• Nobles of Null is a forum based roleplay site where sci-fi and magic collide. Here, Earth remains fractured and divided despite humanity reaching out to the stars. Worse still, the trans-human slaves of one major power have escaped, only to establish their own Empire, seething with resentment at abuses of the past. Even the discovery of aliens, though medieval in development, has failed to rally these squabbling children of Earth together with its far darker implications. Worse still, is the discovery of the impossible - magic. Practiced by the alien locals, nearly depleted and therefore rare, its reality warping abilities remains abstract and distant to the general populace. All the while, unseen in the darkness of space, forces from without threaten to press in. For those with eyes opened by insight, it is clear that an era is about to end, and that a new age will dawn.

Day in the Life: Escape from the Heavenly State

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Jun had no shortage of tips, and as more money was placed in her tip jar the Bartender quickly moved over to the new patron. While signaling to their floor manager. In no time Jun was mixing Horchata and Rum in a shaker, extracting additional tips from a wealthy princeling through careful movement, and passing along a request to the floor manager for Hoshiko to be ready for a private dance.

She was pretty sure this guy was just playing the fool... he'd dropped enough code-words while talking to be a Daqin sleeper of some kind, now it was just a matter of getting him alone so they could find out.

A careful pour of the drink from the shaker,
Garnish with a bit of cinnamon,
Push the glass over to the Patron and be sure to brush their hand with her own,
Easy Money

She'd make her way back to the Ox man, "Out here isn't great for talking, how about you go meet her in a private room? I'll stop by with a drink for you both in a few minutes." She couldn't help but take pity on the man, even if it was an act he was pushing the dumb human thing a bit too far, "...and maybe don't let her know you don't have much money to spend. Better to let them get the wrong impression than broadcast your troubles to a place like this... "

She'd finish him off with the classic soft brush of the hand, her eyes lingering on him a bit longer than needed to give the impression of that personal touch as she moved on to the next patron at the bar.
 

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Koyama, under the guise of one of these... humans had borne a little sway to her hips as she moved slowly through the throng of the crowd. It was a test of her will to not wrinkle her nose, nor attempt to gouge an eye out of one of them as they appraised her. The short-statured Daqinren woman had swatted at a hand that had strayed too close. Of course, she had made it sting, a look of playful superiority arching an eyebrow. A small push at the human male and the cheap cologne leaking from him like a sieve to her nose. The place was awash with all manner of things she both reviled, and found curious.

Perhaps her idea had not been perfect. Accentuating her eyes with a smokey charcoal liner which still held the glint of gold. The look she gave smoldering as those eyes bounced from person to person. The pumps caused her feet to ache ever so slightly. The slit along one leg of her plum-hued dress exposed milky skin riding just enough to her thigh. As short as it was there was a wonder why she hadn't just sashayed into this hell hole in nothing but underwear.

The whole thing was held up by a choker of some gold-painted metal about her neck with links to the fabric and exposed cleavage. Beyond that, there was little in the way of ornamentation. Was it needed? Drawing near the bar, that look fell on the cow-print bikini that seemed on the verge of exploding.

With a small curl to her petal-pink glossed lips upon finally reaching her destination. The look had been for the man speaking to the cow in disguise. A flick of her eyes up and down to take him in and quickly dismissed.

"My..." her voice a purr at the cow-wearing cow-print. How utterly ironic.

"What's on the menu?" looking toward the shaker. Pulling a loose strand of hair behind a pierced ear with some interest. If she were to play the role of a stupid human you may as well go all in. The piercing in the all too round ear had hurt but had healed quickly after performing the task on herself.

With a shrug of her slender shoulders and tilt of her head, Koyama looked to the dancer on the pole and then to the others going about their business. The bovine was with a customer after all. And the contacts she wore itched. Why didn't these people just gene-edit themselves instead of wearing such damnably uncomfortable things? If any of the damned dirty apes commented on them the honeyed brown obscured by the artificial colored lenses. It did however feel good to flaunt just a little. Just this once.
 

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"One moment love, I'll be right back," Jun said, excusing herself from her last patron with a slight brush of her hand against his arm as she moved over to the new comer with a bounce in her step.

"Well hun, the special right now is a Sweet Soyuz. It tastes like a sweeter, easier to drink, white Russian," She had a smile, and a bit more of a rural tone in her voice, but all of that were for the men crowding the bar. One look at Koyama and it was clear she was another Daqin. Her outfit, the attention to detail in her makeup, the more muted sense of color coordination, all if it pointed to a woman who wasn't here to grab attention on a stage. She was someone who was respectable, someone who seemed more used to expensive parties at classy establishments rather than the glitter-dusted dull neon of these clubs.

Jun just had to give her the code-phrase.

"I'm sure we can find you something, we'll make you happy as a cow that eats grass and makes milk!"

She hated the code phrase, after all she was an OX type not a COW type. But that wasn't a feeling she'd communicate. That also seemed to beg the question

"Why aren't we just all getting on the local network?" Jun asked Hoshiko over the local network, "Just ping them and if they join they're Daqin."
 

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Pole dancing was a surprisingly popular pastime in mainland China and all of its colonies, and the same went in The Daqin Empire. Given that many people lived in rather industrial places in many cases, pipes made for an ample substitute for many, making it easily accessible. On top of that, the more complex moves could be shockingly demanding of the person, granting pole dancing many different levels for everyone. Naturally, Hoshiko had to hold back as she danced as the parody of none-other-than-herself, but pretending to slow down every so often? Taking a few breaths while riling up the crowd? It let her take in all the faces and search for -

"Don't do that!" she quickly smartphone texted Jun. A pair of 'police officers' stood in the club, the younger of the two perking up as the older one yawned in disinterest. "They're looking for the high-bandwidth footprints our nets typically have, though if we pretend to be smartphone apps, we'll be fine," she pointed out. The muscle-head that was bothering Jun looked too dumb to be Daqin, but that other woman, the one in the plum colored dress gave off the strangest feeling of Deja Vu. "You find anyone yet? I might have to say another code-phrase to see if there's anyone in the crowd," she inwardly shuddered. There was a wide variety of them, but they were all unmistakable, even indicating if a person was civilian or military depending on the sets. But there was one massive, massive problem.

They were so cringe! Nobody wanted to use them and would rather just go to ground and hide!
 

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The man smiled smugly as the bartender went off to treat the newcomer, a lady that was certainly quite the eye candy, though that made for most folks in this establishment. He continued enjoying the Sweet Soyuz, taking in the flashing lights, the music a smidge too loud, the coming and going of folks---

"---as a cow that eats grass and makes milk!"

His ears perked up at the phrase, his smile widening. His placed his glass down and slid to the edge of the bar, walking a few steps over to the two ladies engaged in conversation. He sat down way too close to the lady patron, his shoulder pressed against hers, giving the bartender a punchable smirk. "You know Ms. Cow, this place is great, too great. There's all these great guys and galls that keep distracting me." Challenging the lady patron by bringing his arm behind her back, grabbing her other shoulder, he continued, "So I'll take you up on that offer with the lass on that pole. I'll make sure I pay well and make the experience fun for both of us, be the corvette mounted railgun to her cruiser-class engine bell."
 

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The Daiqin princess in disguise allowed herself an all too unbecoming smile at the code phrase. Continuing to play the role, and while her immediate response would have been to snap his ulna, radius, and humerus like twigs. Then every fingerbone now curled about her body... Koyama turned her attention to the man. Smiling coyly at first, she brought a slim, milky hand up and stroked at the rougher, more masculine hand.

"I don't think I've ever had a Sweet Soyuz before." reciprocating, she leaned a little against the man in turn. "But if the lady in the cow print says she can..." another shrug, and let that hand fall from his she clapped her hands together in delight. "If you say you can make me something Miss Cow, I'd like that!" with her smokey eye makeup, and 'artificial' golden eyes looked to the cowbell. "But does it include milk? Fresh I hope. If not, maybe a little something to add a bit of spiciness to all that sweet. I like a little bite to my drinks. But you're the bartender Miss Bell, you know best!"

Her smile widened more before glancing back to the human, "Aww... only an itty bitty railgun?" cooing again while waiting for Jun to make her drink. A little look of disappointment marring her look from him to the girl in the tiger outfit on the pole. As if she were hurt, insulted even. The travesty!

From leaning against him to bumping his shoulder then, a playful little slap across one of his cheeks. "I doubt you could make her pop." with a little self-assured chuckle as if she could do better. The princess in hiding wanted to shriek at what she was doing. But held it all in, buried it deep. There'd be hell to pay later when she could leave this meatspace and retreat to her little worlds again. Castles and towns would burn. The lowbie masses would fear their mistress! The music wasn't to her liking. Not that it was loud but came off as something wholly out of her range of taste.

Shorter even sitting than he was, Koyama looked up at him. Turning his head toward her with a nail. And chin just a little lower. "Go all out, lover boy." with her smile widening to a grin then, "I just don't think you could handle all that kitty-fueled fury on your own."

As she raised herself just a little. Enough to brush herself against him, she breathed into his ear. "Maybe we could storm those hills together. Muuuuuch better chance of success." her eyes had drifted to Hoshiko's top. Then let her eyes trail downward.

'Banayans, really?' on her entrance into this hellhole she'd caught sight of what passed for police. Her mind already switching to lower bandwidth. The smartphone text to the two women somehow came with a cute little cow emoji facepalming with a hoof. A forlorn moo bubble above its head. If there had been some way to convey sarcasm and cringe through texts she'd have hammered it home so thoroughly to crack an asteroid.

Score. One of them had caught the phrases.
 

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"So a threesome then, you, me, railing the lass on the pole? Sounds quite promising." The man licked his lips and let out a small, fake howl, not nearly as authentic as his "moo" impression. "I'll have you know, lady, that my railgun is capital grade, rivaling the slug throwers mounted on those Firespins. The lass will be screaming as her internal compartments are torn to shreds." He let go of the lady patron, making a fist with one hand, the other hand sending a finger through the curls, as the fist exploded into an open palm. The man made a "Pow" with his mouth, but no sound, mimicking the lack of sound in space. Pleased with his impression of a spaceship exploding, he let out a giggle. He eyed the lady patron, then eyed the phone on the bar, and smirked knowingly.

"So how about it? Everyone else here just wants to drink and dance, but you seem the type to party. How about we book a room already and go at it like animals?" He offered.
 

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Jun had already started mixing another drink, some whip cream flavored Vodka, a chocolate rum, cold cream, all over Ice and tossed together in a shaker. It was poured out into a highballer with the ice being strained out, followed by a dash of hot sauce layers over the top by pouring it on a spoon so that the thin layer of red hot spice didn't mix with the cold, sweet, cream below. She would then pull out a New-Texas-Reaper pepper, cutting a thin strip of its flesh off and turning it into a thin curl to garnish the glass. While it was one of the hottest peppers in the known universe, the spice was mostly on the inside with the seeds and the outer flesh would merely be a quick, hot, spike that would be brought back down by the cream in the glass.


She moved with the practice ease of a bartender, which coincidentally also looked a lot like the practiced easy of a Daqin body made with superior engineering. It gave her a moment to consider just what was being said. She was pretty sure a Corvette was smaller than a Cruiser, which meant either his railgun was tiny or her bell was too big? It was a metaphor that she was happy to let the other woman untangle...

... After all, having her bits torn to shreads was not her idea of an enjoyable night.

"STOP SHOWING OFF FOR THE HUMANS AND DO THIS PART ALREADY!" Jun sent Hoshiko while keeping her professional 'home town girl but also a bartender' smile, "Its so cringy and you're supposed to be the one running this! I said the thing and I'm pretty sure that's her texting back. We've got a guy here who sounds like he's one of us pretending to be the cringiest strip-club-sleeze... but he might just be a regular strip-club-sleeze... Either way I'm certain he's never been to one of these places before."

"Here's your drink," Jun said, gently placing a napkin down, and placing the drink down ontop of it. "I think you'll find it to your liking."
 

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WHAM!

Hoshiko's bare foot came slamming down onto the top of the empty seat by the man. "Ooh, nyaa, nyaaah!" she viciously grinned. Having finished her pole routine, she had sauntered on over to the bar for a drink, bra and panties stuffed with Gao Bi bills. "Is he bothering you girls?" the tiger-costumed stripper asked. "If he is, I'll have him kicked out faster than you can say 'Hasta Nyaa Vista,' baby!" Despite the 'show of force' in meatspace, she was already quickly pulling them all together as a group chat opened up.

"Could you be any more sleazy?" she texted him, an angry faced emoji tacked on. "We'll be ultra-sus if even one of us doesn't knock you down a peg, and that's not to mention the massive red flag if ANYONE walks off with you!" Hoshiko furiously continued to text. "Wait, who are you all?"
 

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"I do like a girl who can kick my ass." The man pulled out his datapad from his pocket, taking a picture of the pole dancer standing in front of him, then looking down to send the picture to destinations unknown.

"Sun Wen, Captain of the De Long Wang Shu (得陇望蜀, Conquered Long, Seeking Shu), reporting for duty. Who am I speaking to?"
 
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