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It was an unusual song. It was rare nowadays for synthetic music to be so unique, the market’s demand for identical productions seemed to only increase. Large, repetitive beats followed by linear increasing or decreasing pitches. That, apparently, was what made up music now. But this… No, this was something else altogether. Synthetic, yes, but a wide variety of programmed instruments had been used. But it was not only the depth of the music that was so enticing. Through the initial sounds, the polyrhythm of the instrument makes their mark, boring into the mind of any who could appreciate it. Clever uses of single notes prevent the song from dissolving into an incomprehensible slugfest of competing melodies and riffs. Simplicity was not the crime of these songs, for simplicity in itself is originality. The blandness, laziness, and the lackadaisical nature of these creations are the cause of her disgust towards them.
Qilin looked up from her beverage as the song continued to pound away, apparently right into her being. Her pale cheeks were flushed, a combination of the effects of the drink she was holding and the appeal of the song. Oh yes, the song was stirring indeed, exciting her much more than the flashing lights or the dancing silhouettes inside the club. Her ears were ringing, and she could hear own pulse clearly. Looking around, she could see that the other patrons of the establishment had displayed no particular reaction to the song, behaving as they always did. Careless, lumbering and crawling along life as they always did. Whatever worries they might have held were certainly to be petty ones indeed, ones that could simply be drowned out by frequenting a club such as this one.
Another sharp turn in the song’s structure and once again offered something new, exciting, and crushing her previous interpretations of the song. But the root message coming across was still the same. The song was beckoning, not to anyone else, but her. Beckoning for her to deliver the message of the song to those incompetents. Alright, perhaps not beckoning as such, but the drink was strong and she was in the mood. Besides, the song rocked and the scum deserved it. Finishing whatever was still inside her cup, Qilin stood from her seat. Into the crowd she went, and whoop, she found what she was searching for. Some tanned hunk of an idiot, grinding with a few girls who could only be described as humanoid shaped oranges. Heading straight for him, Qilin barely paused as she glanced with an innocent eye towards the two human oranges who had somehow mysteriously toppled over. Well, some people just ain’t cut for the dance floor.
The man’s attention diverted away from other ‘distractions’ now, focusing on what he thought he wanted to focus on. The young woman that had suddenly appeared before him, more prominent than all the other sights of the club he had previously laid eyes upon. Qilin had to admit she certainly wasn’t the best dancer, but she was young and had a lithe body, her clothes weren’t generic drabs, and she looked different to other bimbos. Swaying in the light and music, this man wasn’t her prime goal this most cherry of nights, but it was the first step. A few head bobs here, a few hip swings here, and soon she had her chance. Qilin leaned into him, because that seemed to be normal, and out with a quick swish came her hypodermic. All the while, the man obviously could not pay attention to her hands, given the placement of his hands on her rear which she shook her head at.
Oh well, she wouldn’t be the sorry one after this. Rather small, less than the size of half her palm, the hypodermic was filled a glowing liquid that seemed to be the substance that lay within glowsticks and necklaces. Hand shooting out, Qilin jabbed the man and administered more than a full dose. He didn’t notice, just as she had expected, the alcohol and atmosphere of the place was more than enough of a distraction. And indeed, a distraction he will soon become. After counting to five, Qilin moved on, the man feeling slightly dejected for a moment but soon entering a state of elation. Everything was felt more vividly for the man, everything glistened and shimmered, vibrating and shaking. Oh, he was having so much fun.
Qilin waited, waited, and then some more. And finally, the real fun started. Couldn’t be heard of course, Qilin was standing much too far away, but she could play that familiar sound inside her mind. A progressive hiss as the mans’ arteries ruptured one by one. Rather than an expected guttural cry of shock and pain, the man laughed and laughed, each laugh causing more blood to squirt out. At first, no one noticed, but soon even the booming music could not drown out raucous and distraught screams of disturbed patrons. Exactly as Qilin intended, as she saw security guards rush down to the dance floor to locate the source of disturbance. With a brisk stroll, she entered the previously guarded doors, the back rooms smelling like a mixture of piss and sick.
The music could still be heard, still urging forward, but at this point Qilin required no further motivations. The hum of the power generator and other machinery meant that she had indeed found what she was looking for. An air conditioning unit, the vents were everywhere in the club, but the central unit was here. Digging into her bag, Qilin whistled along to the music. Out along with her hand came a tube, made of a transparent reinforced polymer, which contained a blue gaseous substance. Drumming her fingers along the tube, Qilin took a glance at the power generator before looking over the filters of the air conditioning system. Simple enough. It was a matter of removing some existing tubes and changing the positions of others, but soon enough, the tube was inserted and ready to go.
Qilin clasped firmly on the release trigger of the tube, and the blue contents flushed into the air conditioner, mixing with the nice quality air that was being ushered onto the dance floor. And now she waited, for the strong cocktail of air needed some time before it’s magic could be done. Nevertheless, Qilin wasn’t waiting a single second more than she needed to before her final assignment, for there was always going to be some filthy species that didn’t function the same as humans and other common near-humans. The gas worked well, yes, but it was irrelevant if some certain individual carried his own air around him in a canister. The patrons would feel elated, as Qilin always liked for people to be happy, and then they’d all lie down and have a nice sleep.
It was time now. Qilin was feeling nice, so she’d even turn off the lights and music for them while they slept. Of course, those that fell asleep would not wake up ever again, as their bodies would enter spasms and convulse until it shut down. As for those who couldn’t fall asleep due to the gas… Qilin didn’t like to blow things up, but this time it appeared to be necessary. Facing the power generator, she was now perfectly aware of the useless points in this operation. If she was blowing the entire place up, why even bother drugging the patrons? If she wanted to blow the joint up, when she didn’t really want to, then surely there were other methods? Qilin couldn’t remember when she had planned for this night, or whether she had at all, but the hypodermic and the toxin just seemed to appear when she re-thought of it and required them.
And of course, to make the generator and the place explode, she needed explosives. But where could they possibly be, she having just realised to detonate the club. Oh, hidden underneath some cloth right beside the generator. How convenient, she could almost remember herself placing them there for her own convenience 2 nights ago.
The deed was done, and not for any apparent gains. No background story behind it, no club owner that offended her, or an insolent whelp who had dared to touch her without her consent. Qilin tried hard to remember, now wishing that she had brought along a coat with her as she trudged along the road in the night, the red inferno behind her certainly drawing it’s fair share of attention. It’s funny, once you were that certain distance away from fire, it had no effect on anything. But yes, why did she do it? It certainly was something that was thought out carefully, or at least half-decently. Suddenly pausing in her step, Qilin’s expression changed in an instant, from one of being bewildered and in a dream state to one of clarity. She could remember everything, the late night sessions and the black market contacts. And the music, that song.
Drats, she forgot to jot down the name of the song before she blew the place up. Qilin’s face was once again content, the sirens of approaching officials and fire-fighters reminding her somehow of food and being hungry. So she walked, as always. It was remarkable, what the body and in particular brain does to protect themselves. A mental block, which she grazed, but couldn’t break. A safety system, which prevented her from crumbling. The untidy machinations of chaos itself, elaborate and messy, never for one to comprehend, but to simply gawp at in awe before carrying on at your own merry pace.
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NAME:
Qilin Luanjie
FACTION:
Sith Empire
RANK:
Acolyte
SPECIES:
Human
GENDER:
Female
Age:
20
Height:
5'6
EYES:
Grey
HAIR:
Black
SKIN:
White
Qilin Luanjie
FACTION:
Sith Empire
RANK:
Acolyte
SPECIES:
Human
GENDER:
Female
Age:
20
Height:
5'6
EYES:
Grey
HAIR:
Black
SKIN:
White
TBA
((Thank you to Radzkie who saved me from posting another fugly profile xD))
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