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Several years had passed now, since the night of the genetic opera where the blood feud had taken place. The founder of GeneCo, Rotti Largo, the voice of GeneCo, Blind Mag, and GeneCo’s most valuable Repo man, Nathan Wallace, had died from that fateful night, the only ones to walk out was Nathan’s daughter Shilo, and Rotti’s three children. With nobody to run GeneCo, it was up for the taking, the new leader of the world changing company was now Amber Sweet. Although she had made a commitment to change, the new generation of GeneCo is not all it was cracked up to be.
Amber’s brothers, Luigi and Pavi, have been doing more than their fair share of running the company, Amber’s only interest was the fashion found in surgery. With Luigi’s temper, things have become more strict than before, Gencops stirred up the city at night, making it hard for civilians to live out their lives with freedom, some of the Gencops committing crimes themselves. Though Pavi wore Amber’s face with pride, his obsession with stealing faces never really ended. It was Amber’s dream to become the new voice of GeneCo, and now that nobody was in her way, she could rightfully take that place with honor. Though some showed to the operas at first, Amber could never replace Mag, soon people stopped showing up all together. The opera was a failure.
Desperate to keep her spot as GeneCo’s voice, Amber needed to find a “partner.”
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“No! Please don’t! We’ll have the money next week, I promise!” the young male, Mika shouted. The dark tall man dressed in leather turned on his heel, no sound, no voice coming from behind the mask. He then turned to the woman that was gasping for air in his grip. Mika watched helplessly, terror filled his eyes as the Repo man brought his strong arm back, a scalpel in his hand. The girl screamed with a last bit of breath, as the man slashed her throat, the deep red warm liquid beginning to seep from the wound, choking sounds coming from her mouth as some of the redness came from her mouth. The Repo man then cut from her bare stomach up to her chest, quickly working before he pulled out one of her slimy organs, a kidney. He looked at it, finding a barcode at the bottom of it, with the printing “GeneCo” underneath.
Mika stayed against the damp wall, only watching as the Repo man made off with his sister’s organ, a chilling feeling running over him, trying to gasp for air. He could barely breath, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Once he was alone, he quickly made his way over to his sister, a pool of blood forming underneath her body. “Niki! Wake up, please!” He cried, clenching the damp clothing on her body, bringing the now lifeless body closer to himself, the blood staining his own clothes. “Niki…. Niki…” He murmured over and over again, soon beginning to weep in his sister’s open chest.
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Mika looked from beyond the curtains, waiting for his queue to go on stage. He was short for his age, and had a very thin figure. Though a wig covered his natural hair, the false dark hair fell to his shoulders, shimmering a maroon in the bright lights. Contacts also hid his eyes, making his eyes appear to be a bright gold, the color standing out with the thick layer of dark makeup around his eyes. His pants was a tight leather, with useless straps coming from them. He had a vest to match, a thin see through white fabric underneath, his shoes making him a few inches taller than he actually was.
The new voice of GeneCo, working along side with Amber Sweet of course. Surprisingly, the audience was full, chatter came from it as they all spoke about the upcoming performance, only making Mika weak at the knees. “If you insist on wearing wigs and contacts, why not just get surgery?” Amber said from behind, her voice taunting him.
“I don’t see why you have to much surgery, when all you have to do is where a wig to change your appearance,” Mika said back, a nasty cowl appearing on Amber’s face.
Then, the lights went off, Amber roughly pushing Mika out of her way, “move out of my way,” She said harshly, soon beginning to move on stage.
A soft melody began, Amber’s voice beginning to fill the opera, the audience remaining quiet as she sang. Mika took a deep breath, though it was stopped shortly and he coughed into her sleeve, looking at it, seeing a few drops of blood on his sleeve. “s**t…” Mika said, wiping his mouth, every breath he took now sent pain right through him. For an opera singer, it seemed ironic that out of all organs in his body to fail, it would be his lungs. For months he has coughed up blood, searing pain would run through him when he breathed, and sometimes he would stop breathing all together.
Genterns had insisted that he should just get surgery, to replace the faulty organ but he refused every time. All his life, he had been without money, partly the reason why they signed for GeneCo’s organ financing, his sister getting a new kidney. Though the signing wasn’t enough to save her life. They couldn’t afford the payment plan, even when the two of them had taken up more jobs. So a Repo man came and took what was rightfully GeneCo’s. Ever since that night, Mika had been afraid of Repo men, the night surgeons.. The mere mentioning of them sent fear through his veins.
Though he now worked for GeneCo himself, it was the only thing he could do to get his life back in order. They offered him a home, essentials such as food, but that was it. If he were to take the surgery to replace his lungs, no doubt he too would be killed by a Repo man…
After the first song ended, Mika began to move on stage, cheers coming from the audience as he approached the stage where Amber was. All their fighting seemed to disappear, as Mika took amber’s hand in his gently, Amber moving the other way as Mika followed. He then parted his lips, a light yet beautiful sound coming from his lips, ignoring the pain that came from his chest and he took in every breath. Another small round of cheers came form the audience as he sang, Amber’s voice soon joining his. His voice could go as high as a girl’s, if anything, his voice was more beautiful than that of a woman’s.
Soon, the opera was over, the curtains closing as Mika and Amber bowed for the cheers. As soon as they were hidden from the audience, Mika fell to his knees, clenching his chest with his hand as he gasped for air, coughing onto the floor, small drops of blood falling onto the floor. “You could have at least waiting until we walked off stage..” Amber said, soon beginning to move off stage herself> She waited for every opportunity to have Mika disappear, knowing that with him making the opera popular again, when she was the only one left, they would all return, only for her.
After a moment, Mika slowly went to his feet, stumbling a bit as he walked off stage. He didn’t know how much longer he could last this way, the pain was almost unbearable to put up with during the opera. A thought then crossed his mind as he leaned against the wall, closing his eyes softly. What about… Zydrate…? Although it couldn’t cure him, it could at least ease the pain.
“No… it won’t work…” He said, knowing Amber wouldn’t supply him with anything, nor could he afford zydrate with what little he got. He slid down on the wall, burying his face in his arms on his knees. Everybody knew of street zydrate, though nobody spoke of it, at least not in public. He couldn’t buy his own but.. Maybe he could get his own. An idea soon began to form in his mind, a small smile appearing on his lips then.
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The stench of rotting flesh of the dead filled his nose, wrinkling it some as he approached the graveyard. It was dark, he could barely see anything in front of him, only the figures of the endless gravestones. He wore a long trench coat that hugged against his thin figure some, a large hood over his head that fell over his face. He no longer wore a wig, wispy strands of silver hair fell in front of his face. Nor did he wear contacts, the strange mismatched color of a blue right eye and a dark brown, almost black left eye. During his performances, he would always wear a wig and contacts, the color would change almost ever show, surely nobody would recognize him, even if he was caught.
He then glanced to a sign at the opening of the graveyard.. “Graverobbers with be executed on sight…” He murmured to himself, soon walking passed the gates, trembling in fear some as he walked passed the graves, afraid he might be caught. Some bodies weren’t even in graves, the sight disgusted him. He quickly made his way, unsure of which one to pick, or even how to do it. He pulled a large needle from his sleeve, approaching a grave his nerves taking over. He tried to push the stone door off the coffin, almost too weak to do it himself, though it soon moved. The stench grew even worse as he slowly slid it open, turning his head away is disgust, before clenching his nose and looking at the body in the grave.
He had only heard of ways to extract zydrate, soon trying to pull the body closer to him. He moved the needle to the dead body’s face, moving it to the nose, gritting his teeth together to prevent himself from being sick. He pulled the other end of the needle, though nothing came out. “Damnit,” He swore under his breath, soon pushing the needle further in the nose, almost wrenching as he felt the needle penetrate something, most likely the brain. He then pulled the other end, smiling as the blue glowing liquid began to fill up the vial. He couldn’t believe what he was doing, and it seemed too easy, once you got over the disgusting smell of bodies..
He then pulled the needle away once the vial was completely full, staring at the liquid, never had he seen zydrate first hand. He then stuffed the vial in his pocket, beginning to quickly make his way out of the graveyard, before he was caught, leaving the body out in the open…
(This is a YAOI roleplay
My guy is uke
You can be anybody you like, perferably The Graverobber
Much love <3)
Several years had passed now, since the night of the genetic opera where the blood feud had taken place. The founder of GeneCo, Rotti Largo, the voice of GeneCo, Blind Mag, and GeneCo’s most valuable Repo man, Nathan Wallace, had died from that fateful night, the only ones to walk out was Nathan’s daughter Shilo, and Rotti’s three children. With nobody to run GeneCo, it was up for the taking, the new leader of the world changing company was now Amber Sweet. Although she had made a commitment to change, the new generation of GeneCo is not all it was cracked up to be.
Amber’s brothers, Luigi and Pavi, have been doing more than their fair share of running the company, Amber’s only interest was the fashion found in surgery. With Luigi’s temper, things have become more strict than before, Gencops stirred up the city at night, making it hard for civilians to live out their lives with freedom, some of the Gencops committing crimes themselves. Though Pavi wore Amber’s face with pride, his obsession with stealing faces never really ended. It was Amber’s dream to become the new voice of GeneCo, and now that nobody was in her way, she could rightfully take that place with honor. Though some showed to the operas at first, Amber could never replace Mag, soon people stopped showing up all together. The opera was a failure.
Desperate to keep her spot as GeneCo’s voice, Amber needed to find a “partner.”
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“No! Please don’t! We’ll have the money next week, I promise!” the young male, Mika shouted. The dark tall man dressed in leather turned on his heel, no sound, no voice coming from behind the mask. He then turned to the woman that was gasping for air in his grip. Mika watched helplessly, terror filled his eyes as the Repo man brought his strong arm back, a scalpel in his hand. The girl screamed with a last bit of breath, as the man slashed her throat, the deep red warm liquid beginning to seep from the wound, choking sounds coming from her mouth as some of the redness came from her mouth. The Repo man then cut from her bare stomach up to her chest, quickly working before he pulled out one of her slimy organs, a kidney. He looked at it, finding a barcode at the bottom of it, with the printing “GeneCo” underneath.
Mika stayed against the damp wall, only watching as the Repo man made off with his sister’s organ, a chilling feeling running over him, trying to gasp for air. He could barely breath, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Once he was alone, he quickly made his way over to his sister, a pool of blood forming underneath her body. “Niki! Wake up, please!” He cried, clenching the damp clothing on her body, bringing the now lifeless body closer to himself, the blood staining his own clothes. “Niki…. Niki…” He murmured over and over again, soon beginning to weep in his sister’s open chest.
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Mika looked from beyond the curtains, waiting for his queue to go on stage. He was short for his age, and had a very thin figure. Though a wig covered his natural hair, the false dark hair fell to his shoulders, shimmering a maroon in the bright lights. Contacts also hid his eyes, making his eyes appear to be a bright gold, the color standing out with the thick layer of dark makeup around his eyes. His pants was a tight leather, with useless straps coming from them. He had a vest to match, a thin see through white fabric underneath, his shoes making him a few inches taller than he actually was.
The new voice of GeneCo, working along side with Amber Sweet of course. Surprisingly, the audience was full, chatter came from it as they all spoke about the upcoming performance, only making Mika weak at the knees. “If you insist on wearing wigs and contacts, why not just get surgery?” Amber said from behind, her voice taunting him.
“I don’t see why you have to much surgery, when all you have to do is where a wig to change your appearance,” Mika said back, a nasty cowl appearing on Amber’s face.
Then, the lights went off, Amber roughly pushing Mika out of her way, “move out of my way,” She said harshly, soon beginning to move on stage.
A soft melody began, Amber’s voice beginning to fill the opera, the audience remaining quiet as she sang. Mika took a deep breath, though it was stopped shortly and he coughed into her sleeve, looking at it, seeing a few drops of blood on his sleeve. “s**t…” Mika said, wiping his mouth, every breath he took now sent pain right through him. For an opera singer, it seemed ironic that out of all organs in his body to fail, it would be his lungs. For months he has coughed up blood, searing pain would run through him when he breathed, and sometimes he would stop breathing all together.
Genterns had insisted that he should just get surgery, to replace the faulty organ but he refused every time. All his life, he had been without money, partly the reason why they signed for GeneCo’s organ financing, his sister getting a new kidney. Though the signing wasn’t enough to save her life. They couldn’t afford the payment plan, even when the two of them had taken up more jobs. So a Repo man came and took what was rightfully GeneCo’s. Ever since that night, Mika had been afraid of Repo men, the night surgeons.. The mere mentioning of them sent fear through his veins.
Though he now worked for GeneCo himself, it was the only thing he could do to get his life back in order. They offered him a home, essentials such as food, but that was it. If he were to take the surgery to replace his lungs, no doubt he too would be killed by a Repo man…
After the first song ended, Mika began to move on stage, cheers coming from the audience as he approached the stage where Amber was. All their fighting seemed to disappear, as Mika took amber’s hand in his gently, Amber moving the other way as Mika followed. He then parted his lips, a light yet beautiful sound coming from his lips, ignoring the pain that came from his chest and he took in every breath. Another small round of cheers came form the audience as he sang, Amber’s voice soon joining his. His voice could go as high as a girl’s, if anything, his voice was more beautiful than that of a woman’s.
Soon, the opera was over, the curtains closing as Mika and Amber bowed for the cheers. As soon as they were hidden from the audience, Mika fell to his knees, clenching his chest with his hand as he gasped for air, coughing onto the floor, small drops of blood falling onto the floor. “You could have at least waiting until we walked off stage..” Amber said, soon beginning to move off stage herself> She waited for every opportunity to have Mika disappear, knowing that with him making the opera popular again, when she was the only one left, they would all return, only for her.
After a moment, Mika slowly went to his feet, stumbling a bit as he walked off stage. He didn’t know how much longer he could last this way, the pain was almost unbearable to put up with during the opera. A thought then crossed his mind as he leaned against the wall, closing his eyes softly. What about… Zydrate…? Although it couldn’t cure him, it could at least ease the pain.
“No… it won’t work…” He said, knowing Amber wouldn’t supply him with anything, nor could he afford zydrate with what little he got. He slid down on the wall, burying his face in his arms on his knees. Everybody knew of street zydrate, though nobody spoke of it, at least not in public. He couldn’t buy his own but.. Maybe he could get his own. An idea soon began to form in his mind, a small smile appearing on his lips then.
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The stench of rotting flesh of the dead filled his nose, wrinkling it some as he approached the graveyard. It was dark, he could barely see anything in front of him, only the figures of the endless gravestones. He wore a long trench coat that hugged against his thin figure some, a large hood over his head that fell over his face. He no longer wore a wig, wispy strands of silver hair fell in front of his face. Nor did he wear contacts, the strange mismatched color of a blue right eye and a dark brown, almost black left eye. During his performances, he would always wear a wig and contacts, the color would change almost ever show, surely nobody would recognize him, even if he was caught.
He then glanced to a sign at the opening of the graveyard.. “Graverobbers with be executed on sight…” He murmured to himself, soon walking passed the gates, trembling in fear some as he walked passed the graves, afraid he might be caught. Some bodies weren’t even in graves, the sight disgusted him. He quickly made his way, unsure of which one to pick, or even how to do it. He pulled a large needle from his sleeve, approaching a grave his nerves taking over. He tried to push the stone door off the coffin, almost too weak to do it himself, though it soon moved. The stench grew even worse as he slowly slid it open, turning his head away is disgust, before clenching his nose and looking at the body in the grave.
He had only heard of ways to extract zydrate, soon trying to pull the body closer to him. He moved the needle to the dead body’s face, moving it to the nose, gritting his teeth together to prevent himself from being sick. He pulled the other end of the needle, though nothing came out. “Damnit,” He swore under his breath, soon pushing the needle further in the nose, almost wrenching as he felt the needle penetrate something, most likely the brain. He then pulled the other end, smiling as the blue glowing liquid began to fill up the vial. He couldn’t believe what he was doing, and it seemed too easy, once you got over the disgusting smell of bodies..
He then pulled the needle away once the vial was completely full, staring at the liquid, never had he seen zydrate first hand. He then stuffed the vial in his pocket, beginning to quickly make his way out of the graveyard, before he was caught, leaving the body out in the open…
(This is a YAOI roleplay
My guy is uke
You can be anybody you like, perferably The Graverobber
Much love <3)
