do the ends justify the means? Oh, and relax, no one else will die today."
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