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<a href="/~Roialty">Qiao</a><br><a href="/~Regaul">Lei</a><br><a href="/~Kirin">Jinlong</a><br><a href="/~dops">Main</a>



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Mei Is a woman in a country believed that woman can hold no power, that they're not strong enough to act alone, and are otherwise used and abused for selfish gain. Abandoned at birth because of her gender she grew up in a tract of street kids that begged borrowed and stole, simply to get by. Kids went missing, kids starved to death and only the strong survived. <br><br>



She, alongside her baby brother zhao, were noticed, four feet high picking a fight with a man she might believe was twice her size over a simple riff of not being seen. The man, against what might have been expected, did not strike her, but instead offered her, and her brother a better place. A home, so to speak, but at what cost.<br><br>



The man, as it turned out was Li-Tan Fa, a wealthy business mogul dealing mostly in dirty money. Him and his "family" if you might were none short of a high profile Mafia. All he was looking for was tough skin. An heir, someone he could claim his blood and take over on save insurance.<br><br>



While it was not uncommon for kids to be plucked off the street, a relatively safe home was uncommon, and for a girl, unheard of. <br><br>



An eccentric man, Fa saw potential in spirit, not in gender, and followed the dying ways of the jinlong Guardians. Mei was trained in Several discipline of martial art as well as shady business techniques including, but not limited to Loan sharking, but as well she was trained deep in spiritualism and tradition of a dying breed.<br><br>



Naturally, Mei was still only insurance. Zhao was trained alongside her and was named first heir to the family business. After several years a third child was adopted into the family and she knew not to question where the kid had come from, though he knew his full name. He went By Zu Huan and metro somehow adopted him more protectively than a brother, and more like a son.<br><br>



Fa was assassinated by an underground resistance group, along with Zhao and the Fall of the mafia was celebrated. Zu, still well underage was escorted to an orphanage for troubled children, and as a last dishonour on Fa, Mei was sold into forced service, In loving conditions often like death itself, otherwise instances where death might be a better option. <br><br>



She killed a client she serviced under in a fit of tension and rage and ran from her captivity, taking hideout in old abandoned safehouses, moving only when it seemed she might be threatened. Word caught that she was mobile, the last of the Li-Tan family was active and old followers tried, succeeded, in finding her. But what they found wasn't the remnants of a strong family.<br><br>



The weight of everything crashed down on her, hard. She'd lost everything, everything she'd ever cared about and seemingly cared about her. The support system and her leg to stand on washed away in a pool of blood and what was left of her was nought more than an object. <br><br>Forced freedom and so very lost. She wasted away in a deep, pseudo depression. The close inner circle that relied on the family did all they could but after so long they could only concede that she was refusing help.<br><br>



They exclaimed proof that a woman was unfit as a leader. these accusations dropped on her like a lead weight and with no where to push her down to, It was almost a violent spring back. Almost driven mad by the sudden shock of this notion she aggressively opposed that she was incapable, and unwittingly took the role to not only rebuild the empire once fallen, but to so effectively transform it to something in which could not be broken down like her father's empire. <br><br>



Driven by indignance and fury, the Virus was rebuilt, all hush hush and underground. Intercepting trade agreements, Shady bets by shadier figures in sidestreet gambling rings, Mei, indifferent to adversary and qualm, was inclined to ...discreetly dispose of anyone who seemed to know too much or be burrowing into the business at hand. She filed down the cities most prestigious to bare bones and weak points and triggered them, earning her way as the sole support system for fumbling companies. Under names and aliases, false licences and other slanderous documentation, Mei Kept businesses out of bankruptcy with loans she knew couldn't be paid back. In exchange she took knowledge as collateral, specifically, she held a stumbling company's heirs. <br><br>



This clear all approach seemed to work, though with people going missing and money unaccounted for, It wasn't long before plebeians caught on to a new opposing force in the city. The virus, having been confirmed dead was not immediately suspect, instead It was believed a new organised group had emerged from their ashes.<br><br>



Authorities seemed to double in numbers and sweep in droves. Young, cowardly followers squaled her name in the face of judgment, and murmurs of the return of the li-tan family struck like electrical storms. Considerations of government conspiracies erupted in the streets. The family was supposed to be gone. In the throng of smoke and riot, Mei went into hiding. <br><br>



The streets no longer freely belonged to her. Mistakes were made and the wolves on the street sought the wolves in their beds and she receded to shadow. Operations stagnated as the core of the remaining family followers dwindles, bought out snitches, or subsequently destroyed for unusual behavior. <br><br>



Mei was restless, acting on knee-jerk reactions, violent outbursts and poison tongues. Took to pacing. Rustling through old files Her father had stashed in nondescript boxes in gutted apartments, she searched for something, something she had missed that restore what she had taken to believe was order in the world. <br><br>



A File came up in her musing. Old newspaper clippings, already yellowing at the edges, half-baked blueprints of plans obviously never executed, confidential, naturally stolen files. She never payed attention to these when they were fresh and new but they seemed to pique her interest now.

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Almost ten years prior, An accident occurred in a medical development lab. Human test subjects were gathered to finalise testing on a localised sedative that would decrease supply need in the enclosed city. The chemical was injectable to the site of an operation, and the sedative reacted to healing properties in the blood. With this in mind, the sedative was meant to linger in the area for as long as said properties were concentrated, thus acting as a numbing painkiller until the wound was healed. At that point the chemical would disperse in the blood, process through the liver and leave the body.

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Complications occurred in the reaction to human test subjects. The sedative worked as intended. Small incisions closed in almost record time and tests indicated that the Chemical dispersed quickly soon after. But past this things began to operate in an odd fashion. A test subject grew irritable and violent, numb to the people around him, two other test subjects died at his hands before he could be re-sedated and separated. Investigations of this outburst were in swing when a second side affect came to frution.

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Their control group, unexposed to the sedative began to act strangely. One by one they seemed to cease function. Almost a depressive state, they explained when prompted that they didn't feel anything, as if all conscious had drained from them.

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The sedative was deemed inhumane by authorities and locked off in the lab for further testing. Small reports made public explained that the chemical bypassed the liver by attaching to blood properties. The newfound "cell" caused shutdowns in the brain and on it's death were passed out of the lungs. The dead cell re-stimulated on contact with fresh, foreign cells which triggered a neural override and shut down, non crucial stimulus in the brain.

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Interest was piqued in the ability to shut down the emotional core city as it tried to take her down, and the plan was executed to heist the testable leftovers from the lab.

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Close followers took the sedative, In turn building herself behind a wall of followers indifferent to human spirit. Ther contact with the public, if not lethal started the chain of a mass neural shutdown, spreading not unlike a plague. The people returned to normal life but stopped Noticing, stopped caring about what they saw around them Without effectively shutting down all movement, Mei and her followers were far more free to wiggle and pull the city out from beneath them. And it stopped mattering that the driving force of the City was a woman.

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<img src="http://i57.tinypic.com/2wq5s2r.png" style="float: left;"><h1>Divine intervention</h1>



The chaos that Mei produced in the city piqued the interest of one of the gods beyond the wall. Jiaying, the god of the aforementioned chaos relished in this newfound activity. Beyond the walls it was growing stationary and the belief rippled among the gods that the world was ending. The gods were nearing stasis. The perfect harmonies between light and dark reflected in the night and the day. Ruin and creation came and went without interruption. Even chaos and harmony began the struggle to make amends. Seemingly nothing could be changed, and the world would end. <br><br>



But Jiaying of quick wit followed the chaos that ensued beyond the wall and was pleased with this progress. Gathering that Mei so strictly privy to following the ways of the gods, she was one of adequate nature to follow.<br><br>



Assuming human form, she revealed herself to mei in one of few moments of isolation. Offering a firsthand, though painfully distorted view of the ascension to divinity, offering herself as a guardian spirit until she was rightfully purposed to leave jinlong and enter the holy lands.<br><br>



Jiayings word led Mei's addled mind to believe she was rightfully a god trapped among the plebeian population. In order to ascend she must stand apart from the city, all other man was to be trapped below her. When the city belonged to her, It was no longer an obstacle. In peace she may enter the courtyard<br><br>

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<img src="http://i57.tinypic.com/2wq5s2r.png" style="float: left;"><h1>The Resistance</h1>

With the virus resettled as a true pathogen, the public became dull and uncaring to the events around them. Executions in the streets were walked around. No authority grabbed wrists of suspicious passersby. Followers were violent. soulless man provided easy target practices, businesses drove their lifes work into the ground to hand directly to mei and she reaped the wealth from the people. <br><br>



But something terribly glaring was overlooked. There are exceptions to every rule. <br><br>



Behind the shadows and etched into falsely gaunt faces, there was a Resistance in play. In a city populated by seven million people, it wasn't unfeasible for several thousand to be immune to the aerosol effect of the virus. Still of conscious thought, fear and determination, they found eachother, stood in the wake of destruction and by jinlong herself they would be the ones to end the tyranny.<br><br>



Day to day the resistance operated as a minority government. A leader was elected among them. Factions were divided. The resistance cleared streets of blood and decaying corpses. Honoured the dead among them and outside of them as if they all still felt honour, Funeral pyres were common. Fires left burning in the street smelled of decay and left a smoky haze on the city. <br><br>



They had a goal in mind, despite extraneous efforts. Li-Tan Mei needed to be brought down. Executed. The public couldn't be saved, but it could be protected. Bring down the virus and bring down it's followers. <br><br>



Agression grew in waves when Mei came to realise she was being watched. She, naturally didn't view them as saviours, simply as hindrances to her end goal. Formations were sent to watch the resistance as they cleaned the streets, who gathered with them, who's eyes focussed in the light. Who was hiding under flickering streetlights. The best way to go about it was to dispose of them on contact. But their leader had yet to be found.

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End section. Art, stories linkbacks. things that don't fit in the main line

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blah blah blah talking<br><br><h1><a href="#no">Option 1 •►</a></h1>

<h1><a href="#no">Option 2 •►</a></h1>

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<div id="hover"><a href="#1"><img src="http://i59.tinypic.com/noho37.png"> Jinlong</a></div>

<br><div id="hover"><a href="#2"><img src="http://i59.tinypic.com/noho37.png"> Li-Tan Virus</a></div>

<br><div id="hover"><a href="#3"><img src="http://i59.tinypic.com/noho37.png"> Divine Intervention</a></div>

<br><div id="hover"><a href="#4"><img src="http://i59.tinypic.com/noho37.png"> Mei's Virus </a></div>

<br><div id="hover"><a href="#5"><img src="http://i59.tinypic.com/noho37.png"> Outsiders</a></div>

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