The Game Continues

Subject: The Game Continues Sun Mar 06, 2011 7:59 am

Things within Gera’Sey for him had been relatively quiet as of late. After the whole city had been set up there was little to do but oversee the odd judgement case when someone broke the law. Although even then he was planning on getting someone to take his place as far as that was concerned. However things over at the eastern district required his direct attention. That and there was something special getting installed today over at the court house. Since it was closer, he’d head over there first. Quite excited to see how this installation was going to take place. After all this was going to be quite the addition just in case he needed to punish or interrogate anyone. The Red Skinned lady of sin popped into mind, but he’d not seen her for awhile. Chances are she’d want to be the first one to try this out. But Penny had other ideas. He walked along the concrete streets of Gera’Sey, the court house soon in sight, it was early morning and stores were just beginning to open. For the most part Gera’Sey was to be a city of trade. Of merchants. It’d bring in some good income. And would promote at least some neutral ground in hell.

Which is why this first installation was going to be important. He’d be following it up with many more in the following months. Including building siege walls just in case any other Demonic Lord decided to get all uppity with him in the area. Recruitment for soldiers continued in the area and was going relatively well from what he last heard, Which was one of the other reasons for him visiting the western district later on today. He wanted to make surre that he wasn’t just being fed bullshit. That reports were as accurate as they could be. Arriving in the court house, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one up. Smoking indoors tended to be banned in the human world. But fuck it. He’d made sure that one of the laws was “ smoke if you got’em”. After all. Oni weren’t as frail as humans concerning the whole lung cancer thing. His architect was the first to greet him. It’d been quite awhile since the grizzled old Oni had been around. Then again Gera’Sey was a big place now. The eastern and western districts were still partially under construction. Particularly the east.

The old one limped over to him and grumbled something, to which Penny raised an eyebrow and blew out some smoke. “ What was that?, didn’t quite catch it”. The old Oni looked up, with one of his usual “ Don’t screw with me today kid” looks on his face. He’d have to ask about that later on. But for now it was down to business. “ Got the room all cleared out for it. Just gotta get the equipment in. And as you know that ain’t gonna be cheap. The stuff is on order from Arden. But we need the money to purchase it. This isn’t going to just be one of those run and steal missions is it?…you are actually going to give me the money to order it…”. Penny grinned. Slightly tempted for a moment to lead the old man on into thinking that he was indeed just going to let him have some people attempt to steal the equipment. But then that would just be cruel, and an unhappy chappy doesn’t build the best. He pulled out his wallet from the back of his trouser pocket and began counting the cash. Eyes lit up around the room. But he shook his head and handed it to the architect.

“ Just make sure you do a good job of building it will you? I’ll actually have to use that thing you know”.

[ - $5000, Purchased Torture Chamber from Onishoppe]

With a grab of the cash the old man walked away. For the most part the room according to him was ready, they just needed to put in the equipment and begin the installation of everything. Wonderful. It meant he’d have a place to keep his private prisoners. And those who he just wanted to torture the hell out of. You never know when something like that might come in handy. And well. He already had an idea of how to use it to his advantage. It would take awhile. So he figured that he may as well take this time to head over to the training facility and build up a bit of a sweat first. After all if he didn’t keep up his daily training routines he was going to get rusty. And he couldn’t quite afford that, not if he was going to keep on top of everything with Shiori and Kyro Corp as well. The demon girl at the reception to the facility gave him a cordial nod as he made his way in. The others were training hand to hand combat again. But that wasn’t quite what he was going to be going at it with today. Rather he was going to be testing the limits of strength that madness gave him.

First it was the simple case of bringing forth the mask. And that was easy enough. He held out his hand and yellowish bone like structure of the masque of madness appeared in his hand. He could already feel the madness rushing up his arm from the masque. The power of madness was something that very few people understood. And practically no one could control. With his level of control over the masque he was satisfied with his ability to contain it enough to train in this area. Maybe a few weeks ago this would not have been the case. But now. The madness was his. Slowly he brought the masque closer to his face. He felt a twitch along his arm, and a giggle escaped his mouth. The closer it got the more that box was beginning to open. The more that thing inside of him that caused this knew it was going to get time to play, even if now it was on a chain. He pressed the masque to his face. And it almost seemed to conjoin with the skin. Gaining a sort of unnatural bond to the flesh and skin of him. As if the masque was actually part of his face. And who knew. Maybe it really was. Just like it was part of him. Part of himself. The madness within the dream. The nightmare within his reality. He controlled himself. Even with the twitches and giggles. Bringing himself over to the weights. Normally he would start off slow. But this wasn’t part of the experiment. He wanted to see just howw strong he could be with this masque on.

Word Count: 1141
Total Word Count: 1141
PWC: 1141
Techniques Trained:
Hysterical Strength ( Novice ) > ( Trained)

Subject: Re: The Game Continues Mon Mar 07, 2011 4:45 pm

What he was capable of whilst wearing the masque of madness was really quite astounding. The weights in the gym seemed for the most part unable to contain the strength that he was giving out. Although that was hardly surprising considering that his demonic strength was already well above that of the average human. During this period of training several hours had passed and he was holding up well against the masques constant flickers of temptation to go ahead and attack his citizens. His guarda. To destroy. In a way this was another type of training. The last training of the masque, whether he'd be able to hold it in a crowded area without letting the madness control his actions too much. Keeping it like this and retaining his control would allow him to take the final step in gaining full control of his additional powers whilst in the state of madness. Sanity whilst in the throes odf insanity. An amusing prospect. Finishing up in the training room he'd stop with the weights, but he wouldn't remove the masque. Rather he'd keep it on in his way out the exit. The girl at the reception who had before been rather cordial with him now had a different expression on her face upon seeing the masque. He knew thaat the apppearance of the mad masque was indeed something that was not easiltylooked at without an expression of fear. It was time to head back over to the court house and check on the installation of the tortrue rooms equipment. .For as far as he was aware the equipment wthat was to be installed was mostly security based. Retenal scanner for entry. Password pad. Along with the actual cellblock rooms. Of course other equipment was going to be added to that little hold. To make life slightly more uncomfortable for those within. Or in the case of the red skinned demon. More comfortable. Odd one she was. Upon arrival it seemed that the firs the men were removing the packaging that all the equiment was being loaded in with. Which was always a good sign as to the progress of completion.

He asked inside where he could find the architect and as expected the old man was still downstairs overlooking everything. So that was his next destination. The basement now transformed cell block/ interrogation chamber. The old man was waiting for him at the frohnt of the cell door which was at the moment in the process of wiring the old man looked over and spotted his employer, gaining little more than a stout frown. " So how are things going". Penny would make sure to ask in a cordial manner for the old man. Who was by now no doubt curious about his reasoning behind still wearing that mask. Although he could see that in his face. The old man didn't ask about it. His first cause of concern in fact seemed to be explaining just what these systems were to the lord of the mad masque. " Things are going fine, just installing the last of the security systems. We';ll need to take you upstairs and add you to the register of allowed people for the retenal scans as well as give you the password for the locks . Follow me I'll show you the rest of what we've got installed.". The old man at this point took the lead. Leading Pennywise into the basement room and showing him around. Before the room had actually been rather drab. But now it had been turned into quite the effective prison. There were four cells. And in the centre of the room a metal table which looked like something out of a sci fi movie. " The table is for interrogation, or your personal pleasure....really knowing you it could go either way....control pannel is by its side...controls movement up and down, side to side as well as allopwing you to access some of the more special function....the binding controls are on the left". The old man flipped a switch and the harnesses flipped into place at where the wrists and legs would be. They looked strong, enough to hold down even someone like him. As for the other functions, he'd proabbly check them out later on. . The architect moved over to the cells and chapped on trhe pla wall which looked as if it was made of see through plastic. " Self contained cells, simple bed and toilet make up, tierd into the plumbing of the building so we don't have to clean up anymess. Or at least any mess that the prisoner wouldn't otherwise make....".Keeping those ideas of what other kinds of mess a prisoner would make. Penny gave a brief nod and then spoke his own thoughts about the room. " Not bad, not bad at all....decorations a little drab but then it is a prison". The arfchitect didn't seem too impressed with the arch demons jokes on prison style docorum . A brief trip up the stairs was next on the agenda. Brining him into a strange room with more new equiopment, it was explained to him that he would need to get his retena scanned in order to pass the security checks on the prison entry system as well as the unlocking of the individual cells when required. Although he doubted he'd be using it much it was a nice thing to know that whenever he wanted he could access the prison.

He was sat in front of a large white macvhine, told to rest his chin on a stand and a few seconds later a bright flash semi blinded him for no longer than a few moments. . Blinking a couple of times he looked over at the architect who for the first time in this day actually ceracked what would be considered a grin for him. To any onlooker though it would just look as if one of the muscles in his cheek was cramping up. With his retenal scan done, the enxt person to get one moved into the room. One of his guards. No doubt at the end oif the day a few of them would be getting this job done to them as well. Ghastly business. But none the less neccisary. H ewas also given the code for the chabers. Commiting it to memory before taking another seat and watching one of his guards get his eyes scanned. Or in this case photographed. Another flash of light. Another stunned person and the job was done. He turned and began his triop back outside. . His next destin was to the westernm district to oversee the building, and casually comment and chck out that it was coming along to his standards. He had no doubt of course that the old architect was doing a good ENOUGH JOB HOWEVER IT WAS JUST ONE OF THOSE THINGS THAT NEEDED TO BE DDONE REGARDLESS OF WHAT HE KNEW OR THOUGHT. jOB DICTATED WHAT HE HAD TO DO. iN THESE THOUGHTS HE HAD TO IMAGINE HIMSELF IN THE SHOES OF HIS HUMAN WORLD EMPLOYER sHIORI , SHE HAD FIRST RAN AWAY FROM ALL THIS RESPONSIBILITY. tAKING ON THE WORLDS A DEMON HUNTER AND THEN FINALLY COMING TO ACCEPT AND EVEN CHALLENGE WHAT LAID AHEAD OF HER. fOR pENNY IT HAD OCCURED MUCH OF THE SAAMEE WAY, BUT HE WOULDN'T BE HERE WITHOUT THAT WOMAN. gERA'sEY WOULDN'T EVER HAVE BEEN BUILT IF HE HADN'T TRIED TO BECOME A SYMBOL OF PROTECTION FOR HER. tHE WESTERN DISTRICT WAS WHAT HE WOULD CALL AWFULLY SPARTAN. oUT OF ALL THE PLACES IT WAS THE ONE MOST HEAVILY GUARDED. uNFORTUNATLY MOST OF THE GUARDS WERE THEMSELVES STILL IN THE TRAININING PROCESSES. As he walked in the soldiers all around were training themselves in magic, close range and long range combat. Their instructors were the ones that Penny had hired directly on that day he first walked into Gera'Sey from training in vinticus. The ones who had brought the crowds to him. When he had announced his rule. He was however, pleased with the progress of the recruitment. He could hardly belive that long ago he'd started with little less than four men to help him building an entire city. Since then the numbers had grown greatly. But there was still a lon ways to go before this city would be fully complete. After the western and eastern districts had beenn completed. He still had southern and northern districts to expand into. The recruits themselves looked promising, of course, not as promising as their instructors. But they would grow into it in time. Since he'd last been there several more barracks buildings had been added as well as some more training facilities. Particularly on the outsides were firing courts had been added as well as sand pits for hand to hand combat training. The building work was going on well enough, and the fort that had been added on the early days still stood high above in the cliff side overlooking the rest of the western district. The architect had been doing a good job, despite the several distractions he'd had to deal with in the past few weeks.

One of which had been the introductions of that odd red skinned demon. The one he'd offered the job of lady opfpleasures to. She'd apparantly been having some trouble sleeping as of late due to the building work and tthought she'd cause a rucus within the construction site. Which she had. Knocking over some scafolding and making his guards look like incompetant boobs. Of course when dealing with a naked female even the most highly trained of men became slightly....distracted. Unless of course women wern't really their preferences. That wasn't really something he was loking forward to however. The red skinned demon was going to be in charge of the eastern district. A sort of manager reporting to him directly. Which meant that she hd some control over what buildings ent where and what they were to look like. The old man architect was still sore on her concerning what happened with her madness and the scafolding And the grumpy old git was hard to deal with even when you'd done nothing wrong. Those two put together was going to be like putting matches next to a gas canister. Regardless it had to happen. He approached the latest build site on the there was a lot of work going on, particularly when the slaves were concerned. He still had the old slaves that had started things off in Gera'Sey. At first when he enslaved them he'd felt bad about it, wanting to make life more comfortable. He imagined that'd been Shiori's influence playing on him. Because now that he stared at them. Masque or no masque. He felt nothing. Not guilt. Not sadness. Nothing. Just wishing that he had more of them to complete things more quickly. He noticed that over on the western edge of the construction site certain workers were having trouble moving a large clindrical tube up onto one of the buildings. Slowly making his way over he connected his mind to the enviroment, rached out and grabbed it with his mind he hadn't much experience in using this technique but felt that he may as well attempt it now whilst he could./He raised his hand, not really required but more of a follow along guide to make it all slightly easier for him. There was the sound of groaning and shaking from the metal as it began to defy gravity and lift itself up into the air. Penny had to admit that he was rather surprised with just how much effort this was actually requiring from him. It wasjn't a case of, it was too heavy or that he was too weak.It was merely that at the moment he lacked the complete control of this power to keep each side as equally lifted as the other. This inbalance in lifting made it more difficult to keep one side up than the other. Still it was a useful method for his mental ttraining and a little display of power to the slaves just in case they got thinkin they could rebel and over throw their dmeonic hosts. With that dealt with and the "inspection ov" over and done with, he headed back towards the architects building with some haste in his step.

When back inside the old man was waiting for him. Old bugger moved more quickly than he first thought. But then appearance was not something to completely judge upon nowadays. " So what do you think then? good enough for you?". Penny nodded slightly. Stroking his chin as he began to think slightly about just what was going to be next on the western expansion. The old man however seemed to have some ideas. " For the moment the western area will be mostly done soon. theres little to add to it as far as buildings go, however what I want to start working on soon is some defensive walls.Right now as we stand we're open space. Easy to attack if the the point came to it. We need a defensive parameter. Particularly around this area. If you can open up the funds then I can start building". Penny nodded. He'd been thinking about starting on the building of defensive walls for some time now, partiocularly since Gera'Sey got fully established as a city within Oni Toshi. Grimm was a scary enough defense for the city. But he alone wouldn't be able to cover everything if an oppposing force was to invade. They'd need some killing round. And it was going to take up a lot of cash. Cash that at the moment, the mad masquer didn't have. " I'll see what I can do as far as getting the money for that projkect goes. But right now you can concentrate on the eastern district". There was silence between them both as that was brought up. A leering of the eyes by the architect meant that, he already knew just about who he was going to be working with on this one. Maybe they#'d get on better than he expected.He couldn't really apologise for it. She seemed to be the most logical answer when dealing with a pleasure district chances are they wouldn't even have to employ that many hookers. As it was more than likely that the girl would be taking on most of the clientel herself. Doubtful that the old demon was going to like working with someone like that. Those his age tended not to. But then again. Who knew?

But thn the frown said otherwise...

Word Count: 2475
Total Word Count: 3616
PWC: 3616
Techniques Trained
Hysterical Strength ( Novice ) > ( Trained)
Masque of Madness ( Mastered)> ( Perfected)
Bitter Mercy ( Novice) >( Trained)

Subject: Re: The Game Continues Tue Mar 08, 2011 2:02 pm

His next task for the day was no move ontot he eastern district ad see how the beginings of contrruction over there was going on. Before he left the western district however he decided that he'd have a chat with a few of the new recruits. Sometimes in order to inspire loyalty, particularly in ones armed forces it required a bit of a personal touch. People liked it if their ruler and leader was more someone they could talk to, respect. Like even. Someone they knew that they could rely on beyond just military leadership. He gave a brief talk about his wants and goals for the city in front of the new cadets. Informed them of how it was down to them to ensure that his idea for a safer city for all in hell depended on. For it was they who would be guarding the streets. Enforcing the laws. And defending it from threat. One of the cadets made a comment about the dragon, Grimm. Saying that of all Gera'Sey's protectors. hat was likely to inspire the most fear in enemies. And this was true enough. However. A vast and powerful army was going to be much more of an off put than anything else. Dragons could be slain. Armies, particularly with the right tools anddefenses. Tended to preserve.DoDone for the day with the army and the cadets it was time to head out and over to the eastern district where the red light district of Gera'Sey was being built. Obviously no vigorous cstruction had actually begun on the place as they still needded instruction from the lady he'd placed in charge as to just what she wanted. For now there was the simple basics. . Roads, building supports. Bridges, tunnels. And of course streets leading in and out of the district.

When he arrived in the place it heavily reminded him of what it was first like when he had just founded the city. Practicallyu nothing more than a skeleton, but even then, one could still see the potiental of what it could be. And that was the important part. That one could see what it could become. Not stuck on the view of what it was now. The architect hadn't quite drew his plans for this place yet, however he had designed the movements of the streets, leaving one single blank area in the centre for the lady of the district to design for herself. As for her, he hadn't seen her in awhile. Much like Shiori. It seemed that all the women in his life were rather sporadic with their movements. Then again...he couldn't relly talk.He moved back and forth between hell and earth like no ones business. Yet then again he had very little cvhoice in the matter, ruler of a city. Body guard to an important VIP. Although nowadays he'd spent most of his time in the spiritual realm, mostly looking after things in Gera'Sey. Things wern't drastically horrible enough to keep him anchored in the human realm. Shiori was a damne decent fighter and Kyo was a man loyal but cold. Merciless to those who would harm the boss. And if things got bad enough, she would call him. Or he would. ither one. Assuming however that she hadn't called him to check up on where he was or what he was doing. Indicated tings wwer likely going alright over there for her. In truth. He missed their regular met ups at the pent house. But...life was getting busy for both of them. And he couldn't always afford to do that nowadays. And...neither could she. such were the lives of importancy. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to come to her aid when she needed it. He still owed her for what she did for him.

He stoodat the edge of one opf the bridges that had already been constructed. Over seeing a lava flow that was heading into the centre of Gera'Sey. The main source of the cities power. Thermal energy. He pulled outa packet pf cigarettes from his back pocket and pulled one out with his teeth. Replacing the pack with the lighter and lighting up his one true addiction. He was going to have to dip into personal funds in order to continue the growth of Gera'Sey and its defenses...which meant actually going aheaf back to the human world and completing his hourly shifts for Shiori and her family. Although his main job was as heer bodyguard. It was by no means his only job there. After all. When everything came down to it. It was the Kyro Corp that he worked for. No just its hier. For the moment the people of Gera'Sey wern't really that settled to draw much from tax as far as defense building went. So that meant that for the most part everything was going to be down to him. He saw the greedy mits of the architect grasping away for cash and he shuddered blowing out a cloud of smoke. Walls around the city were going to be expensive, costing many many many thousands. Liely it was going to be a project that would be stretching into the months for completion, and that didn't include the actual construction work. He was just glad that OniToshi had the materials required for such building lying all over the places. Brimestone walls. Plenty of strength and power to holod back an oppiosing force. aND WITH gRIMM TO REIGN DOWN HELLFIRE UPON HIS FOES, KEEPING THEM THERE WOULD BE EFFECTIVE AS FAR AS A KILLING GROUND WENT. bUT IT WASN'T JUST ABOUT OUTSIDE SECURITY, IT HAD TO BE ABOUT INSIDE AS WELL. tHERE WERE PKLENTY OF PLACES THAT WOULD NEED ADDITIONAL SECURITY. aND ALL OF THE MONEY TO FUND IT, AS THE ARCH DEMON OF THIS PLACE. wOULD BE COMING OUT OF HIS POCKET. bUT OF COURSE THE MORE COMPLEX SECURITY SYSTEMSCOULD WAIT UNTIL MORE OF THE CITIZENS COULD AFFORD THE RISE IN TAXES. fOR NOW HE'D SET IT PURPOSEFULLY LOW TO LURE IN MERCHANTS.

But like all things it would have to go up again at some stage.
Word Count: 1094
Total Word Count: 4710
PWC: 4710
Techniques Trained
Hysterical Strength ( Novice ) > ( Trained)
Masque of Madness ( Mastered)> ( Perfected)
Bitter Mercy ( Novice) >( Trained)
Influence ( Novice) > ( Trained)

Subject: Re: The Game Continues Tue Mar 08, 2011 2:03 pm

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