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STATUS: Coming back from being homeless again and sort of living in a stable situation. 8 yrs ago
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Coming back from being homeless again and sort of living in a stable situation.
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sort of homeless for the time being....
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I'm an adult (most of the time) so I enjoy mature content and good stories. Most of the time you'll find me in some Sci Fi thing or another but I do sometimes end up in fantasy roleplays and ,in very rare occasions, slice of life stuff. I've dabbled in other sections of the GUild over the years but Casual Sci Fi seems to be my comfort zone. I'm probably the least intimidating person you'll ever meet and I'm always open to suggestions. I look forward to making some great stories with you all!
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The others didn't seem to have any insight either. She stared at the man who shouted at her. How was she supposed to know what was going on? She remembered the two men that attacked her and left her to burn alive. That's right, the book store probably burned to the ground. That was the only thing she had left. Now that it was gone it felt fitting that she'd be dead. It wasn't like she could go on without a home or a way to make a living. She probably would have just committed suicide after that. Maybe it was some kind of twisted fortune that she didn't have to live the rest of her life destitute. Then again, she was in a new place now and not even the scars her father left were present. The man's death sounded pretty terrible as well.
"I... still don't think..." She could barely get the words out. She didn't know these people and they all looked intimidating. "Maybe... we're disturbed spirits... I'm sure I died." Her voice was so soft she wasn't even sure if the others could hear her say it. Hitomi slumped further into her self, curling her legs up so her knees met her chin and wrapping her arms around her legs. Maybe her father was right all those years ago and she really was impure. Had her entire life been a mistake? Could it be that her soul was corrupted and she was damned to walk the earth as an evil spirit? The thought of it evoked tears to run down her face. She shrank even further as she resisted making any indication that she was crying. Her crying was quickly overshadowed by the arrival of two other people who seemed to be just as lost as everyone else. It was something of a relief that no one was paying attention to her.
Without warning the laptop blinked to life and a message appeared on screen that read. "LOADING..." Suddenly the laptop chimed up and a picture appeared on screen.
Once everyone focused their attention on the laptop a voice spoke up. It was clearly synthesized but sounded very smooth and natural.
"I am CELL. You are all dead. You belong to me, that's the way it is. Inside each of your heads is a small implant that marks you as mine. The implant also has some nifty explosives in it so if you refuse to do as I say your head will go BOOM!"
As the voice explained this to the group a simple silhouette appeared on screen illustrating a human figure giving the middle finger to the picture of CELL. On the word 'boom' the silhouette's head popped in an almost comical fashion, slumped onto the bottom of the screen, and faded away.
"I have some gifts for you in this fancy box!"
The crate the laptop had been sitting on popped it's sides open to reveal a gun rack as well as some small briefcases labeled with each of their names. The guns were of a futuristic design, sleek and simplistic, but as any one familiar with firearms would note there was no magazine well or ammunition to speak of. On one side of the gun rack were handgun sized 'pistols' and on the other side held larger 'rifles' similar in design to the P90 submachinegun but much sleeker and again no apparent way of loading conventional ammunition.
In the breifcases they would find a suit, tailor made for each person, made of a strong and flexible material unlike anything they've ever seen or felt. The suit was one complete set that covered the wearer from the neck down to their feet, it had harder material that was jet black around most of the body with a softer more flexible material around joints. Of the many strange features of this suit was a hardened spine that ran the length of the wearer's spine, as a result the sipper to close the suit was on the front and covered by a strip of material when closed. Once they donned the suit and closed the suit fully they would experiencea sharp sting in the back of their neck and then nothing. In order to wear the suit it is necessary to completely undress as any clothes worn underneath would be too bulky.
"Your mission is to kill this bad guy! You have fifteen minutes to prepare."
The target had replaced CELL on the screen and remained there. The laptop no longer made any indication of being in use other than the screen showing them their target. Now they had a choice. Obey CELL and kill some random person they knew nothing about or take the chance that CELL was lying about the bomb in their heads.
"I... still don't think..." She could barely get the words out. She didn't know these people and they all looked intimidating. "Maybe... we're disturbed spirits... I'm sure I died." Her voice was so soft she wasn't even sure if the others could hear her say it. Hitomi slumped further into her self, curling her legs up so her knees met her chin and wrapping her arms around her legs. Maybe her father was right all those years ago and she really was impure. Had her entire life been a mistake? Could it be that her soul was corrupted and she was damned to walk the earth as an evil spirit? The thought of it evoked tears to run down her face. She shrank even further as she resisted making any indication that she was crying. Her crying was quickly overshadowed by the arrival of two other people who seemed to be just as lost as everyone else. It was something of a relief that no one was paying attention to her.
Without warning the laptop blinked to life and a message appeared on screen that read. "LOADING..." Suddenly the laptop chimed up and a picture appeared on screen.
Once everyone focused their attention on the laptop a voice spoke up. It was clearly synthesized but sounded very smooth and natural.
"I am CELL. You are all dead. You belong to me, that's the way it is. Inside each of your heads is a small implant that marks you as mine. The implant also has some nifty explosives in it so if you refuse to do as I say your head will go BOOM!"
As the voice explained this to the group a simple silhouette appeared on screen illustrating a human figure giving the middle finger to the picture of CELL. On the word 'boom' the silhouette's head popped in an almost comical fashion, slumped onto the bottom of the screen, and faded away.
"I have some gifts for you in this fancy box!"
The crate the laptop had been sitting on popped it's sides open to reveal a gun rack as well as some small briefcases labeled with each of their names. The guns were of a futuristic design, sleek and simplistic, but as any one familiar with firearms would note there was no magazine well or ammunition to speak of. On one side of the gun rack were handgun sized 'pistols' and on the other side held larger 'rifles' similar in design to the P90 submachinegun but much sleeker and again no apparent way of loading conventional ammunition.
In the breifcases they would find a suit, tailor made for each person, made of a strong and flexible material unlike anything they've ever seen or felt. The suit was one complete set that covered the wearer from the neck down to their feet, it had harder material that was jet black around most of the body with a softer more flexible material around joints. Of the many strange features of this suit was a hardened spine that ran the length of the wearer's spine, as a result the sipper to close the suit was on the front and covered by a strip of material when closed. Once they donned the suit and closed the suit fully they would experiencea sharp sting in the back of their neck and then nothing. In order to wear the suit it is necessary to completely undress as any clothes worn underneath would be too bulky.
"Your mission is to kill this bad guy! You have fifteen minutes to prepare."
The target had replaced CELL on the screen and remained there. The laptop no longer made any indication of being in use other than the screen showing them their target. Now they had a choice. Obey CELL and kill some random person they knew nothing about or take the chance that CELL was lying about the bomb in their heads.
Finally almost done... editing is a pain.
EDIT: That took way longer than expected but it's here
EDIT: That took way longer than expected but it's here
This is going to be fun...
I guess it's more cnofusing to me then everyone else then because Takeda clearly sounds like a family name to me and I actually have a cousin who's given name is Hitoshi... (>.<) That will take some getting used to.
I took it as Takeda (family name/surname) Hitoshi (given name) so he would introduce himself as Inspector Takeda Hitoshi and then the others would call him by his title and surname or just his title so Inspector Takeda or just Inspector since we're all strangers. Generally only close friends and family members call each other by their given names. Letting someone call you by your first name is kind of like letting them know that you consider them to be a close friend. Another example is Alexandra Graveson who most of us would address as Miss Graveson, Graveson Sensei or just Sensei/Teacher.
Plot post coming at some point tonight. Also, in regards to the posting order. Although I don't particularly enforce any set order for posting I do generally adhere to the 'Common Sense' posting rule which basically says you should wait until at least two other people have posted after you to post again. It helps keep people from running away with filling up the IC with a single conversation or interaction. Personally I think it's better than feeling like you're locked in and waiting for your turn.
To put it into game terms: You're posting with a cooldown of two subsequent posts rather than turn-based posting
@Firecracker_@Athinar@Kenny1@DJAtomika@ReaptheMusic
Edit: Is Takeda supposed to be his surname or his given name? I'm confused because he introduces himself as Inspector Hitoshi which is weird because Takeda is a sort of common surname and Hitoshi is a really common given name.
Double Edit: I will ocasionally ignore the Common Sense rule to interject with plot elements because I have GM superpowers.
To put it into game terms: You're posting with a cooldown of two subsequent posts rather than turn-based posting
@Firecracker_@Athinar@Kenny1@DJAtomika@ReaptheMusic
Edit: Is Takeda supposed to be his surname or his given name? I'm confused because he introduces himself as Inspector Hitoshi which is weird because Takeda is a sort of common surname and Hitoshi is a really common given name.
Double Edit: I will ocasionally ignore the Common Sense rule to interject with plot elements because I have GM superpowers.
Don't worry if it turns out that they're taking too long or otherwise unavailable for whatever reason we can always just skip them this mission and introduce them in the next mission. That being said there's no need to feel like we're in a rush.
Mika Harding
She didn't quite remember how the fight went down but she had ended up in a real shit hole because of it. She lay there barefoot in her newly acquired grey jumpsuit covered in bruises from when the guards had their 'fun' with her. It wasn't an experience she wanted to repeat and so she complied with the rules until her body could heal. For now she would wait, and when the time was right she would castrate the guards that so eagerly made her life hell and burn this prison to the ground.
She did her best not tot focus on the screams but was interrupted from her thoughts by the sound of her cellmate falling onto the floor. She didn't want to waste any energy on whatever idiot she had been paired up with so she just stayed still and hoped whoever it was didn't start any trouble. As it was now she'd have a tough time resisting an attack. She peeked over her shoulder and recognized the body in front of her immediately. "Oh good *cough* at least if I'm going to be in this shit hole I get to be in it with the richest guy in town *cough* fuckin' fantastic." In truth she was relieved that it was Walter and not some crazed sexual predator. It would be useful to have a friend. "Welcome to the Doghouse, at least that's what the guards are calling it."
It was odd that she had been given a cell with a male. As far as she knew everyone usually separated males and females but given how unusually aggressive and trigger happy the guards were it actually wasn't the strangest thing going on by far. Perhaps they had hoped that in her weakened state she would be unable to defend herself and her cellmate would take advantage of her. That would give them a show for sure. This was no ordinary prison, which was all the more reason for Mika to hate it.
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