[IC] We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

[Lmpkio]

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@BigPapaBelial, @DeadDrop, @Tsar Gatto

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Without being able to properly listen to his surroundings, Nathan continued to yell at the top of his lungs towards anyone who could help him. While he personally believed that he was yelling in a voice that would considered to be normal, anyone else nearby would hear him screaming like an absolute lunatic. This should promptly alert the corporate forces to confiscate him for his lunacy-like behavior, however they would luckily be picked up by people more akin to him.

The first person to arrive that Nathan saw was a well-toned man with pink-and-white hair. He only saw him just as he turned around, where he saw him approaching him cautiously while being low to the ground. Overjoyed, he crouched as he began pointing to the fallen member.

"Oh thank god you're here!" Nathan expressed desperately in a louder than normal tone, "My comrade here is trapped under the rubble and~!"

Suddenly, Atkin would feel something push him aside as he nearly found himself tumbling down a small pile of debris. He was quickly able to catch his balance, but nonetheless he felt fairly shaken up by the encounter. He didn't hear him coming from behind him at all. In fact, he couldn't hear what the man said afterwards outside of a blurred noise resembling speech, almost as if he was hearing from underwater.

"HEY!" Nathan shouted back defensively as he hopped back onto his feet, "There was no need for~!"

Thankfully Nathan would cease his spastic yelling as he saw both men assisting his fallen comrade. He didn't need to hear to see what was going on and how absolutely torturous it was for his fallen friend. Quickly he too began to comfort the fallen man as he began muttering for him to keep going.

"C'mon man, you're going to be alright." Nathan encouraged hopefully as he tried to help with pushing away the statue, but to no avail. It was too heavy for even the three of them to lift. Tears glistened in his comrade's eyes in a heart wrenching gaze that would sadden even the most pitiful of bastards. Nathan truthfully had not seen his face before but the fact that he was one of his own was enough to move his resolve in getting him out alive.

However the more they tried, the worse the circumstance became. Even Nathan's own eyes began to tear up in despair. Suddenly, his comrade would look to him and speak in a desperate tone. Nathan's head got closer to him in an attempt to listen close at what he has to say. Yet he would be presented with both his bracelet and a package of some kind.

What Nathan would hear next would be vital for the safety of the materials presented to him. While he couldn't hear exactly all that he said, he would catch three phrases in his speech:

"...𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗..."

"...𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚊..."

"...𝙷𝙿𝙵𝙶 ..."

Nathan's brain quickly began to engrave them into his physique; being the only three phrases his ears would relay. They would begin to playback in his mind over and over again, making sure that he gets the idea. Yet it would be enough knowledge for him to understand what he wanted him to do. He grasped the fallen man's hand as he began to stare into his hazy eyes, growing more lifeless by the second. More tears streamed down his own as he watched him leave the physical world and into the afterlife.,,

"I..." Nathan croaked as he sniffled in place, "I won't let you down... I swear by it."

With that he finally lets his partner go and grabs ahold of both items. Glancing over the bracelet first, Nathan read the writing that was engraved into it. It would only show the name:

"Isaiah Relgo".

Nathan went through his memory in order to dig up anything revolving around that name. Yet his conscious was too busy playing back those three words he heard as they quickly constructed a mission goal that he could understand:

"Deliver the Package to Free Mountain.
Bring it to the fallen comrade's brutha.
It will help against the HPFG."

As long as he keeps to that goal, he should have no problem in accomplishing it. And luckily for him, he knew just where to go. Free Mountain is not a literal mountain of the free. Rather it is the largest MLI enclave found right in the middle of the neutral zone. If he can deliver the package there, then his job will be done.

But to accomplish this, he must first get himself out of HERE.

Nathan glanced up to the dark-skinned man who barked something in a rushed tone. No doubt he wanted to get out of here as much as they did. Tucking the package in between his arms, he quickly began to follow Johnny, hoping he had figured a way to get out of here. While he did so, he would finally notice another person that happened to be around them - a tall pale woman with colorful hair and sported a few tattoos on her body. She would to ask something to the rest of the group, which Nathan interpreted as something among the lines of "What the fuck is going on?".

That's when Nathan prematurely spoke his mind regarding his current predicament.

"Free Mountain..." he spoke in a semi-dazed state, not realizing that he was speaking aloud, "I must get to Free Mountain."

[DeadDrop]

𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚊𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢, 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜. 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚎𝚘-𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚊 𝚄𝚂𝙱 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍-𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚐 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍, 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝙻𝚢𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝.

"𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚆𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚉𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎." 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚛 '𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑' 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚝.

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𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚋 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛.

"𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚜?" 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜.




"𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎."

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚁𝚢𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜. "𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚕." 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍-𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜 - 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐.



𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. "ᕼᗩᗯ ᕼᗩᗯ ᕼᗩᗯ! ᑕᒪEᗩᖇᖴᗩᒪᒪᔕ Iᔕ ᖴᖇEE ᑭᒪᗩᑕE ᖴOᖇ ᗰᑌTᗩᑎTᔕ, ᗯE GO TᕼEᖇE ᑎOᗯ TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼ ᔕEᗯEᖇᔕ." 𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚢𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎? "ᗯE ᖴᖇEE ᗰOᖇE ᗰᑌTᗩᑎTᔕ ᖴᖇOᗰ TᕼE ᗯᗩTEᖇ ᕼOᑌᔕE ᑎOᗯ, ᗰOᐯE ᗩᔕIᗪE ᔕᑫᑌIᔕᕼ-GᒪᑌG." 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜, 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚘 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖?

[Blizz]

Of course, in the middle of Addison’s metaphysical stupor, she fell down a fucking hole.

A 15 foot drop into a sewer system, quiet, cool, and fucking dark. She landed safely but she still felt like shit, and yet it was far quieter down there. Addie managed to get onto her feet, but she couldn’t quite see well in the darkness, and the noise from above underground wasn’t filtering through the manhole in a pleasant way, so she elected to get to walking down the dark alley of a sewer complex. The whole time she couldn’t see shit, and the strange feeling in her hands and bones and...atoms? Seemed to not be there either.

Addison tried to wrap her bloodied head around the situation, she could figure out why someone would bomb a societal shithole like Takari. It could be mutants or bandits, they’re too stupid to ride a bike, and two deformed too. MLI...Sunrunners, who the fuck knows, whatever. She just needed to get some place safe that didn’t have people burning alive and getting shot seas around here. Maybe she could find a way out of these sewers if she wandered through the pitch blackness enough.

“Hello?” She thought she heard something.

[Utrax]

^{@DeadDrop@Blizz}

To free more mutants? Tilting his skull to the side in confusion, Paulo stepped aside as commanded, as several questions began bouncing around within him.

Why did Cartelli have slaves? How long had that been a thing? How had they covered it up? How did these mutants get freed in the first place? If they were free then someone was most definitely dead. That wasn't concerning but where had they come from?

What... was he doing? No doubt his family heard about the explosion in the square. There would be panic and questions. Had his panic switch been triggered? Before he even realized it, Paulo had pressed a few command keys into the small console on his suit, and a distorted voice recited to him:


^{"Employee N̷am͡e̶-- ̵P̧a̴ulo Mi͟e͘reles̢
Current District-- U҉nk̕now̧n̨
Vital Signs-- Blood Pressure, ẕ͜e̡̩̞̩̠r̛̠̟̥̫o̤.
Heart rate, ze̠r͘o͎̮̘̠.
Oxygen Saturation, ze̖r͓͖̝͖̲͈͝o͏̞̺ͅͅ.
Last recorded vital signs indicate possible demise of service employee. Assistance request sent. MEDICAL ETA U҉nk̕now̧n̨. Dispatcher Notified. Notification-- UNREAD.
Please move to the nearest safety pod if possible, otherwise, remain in place until MEDICAL can locate you.
Go͟͡o̸̶d҉̷̢ ̢̛͜b̶̡͠y̢͠ȩ."}

As the drone of static within the helmet began again, Paulo looked down, then began his awkward shuffle after the mutants, scooping up a piece of something odd on the floor. This would be his example. "ʜᴇʏ-- *BUBL* Hey! I *GURGLE* Help you," Paulo said, catching up to them, with his object in his non-leaking hand. As demonstration, he placed his leaking hand onto the sewer thing, then watched somewhat in awe as it violently deteriorated, sizzling and popping-- as if it had been made of sand, ready to crumble.

Paulo stopped to look down at his hand again.
The hole.
The acid.
THUD--

The sound was soft but he knew the noises in the darkened tunnels well. Without waiting for confirmation if he could join the mutants, he told them, "I *blub* come back. Close the top *gurgle*." as he turned and shuffled back the way they'd came. He had left the manhole cover open which was wildly irresponsible and could also be a problem for these freedom fighters later.

And then he heard a voice from the darkness.
"Hello?"

Paulo slowed, then came to a halt.
He was behind her-- some distance away but he could see her clearly enough.
Preceded by the noise a water-cooler makes, he answered her back, as cheerfully as he could, "Hello."

[BigPapaBelial]

Mason rifled and picked and poured over the pocket of poor Isaiah Relgo. He's too high at the moment to fully understand that he's digging through the pockets of a dead man. He's barely cooled and Mason figured maybe he has something that can be useful. You never really know. He'd seen holo-vids in the past, some guy important to the plot dies. And no one thinks to check the guys pockets, until sometime later when someone asks, Where's the special video card? and the answer is always, Oh shit! It's in Pappy's pocket...we left it on his dead body! Sure this is no holo-vid, but hey he figured it'd be interesting. He'd never looted someone before. And those times some joy seeker hadn't paid him after a good hard lay don't count. That's just making sure you get your fair price. Trav told him that. Mason continues to loot pulling out some blood stained neo-bucks, he's loath at first to pocket those. He shakes them out, trying to get rid of some of the blood. He then takes a shaky breath, folds them into a wad and stuff it into an inner pocket. The Fuck...why is this guy carrying a USB around. And damn he didn't bring his portable lappy with him like he does sometimes, he'd be able to check the thing or something like that. But well into the pocket that goes. With a soft sigh he takes the picture in hand. Lucidity coming to him as he looks at it, "Fuck son..." He whispers.

After abit he pockets the picture, then looks up at everyone, "Well then...water stores it is. We better get moving." He nods dusting himself off as he stands up.

As he gets to his feet Mason suddenly takes in a deep breath. It's not quite a voice, but a feeling and a inner...sound? Or inner musical note. Four of them actually. Mason bends over slightly hands on his knees, and it's like everything for the little man slows. He can hear it...four...voices...awarenesses...aspects of being. He can hear them...feel them. He tips his head up and can see them! Four...great...big beautiful, fucking incredible beings! One speaks as time seems to stand still for Mason, "Will you look at this little piece of shit here? Look at him brothers. Seriously just look. This one. Of all of the people on this fucking trash pit of a planet, and he's the one." A second speaks, "Gotta admit the guys got a huge set of balls to be the one." A third, "Look at this...you little cuck. What the actually fuck, like a huge set of cajones on you, you little piece of sewer scum. To think our brother would choose you." And finally the fourth, "Alright alright! So he's not the first choice! Fuck you three and the turd ponies you all rode in on. For fuck sakes it is my choice to make and I choose this little turd burgler." The fourth being looks down on Mason, "Don't fuck this up kid. You've got my eye on you. Use my gift." To Mason it's like the song of the universe for abit, a real existential moment. It wasn't actually awarenesses, but like forces, making noises he could understand. It's sure as hell not the Yellow he shot up earlier.

Time restarts. Mason gasps. Straightens up, and with something like a thrum Gravity around him for about ten meters...TWANGS, between seconds it goes from too little, too to much then right back to normal as if nothing happened within a span of moments.

Mason stands there looking about him, "What the fuck..." Is all he can say, he then starts walking, "Water Stores...right...I'm going." He's seen them before. Best he can do is go there right now. And try to figure out what the hell just happened as he goes. It's all he can think of at the moment. What the hell just happened with Gravity and those water stores. Just go go go! It's all he can do right now, because he feels if he doesn't things are going to go insane!

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚜, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. "ᑕOᗰE ᕼEᒪᑭ ᗷᒪᑌᗷ GᒪᑌG" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚋𝚊𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜 "𝚈𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚜". 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚡 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚠 - 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕.

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑, 𝚒𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙰𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑, 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 - 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎?

𝙼𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 (𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚜) 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝙻𝚢𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙, 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢.

[KZOMBI3]

_{mentions of Maddie & the boys @Vocab}

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Calixta seemed to be moving ahead on autopilot, never seeming to stop as muscle memory guided her to the club in. At least, that's where she thought she had been heading. Unfortunately, because she was operating without any cognitive focus she instead found herself outside of one of the water warehouses that littered New Brazil. When she finally stopped, and realized it, she took notice of the throng of people surrounding the outside of the building, screaming and protesting to be let inside. The explosion had rattled more than the windows of the blast radius as it shook the people to their cores. The need for more water than their usual rations were overriding their basic instincts. People clamoring over one another, refusing to let up regardless of who got in the way. Regardless of who got hurt.

She witnessed a small group of armed men walking towards the side of the warehouse armed to the teeth with merc gear and weaponry. Not unlike that shit that was pulled on her, what seemed like ages ago. Cali had worked on the underside of corruption her whole life, it didn't take her long to glance at the lot of them to know that something was amiss. 'Escort and retrieve service?' With eyes focused on the mercenary group a good thirty feet in front of her, she maneuvered her way through the mass of warm bodies, making sure to keep them within her line of sight. The way they had forced another one of their own ahead of them to take on any brunt of the force of the mobs around them, stuck out in Cali's mind. 'Odd'

Though their efforts of using the man as a human meat shield was in vain, the majority of the men looked back to one in particular as if seeking guidance. Eyes glowing with a menacing hue.

Even so, she continued on her way, stalking their movements. However damaged she may have been from the blast, she was still small and nimble to squeeze through a crowd without any issues of being made as a tail. Once they broke through into the building Calixta found herself crossing the threshold as well. Looking up into the expanse of the warehouse, completely at the mercy of the mob of people that then bum rushed the entrance. Luckily, she was able to make her way out of the crowd and off to the side. Bad news is that she was now in the midst of the same group of mercs she was supposed to be looking out for.

Slipping her sheer slip back up onto her shoulders, she scanned the faces before her quickly, shifting her weight onto her organic leg - always make sure the bio-leg is at the ready, insurance and all. As she searched the men before her she couldn't help but linger a bit longer on the only one that seemed around her age; beard matted - most likely from the issue at Takari - dirt and grime coated his skin and clothes, though most fell off in his trek to this location. There was something so oddly familiar about him. Something that pulled at her neurons and subconscious. Screaming at her to remember. He's important. Somehow.

They spared her a quick once over before turning their focus back on everyone scrambling around them. A plan formulating in their leader's mind. As quickly as she could she nudged the familiar looking man, hissing under her breath, "You look oddly familiar..."

[Utrax]

^@DeadDrop

Paulo did a double take-- he didn't want to get left behind.
"Bye!" He bubbled.

Without waiting a moment longer for a response, Paulo turned, then shuffled after the Mutants. Or... should he be saying 'Fellow Mutants'? As they went along through the tunnels, he followed the Mutants at a distance, with questions on his mind. Within him, there lie the burning desire to find a mirror of some sort. If he was gurgling, then there was definitely something new where his face had been. Then again? Perhaps it was for the best that he didn't find a mirror. Maybe it was also for the best that his suit registered him as deceased.

Wouldn't it be easier this way? Not having to confront his family in a state that-- in a lot of loud opinions-- was worse than death. To be an acid leaking gurgling man in a suit definitely implied that there was a lot of change. What would the "regular people" do with him? What would their reactions be upon seeing him? As the Alpha mutant started up the ladder, Paulo stood and waited, and then the noise picked up--

Was that gunfire?

Where were they?

Opening the wrist console on his suit, Paulo pressed a few buttons, which gave him several error messages, before he closed the stupid thing. A displeased bubblling noise left him just before it came to be his turn to climb the ladder. Whatever lay at the surface, Paulo was about a million percent sure he wasn't ready for it.

[BigPapaBelial]

Mason tromped along, heading for the water stores. He knew where they are generally anyway. Lots of people talked about them. They held the water fo the enclave. Just like the big gaudy painted ones in Razen's Claim held it there. Mind you Razen's Claim was well a Glitter enclave and it was always gaudy. Mason just kept moving. He'd get there. But something else is on the young man's mind, addled as it is with the tail end of the shot he gave himself earlier. What the hell was that earlier? Those four people he saw. The visions before that, with the dude and the tree and everything. Was that another vision? And what were those four people talking about exactly? It didn't make alot of sense. The fourth guy said he had given Mason a gift. Looking around and ducking as he saw a security team moving down a side path, Mason waited until they turned into another alley. He then continued on towards the stores. They weren't far in the grand scheme of things.

What is also seems to be getting Mason's goat right now is the strange things he's seeing. As he's walking along there are like these silver strings. Running through everything around him now. Even between people. And these strings run through everything and into the ground and then back up and around everything. It just doesn't make alot of sense to the young man. And it's not like they are always there. He blinks and they fade then blinks again and there they are. He could even touch them, and they made that same Twang from just after the vision of the four people. He swallows thickly again then looks up, the Water Stores up ahead. He slows his speed some looking around, not sure who else decided to come this direction. After the water stores then what? What's he doing here. The guy the dead guy said Free Mountain. But that's out in the middle of no where.

Mason feels himself start to panic. And damn is he going to let nerves get him! He digs in his pockets again, bringing out his hypo-injector. Still four more charges on the Juice that Trav had given him at the beginning of his shift. The yellow super drug gave an incredible high. And made some awesome colors swim through the air. He raises the injector to his neck, pressing it to the side of his neck and with a push of the button there is a snap and hiss. Another charge of the drug hitting his system. Mason lets out a slow sigh as he relaxes, "Now what do I do..." He says outloud looking at the Water Stores compound.

[Tsar Gatto]

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The distant sound of conflict continued to resonate somewhere just off from where the group was gathered.

“Fuck” sighed Rachel as she continued to struggle with the situation.

Maybe this guy was right and they did need to get the fuck out of New Brazil. Shit, she hadn’t even thought about the ramifications of what was happening. She knew the whole city was covered in surveillance, there was no way they weren’t all being watched from at least four different angles right now even. There would be no going back to normal life - not right now anyway. Even if she did somehow manage to slip away and hold up somewhere it wouldn’t exactly but a walk in the park to stay hidden without having to live like one of those old-world tinfoil hat wearing fuckers.

Plus it was starting to sound like this ‘event’ whatever the fuck it was, was beginning to spread and create chaos throughout New Brazil. What if there were more explosions and more freakos out there and this was just the beginning?

A sudden burning desire to throw away everything that up until now had been her life blazed in her mind. To walk up to the precipice and take a leap.

As Grunge outlined the beginnings of a plan she continued to actually consider it. Yeah, she could join them on a semi-suicidal heist and hit the water stores and then flee into the neutral zone like some anarchist-criminal – why the fuck not? She glanced over at High Boy and was struck with another sudden prang. The prang of wanting to join him and indulge in one of the many little party treats she had in her bag. But being that buzzed and actually having to do shit? Nah, she’d hold off… for now anyway she resolved to hold off until a more appropriate time.

“Fuck it. I’m in” she stated flatly.

As she again began to search through the belongings of the nearby security corpses. A few moments later she found what she was after and somewhat awkwardly inserted the datastrip into the cuffs which a moment later disengaged and dropped to the ground.

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The trip to the water stores actually went pretty uneventfully. Some small talk in which they each introduced themselves, she’d made sure to leave out her last name, after all who knew how popular she’d be if they realised she was related to one of big Cartelli dynasties.
As they travelled it became clear that things were turning into full scale riots throughout the city, but specifically it was getting worse as they reached their destination.

‘This is fucking crazy…’

It looked like almost half of New Brazil had decided that the Water Stores was the place to be.

They stood gazing out amongst the crowded chaos and everything felt pretty fucking surreal.

“Any Ideas?” asked Johnny.

She raised her eyebrows and bit down on a sarcastic comment as she watched the fighting before them. After a few moments of observation it became clear that the huge swarm of rioters were all forcing their ways into the front of the place.

“Shit, there any side entrances we could slip into?” she asked. “Looks like they’ve got their hands full dealing with this lot…”

She gazed out over the angry and swarming crowd and a prang of sadness hit her. Look at all these stupid bastards, a writhing mass of humanity that were here because they wanted water. She was sure it wouldn’t be too long before the corpo skull crackers turned up to deal with them – and then things would get real ugly real fast.

“Whatever we do we should do it sooner rather than later…” she added as she continued to gaze out at the crowd.

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