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meadowlarking2019-11-20 05:33 pm
TEST DRIVE MEME 007
Welcome to the Meadowlark test drive meme! After waking up in strange and rather worrisome conditions, characters will need to begin to live their lives in this new world. All TDM threads take place after the arrival process, so please assume that the initial adjustment period has passed – in which the characters were found after being dropped off in a random part of the city and had to live in a safehouse for four days before hitting the streets. Now it's time to see the bright sights and sounds that New Amsterdam – and beyond – has to offer.
All Meadowlark test drive memes will not be game canon because of the nature of our arrival logs. Please feel free to carry on relationships that make sense, but please keep in mind that the TDM may not reflect current circumstances in game.
All applicants can use threads from the TDM for their samples.
NOTE: The PCs have chosen to call themselves "the Displaced," and that's become the common parlance to refer to them.
There is very little that can smooth over the experience of your arrival in this world. Coming to your senses in a van, drugged and restrained, only to be carefully helped out by the unknown guards and nurses and then abandoned in an alleyway. What comes after is relatively straightforward: you're found by others and taken back to a safehouse that is hidden under an old hover bike shop. You aren't the first group that this has happened to: there are others not from this world who have experienced the same, with no recollection of how they came here. Like you, they have few answers about what's happened to them. Maybe this knowledge brings you a growing sense of futility, or perhaps it inspires a deeper determination in you. But even as you begin to think on what to do next, life has to go on.
All of the new arrivals will be given a fake ID and a background that will lend them access to entry-level jobs. It may be overwhelming, but their fellow Displaced have found their footing enough to be able to help the newcomers. Two Morningstar agents will be around to take care of world integration and IDs – the rest will fall to the Displaced who arrived before. It would take at least a month's wages to put down a deposit on even the smallest apartment in the city, so everyone has a grace period before they have to leave the safehouse – and then some, depending on the kindness of who's running the show.
Morningstar's veteran agents will also make their purpose clear if asked: they are a group dedicated to fighting corruption and righting the wrongs of this world, though they're in the process of rebuilding the organization's branch in New Amsterdam from scratch, and they know that the people in charge of those efforts wouldn't mind a little help. It will be made expressly clear that this entire arrangement to get the Displaced situated in the world is meant to be kept a secret, and that especially includes Morningstar's assistance. Letting the world know about their involvement could cause big problems.
> EXPLORE THE CHANGES
Despite the lack of answers about why you're here, your fellow Displaced will be able to give you a rundown of the changes they've recognized in each other. Anyone who had powers before will find them gone. Anyone who was once an AI or in a completely artificial body will find that their current body is now fully human. Those with cybernetics will find that they've remained mostly untouched, though any primitive ones may be replaced with temporary ones that are improvements on the previous models.
◉ NEW ABILITIES. In the place of any powers that were lost, there is now a new power. These abilities are unique to each of the Displaced and seem to update over a certain period of time, with the changes appearing thanks to critical emotional events. One thing that's apparent is that the power seems to be linked to the Displaced individual's personality or life before this one, shaped according to who they happen to be. When this power appears, their chest glows with a blue light that shines from their sternum, and it can be triggered by anything: natural inclination or a moment of great stress. If someone's out in public when this happens, they might want to duck under cover lest the blue glow from their chest and the unusual power's appearance draws unwanted attention.
◉ EMPATHY BOND. No matter the circumstances or the conditions, every skin-to-skin touch of the Displaced triggers this empathy bond. Whether they touch hands, brush cheeks, or knock into one another on accident, they'll be met with the emotions of the person they've touched. Every instance of skin-to-skin contact will trigger an immediate empathic bond, letting you feel the other person's emotions and vise versa. While there's nothing that can be done to completely prevent this, someone can either decide to hold on and continue sharing that level of emotional intimacy, or let go and end the shockingly vulnerable exchange. If someone is particularly tactile but not fond of sharing their emotions, they might want to invest in a fashionable pair of gloves.
◉ MEMORY SHARE. Through a recent event, the Displaced unlocked the ability to share memories similarly to how they can share emotions. While unknown at first, the Displaced soon learned that they could share a memory with each other the same way they could share emotions. All they need to do is focus on a memory and touch the skin of their fellow Displaced, and then they could pass this experience along. These memories are shared through the eyes of the giver, granting the receiver a unique insight into the thoughts, feelings, and sensations during a specific moment in their life.
◉ DREAM SHARING. Once one, two, or five Displaced fall asleep, they may be able to find each other in their dreams. These dreams lead to the dreamers themselves feeling lucid and somewhat in control of their surroundings—though the control itself is ultimately dependent on the dreamer and how well they come around to understanding what's going on. Dream logic applies with the flow of time, but no one is able to spend their entire lives there. Lost powers are still gone for any of the Displaced, but they can use their dreams to practice any new ability that they've received. Memory shares and empathy bonds are just as possible within these shared dream states—if anyone doubts that another Displaced is really there, they can test the empathy bond to see if it activates.
◉ POWER SHARES AND UNIONS. The Displaced can share something of themselves with another Displaced by offering them an object that comes out of their chest. This object is meant to be symbolic of the person it comes from and significant to them in some way. When someone else takes hold of this object, they will get a sense of the owner's essence, along with temporary access to their in-game ability. Only when they give the item back do they give up the power in question. In addition, the Displaced are able to act in unison and create a fusion of their powers, making it so they can fight someone else with them at once. This ability is there from day one, but the power's ability will only ever present at its current stage.
> THE NETWORK
When the Displaced first showed up, Morningstar set up a private network for all of the Displaced to use in order to communicate. Most of the veteran Displaced are old hands at using the implant now, and will be happy to provide any necessary information on how to utilize this new tool and understand its application in daily life.
Early on, every newcomer receives access to the encrypted network, only available to you and the others like you, making contact between you easy and safe. Familiarize yourself with this network and dig in. Perhaps you're hoping to find some bigger answers, ask about the current nail polish trends in New Amsterdam, or want to play a game of "hot or not" among the Displaced.
◉ IDENTIFICATION. Everyone who gets set up with an ID gets access to Morningstar's network. In order to ensure that none of the Displaced stand out like sore thumbs, Morningstar's agents El and Gaby ensure that everyone has a name that makes it so they fit in among society. All usernames are thusly formed as firstname.lastname, with some room for creativity (Ziggy Stardust had a brief cameo, after all).
◉ PRIVATE COMMUNICATION. There are private, one-on-one modes of communication available as well, though without the security of Morningstar's encryptions, they're much less safe. You can make calls, send texts, make videos, and even interact with others in a VR simulation—however, it's made very clear that the government has a means of tracking this communication. Big brother is always watching.
The day of April 26th is known to all United Nations citizens: it's Resolution Day. To everyone around the world, it's the day when the last known AI lifeforms were completely eradicated in 2101. While some might say that it's the day that the UN claimed victory over the AI, to people the world over it's the day that humanity managed to keep themselves from being wiped out. Little will be said in detail about the holiday itself, but a remedial bit of research will cover the six-year-long Xelkoven War between humans and AI. The war itself was started when the home security unit AI Elysian killed 50 households full of people, and the war itself was named after the largest artificial intelligence distributor at the time: Xelkov. Ultimately, a billion humans died in the war, and there was the very real risk that the rest of humanity could have followed if they hadn't devised a method to put down the AI for good.
The citywide celebration of Resolution Day starts early and finishes very late, so whether you choose to join in the fun, learn more about the history of the festival, or take advantage of the revelry for other, more nefarious goals, you'll have plenty of time.
As the festival sprawls wildly throughout the streets of New Amsterdam, it gives even the most desolate parts of the city new life with bright lights, noise, and plenty of food. Most businesses are closed for the day, but not all of them—if you've gotten yourself a restaurant, street cleaning, or corporate PR job, you might find yourself stuck on a double shift. Better snatch what small moments of enjoyment you can!
> ENJOY THE FESTIVITIES
Anything you'd think would be at a festival in the year 2512 is definitely at this festival. Food, games, dancing, alcohol, free stuff? It's all there for your enjoyment. While the city streets will be full of people, this isn't a bad day to try networking. Want to get a new job or find a way to pry some information out of someone when they're least likely to remember you? Try to butter them up—or use the powers you've been granted to get your way. If anything goes badly, at least you can slip back into the crowd.
◉ GAMES. Care to play a game? All attendees can play for free. Some games —like the hoverblade racing, the augmented reality fightboxes, and the street-wide bouts of laser tag—require a partner or a competitor, so you better hope someone's willing to do you a solid or bring out your competitive side. For anyone who's interested in something a little less hands-on, all of the city's biggest VR arcades will have setups with all the latest games. Hoping to get noticed for your gaming talent? This might not be the day to try to stand out, but anyone's down to try.
◉ FOOD TRUCKS. It's time to try the delicacies of New Amsterdam. Hundreds of food trucks have turned out today in droves with high hopes that they'll come away turning a profit. Down for some Mexi-German fusion? Or perhaps you're hoping that pad thai still tastes the same with grasshoppers? Share your food – or give away whatever you don't like. Food trucks are the hub of activity, and the busiest ones might be worth the time, but you'll be standing in line for a while.
◉ NETWORKING. There are other opportunities with the city being flooded with festival-goers. Whether someone is on a mission to try to test the current sentiments toward Morningstar or simply wants to charm some corporate execs, this might be the time to get it done. Whatever your cover story is, make it good. Whether you claim you're hoping to pitch an idea for some new tech or are more interested in seducing – or squeezing – some information out of them, following them into the next bar or karaoke booth may give you the perfect chance. But you might want a lookout to watch your back, a co-conspirator to keep them plied with drinks, or maybe you'll need a voice of reason to stop you from squeezing too hard. Discretion is the name of the game. Everyone can agree upon that.
> HISTORY LESSONS
Aside from your typical booths of free samples, charitable causes, volunteer applications, and white chocolate-covered beetles, you'll find an opportunity to learn about Resolution Day’s history. There are various stands available where—thanks to the augmented reality application of your neural implant—you can view videos about the origins of the festival and the reasons for celebrating. If you haven't done your initial search yourself, you'll be able to buff up on it here.
◉ VR SIMULATIONS. If you'd like to feel like a hero, the UNA are running several virtual reality simulations where you can be taken to the battlefield to fight alongside fellow soldiers, working to bring the outwardly robotic AI to submission. The virtual reality simulation interacts with your neural implant to give you the most realistic experience possible. If you don't ground yourself enough, you'll be certain that the sights, sounds, and smells around you are real as you march in formation toward the brutality waiting up ahead. Feel free to team up with a partner on a side mission, or maybe try to keep someone from plugging in for what could be a traumatic experience. Eerie, heart-wrenching music plays when you die, but is promptly followed by the image of several corporate logos reminding you that they sponsored this day and this event.
◉ SYMPATHIZERS. If you're uncomfortable with the concept of eradicating all AI, no one will understand why. AI sympathizers are not present among the native population. Everyone in this world has been raised with the understanding that AI only wanted to destroy humanity, and that everyone is lucky to be alive in spite of it. They have a deeply ingrained fear, and anyone claiming to formerly be an AI or android won't receive a very friendly response.
Traveling down from the hectic main city streets reveals a different side from the gloss and promise of New Amsterdam. Economic disparity runs rampant throughout the city, and many people are pushed to desperation, looking to find other ways to make ends meet. In the darker shadows, many illegal activities thrive, out of view of the authorities—or perhaps known and supported by corrupt individuals. Maybe you're out exploring, completing a task for Morningstar, or working a job in the place you excel. Whatever brought you to the rougher parts of town, you may want to watch your step, or else find the city eating you as it has so many others.
> ORGANIZED CRIME
Organized crime still has a strong foothold in the world, with gangs and more established families working with drugs, weapons, property, and black market cybernetics, to name a few. These organizations are sprawling units that regularly recruit new members into their ranks, so long as they can prove themselves by passing the intensive hazing. While there are two main mob entities in New Amsterdam—the Riverstone Mob and the Petrov Family—there are a handful of gangs that otherwise roam the streets. Some are loosely sponsored by the mob, while others are fledgling groups trying to gain clout. More than anything, these groups know they don't have the power of the corporations or government, and do everything to seize more power when they can.
◉ JOINING UP. Catching the eye of the mob is difficult, but not impossible. Getting into the larger gangs is less difficult, but they're still wary of anyone who doesn't know the ins and outs of how to duck surveillance, traffic drugs and supplies, and intimidate people without catching flack from the NAPD. The best way to start getting attention is through their clubs, casinos, and illegal gambling dens. Getting inside isn't always easy: it might take a few weeks of legwork to get an invite, but someone could try to strongarm their way inside or use some chicanery to make it a smoother endeavor.
◉ ESCAPE PLAN. Whether you went in to cause trouble or accidentally caused it by breathing the wrong way, it's good to have an escape plan in place. Does that mean fighting all the goons available? Maybe. What about stealing a hover bike and getting away? The good news is that hover bikes can fit where hover cars can't.If you've got the skills, you'll be able to weave through the chaos of the city and make a clean getaway. Just don't let the chase run for too long, or you'll have law enforcement on your ass as well.
> FIGHT CLUB
No matter the occasion outside, New Amsterdam's fight club events are held every evening. The bouncers at the door don't have too many scruples on who they let inside. All they care about is whether someone has the money to pay the cover charge.
The interior of the fight club reveals the sophistication of a business that's used to uprooting itself regularly. All the fights take place in a large cage in the center, and you remain on your feet while you enjoy the show. There is a special VIP section if you've been lucky enough to receive an invite or bribe your way in – just keep in mind that these invites are scarce, and you will have to have done something spectacular to earn the attention from someone high up the food chain. Regardless of where you end up, there is one rule: what happens in the fight club stays in the fight club. This tenant is law, and everyone's heard stories of the different (and sometimes extreme) lengths that have been taken to maintain it.
◉ FIGHT. It's time to sign up and test your chops against other fighters. Many of the fighters boast illegal cybernetic enhancements, so it would be a really good idea to have someone on hand who knows some first aid. Fights can either happen in duos or in one-on-ones depending on the signups for the evening.
◉ RINGSIDE CHAT. You might just want to enjoy the show, or use the opportunity to grill the bartenders for information. Just be careful not to make a fool of yourself. Asking too many questions might catch the wrong kind of attention – the kind that might find you being thrown into the ring, whether you wanted to be there or not. For all the blood spilled, these fight clubs thrive on discretion, so whatever you do, try to keep it quiet.
Life in New Amsterdam was once all festivals and people avoiding association with organized crime. Life in New Amsterdam these days is full of drama, citywide disturbances, and everything else that might be expected of an action film in progress. While there aren't many answers for what's happened to the Displaced, there is enough chaos going around that it seems like it may be connected to their arrivals.
The worst part is that New Amsterdam seems to struggle. Rather than being an anonymous backdrop to those action films, New Amsterdam is a bustling city full of life that never asked to be at the heart of this. When trouble hits, most repairs and restorations focus on helping those with money, while others are left forgotten living in tents and hoping for a helping hand. Recent circumstances have called for improvements in this area—there is more charitable work than ever before in New Amsterdam—but it's still a trying time.
Where the Displaced stand in all of this varies, but it's hard to ignore a city in trouble.
◉ DISPLACED VERSUS DISPLACED. Whether it's by manipulation of an outside force or through inhaling weird monster gas, sometimes the Displaced are at odds with one another. When some of these few heroes are fighting, it means that the city can be left in even greater danger. Other times, the Displaced might not be able to control themselves. Feeling a sudden surge of vengeance and hoping to follow through on it? That monster gas might be the cause. Want to finish out a nasty deal to get something back important? The monster gas won't be an excuse, but maybe someone can pretend it was. Life as a Displaced is wild sometimes.
◉ THE UNITED NATIONS ARMY. In fact, it's so wild that sometimes they come up against the extremely dangerous soldiers of the UNA. These soldiers are the military arm of the United Nations government. They aren't the average soldier, however. Dressed in thick black armor that acts as an exoskeleton for their bodies, they are basically invulnerable to any and all attacks. When fighting as a unit, they work perfectly in unison, making it so that they can quickly move to deny almost any and all attacks. They're also extremely resistant to any mental or emotional compulsion or manipulation, making them hard nuts to crack. Ready for a bossfight? They're the soldiers for it.
◉ MONSTERS. As for unconventional threats, there are the monsters. These creatures first turned up in giant form when the first batch of Displaced arrived, stomping all over New Amsterdam. The less unique version of the monsters are around 400m high, have lizard-like features, and tend to show up by tearing down a portion of New Amsterdam's city wall. And that's the less unique version. More unique monsters vary in size and make, seeming to be an amalgamation of a number of different creatures. Half-snake, half-dog? Seems odd, but it happens. The one consistent feature of all these monsters is they all have golden irises. Suffice to say that running into these creatures could be a problem.
Feel free to branch out and explore! Visit a doctor about some advanced cybernetics. Sneak through the city checkpoints and set out into the wilderness. Try to hop on a train bound for one of the world's five spaceports to see one of the colonies—though bear in mind the cost and difficulty of one of these joy rides. Experiment with some insect based versions of your favorite recipes. Perhaps you'd prefer to engage in some illegal street racing, spend some time getting used to the technology, or try to become a social media celebrity. Use the SETTING for inspiration and choose your own adventure!
Fenris | Dragon Age | ota
[In some dark corner of the city, in an alley closed off by a wrought-iron gate, an elf covered head to toe in markings was pacing back and forth with a hand to his chin, scowling like someone had kicked his puppy. Should you watch this go on for a little longer, you'll see him soon turn to the gate and huff out a breath as he appears to prepare for something.
His sternum glows along with it the markings all over his skin. His face contorts in pain but he ignores it and moves towards the fence...
...and slams right into it with a resounding thunk.
One would think after an hour or two of this he would give up, but instead he feels nothing but an increase in frustration at his situation. The burning sensation in his chest is oh so familiar, which doesn't help much in the way of his anger. He doesn't even realize he's practically growling as he bends at the knee, gripping his chest until a large crystalline spike juts out of his shoulder.]
Kaffas.
"enjoying" the festivities
[It's far too crowded here and people wouldn't stop staring at his ears. Nothing particularly new, truthfully, but in such a dizzying new place where the surreality of the situation was constantly looming over him it certainly wasn't helping his mood any.
Also, his stomach grumbled. Hence why he scurries through the gathering crowds until he spots something he's very familiar with. Apples. He really just wants something in his stomach for now and he very much enjoys a good apple.
When he's given his order after it's paid for, however, he's surprised to see it's actually a candy apple. Candied with what? He can't quite tell what the sticky and thick coating is. Or what exactly is sprinkled atop it. Nuts? No...those aren't nuts. Perhaps if he were able to read he would have realized it was anything but an ordinary apple.]
...Insects?
[He just wanted an apple.]
the network/safe house
[He finds himself back at the safe house for now. While he'll sleep here if he's nearby he won't make it a habit to linger for too long. Today, however, he's held up trying to figure out how this whole neural networking thing works. Or rather, how to get it to stop working.
He sees windows and text but he can't make them go away. He tries swatting at them but it doesn't quite work. And once he realizes the sheer amount of text involved he becomes even more annoyed. He curses under his breath.]
Is there anything worthwhile even being said?
[Because for the most part he can't read. And that might be an issue.]
Safehouse
It's been three days. She hasn't slept much. There's nothing for it. She's had nightmares every time she closes her eyes and that won't do in this place, when she's surrounded on all sides by enemies.
They will turn on her. Humans always do.
But not everyone here is human.
She peers at him, ears pricked. Elf, she thinks, though he doesn't look like any that she's seen before. His eyes are wrong. Not nearly bright enough.
But. He's not human. He's like her, in this one small way.
She clicks her teeth. Jerks her chin to display her tusks when he looks at her. ]
Are you looking for something, in the messages?
[ She doesn't know technology at all, but she can try. She can be useful. ]
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He can't quite tell what she is, but it's not really important. It's more curious than anything. It would seem he's not the only non-human here.]
Something useful, [is all he explains at first. His tone is less aggravated now, at least.] It matters very little. I can't even begin to understand what it is I'm looking at.
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The relief is awful. She tries not to show it. ]
It's human technology. It never makes sense.
[ The disdain is obvious. Kettara flattens her ears, wishing she was elsewhere. But that is a childish desire, and she will move past it. She takes a breath and stands up a little straighter. Even in borrowed clothes, she cuts an imposing figure; six feet tall, green, and too large to be mistaken for anything except what she is. ]
My name is Kettara Bloodthirst, of the Earthen Ring.
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Her blatant disdain is noted.]
Fenris. [He does at least take a moment to do a mental run through to check for any familiarity but as he suspects, there's nothing.] I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with this 'Earthen Ring'. Whereabouts is it?
[It wouldn't hurt to ask. Maybe he'll be surprised. Maybe he won't.]
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[ The look gives her pause, and Kettara stops, holding her distance. It's understandable. She's a stranger to this man. It's not enough to be other than human. They could still be enemies.
She stands up straighter, lifting her chin. Regardless of her own feelings, she will give a good accounting of the Earthen Ring. She owes her master, and her friends, that much. ]
It's an organization, not a place. But we protect Azeroth, and all her children. Most of us reside in Mulgore.
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doesn't phase him — i have limited icons rn please forgive
[ The question comes from a large, muscular, ostensibly human man standing at the end of the alley. Shadow caught sight of the glowing, and he walked over to investigate just in time to see someone slam straight into a wall. It looked like it hurt — hence the question.
Although Shadow looks like he could probably be a threat if he wanted to, his body language is open, and his expression appears genuinely concerned. ]
pls u are always forgive
He forces himself to a stand, trying to concentrate hard enough so that those cursed spikes can retreat back into his body (a thought that is as alarming as the fact that they even come out of his body). But they don't budge.]
Peachy, [he retorts, finally lifting his gaze to glare sideways at the the stranger, hand still clutching his chest as he remains hunched over like he's ready to strike at any moment.]
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And it's a sign of how accustomed to dangerous situations he is that Shadow doesn't back away from the hunched, clearly angry figure. (Or perhaps it's just a sign that he really needs to work on his self-preservation instincts.) Instead, he takes a step closer, hands raised slightly at his sides to show that he's unarmed. ]
Are you sure? That looked like it hurt.
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Stay. Back.
[he warns sternly, a frantic anger lacing his words. He initially assumed the stranger to be a local, but he's reacting with a calmness that said locals haven't. Even just his ears alone have been enough to earn him some hesitant stares. But even so, this man is a stranger and so he had to be wary.]
I can handle this...myself.
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That's a crystal clear message, and it's one that Shadow doesn't ignore, even if he is concerned for this stranger's wellbeing. He stops where he is, then takes a large step backward. ]
Okay. Whatever you want.
[ But he's still not leaving. How can he?
Shadow glances back towards the mouth of the alley — he's stepped away, but he's still standing just inside it — and considers his options. ]
There's a convenience store just around the corner. I can get you some ice.
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it's a festivus for the rest of us
Christ on a cracker.
Rafe weaves through the crowd with ease (and maybe throwing a subtle elbow when it's not so easy) until he finds himself next to Mr. Pissed Off And Pointy. Flashing an insipid smile at the truck staff, he catches the dumbass by the elbow and forcibly steers him out of the line he's been holding up. A nondescript brown-grey-whatever hat is pressed into the hand not occupied with the apple and all its bonus protein. ]
Little thing called discretion, buddy. [ Rafe says it with that same smile on his face, but his eyes flash with impatience. ] Try it sometime.
[ Ordinarily he wouldn't give a shit (and still kind of doesn't despite it being specifically extraordinary circumstances) but they're all of them in this together now and he's not about to get screwed over because some people don't understand how to be fucking professional about this. ]
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As soon as he's caught by the elbow (after a wince and a hiss, because the cursed markings are sensitive even under a sleeve) Fenris's anger is immediate. Uncharacteristically he's allowed himself to be dragged to a point where there's an alley. Small, but just out of the way that he can retaliate with all the anger that little move just brought forth — he's surprised at his own restraint, really, to wait that long, which isn't very long but still...
That apple was dropped faster than a vial of poisonous tonic, and the hat goes along with it...though that's more thrown to the side than anything, and not even bothering to see if whatever group of people are close to this alley will see the spectacle or not, the arm not being grabbed reaches for the man's throat — failing that, he'll settle for digging his fingers into his shoulder (he's too used to having his gauntlets, lucky for the stranger). He moves to push the man with all his strength into the baby-alley just out of sight of all the commotion with very little care for this 'discretion' he spoke of.]
[It needn't be said, but his sneer is matching his general mood right now.] Hands. Off.
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Of course he expects something like this — granted, not aimed at his fucking jugular like something out of a five finger death punch matinee — and jerks backward. All the guy catches is his shoulder and it's enough to immediately demonstrate that he's packing some muscle. Off-balance, he stumbles but it gets him out of view which is more important than anything else right now. Just have to get this other idiot in here with him.
He doubts an invitation will do the trick. ]
If you looked capable of being out in public without adult supervision, I would've been happy to keep them to myself. But [ an expansive shrug that ends with a vise grip on the guy's bicep, the same arm he'd caught a wince on before, to swing him around deeper into the alley. ] here we are.
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So he uses his grip to attempt to push this asshole off of him, though should he succeed that doesn't stop him from advancing angrily. Just to make a point. And to get further out of sight.]
Let me make one thing clear, [he sneers through gritted teeth.] I hide from no one.
[He couldn't have spelled out 'i have a giant ass chip on my shoulder about this' any better if he tried. Mostly because he can't spell period, but.]
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[ Frog-walking is a hassle under the best of circumstances, and a snarling bleach job fresh out of Santa's workshop hardly qualifies as "best", but Rafe gets them both around a corner and safely out of sight. Satisfied, he allows himself to be pushed away and releases the guy's arm. May as well throw him a bone. Who knows, it could even remedy some of this junkyard dog syndrome he seems to be suffering from. ]
So I suggest you remove that stick up your ass and start learning. Fast.
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unphased
so this is mostly curiosity: ⟫
What are you trying to accomplish?
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Coming into a dark alley was about as discreet as he was willing to get. He's done enough hiding and running that to have it expected of him again was infuriating beyond belief, considering he was taken here against his will. He's had enough of that to last a lifetime.
So instead of worrying about the state he's caught in he just gets angrier.]
That is of no concern to you.
[Though her lack of a reaction probably means she's like him, perhaps. And one could argue it might be, but it's an argument he will emphatically call bullshit on. Fortunately, that doesn't seem to be the case as it were.]
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⟪ wherever they got him from, body modifications must have been quite en vogue. back when there were ren faires, he would certainly have won a costume contest or two just for sheer dedication. as for caroline? she seems to have no interest in leaving, instead, she steps somewhat out of view from anyone who just happens to pass the alley, while motioning to fenris: ⟫
Go on, then.
⟪ is she just... is she really going to stand there and watch him slam himself into the fence? apparently. ⟫
I'm sure if you play unmovable object versus unstoppable force long enough, something is bound to happen.
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You're just going to watch?
[In case the defensiveness wasn't obvious he adds a scoff.]
I'm not here for your amusement.
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⟪ she crosses her arms in front of herself. the defensiveness makes her wary in turn, but she doesn't have a lot of tells. you try working surrounded by the military for a while, eventually, you don't show intimidation anymore. ⟫
It's just scientific curiosity. ⟪ a shrug. ⟫ With a dash of mild concern over your sanity and physical safety.
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safehouse;
vandii is a survivor before she's anything else. it's why she's curled up near one of the windows, a blanket draped over her shoulders, her long, elegant prosthetics curled up beneath her like one might do with regular legs. at his... struggles with literacy, she cocks her head and glances at him. )
It depends on what you consider worthwhile, I'd suppose.
( her mind is already racing ahead to the sort of bullshit she might be able to fence. manipulating the flow of information is child's play. )
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His head snaps in the direction of the voice, though beyond that there's no urgency. It was as if that kind of movement was habit whenever a stranger spoke to him. His response comes delayed, of course. This woman is...familiar in such a way that he recognizes some features but foreign in just about everything else. It would seem strange to most people probably, but it's the tattoos on her forehead that catch his attention. The displays in front of him are small enough that he can see that much. That golden glow...golden. It's odd, and of course he draws comparison to his own glowing markings — except they're not glowing at the moment.
He wonders if something is running through her very skin to make those markings glow.]
Anything that helps me make sense of this wretched place.
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he's a twitchy little thing, isn't he? it's the specific sort of twitchiness that speaks to a larger awareness of one's surroundings. combat? war? hyper vigilance born of some manner of trauma? she can't say, but she'd bet it's one of them. )
Well, most of it's fairly typical of social media. One bright individual is asking about different flavors of ice cream. I think you'll get more value out of actual conversation.
( gently, then, to spare him any indignity, )
It's possible your implant's malfunctioning? Maybe Morningstar can help.
( she's almost certain it's illiteracy, given his reaction. but she imagines it's a touchy subject. weaknesses often are, and while it's one she's filed away for later she isn't about to press it to a fracture point having only just met him. )
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[Social media, he means. Is that all he's missing out on? Perhaps he shouldn't feel so frustrated at not being able to understand these annoying boxes.
His lips purse into that of annoyance, but if it's due to the mention of Morningstar, his inability to read, or the display in front of him not going away, it's hard to tell.]
Doubtful. [After a moment the windows start to go away until the display is fully gone. Clearly just doing whatever until the problem solved itself was the answer. Who knew.] I can't read these...displays.
[Yes, it's a sore spot. But he won't pretend as if it's not an issue.]