Dr Eon & the Virtually Real (closed)

[Veryknowing]

Dr Eon & the Virtually Real

Interested persons should send a PM to me.
In all other respects this is a closed thread.
I intend to keep the number of writers small and controllable,

According to the desires of the original concept creator, this thread is Mind-Control, FF, MF

Characters and comments should be posted on the OOC below;
Dr Eon & the Virtually Real OOC




General Concept
The world is very similar to that in the Matrix series of movies, with ideas added from other movies; The 13th Floor (a VR simulation of 1930s San Francisco that takes place within another VR simulation of early 2000s San Francisco that’s run from the supposedly real world of 2050s San Francisco), Virtual Nightmare (nearly all of Earth’s population live in a VR-modified version of reality that disguises the actual reality via DBI; Direct Broadcast Interface…so everyone can live in the pseudo-world that they want to live in...where in truth it’s all rather mundane), Dark City (actual reality is as easily molded as a virtual-reality would be…by The Strangers and one freak human who also has the power to Tune (shape-reality with willpower alone).

Setting & Notes
Most of the action takes place in two very different virtual-reality worlds.

The Weave is more than just a super-real VR simulation of reality, and humans aren’t mere power-sources within the machinery of the Weave. The humans within the Weave aren’t mere batteries (the machines wouldn’t waste so much effort when nuclear power, orbital solar satellites, and other such things are so easily available). Human brains are a vital part of the computing power of the Weave…providing in their billions incredible computational and sentient potential. The Weave’s 1990s-2000s world is also only one level of a greater mass-VR simulation…there are other levels.

The Real World is a second-level of the super-real VR simulation of reality, it appears to be a post-holocaust world ruled by machines. Think of all the devastated Earths like in the Matrix and Terminator.

The Truth is the theory & philosophy originated by Dr Eon’s own studies of the Weave and The Real World, and expanded upon to some extent by some of the more intellectual followers of Dr Eon. According to The Truth, the Machines are merely programming tools used in the Real World to control humans in both the Weave and those few humans who escape to the Real World level. Dr Eon has called this dual-level super-real VR simulation within a VR simulation, The System. The Machines themselves have no actual existence outside the VR simulation of the System, and the System has more than one level of VR simulation. Escaping the System is impossible unless humans truly resist the programming protocols of the System that create both the Real World and the Weave; and their best tools are sex & contradictory rationalizations…things that are natural abilities of humankind. The computational processes of the System can’t cope with these things, and a high state of sexual arousal confuses the human-brains that are part of the System’s construction, thereby allowing an exceptionally sexually-aroused human-mind to easily break the System’s “rules-of-reality”… allowing a human within the System to achieve effects that would seem magical & super-human with almost no effort at all. The “rules-of reality” within the System break-down when trying to deal with this situation, and the effects of conceptual sexual stimulation also have a confusing & irrational effect on the other human-brains that participate in the System and these things can be manipulated; resulting in phenomena such as bulletproof-nudity (which particularly applies to very attractive girls).


The Real World and the Weave are both super-real VR levels within the System, with the Weave being a subservient VR level within the Real World level. Unknown to Dr Eon for certain, but strongly suspected by him and his followers, the Real World level is subservient within another VR level (not the Really True World that actually exists).

Squidies are the Hunter-Seeker robots in the Real World, and really just simple, but dangerous programs within the System. The squidies’ tentacles will be used for raping & molesting Dr Eon’s nympho-girls, instead of immediately killing them, as sexually-arousing irrationalities that affect the human-minds that provide much of the computational power of the System also will distort the simple rules of the squidies programming. Many of the Real World robots that have lots of tentacles will do similar molestations & tentacle-rapes of Dr Eon’s nympho-girls.

The Zion Resistance claim to be the only true resistance to the Weave, and hoodwink the people that they rescue into following their extremist religious ideals; telling incomplete & misleading pseudo-facts about the nature of the Weave and reality…but they ignore the irrationality and contradictions that reveal the falseness of their claimed “truth”. They named their city, “Zion”, and began to use biblical names and motifs for all their major tools and vessels (such as “Nebuchadnezzar”, the name of the hovership used by Morpheus’s team). They falsely claimed to all those that they rescued, that “Zion” was The Last Human City, and tried to deny & hide the existence of the city founded by Dr Eon with his own followers who had fled the ZR’s twisted rule.


The sides
The thread participants fit into the following categories;

Agents
Agents are indeed the sentient programs that they appear to be; super-humanly powerful Men-in-Greenish-Black in the Weave. They have seemingly magical powers to change “reality” (but only temporarily). The Agents unfortunately are based on human mental-design so as to better control & understand humans, and since all Agents are male; this means that Agents are easily distracted & confused by the Eon Strategy’s Nympho-Girls; as sexually-arousing irrationalities that affect the human-minds that provide much of the computational power of the System also will distort the thinking and actions of the Agents. Agents will always behave as if their reactions are rational; they believe their tactics in dealing with the Nympho-Girls are completely logical.

All Agents are Male




Nympho-Girls
These girls are all young victims of Dr Eon’s mind-control and body-transformational techniques. The Eon Strategy takes advantage of the System’s weaknesses to defy it’s “rules-of-reality” in both the Weave and the Real World. A major part of this strategy is the use of very attractive girls that are kept in a constant state of very high sexual arousal and enforced minimization of clothing. These girls aren’t given any choice in this matter, for their own state must be involuntary to have the most arousing effect, and also to result in greater contradictions within the System as it tries to cope with their existence.

All Nympho-Girls are of course, Female


The Followers of Dr Eon
These are the true believers of Dr Eon’s philosophy, who from experience have learnt the validity of his principal theory, The Truth. They are as ruthless as the Zion Resistance, in some ways even more so, for they provide his allies, enforcers, assistants, technicians, soldiers, and workers. Some of them are renegades fresh from leaving the Zion Resistance in disillusionment or due to a sense of betrayal. Some were criminals and runaways from the City of Zion. Many are old-fashioned humans born the natural way, not in tanks, but there is no discrimination of any kind because jacks and plugs are unnecessary among Dr Eon’s followers (removal of them is routine). While not as capable in combat as the Nympho-Girls, they are highly skilled in other ways, and will often be tough enough to hold their own in a fight against mundane humans; in the Weave, they are capable of super-human feats, but less so in the Real World level. The Zion Resistance leaders policy is the elimination of any Followers encountered as renegades and heretics.

The Followers may be of either gender, but on most teams the majority are male.


Dr Eon
Dr Eon is the real & original “The One” who rescued the first humans from the machines, and began the guerrilla resistance movement that tries to fight-back against the sentient AIs that have imprisoned humanity. According to the Zion Resistance, “The One” is supposed to have died a long time ago, and the newcomer with similar abilities, “Neo”, is supposedly “The One” reincarnated. In this thread, nothing could be further from the truth; Dr Eon (The original “The One”) never died, and like the Priestess he survives, but the majority of the society of freed humans that he made possible turned against him…for their leadership became dominated by pseudo-Christian & Jewish religious extremists who despised Dr Eon’s methods & the Truth that he taught. Thus, they teach that “The One” died, while pretending that Dr Eon & his followers don’t exist. The Zion Resistance’s main opposition to Dr Eon is due to the Eon Strategy of using the overtly sexual (in the ZR’s opinion; unethical, immoral, degrading, evil, obscene, dirty(?)) and blatant mind-control to force young girls into wearing obscenely revealing clothing, participate in orgies, and so on. The Zion Resistance therefore refuse to admit to the possibility of The Truth’s claim that the Real World itself is only another form of super-real VR contained within a greater System.

Dr Eon will be played by me (Veryknowing)



PS. The original credit for the idea of this thread goes to Lovelynice, who did most of the hardwork of creating the background. She asked me to officially start the thread and run it like I was GMing a game (to some extent), so that she could just play and not know what to expect.

 

[Veryknowing]

Currently the confirmed participants on this thread will be;
Lovelynice, Tanuki, Silvergirl, Impwizard, Amon_Darknight, PhoenixPrime01, and Veryknowing (of course).

Nympho-Girls = Lovelynice and Tanuki (both to go thru training) and Silvergirl (experienced)

Agents = ImpWizard

Followers of Dr Eon = PhoenixPrime01 and the new recruit (former Zion Resistance) Amon_Darknight

 

[Veryknowing]

OOC

On the streets of Osaka, Japan

The sun was bright, the sky hazed with brown and grey but trying to be blue, but even in the daylight, the neon signs all flickered and pulsed in many bright colours that excited the eyes, and sometimes shone too brightly. There were crowds of people going to and fro, the hustle and bustle of a big city entertainment district. Young hoods, yakuza-wannabes, cruised by in their souped cars, music loud and annoying. A short guy standing on a wooden box sold newspapers, and nearby some drunks were sleeping off their fun from the night before. An old prostitute, past her use by date, but trying her luck after the younger ones had all gone, chatted with a streetkid and sent him off to buy some more chewing gum. The air that morning was a little too cool, but the pavement was wet and smelled of recent rain over the night before. It glittered in patches, but was drying away fast. It had rained long before the young woman in the red dress had chosen to go for a walk. She attracted the eyes of many passers by, and some thought by her classy but revealing dress that she was an escort on the way to see a client.

Two men also followed her, and their appearance was intimidating to anyone who stood in their way. They looked like government agents, wearing their almost black suits, black sunglasses, and their earpieces and lapel mikes. They were likely armed as well. Their faces deadly serious, yet somehow without any emotion whatsoever. They walked quickly, their strides long, and would soon be catching up to their quarry.

Not far away, another two men are also heading towards the railway station, trying to intercept a particular young woman of French-Japanese descent. That morning she'd recieved a mysterious email -

MEET ME OSAKA JR 10:00 TODAY - I NO HU U LOOK 4

The reply address is a false one.

 

[Tanuki]

Karina Fiori

Karina wanted to pick up the pace, but her flowing red Chinese dress came down to her ankles, and limited her to a casual stroll. She didn't want to end up face down on the dirty sidewalk of Osaka's theater district. The two men had been following her for several minutes, of that she was sure. Even a blind man could have spotted them, with their dark suits and dark classes. What do they want with me? she thought? Karina had dealt with stalkers many times, for she was a bit of a celebrity - the stunningly beautiful, and untouchable young violinist, they called her. But these two were not like anyone she'd encountered, they had an air of supreme confidence, even arrogance.

Government agents, she was sure of it. Karina's stomach tightened, and her hand went to her chest in alarm. I've done nothing wrong, what do they want with me? She'd heard of stories, crazy stories, about dark suited government goons kidnapping young women and . . . . having their way with them.

Oh god, why did I pick today to not wear panties, or a bra! she thought. Quickly, Karina looked around, and then dashed into a lingerie store, her hand hiking up her dress a bit. The irony came to her that it was the first time she'd ever entered such a decadent place. Two pretty Japanese girls came immediately toward her. "Fiori-san!" they exclaimed, giggling as they obviously recognized her. "May we . . help you?"

There goes my reputation! she thought, grimacing. She briefly considered grabbing a pair of panties and running to the changing room, but the thought of stealing repulsed her.

There must be a back entrance somewhere . . .

 

[Lovelynice]

Mayumi Serurier

MEET ME OSAKA JR 10:00 TODAY - I NO HU U LOOK 4

When she received the odd email that morning, Mayumi worried what it could mean. She replied to it’s supposed source, but only got an error message. It spooked her. Like spy stuff and espionage. It couldn’t really be what it seemed. Then the message deleted itself so thoroughly it was as if it had never existed.

She only had two hours to get there, but that peaked her interest more. Not having much time, and already dressed for going to her college classes for the day, Mayumi grabbed only her handbag and cellphone and had to run to catch the train. Three changes of trains later, and still thinking that she might be nuts going along with what the message asked, Mayumi walked out the ticket gates at Osaka Station and began to look around. People gave her curious looks, the older men speculative looks, as she wore her uniform. The blue-green-grey check skirt that went to just above her knees, a creamy-white blouse with a school scarf. Low black pumps with 3” heels, and the big white socks that were the popular fashion at her age.

Lots of busy people walked by, intent on going other places. A few people waited to meet friends near a big wall-screen TV, so Mayumi went over there and waited too. It was getting very close to 10am, and Mayumi was beginning to get nervous and thinking that maybe she should leave. Mayumi wasn’t sure that she really wanted to meet the sender of the email. Maybe this was a bad idea….

 

[Veryknowing]

OOC

HONEY RIVER LINGERIE

After fleeing into the lingerie shop, and being recognized by two of the younger shop assistants

“Oh, Fiori-san”, the taller girl says, “Welcome to Honey River lingerie and fashion!”

The other girl leaves to inform her boss that the famous Fiori-san is visiting the shop. She’ll be back very shortly. There is no immediate rear exit from the shop, but a set of stairs leads upto the “exotic” fashion section on the 2nd floor.

Outside, the men in dark suits are now seen coming close behind. They walk fast, and don’t care if they knock other people down in their rush. Their intentions are definitely not good. They are about to enter the shop.

From upstairs there is the sound of some commotion. The voices sound very surprised. At exactly that moment, a very weird paranormal event happens; all the panties on the racks and hangers disappear ( but not the bras). They seem to melt and then shimmer as they vanish in a moment. The shop assistants are surprised, but then they suddenly act as if nothing strange had just occurred and as if there hadn't been any panties in the shop all day - if asked, they'll say the shop ran out of their stock of panties and french knickers that morning.



OSAKA STATION

Two men can be seen watching Mayumi. One is a giant of a man wearing a very brightly colourful suit, with a black tie. Instead of shoes, he wears combat boots. He carries a big sports bag that looks full. His partner is short, mousy looking, with a moustache, and wears an expensive leather jacket and designer jeans. There is a slight bulge under the jacket near his left underarm. Even as they watch Mayumi, they both look around alertly, but calm and confident.

Mayumi sees that one of them is holding a digital video camera and is filming the station, as if he was only a tourist.

 

[Lovelynice]

Mayumi Serurier

Mayumi looked up at the time, and saw that it was only a few minutes to 10am, and again she considered leaving. As she glanced around searching for some sign of whoever it was that asked her to meet them she spotted two men who stood out from everyone else. Both were foreigners, European or American, and one was a huge guy, freakishly big and wearing a brightly coloured suit which was mish-mash of clashing colours. It drew even more attention to him. With him was a short man with a moustache, who was using a digital video camera. She realized then that these two men kept watching her, and sometimes pointed the camera in her direction. More of than not.

Was this who she was supposed to meet? Mayumi became very nervous and more than a little scared, but she decided to wait a little bit longer although she felt very strongly that she should leave and runaway.

 

[Tanuki]

Karina Fiori

Karina was in the back of the store, searching. There was no exit, and she felt panic setting in. The petite Japanese clerk was coming toward her with a tape measure.

"Fiori-san, I must measure size," said the girl with a smile. Karina ignored her. In fact she did like to buy her bras in Asia, for they did measure you, and the bras were a lot more comfortable, as if designed for comfort rather than display. She shook her head, I have to get out of here, they must be almost at the entrance!

Karina spotted a stairs, and she stood for a second, biting her lip. Which way?? She glanced toward the entrance and saw people staring down the street, probably at the two large, conspicuous foreigners in dark suits. Without another thought, Karina dashed up the stairs, hiking up her dress. The rush of cool air from upstairs passed between her legs as she ran, bringing renewed awareness of her state. I can't let them find me without panties! she lamented. My career would be over if the word go out! If I won't steal anything, I'll have to buy one.

The second floor was the exotic section, and Karina put her hand to her mouth as she caught sight of the wild patterns and shapes of the underwear. She'd once bought a red pair of panties, and had felt a rush at her sense of daring. She gasped, spotting a section for sexual aids, and she looked away, for the shapes were too embarrassing. Quickly, she moved in the direction of the less exotic underwear, and looked for a suitable pair of panties.

It was then that Karina noticed the commotion. Two more pretty Japanese girls were running around, looking at the racks. She understood a little Japanese, and they seemed to be saying that the panties were all gone. Then suddenly they stopped looking, and returned to normal as if nothing had happened. Karina shrugged and kept looking, but sure enough, the racks of panties were all empty. The girl suddenly felt naked, and she was shocked to realize the sensation was making her feel warm inside. Shaking it off, Karina looked around nervously. She'd wasted too much time already, now she had to find a way out. There must be an emergency stairwell in the back.

 

[Silvergirl]

Natalie O’Reilly

They’d had to move too fast when it was learned that Agents were in the area already. At first it looked liked the mission had been blown, but the Agents weren’t after the Japanese college girl, this time, they were moving in pursuit of a foreign violinist. Somebody famous.

There was too much chance of errors leading to the college girl being caught by the Agents by ill luck. The Doc himself had decided to get involved. He wanted that college girl, said she was perfect and definitely had the talent. Neither could they allow the violinist to be caught by the Agents. The Doc had been monitoring her for years, and besides, he liked Ms Fiori’s music.

So here was Natalie, newly arrived in the office of a lingerie shop of all places. To her it was a form of torture. None of the pretty things on display could be worn by her, and the other things there were way too – mmm – Okay, she pushed the thought away.

Looking through the one-way glass of the empty office, Natalie saw the melting shimmer of the disappearing panties and knew it was Dr Eon who had done that. Nobody could properly explain how he did things like that, but it made her feel safer knowing that he was around. Also more nervous in a different fashion. She glanced around worriedly, wishing that she could wear some underwear, then opened the door of the office and went out into the shop.

The target girl, their next “recruit”, was wandering around the rear of the floor looking for a way out, no doubt. Natalie knew there wasn’t one. The Agents had changed that already. The only fire exit was bricked up; the girl would only find a brickwall when she opened the door.

The shop assistants had seen a lot of liberal behaviour and dress sense among customers, but when they saw Natalie walk by wearing only a beachdress that was barely covering her derriere, with a belt that emphasized her tight waist, and 6” white pumps – and definitely not wearing a bra, and maybe not panties either, the Japanese girls did a stunned double take. They whispered to each other as Natalie passed them, and she blushed knowing what they were talking about.

The Agents would be here in moments, Chris told her over the mike; she had no choice but to do the extreme.

Natalie ran to the female Korean-Italian violinist, and yelled at her, “Come with me if you want to live!”

Only afterward did she realize how corny that sounded.

Not waiting for any answer, Natalie grabbed the surprised young lady and leaped straight upward to crash through the ceiling. Splinters and broken wood exploded upward from the impact. Fortunately, according to the specs, all the floors in this building were only timber. She landed onto the next floor, which was a storeroom. Chris told her over the mike that there was a set of stairs leading to the roof from here, but with all the boxes piled high, Natalie couldn’t see it immediately.

 

[Veryknowing]

OOC

HONEY RIVER LINGERIE

The stairs from the storeroom to the roof are behind a pile of boxes because they are rarely used. They are steep stairs, but as soon as somebody goes up them, the lights turn on (to prevent accidents). Whoever leads the way up the stairs is going to give the follower a nice view. From the flat concrete rooftop, some of the other rooftops can be accessed, and the nearby river can be seen. The wind has risen, blowing Natalie O’Reilly’s beachdress around and often upward, very revealing of her nakedness under the single layer of cotton. It also blows around the high-sided red dress of Karina Fiori, revealing much to the observant. For a few seconds the breeze blowing around Karina seems to caress her skin, blowing at the space between her thighs like a warm breath, and a finger-like caress of wind runs a line of sensation up her inner right thigh. It almost feels as if somebody has touched her, but there is nobody there.



OSAKA STATION

At exactly 9:59am, the short man with a moustache points his digital video camera towards Mayumi, the images relayed elsewhere. The lights dim momentarily in the station, as Mayumi feels the cool air on the bare skin under her skirt. Her panties are no longer in existence, and her college uniform skirt is gradually shortening, the hem rising higher. By exactly 10am, Mayumi’s skirt has a hem only her palm’s breadth below her femininity. Then a tall man with long silvery-white hair, broad shoulders, and an athletic build is standing behind her. His age is difficult to determine; his face is unlined, his skin a golden tan, and below his white bushy brows, peculiar dark blue eyes glitter with his supreme confidence, and long wisdom. He could be any age from his mid-twenties to his seventies, but he seems much older, and yet ageless at the same time.

 

[Lovelynice]

oops - double post

 

[Lovelynice]

Mayumi Serurier

Should I wait or should I go?, Mayumi thought to herself, Why am even I doing this? I shouldn't have come. It's silly. It's a waste of time.

She looked at the clock again.

9:59

Only one minute to go.

Mayumi glanced around and saw that the mousy-looking guy with the moustache was pointing his video camera directly at her this time. He was grinning as well. The giant guy next to him also grinned. He looked ready to laugh at any moment. Why were both of them looking at her like that? What’s so funny?

Maybe this is all a joke?

She felt a breeze blow, and without thinking, Mayumi put her hands down to hold down her skirt. And touched the smooth warm skin of her bare legs instead.

Huh???

Mayumi glanced down then, suddenly seeing that her conservative skirt was shortening. Shrinking. The hem was already above half-thigh and still slowly going upward. Mayumi was fascinated and horrified at the same time. This is impossible. As she tried to rationalize an explanation, Mayumi half-wondered if it was a side-effect of the new washing powder that she‘d started using the day before. Then she started to panic and the fascination was forgotten as the skirt reached really indecent shortness. She glanced around hoping that nobody was going to perve on her like this. The guy with the video camera openly leered, and the giant guy in the crazy suit had such a big grin that Mayumi was half waiting for him to turn into an anime character.

There was a tall guy standing right behind her, Mayumi belatedly realized…she didn’t even notice him approaching. She turned around in surprise, and saw this amazing guy. Her mouth dropped open and she blushed. She felt nearly naked standing there, as if he could do anything he wanted to her, and she was laying on a bed waiting for him. Her pussy moistened and inside Mayumi was feeling suddenly very hot. She could feel cool air directly on her skin under the skirt, as she if wasn’t wearing anything under it. She held the too short hem of her skirt with one hand desperately wanting it to become longer again, while her other hand she held against her breasts as if she was naked in front of him.

“Who are you?”, she asked, blushing as she remembered the indecent shortness of her skirt.

She was in awe, and she didn’t even know a thing about him.

 

[ImpWizard]

Mr Black

Entering the lingerie shop, Mr Black was instantly aware of it’s design and followed standard procedure. The rear door that opened onto the alley behind was gone, replaced by a wall of clothing shelves. The upstairs fire exit was blocked by a brick wall. He sent Mr Brown towards the rear of the shop to search for the target. Mr Black then went up the stairs, his unnatural heaviness making them creak.

Scan says she’s upstairs spotted by a shop assistant, came the datum.

He proceeded up the stairs the rest of the way in a run, not yet willing to Download as it was sometimes time consuming and in this case would take a few seconds too long. He arrived only barely in time to see a scantily dressed and sexy beautiful girl grab the surprised target, and leap upward through the ceiling. Impossible, to normal humans.

They’re here, he sent the datum, one of Dr Eon’s girlslave-fighters just took the target through the ceiling.

Mr Black ran to the next set of stairs to go upward.

A glimpse of naked ass cheeks having a peculiar effect on his sense of logic. Next time he would be quicker. I wanted to do things to that girl. He didn’t know what exactly.

 

[Tanuki]

Karina Fiori

There, the door! Karina started moving toward the exit, when suddenly there was a shimmering, as if the room was expanding quickly, and then shrinking.

She looked about the second floor of the shop, and her eyes went wide as she spotted a sexy blonde woman striding confidently straight toward her. Karina's eyebrows wrinkled in distaste as she saw that the strikingly curvacious woman wore no bra beneath her thin beach dress, and . . . yup, no panties! But then again, neither am I today! she reminded herself.

Then the woman was no longer walking, but dashing toward her, and Karina tensed, unsure what to do.

“Come with me if you want to live!” yelled the woman, her voice a match to her sexy, mature figure. Karina was just wondering where she'd heard that line before, when her world turned upside down. In a blur of motion, the woman grabbed her around the waist and then they both shot upward through the ceiling. The crash of splintering wood and plaster was deafening, and Karina's scream died in her throat, replaced by her stomach as they came to a halt on the floor above.

The blonde woman moved quickly and purposefully to a stairwell, and then climbed it. Karina followed, still not believing what had just happened. She hardly noticed the odd warm breeze that passed between her legs, billowing her dress about her long legs. It was only when she reached the roof that she noticed the lingering sensation of an intimate touch on her inner thigh. The girl wrapped her arms around herself and shivered, but the sensation dissipated quickly.

Off to her right, Karina spotted the fast moving Yodo River, and then suddenly the enormity of the last thirty seconds came to her, and she felt dizzy, dropping to her knees on the concrete roof.

What's happening to me?

 

[ImpWizard]

Mr Black

He ran up the stairs rapidly, leaping six steps at a time, and came bursting through the door onto the third floor only in time to see the target in a red dress as she went through a door to the roof access stairs. Not waiting for breath as he didn’t need to, Mr Black ran to the door and ran up the steep stairs, his feet pounding hard. At the top, he didn’t bother trying to open the door, for he knew it most likely that Dr Eon’s nympho-girl would’ve tried to block it anyway. Instead he charged the door full on, and smashed the metal door off the frame. It went flying across the flat rooftop to crash with an equally loud BANG of heavy metal on concrete.

Shots came towards him seemingly in slow motion. He dodged them easily, but he knew that they were simply a delaying tactic. He brought his own gun out then, and started firing at the nympho-girl. His partner, Mr. Brown was trying to intercept by Downloading into a body ahead of the target’s predicted course of escape.

 

[Silvergirl]

Natalie O’Reilly

Running up the stairs with Ms Fiori behind her, made Natalie all too aware that the other woman would be able to see up her beachdress and know that she was wearing absolutely NOTHING underneath.

Oh God, she hoped that the other woman couldn’t see how horny she was as well.

Once she reached they reached the rooftop, Natalie pulled out her handgun from the small bumpack that hung on her belt. She looked around trying to take into her situation, saw the Yodo River not far away and knew that railway station was on the other side of that river. Some other of Dr Eon’s nympho-girls could make that jump, but with Ms Fiori to carry as well, Natalie wasn’t sure that she could do it without injuring the other young woman.

Then Natalie glanced back at her charge, and saw Ms Fiori was kneeling and looking around in shock. Just then, the rooftop door was smashed open in a deafening roar, flying high across the roof to crash down loudly. Natalie had her gun pointed and firing without even thinking, her call on the lapel mike filled with fear.

“Chris, we’ve got some real trouble…it’s Black”, she told him.

She knew that the Agent called Mr. Black was unlike the others. He was less predictable, and very smart. Worse still he had a team of four besides himself, with meant there were three other Agents around that they hadn’t found yet.

“Run!, Ms Fiori, run!”, she shouted, preparing to fight and yet really very, very scared.

As the Agent advanced on her, Natalie noticed that the other woman hadn’t started running yet.

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, DO YOU WANT TO DIE?”, she yelled in desperation, “RUN!!!”

Then she was being shot at, the first shots missed her, but were fearfully close. Natalie dodged with extraordinary agility, then started running across the flat roof to force the Agent into turning to follow her. Perhaps that way Ms Fiori would have a chance to get away.

Natalie hoped that somebody was coming to the rescue, and soon.

 

[Veryknowing]

OOC

ROOFTOP OF HONEY RIVER LINGERIE

The wind whispered in her ear like the touch of a warm breath, “…..You can run like the wind, Karina, run and the wind will carry you, safety is not far away now, believe in yourself…”

A swirling of the air played around behind her ear and caressed softly down her neck and was gone…

Around her came the loud thunder and sharp cracks of gunfire, as the man in the darksuit and the scantily dressed girl both began shooting at each other. Neither hitting, so far...

Bullets whizzed about in a cacophony as if Karina Fiori was in the midst of a sudden war. Concrete shattered from impacts of lead, sparks flew. The wind picked up and blew all the stronger, flapping her dress and the beachdress of the other girl with the gun. The only exits were either a desperate run at the door past the man in the dark suit, or climbing onto the adjacent roofs which nearby were all the same level or rarely more than a metre's difference in height.



Dr Eon

He looked down at the girl, barely of age, shorter than the average and slender. He towered over her, but he didn’t want to scare her. So he knelt down on one knee as if he was a romantic lover about to propose to her. It also gave him a more interesting view of her long shapely thighs, but he kept his expression inscrutable.

“Hello Mayumi”, he said in his gentle voice, “Very nice to meet you at last. You want to find out the truth, so do we, and I’m hoping that you can help me too….and I really do need your help. But we must get moving. Soon our enemies will be here, and they will try to kill the truth that you have seen. They will try to kill you too, but we won’t let them.”

 

[Lovelynice]

Mayumi Serurier

Mayumi had forgotten about running away, but she was very self-conscious of the shortness of her skirt. When this man, who she didn’t know, went down on one knee like he was about to propose marriage to her (like they did in the foreign movies), Mayumi’s first thought was, He's trying to peek up my skirt!

But then he was serious, his manner and voice gentle, as he said in perfect Japanese, “Hello Mayumi…Very nice to meet you at last. You want to find out the truth, so do we, and I’m hoping that you can help me too….and I really do need your help. But we must get moving. Soon our enemies will be here, and they will try to kill the truth that you have seen. They will try to kill you too, but we won’t let them.”

The way he was focused on her as he said these things, the way he mentioned that he needed her help, his warning of danger, and offer of protection. These words made her think. Most of all they made her want to stay and listen to him more. She’d begun to suspect who this man was, and she asked before, but he hadn’t yet answered her.

“Who are you?”, she asked again.

Mayumi glanced around and saw that the giant of a man in the crazy coloured suit, and the little guy with the moustache had both moved away, but their stance was like they were bodyguards. They were also looking a little worried and determined at the same time.

 

[Tanuki]

Karina Fiori

Karina knelt on the concrete roof, trying to make sense of what happened. Then she heard the wind rustle softly in her ear,

“…..You can run like the wind, Karina, run and the wind will carry you, safety is not far away now, believe in yourself…”

A swirling of the air played around behind her ear and caressed softly down her neck . . . an intensely pleasurable sensation that made Karina's heart flutter.

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, DO YOU WANT TO DIE?”, yelled the blonde woman, “RUN!!!”

The frantic tone in her voice combined with the sudden snap of bullets heating the air near her head, galvanized Karina into action. She sprang to her feet, took one look at the black-suited agent who'd burst through the door, and took off in the other direction. Karina ignored her dress as it flew up around her hips, her thighs and her bottom exposed, all that mattered were her feet pounding the concrete as she sprinted.

In only seconds, the edge of the roof was approaching; the lip of the next roof was a good four feet above her. With the strange whisper still running through her mind, Karina surprised herself by leaping into the air, willing herself across the space. The roof disappeared beneath her feet, and she glanced down to see the street, three stories down.

Oh god, I'm not going to make it!

 

[Veryknowing]

Dr Eon

“Who are you?”

“I thought you would’ve guessed that already, Mayumi”, he told her, “I am Doctor Eon, but don’t tell anyone you don’t know…”

He smiled mischievously, and his deep blue eyes glittered with grandfatherly amusement.

“…I’m supposed to be a notorious terrorist and fanatic madman”, he said, “If you believe my press..”

Dr Eon then stood again, and glanced around. His eyebrows raised and seeming to communicate to the other two men by only a look. They instantly moved into action, with the professional calmness of long practice. They began walking towards the main entry to the street, the moustache guy carrying a very familiar style of handbag that looked a lot like hers, and some girl’s clothing. He glanced at her and seemed to leer appreciatively.

Dr Eon hadn’t yet begun to move, but turned back to this cute half-Japanese girl, his eyes lighting up with some anticipation.

“You will have to go with them, Mayumi”, he told her, “Then we can talk further. Unfortunately, I have other business to attend to.”

He looked down at her, smiling with his mouth, but his eyes serious.

“Unless, of course, you would prefer to stay in Osaka Station without any clothes on? George is carrying them, so you better hurry up and catch him. He has your handbag too.”

Mayumi was stark naked, exposed for all the people around to see. A curlicue of air like a warm breath could be felt spiraling up the inside of both her thighs, and a caress of the wind was almost like a finger stroking around in circles on her bare bottom. The wind tingled her nipples with a chill, and blew like a breath behind both her ears.

Dr Eon was already gone by the time she looked up again, and the two men were walking fast towards the doors, carrying her clothes and handbag. He was nowhere in sight. Gone.

People stopped and stared. Children pointed her out to daddies who were then told off by their wives for looking at her. A station attendant began walking towards her, his face stern and disapproving. A group of sleazy salarimen leered and made loud and lewd comments. An old lady frowned at her, as if thinking that Mayumi's nudity in a public place was quite obscene.

Meanwhile, Mayumi's clothes were getting further away unless she ran to catch up with them.



OOC

FROM THE ROOFTOP OF HONEY RIVER LINGERIE TO….

As Karina sailed through the air, and felt the vertigo of a coming fall…then the wind went crazy wild around her, flapping the front and back of her dress up above her head, twirling them around, while a cold wind blew up between her legs, across the skin of her backside, and her mound, traveling up in a gentler fashion across her bare breasts and the bare skin of her back, and bare arms, for suddenly Karina Fiori was naked as the day she was born and not wearing a scrap of clothing. Nor was her dress anywhere in sight, as she found herself thrown skyward to come dropping down far further than she could ever have jumped unaided.

There was a hotel swimming pool below. A rooftop hotel swimming pool. With people in swimsuits all around it, relaxing, as Karina fell down unceremoniously into the very centre of the blue pool with a great splash that drenched everyone nearby and knocked the glasses off a tray that a stumbling waiter was carrying. He fell into the pool too.

“Miss Fiori!”, somebody shouted, “Miss Karina Fiori!”

There was tall man in a white suit carrying her red dress, his hair was long and silvery-white, and he was smiling. Lots of other people were glancing her way and some had expressions of sudden, and very surprised, recognition of the famed violinist who was now completely nude in the rooftop swimming pool of a very famous hotel.

Nearby, in the pool as well, the blonde girl in the beachdress was just climbing out. The beachdress utterly drenched, sticking to her skin, and mostly translucent where it was most wet. Natalie O’Reilly had asked for rescue too.

“We best hurry, you two”, the man called out, “Mr. Black and his other Agents won’t be delayed long by this ruse. Come with me, Ms Fiori, I have some more clothes and your handbag as well. If you choose not to, then I’ll let those men in the black suits have you first. They will be here very shortly.”

 

[Tanuki]

Karina Fiori

Karina sailed through the air, her hands instinctively held out in front of her as she crested and began to fall. A scream escaped her throat as she accelerated downward - toward a large blue rectangle on the roof of a tall building. With a geyser of water, the now naked girl touched down in the huge rooftop pool. The cool water immediately felt wonderful on her bare skin.

No! My dress!! Karina panicked, splashing to the surface to see a small crowd of mostly Japanese at the edge of the pool, looking at her. Karina reached out to grab the side of the pool, her other hand covering her breasts.

“Miss Fiori!”, somebody shouted, “Miss Karina Fiori!”

Oh no! lamented the girl, pressing against the side of the concrete pool to try to cover herself. Someone recognized me!

There was more splashing to her right. It was the blonde in the beachdress, and she was climbing out of the pool, her firm leg and back muscles rippling. The dress clung to her like a second skin, showing off the woman's magnificent body. Then Karina spotted a tall man in an expensive white designer suit. He had her Chinese dress draped over his arm, smiling warmly as he watched the commotion around her.

“We best hurry, you two”, the man called out, “Mr. Black and his other Agents won’t be delayed long by this ruse. Come with me, Ms Fiori, I have some more clothes and your handbag as well. If you choose not to, then I’ll let those men in the black suits have you first. They will be here very shortly.”

He knew her name, maybe another fan? Karina had no choice. Grimacing, and trying to avoid eye contact with her crowd of admirers, she quickly hoisted herself out of the pool. Fortunately, Japanese never passed up an opportunity to oggle a blonde woman, and they forgot about the dark haired Eurasian violinist. One young man had not forgotten however, and Karina screamed as he pulled out an expensive Nikon camera and started snapping pictures of her. Karina's hands struggled helplessly to hide her breasts and the dark patch between her legs from his lens, and then she ran red-faced through the crowd to catch up with the man who had her dress.

My career is ruined! she thought, a tear beginning to form in her eye. Then she remembered - she'd already decided to give up her performing career.

 

[Lovelynice]

Mayumi Serurier

Her first hint was the sensation like cool air playing over her skin everywhere, but Mayumi ignored it. Even as people stopped to stare, and men began to leer or perve at her. A tickling breeze blew up her legs, feeling very nice. Then a touch of the wind seemed to blow across her bottom in a way that reminded Mayumi of a finger touching her. It made her jump a little in surprise, but nobody was there.

Until Dr Eon said to her…
“Unless, of course, you would prefer to stay in Osaka Station without any clothes on? George is carrying them, so you better hurry up and catch him. He has your handbag too.”

Mayumi looked down at her nakedness, not really believing his statement, she had to look twice. She was naked. Nude. Absolutely not a scrap of clothing on. Not even her big socks. She was standing in Osaka Station’s main concourse only wearing her high-heels and nothing else. Mayumi glanced back up and found that Dr Eon was gone. Disappeared as if into thin air. He must’ve left while she was distracted but how? How did her clothes disappear. Oh, that’s right, those men have them. But how???

Oh my, I’m NAKED! In public. With people all around.

Mayumi screeched and started running after the men who had taken her clothes, not knowing what else to do. People were taking pictures of her, Cellphones were clicking everywhere. Typical in Japan, anything interesting, first reaction take a picture, and everyone had a camera on their cellphone! EVERYONE.

There’d be dozens of pictures of her being spread from cellphones to cellphones all over Osaka.

She tried to cover herself as best she could, but knew it really made no difference at all. There were too many people, and what was she going to do when she had to chase those men outside, onto the street? She blushed hotly all over as she wished that she could hide!

 

[ImpWizard]

Mr Black (Agent)

The target had leapt while the nympho-girl fought a delaying action against him, and suddenly both the young women had been swept upward by a powerful wind, and telekinetic forces that should’ve been impossible according to the rules of the Weave carried them far further than he could leap to chase them. Black stopped to watch them. Putting his gun away calmly, but he watched as the red dress of the target disappeared as if ripped off by the wind.

Mr Brown has sent datum that he was already Downloaded close by the hotel where the target had fallen. His other three Agents were Downloading into patrons and staff of the hotel at that very moment. Dr Eon had been spotted at the hotel as well.

 

[Veryknowing]

OOC

OSAKA JR STATION

Outside the huge train station, there were crowds of people milling around and passing by. The bus terminal was busy, and the road was filled with passing cars in the bright sunlight. Many people are stunned to see the beautiful nude girl who is only wearing a pair of black high-heels. She has not yet noticed that her shoes now have 5” heels, but she soon will. The wind blowing occasionally over her bare skin reminding her very well that she hasn’t a stitch of clothing on.

The huge man in the crazy coloured suit is standing next to a white limousine parked at the nearest kerb and waiting for her. He smiles broadly when he sees her.

“Your clothes are in the car”, he calls out to Mayumi, “It will take you where Dr Eon can meet you again. You can get dressed on the way there.”



Dr Eon

He looked on, as Ms Karina Fiori climbed out of the pool, but he knew that they didn’t have much time. He passed a towel to her first, but it was too small for her to wrap around, only barely large enough to dry herself with. Then he walked towards the side of the building where the air shimmered for a moment and the concrete flowed and steel girders grew upward in seconds to create an elevator with bronze doors (and a blue awning over the doors) that was now part of the building and went directly to the ground. He didn’t care that people saw this happen and expressed surprise, because he knew that seconds later the Weave would take over and stimulate them to believe that the elevator had already been there. It fit the style and architecture of the building as well, not standing out as unusual in any way.

Only those whose bodies were outside the Weave, or whose belief in the Weave’s reality was already mixed with doubt, would remember that a major change had been made. Even then, for those inside the Weave’s direct control, it would be easy to forget, and easy to believe in the Weave’s reality again.

The elevator doors opened with a “ping” as he approached, and walked within, Dr Eon waited only barely long enough for the two young women to enter. The doors closed immediately afterward, and the elevator headed downward to the hotel lobby at a rapid pace. The glass sides allowed a nice view of the nearby Osaka JR Station and the surrounding buildings.

Ms Karina Fiori found that the red dress that Dr Eon had given to her to wear wasn’t the same as the one she’d been wearing. It was an indecently short version of a Chinese dress, with the front and rear only barely covering her modesty, but the side slits still went to her hips. It was a very revealing dress, and was barely long enough to be called one. Tightly it clung to her like a second skin, and shimmered with a metallic red sheen. He also gave her some very high-heeled red pumps to go with it, but no underwear of any kind.

For Natalie, he simply had her clothes remade dry again. Her damp skin would wet the beachdress nicely in strategic spots.

As they were going downward in the elevator, he spoke to Karina.

“Miss Fiori”, he told her, “That was a wonderful display of musical talent that you showed last night, but those men in the black suits are not an appreciative audience. They want to remove that talent you have, kill you in fact just to be sure, because you have discovered that this world is not real. It is a fabrication. A prison of illusion. I assume that you want to learn what the truth really is, but can you handle it?”

“Oh, I forgot my manners”, he smiled at her in a gentlemanly fashion that was very old fashioned, “I am called Doctor Eon”, and waved a hand with a flourish towards the beautiful buxom blonde in the beachdress, “and this is Natalie.”

The elevator doors opened onto the lobby, and suddenly there was shooting. Bullets sang as they ricocheted off the metal walls of the elevator car, before the doors suddenly disappeared. Dr Eon turned around on his heel and focused on the glass rear wall, another door opened there, but Mr Black and his other Agents were already outside, running to intercept.

Oh oh, thought Dr Eon, as two Agents newly Downloaded into passers-by reached out and grabbed Karina Fiori, their hands groping her breasts and lifting the rear flap of the short red dress. They felt up her lovely ass cheeks even as one was reaching for handcuffs to use on her.

 

[Silvergirl]

Natalie O’Reilly

Natalie had asked for help, but it had still been a surprise when the order came through her earpiece to “Jump!”, and she was carried skyward on a crazy whirlwind that very nearly tore her off her beachdress. It would’ve succeeded too, if she hadn’t realized what it was and held onto the flimsy clothing as hard as she could.

Not so surprisingly, she was dropped into a pool.

They ALWAYS dropped her into a pool, or a river, or a lake, or the sea, or somebody’s bathtub. If she was dropped from any kind of height above that of a building, and there was even a puddle of water nearby, Natalie usually found herself splashing into it.

This time she was dropped into the rooftop pool of a luxury hotel. Well, at least she was luckier than Ms Karina Fiori. Natalie still had some clothes on.

Dr Eon was waiting for her at the side of the pool, and Natalie felt her usual mixture of emotions regarding him. He was part of her existence, and he was helping her, she did sort of fight for him willingly, but she wished that she could wear some underwear and had more free choice in her own behaviour.

Dr Eon did his reality-melting thing again, and a lift appeared that would carry them down the outside of the hotel building. Supposedly, according to him, people did the reality-changing stuff in the Weave and the Real World all the time, but generally in tiny minor ways that you had to look really hard for before you could notice. Apart from Dr Eon, the only others who regularly could change things on a macro-scale in the Weave were the Agents, but they seemed to need to concentrate more than he did, and generally lacked true imagination.

As they went down in the glass-sided lift, Natalie admired Ms Fiori’s form, and liked it. She looked good in the little red dress. Natalie looked forward to getting to know her better in time, if she got the chance.

Reaching the ground floor and the lobby wasn’t the safety she’d hoped for. The Agents had apparently expected them and got ahead, but Natalie had expected the Agents too. Even before they reached the ground floor, she had prepared her pistol and was ready. Bullets were flying everywhere, as Natalie’s skill downloads and training took over. She dived out of the confined lift car and began to move around behind the Agents as fast as she could. Two Agents downloaded quickly into a couple of passers-by, both businessmen, and were too close to stop. They grabbed Ms Fiori with their usual speed, and one was already putting handcuffs onto her restrained arms.

Then both of them leaped upward, taking the beautiful young woman with them. Natalie was stuck in a quandary. Should she stay with Dr Eon and help fight off the three remaining Agents, or should she go after Ms Fiori?

But Mr Black was here too. He was no ordinary Agent. She had to stay and help Dr Eon, until others arrived or they could get away.

Ms Fiori was on her own; but hopefully the Agents wouldn’t kill her immediately. Hopefully.

Besides, Dr Eon really did like her music.