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Usr PilEGO: Unfortunate events.
Usr SocEGO: Agreed. Assuming primary directive.
It was out of Demeter's control. Without the appropriate social status, they had no command over the actions of the two who ran, nor what happened after. Unavoidable.
The appearance of the Cruxi proved to be interesting, none the less. It yielded important visual information which a simple video or page could not provide. Although Demeter had great control over their 'instincts', they still registered the fear that the cybernetic aliens brought out in others, and even them self to a much lesser extent. Most notably was the one beside her. Shot after shot rung out from the black haired girl's gun, fired in base fear. A futile effort against the Cruxi. When Manami finally stopped firing, Demeter placed a pale hand on Manami's gun, pushing it down in a slow and rather unforced manner. An act of safety easily disguised as kindness.
"Come on. Let's go." Simple words of encouragement spoken in what could only be described as the voice of a saint, soft yet carrying an emotive goodness to it. Of course, as with everything else, this was not Demeter's voice. One made to get people to listen when needed, to sway when required. Now was the time to sway people - especially the weak - into action.
With one last smile to Manami, Demeter turned and followed Lorenzo and the others, eyes locking onto the Framework shifting cargo onto the Izanagi. Impressive, the both of them, but now was not the time to admire craftsman ship. There would be time for questions and admiration when they were inside the ship and some distance away from a potential threat. They made their way towards the Izanagi, the girl following interestingly enough, but came to be stopped by one of the other pilots - Drake.
And that's when he said it.
Usr PilEGO: Entering opinion.
Usr SocEGO: Entering opinion.
Usr CautEGO: Entering opinion.
Debating...
Outcome: Gender result: ...-.
"My gender is unimportant. Just call me Demeter." With a well placed smile, it was like Demeter was not bothered by the question in the slightest. Instead, they just nodded at Drake and made their way past rather curtly, a certain stride to their step that was not there before.
Onto the Izanagi.
Usr SocEGO: Agreed. Assuming primary directive.
It was out of Demeter's control. Without the appropriate social status, they had no command over the actions of the two who ran, nor what happened after. Unavoidable.
The appearance of the Cruxi proved to be interesting, none the less. It yielded important visual information which a simple video or page could not provide. Although Demeter had great control over their 'instincts', they still registered the fear that the cybernetic aliens brought out in others, and even them self to a much lesser extent. Most notably was the one beside her. Shot after shot rung out from the black haired girl's gun, fired in base fear. A futile effort against the Cruxi. When Manami finally stopped firing, Demeter placed a pale hand on Manami's gun, pushing it down in a slow and rather unforced manner. An act of safety easily disguised as kindness.
"Come on. Let's go." Simple words of encouragement spoken in what could only be described as the voice of a saint, soft yet carrying an emotive goodness to it. Of course, as with everything else, this was not Demeter's voice. One made to get people to listen when needed, to sway when required. Now was the time to sway people - especially the weak - into action.
With one last smile to Manami, Demeter turned and followed Lorenzo and the others, eyes locking onto the Framework shifting cargo onto the Izanagi. Impressive, the both of them, but now was not the time to admire craftsman ship. There would be time for questions and admiration when they were inside the ship and some distance away from a potential threat. They made their way towards the Izanagi, the girl following interestingly enough, but came to be stopped by one of the other pilots - Drake.
And that's when he said it.
Usr PilEGO: Entering opinion.
Usr SocEGO: Entering opinion.
Usr CautEGO: Entering opinion.
Debating...
Outcome: Gender result: ...-.
"My gender is unimportant. Just call me Demeter." With a well placed smile, it was like Demeter was not bothered by the question in the slightest. Instead, they just nodded at Drake and made their way past rather curtly, a certain stride to their step that was not there before.
Onto the Izanagi.
Usr CautEGO: Query: Martial Arts runtime?
Usr PilEGO: Running.
Usr CautEGO: Query: Dampening in effect?
Usr SocEGO: Running.
Usr CautEGO: Proceed with ure̪͔̪͈n͓͎͜c̨̘͈̳y̱̦̤̠̥͈̳͜ ̮̬̙̣̠̼͔͜r̗͜o̘ṷ͖̭̗͚͙t̼͔i̻̙n͎̦͍̬̳̟͔͞è
*WARNING*: FORBIDDEN Usr ACCESS
Usr* ISCARIOTtrue: F̲̻͘È̙̥̠̞͙Ě̥͇͓̜̏̋́̇̉͌L̛͖̱̼͉̫̍ ͓͔̘͑͆͑ͧͩͦ͆F͈͙̥̗͚̖̓̒̔̿̚E̥̘̣̱͓ͧ͛͜A̡̬̒R̲̯̞͓̓̋ͫ̍ ͍͌̑ͩ̋̌B͊ͨ̿ͤ͆̾ͦĔͮ͏͖̺͓̘̳ ̷͕͛͂Ḥ̲̻̘̜̭͎̿̄ͤ͗U̽ͯ̊̃M̳̣̠̪͖̂̀̍͂À͕͉̩͈̥N͚͕̎ ̙͂̚É̯̖͔̹̙̥M̲̳̠̪̳ͭ̂͡B̶̬̂ͧ̓ͨ͂͊́R͎̟̟͕̰͕ͪ̊͒ͨ̅̄ͅA͈̱͔͎̓ͫ̄̍ͅČ̨̫̌ͥ̅Ẽ̫̦͙́ ̵̳̹̱̞͓̙̂̄̈́ͧͩ̏Ý̟̗̣͉͚͍̉̏̏ͦ̆̆O̗̺̭̱U̱̤ͧ̚͠R̟̯̱͍͚͇ͦ̽ ̭͓̞̦͙̇U̜̘̱̹̣̟͉ͨ̀̒ͮ̊R̡̥̖̰̉̌̋ͭͧ̇̎ͅG͕̪̗͇̣͚̟̈ͪ̏Ë̗̯̺̠̮̓̂ͦͣ̈Ś͓̖͉̖̪̬͉́ͣ͆̉ ̴̝̭̻ͮ͌ͪ͗̚Gͮ̓̆̈͌Ȁ͕̫̻̩͉͂͝I̥̪̫͕̓̿̑͊͑Ṉ̖͓̥͖̯̗͌͑̏͒ͧ̽ true ̣̦͕̠̟̍ͫ̽͒K̬̟̬̩̦̋͒͐ͯ̾̋̃͝Ṇ̳̱͇̞̱̍O̼̹W̝̬̝̜̰̿̔͋͋̀Ḷ͕͜E̝̹D͙͎͚͖͇͙̦G̤͚͕̣̹̾͌͞E̯͙̩͙͈̭ͧ̊̓͊͌ͨ̑.̒̋ ̗̺͇͎̞̤́ͭ̇B̿ͪE͂̑̓̓̔.̽̅
*WARNING*: OVERRIDE IN PROGRESS REACT IMMEDIATELY
Reacting...reacting....
Usr CautEGO: Breach contained. Resetting Usr status.
Usr SocEGO: Breach contained. Restablishing network constraints (Maximum).
Usr PilEGO: Breach contained. Proceeding with action unimpeded.
It was brief, far too brief for Demeter to really notice. The pang in their gut, the tiny implication that they might fear the possibility of facing the Cruxi. But it was gone faster than it appeared.
Demeter did not care about the gun being broken, it was expected in this situation, entirely predictable with the sort of attitudes displayed in their first few moments in this place. It was all irrelevant to the matter at hand - survival and getting away from the Cruxi. Their mind worked towards figuring out how to hasten this process, but only came to one conclusion. Control was out of their hands, so it was time to urge the hands of another into action.
"Sir," Demeter focused on Lorenzo, the instant of fear not impacting them in the slightest. "What is our next course of action?" They said, just as a means of getting them back on track. There was probably some merit to Lorenzo, his intelligence maybe, but he was easily distracted by the inane it seems. These Spartants were not helping either. "Is there a ship we should be making our way towards?"
Usr PilEGO: Running.
Usr CautEGO: Query: Dampening in effect?
Usr SocEGO: Running.
Usr CautEGO: Proceed with ure̪͔̪͈n͓͎͜c̨̘͈̳y̱̦̤̠̥͈̳͜ ̮̬̙̣̠̼͔͜r̗͜o̘ṷ͖̭̗͚͙t̼͔i̻̙n͎̦͍̬̳̟͔͞è
*WARNING*: FORBIDDEN Usr ACCESS
Usr* ISCARIOTtrue: F̲̻͘È̙̥̠̞͙Ě̥͇͓̜̏̋́̇̉͌L̛͖̱̼͉̫̍ ͓͔̘͑͆͑ͧͩͦ͆F͈͙̥̗͚̖̓̒̔̿̚E̥̘̣̱͓ͧ͛͜A̡̬̒R̲̯̞͓̓̋ͫ̍ ͍͌̑ͩ̋̌B͊ͨ̿ͤ͆̾ͦĔͮ͏͖̺͓̘̳ ̷͕͛͂Ḥ̲̻̘̜̭͎̿̄ͤ͗U̽ͯ̊̃M̳̣̠̪͖̂̀̍͂À͕͉̩͈̥N͚͕̎ ̙͂̚É̯̖͔̹̙̥M̲̳̠̪̳ͭ̂͡B̶̬̂ͧ̓ͨ͂͊́R͎̟̟͕̰͕ͪ̊͒ͨ̅̄ͅA͈̱͔͎̓ͫ̄̍ͅČ̨̫̌ͥ̅Ẽ̫̦͙́ ̵̳̹̱̞͓̙̂̄̈́ͧͩ̏Ý̟̗̣͉͚͍̉̏̏ͦ̆̆O̗̺̭̱U̱̤ͧ̚͠R̟̯̱͍͚͇ͦ̽ ̭͓̞̦͙̇U̜̘̱̹̣̟͉ͨ̀̒ͮ̊R̡̥̖̰̉̌̋ͭͧ̇̎ͅG͕̪̗͇̣͚̟̈ͪ̏Ë̗̯̺̠̮̓̂ͦͣ̈Ś͓̖͉̖̪̬͉́ͣ͆̉ ̴̝̭̻ͮ͌ͪ͗̚Gͮ̓̆̈͌Ȁ͕̫̻̩͉͂͝I̥̪̫͕̓̿̑͊͑Ṉ̖͓̥͖̯̗͌͑̏͒ͧ̽ true ̣̦͕̠̟̍ͫ̽͒K̬̟̬̩̦̋͒͐ͯ̾̋̃͝Ṇ̳̱͇̞̱̍O̼̹W̝̬̝̜̰̿̔͋͋̀Ḷ͕͜E̝̹D͙͎͚͖͇͙̦G̤͚͕̣̹̾͌͞E̯͙̩͙͈̭ͧ̊̓͊͌ͨ̑.̒̋ ̗̺͇͎̞̤́ͭ̇B̿ͪE͂̑̓̓̔.̽̅
*WARNING*: OVERRIDE IN PROGRESS REACT IMMEDIATELY
Reacting...reacting....
Usr CautEGO: Breach contained. Resetting Usr status.
Usr SocEGO: Breach contained. Restablishing network constraints (Maximum).
Usr PilEGO: Breach contained. Proceeding with action unimpeded.
It was brief, far too brief for Demeter to really notice. The pang in their gut, the tiny implication that they might fear the possibility of facing the Cruxi. But it was gone faster than it appeared.
Demeter did not care about the gun being broken, it was expected in this situation, entirely predictable with the sort of attitudes displayed in their first few moments in this place. It was all irrelevant to the matter at hand - survival and getting away from the Cruxi. Their mind worked towards figuring out how to hasten this process, but only came to one conclusion. Control was out of their hands, so it was time to urge the hands of another into action.
"Sir," Demeter focused on Lorenzo, the instant of fear not impacting them in the slightest. "What is our next course of action?" They said, just as a means of getting them back on track. There was probably some merit to Lorenzo, his intelligence maybe, but he was easily distracted by the inane it seems. These Spartants were not helping either. "Is there a ship we should be making our way towards?"
"...Dude, what are you doing?!"
"Are you insane?"
One spoke after the other, a confused expression on the taller of the two while the other just stared forward at them, nonplussed.
"Are you new or something?! Get out of our store, idiot! Criminal!" The tall vampire pointed at Prudence while looking at Zach, clearly taking issue with what was happening here.
"I am calling the police."
Woah, wait, the police?
Considering this from the perspective of the two working the store, someone had just barged in with another person 'bound' and declared something about having fresh meat for the Bloodhounds. If they were not vampires, that'd be problematic, but even if they were they'd probably have covers they would like to maintain. Someone trying to break that in the middle of said cover probably would not earn the favours of any vampires. This seemed to be the case.
The smaller vampire reached for a landline, preparing to dial away while the taller vampire approached them, intent on shoving them out of his store.
"Are you insane?"
One spoke after the other, a confused expression on the taller of the two while the other just stared forward at them, nonplussed.
"Are you new or something?! Get out of our store, idiot! Criminal!" The tall vampire pointed at Prudence while looking at Zach, clearly taking issue with what was happening here.
"I am calling the police."
Woah, wait, the police?
Considering this from the perspective of the two working the store, someone had just barged in with another person 'bound' and declared something about having fresh meat for the Bloodhounds. If they were not vampires, that'd be problematic, but even if they were they'd probably have covers they would like to maintain. Someone trying to break that in the middle of said cover probably would not earn the favours of any vampires. This seemed to be the case.
The smaller vampire reached for a landline, preparing to dial away while the taller vampire approached them, intent on shoving them out of his store.
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MENTAL CRAWL: Analysis of social dynamic 'FLPilots' and 'COs' undergoing. Completion: 22%.
Calculating...
MENTAL CRAWL: Estimated time of folder(s) completion: 21 days, 20 hours, 7 minutes, 4 seconds.
Usr CautEGO: Consensus request: Stay the course in order to securely integrate with both dynamics.
Debating...
Usr SocEGO: OVERRULED. (Reason: Unacceptable completion time. Hasten analysis at risk of compromise.)
Usr PilEGO: OVERRULED. (Reason: Unacceptable completion time. Danger to designation as pilot. Hasten analysis at minor risk of social compromise.)
Usr CautEGO: RECONSIDERED. (Under protest. Acceptable reasoning.)
OUTCOME: ANALYSIS PROGRAMME REJECTED
NEW TASK: INTEGRATE (PilAPPROVED SocAPPROVED CautAPPROVED*)
Demeter blinked to life, having stuck with the group but 'blended' into the background, remaining semi-aware of the events going on around them. Wide green eyes appraised each of the individual pilots and their new 'father', waiting for opportunity to present its self. It eventually did - the first step towards joining/forging the group together. Shock and fear were the conditions under which people were most open to new conditions.
The shot did not cause Demeter to flinch, but it did another. A girl with long black hair, appearing rather fragile in the military situation, nearly screamed. Shock. It was safe to assume that she had not been expecting to be drawn into this kind of life any time soon, and so this would all be very confusing. From confusion, fear. And from both, a chance to begin.
The green haired...girl or boy approached Manami, first bringing a hand down to her shoulder and giving a reassuring squeeze, and then a smile. This was not Demeter's smile, but rather one that had been 'trained' into their mind, done to create an image of a truly kind person. It was slight, but was undoubtedly full of that 'kindness' they were trying to portray. Again, this was not their smile. Demeter said nothing to Manami, leaving it at that and instead focusing on Lorenzo.
"I have a question, if I may sir." Demeter 'computer' got to work, considering the options for a question and the exact wording through it, going through several iterations of the question before concluding on the preferable version. "Putting aside our expendable nature, what should we be expecting in the next few weeks? I imagine there will be some form of training regimen, as not all of us have piloted before. But given the ad hoc nature of our transport here, it probably will not be for too long - it did all seem rather urgent, after all."
Collective interest, a question which would give everyone a vague idea of what was to come if answered sufficiently. Hope, pointing out how, at least by necessity of timing, they were not completely expendable. Personal gain, displaying an aptitude for situational analysis.
Calculating...
MENTAL CRAWL: Estimated time of folder(s) completion: 21 days, 20 hours, 7 minutes, 4 seconds.
Usr CautEGO: Consensus request: Stay the course in order to securely integrate with both dynamics.
Debating...
Usr SocEGO: OVERRULED. (Reason: Unacceptable completion time. Hasten analysis at risk of compromise.)
Usr PilEGO: OVERRULED. (Reason: Unacceptable completion time. Danger to designation as pilot. Hasten analysis at minor risk of social compromise.)
Usr CautEGO: RECONSIDERED. (Under protest. Acceptable reasoning.)
OUTCOME: ANALYSIS PROGRAMME REJECTED
NEW TASK: INTEGRATE (PilAPPROVED SocAPPROVED CautAPPROVED*)
Demeter blinked to life, having stuck with the group but 'blended' into the background, remaining semi-aware of the events going on around them. Wide green eyes appraised each of the individual pilots and their new 'father', waiting for opportunity to present its self. It eventually did - the first step towards joining/forging the group together. Shock and fear were the conditions under which people were most open to new conditions.
The shot did not cause Demeter to flinch, but it did another. A girl with long black hair, appearing rather fragile in the military situation, nearly screamed. Shock. It was safe to assume that she had not been expecting to be drawn into this kind of life any time soon, and so this would all be very confusing. From confusion, fear. And from both, a chance to begin.
The green haired...girl or boy approached Manami, first bringing a hand down to her shoulder and giving a reassuring squeeze, and then a smile. This was not Demeter's smile, but rather one that had been 'trained' into their mind, done to create an image of a truly kind person. It was slight, but was undoubtedly full of that 'kindness' they were trying to portray. Again, this was not their smile. Demeter said nothing to Manami, leaving it at that and instead focusing on Lorenzo.
"I have a question, if I may sir." Demeter 'computer' got to work, considering the options for a question and the exact wording through it, going through several iterations of the question before concluding on the preferable version. "Putting aside our expendable nature, what should we be expecting in the next few weeks? I imagine there will be some form of training regimen, as not all of us have piloted before. But given the ad hoc nature of our transport here, it probably will not be for too long - it did all seem rather urgent, after all."
Collective interest, a question which would give everyone a vague idea of what was to come if answered sufficiently. Hope, pointing out how, at least by necessity of timing, they were not completely expendable. Personal gain, displaying an aptitude for situational analysis.
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Konbini Convenience Store
24 Hour Store!
That's what it said on the outside. The convenience store was quite unsuspecting, appearing like any other one in the city, but if Ikiriyo's directions were correct, this is the place where some of the Bloodhounds were hanging out. The inside as well, was just like any other Japanese convenience store - that is, very convenient, with faculties present to pay your water bill as well as buy actual warm food.
"...There hasn't been much business these past few weeks, bro."
"I know."
"Why'd you think that is, bro?"
"I know why, brother."
"It's that damned 7/11 that opened up further into the district! Everyone's going there, now, because it's a big brand store, definitely!"
"I know, brother."
"We should go down there, and trash the place! Show them what they get for moving in our business, definately- Aaahh! Aaah! Ow ow ow!"
The slightly shorter of the two store workers reached across from behind the counter and grabbed onto the others ear, twisting and pulling him down in a rather painful motion.
"Stop thinking such idiotic things, brother. We do not need to create a scene. This is fine for us. You should learn to appreciate silence."
"Okay, okay! Definitely! I'll stop jusleggo!"
The shorter one did so, letting go of his 'brother's' ear, letting silence fall over them once again. It wasn't long until the taller took to idly tapping a pen against the counter top. Just outside waited their two newest customers.
Hida-shima City Center, the Nightlife
And people think the Shinjuku district is bad.
Lights, lights, lights, crowds, people in lines waiting into buildings with music vibrating their foundations from the inside, the smell of food. It's easy to get lost in this kind of environment, to forget -or rather drown out - any worries that might weigh on your shoulders. Among the chaos of this was the best place to hide, right under everyone's noses. In fact, one might say there's something distinctly 'western' about the Hida-shima night scene.
For Koyuki and Algis, it'd be a case of where to start in this labyrinth of neon and people. Each potential club seems like it's going to be packed with clubgoers, a mess of movement. Finding a specific individual in all of this is no easy task.
Lucky for the duo, someone seems to have found them.
A pair of eyes lock onto Koyuki and Algis as they move through the city centre past a club called 'the Moonlighters'. The gaze belongs to an older gentleman of...well, it's hard to tell where he's from behind the bushy facial hair and smoke curtaining his features. He dressed well though, in the attire of someone who obviously had money to spend on suits and hats and the likes with a fedora to top it all off. He was a anachronism, straight from the prohibition era of America.
Taking the cigar from his mouth in one hand, he beckoned Koyuki over with another, a lazy gesture of the hand.
24 Hour Store!
That's what it said on the outside. The convenience store was quite unsuspecting, appearing like any other one in the city, but if Ikiriyo's directions were correct, this is the place where some of the Bloodhounds were hanging out. The inside as well, was just like any other Japanese convenience store - that is, very convenient, with faculties present to pay your water bill as well as buy actual warm food.
"...There hasn't been much business these past few weeks, bro."
"I know."
"Why'd you think that is, bro?"
"I know why, brother."
"It's that damned 7/11 that opened up further into the district! Everyone's going there, now, because it's a big brand store, definitely!"
"I know, brother."
"We should go down there, and trash the place! Show them what they get for moving in our business, definately- Aaahh! Aaah! Ow ow ow!"
The slightly shorter of the two store workers reached across from behind the counter and grabbed onto the others ear, twisting and pulling him down in a rather painful motion.
"Stop thinking such idiotic things, brother. We do not need to create a scene. This is fine for us. You should learn to appreciate silence."
"Okay, okay! Definitely! I'll stop jusleggo!"
The shorter one did so, letting go of his 'brother's' ear, letting silence fall over them once again. It wasn't long until the taller took to idly tapping a pen against the counter top. Just outside waited their two newest customers.
Hida-shima City Center, the Nightlife
And people think the Shinjuku district is bad.
Lights, lights, lights, crowds, people in lines waiting into buildings with music vibrating their foundations from the inside, the smell of food. It's easy to get lost in this kind of environment, to forget -or rather drown out - any worries that might weigh on your shoulders. Among the chaos of this was the best place to hide, right under everyone's noses. In fact, one might say there's something distinctly 'western' about the Hida-shima night scene.
For Koyuki and Algis, it'd be a case of where to start in this labyrinth of neon and people. Each potential club seems like it's going to be packed with clubgoers, a mess of movement. Finding a specific individual in all of this is no easy task.
Lucky for the duo, someone seems to have found them.
A pair of eyes lock onto Koyuki and Algis as they move through the city centre past a club called 'the Moonlighters'. The gaze belongs to an older gentleman of...well, it's hard to tell where he's from behind the bushy facial hair and smoke curtaining his features. He dressed well though, in the attire of someone who obviously had money to spend on suits and hats and the likes with a fedora to top it all off. He was a anachronism, straight from the prohibition era of America.
Taking the cigar from his mouth in one hand, he beckoned Koyuki over with another, a lazy gesture of the hand.
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