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 Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 10:09 pm
Tab nodded in response, shaking his hand lightly. "Nice to meet you too..." She murmered, pushing hair out of her face with her free hand.
"Um- where are we....precisely?" She asked, looking around the strange place. She had never been in one of these places before, and from what she had gathered through the course of a few days, kids her age weren't allowed.
((is gaia's connection spazzing out for you? O.o))
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 10:13 pm
((Yep, got a few 404's a minute ago. lol
That's all I can do for tonight, I'll pick back up on whatever happens tomorrow.
Also, a note to Terror, if Tristan doesn't get back in the story before you decide to post again, just let yourself be interrupted by the woman and leave him out front. Then you can pick back up where you left off whenever he gets back.))
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 1:38 pm
((just making sure it wasn't only me ~_~))
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 8:42 pm
"Ah, this is the Demon's Tear." He paused for a moment, noticing the distraught expression on her face.
"Oh, don't worry. You'll be fine here, as long as you don't sneak any whiskey from the bar. We have a firm ginger- ale only policy with minors here." He said with a smile, his eyes squinting from his own joke.
"Mainly, I took you here because of someone I know here." He explained, the contours of his face returning to a slightly more serious tone.
"You wanted to remove those limitations they placed on you, right?" He asked, raising himself up and standing upright, a hint of playfulness still showing in his face.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 9:51 pm
Nash Ran up to the edge of the garage and took a quick peek over the concrete to see how much damage he had caused. as his eyes crossed over the young man hanging from the second story he couldn't help but think that it probably would have been best just to fall 2 stories then to be caught in his current predicament. he popped up on the ledge and casually pointed his pistol down towards the sniper only a floor below him. " Dont move or you'll have to change trigger fingers." Nash said with a slight hint of not really caring. He Placed his hand up to his Ear "This is Agent Nash Steward I have the sniper in a precarious position and would like some help for pick up please."
(sorry bud hope you can figure a way out of this because it would suck if you got caught so early)
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 1:42 pm
Tab couldn't even manage to stifle a laugh, and then shrugged.
"I'm not sure it's possible. Its not like a program you can just hack, or a chip you can remove. Its wired through-out my limbs, and doubt there is enough technology here to make new prostetics equal to the ones I already have." She explained, looking at her arm solomly while curling and uncurling her fingers again.
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Luminatus rolled 1 100-sided dice:
94
Total: 94 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 8:56 pm
Steadying himself, he prepared for what he had to do next. As the AIA agent stood above him with his gun pointed down, he paid no heed to anything the man said.
Closing his eyes for a moment, he centered himself, clearing his mind. then with blinding speed Ezekiel raised his feet and pushed himself off from the structure. At the same time he released his hold and reached inside his jacket like thousands of times before, and drew his pistol.
Still with his eyes closed he aimed and fired towards the agent, all the while tumbling towards the alleyway, landing gracefully on his feet in a crouched position.
Name: Ezekiel
HP: 1100/1100
SP: 30/30
Atk: 40+40 (+100)+20, 70% (80%)
Ammo:100 V10, 10 Sniper
Acssry: Body Armour (+400 hp)
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 10:13 pm
"Ah, don't worry. A few of the people here are very well versed in AIA cybernetic technology. Let's just say, some of their secrets aren't as secret as they'd like..." He smiled as he pulled out his own arm, and proceeded to use it as a model for his explanations, his finger travelling throughout the various parts as he spoke.
"You see, their cybernetic technology is quite interesting. The restraints the have placed on you are based around a unique magnetic field, emanated from..." He said, pointing to his elbow.
"Here. To disable it, it's a simple matter of reversing the magnetic pulse coming from the device which their little devices react to. As a result, their handheld devices go..." He gestured with his hands, as if to signify an explosion.
"Poof. The tracking devices were much simpler, and quite obvious. As a matter of fact..." He said with a smile, seeming to take great glee in this next little fact.
"Removable, for simple re- use from inactive operatives. As a matter of fact, the AIA should be having fun chasing around a bunch of rats right now..." He smiled, his eyes squinting.
"After all, this is their fault to begin with. If they were to fix New York's rat problems, then they wouldn't have to worry about me placing trackers on them." He said, with a slight chuckle.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 7:20 am
"Wow...." Tab breathed, taking all this in and studying her own arm. So there was hope at not being treated like a dog whenever she came in contact with them. This was almost as good as getting real limbs! Although that was long since impossible, and didn't dwell on it as much as she used to. However, it didn't change out she felt about herself. Ugly. Looking up at him, her amber eyes were serious and determined.
"I have two questions," She said finally, shaking her hair out of her face and shifting from one foot to the other. She paused before continuing,
"How soon can they do it, and how will I find this place again?" She asked, still completely un-aware of where she was. In fact, she didn't have any idea where she was most of the time anyways. Most of the time, she tended to just wander around, and that was fine as long as there were plenty of people to pick pocket, and of course there tended to be a McDonalds on every street corner....So, actually she seeemed to be doing pretty well at this street thing.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 1:50 pm
The intercom in the back room suddenly perked up in a feminine voice. "Shall I put the guns down?" Said Eevee, "I assume that this is a guest and not a hostage..." A mechanical whirr perked up from the ceiling and gattling guns retracted upward hidded behind the lights.
Clint meanwhile in the front of the bar felt his arm getting tired underneath the table. The kid was silent as a ghost, like a dear caught in the headlights. Speechless. "Well are you going to say something or just stand there all day?" Said Clint.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 8:37 pm
Tristan could not, literally for his life, think of anything to say. The gatling guns were terrifying on their own, but...
"Proof? Cross didn't say anything about this."
They had parted ways quickly after the escape. Addison Cross knew that Tristan wouldn't be able to function in the system after having been processed, and so gave Tristan the directions to the Demon's Tear. And now Tristan was dumbfounded.
"Proof... what have I ever done that proves..."
Tristan decided to take a chance, the first, if all went well, of many in the foreseeable future.
"I'm... sorry. I'm very new to all of this. I don't know if you can pull up the criminal records or any of the police bulletins, but if you ran my name through the system, you'd learn why I'm here.
"I was arrested as on suspicion of character. Apparently, asking the wrong questions in class makes you an Insurgent in the eyes of the system. I was put in a cell, and Addison Cross helped me to escape and gave me the directions here. I don't know if you know him or not, but he told me that I could find help here.
"I don't quite know what's going on with everything, but I know that there's something wrong. I need to try and fix it. I'll do whatever needs to be done, but I need a new ID chip. I can't even walk in daylight after having been processed."
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 8:48 pm
Apple-Mastaaa55 Tab couldn't even manage to stifle a laugh, and then shrugged.
"I'm not sure it's possible. Its not like a program you can just hack, or a chip you can remove. Its wired through-out my limbs, and doubt there is enough technology here to make new prostetics equal to the ones I already have." She explained, looking at her arm solomly while curling and uncurling her fingers again. "I don't know, but our man Clint should be able to tell you that..." He said, casting a glance towards the door. "Speaking of which, I just sent someone to go get him... He should be coming back here sometime soon..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 9:09 pm
"Sounds like a bad lie." said clint. He sighed though, realizing that the situation might not have been fabricated. There weren't many who actually COULD offer proof... He could give the kid a test like a few others. He remembered the missions in progress of his comrades... nothing needing assistance in awhile. A new mission coming up... nope not yet but after the speech probably after someone reported in. No doubt one of the Insurgance attmepted an assasination after eevee switched the TV, but he didn't know for sure yet... the third and last thing that was his normal resort to the noobies was simply to give them a chore to do around the bar. All the chores were done unfortunately, exept for organize the place and clint didn't really trust anyone with his stuff... 'guess I'll have to give him the easy way out' he thought...
Alright then if you can't offer me anything solid, perhaps you can... let me destroy your old chip! After all if you're truly loyal to the Anarchists you won't be needing it in place of our new one!" This would require quite the bravery of anyone wanting to be a spy, as your entire identity was in that chip. Plus if Clint decided he didn't like the kid he could always give him a new identity as a female... no spy would want to take that risk... "Also I think I'd like a fee..." might as well make a profit on the side... "5000 unos!"
((the gattling guns were in the back room aimed at Tab, the only defence in the front of the bar in the room your character is in is Clint and the drunks))
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 9:49 pm
With a hum, he heard the gattling guns starting up.
"s**t! That b*****d Clint and his defence systems! You figure he could put voice commands on these things! Quick, come with me!" He cursed as he drew his gun, and quickly fired a few shots at the monitors to divert them, if only for a second, as he grabbed Tab by the hand and dashed through to the front room.
"DAMNIT CLINT! TURN OFF THOSE BLOODY GATTLING GUNS!" A voice shouted loudly as he burst through the door behind the bar, Tab in tow, and slammed the door behind him.
"Eevee, what did I tell you about monitoring him and his 'security measures'...?" He scolded, obviously irritated.
"Make sure that he doesn't shoot everything in sight." The feminine voice repeated, as if she was told a thousand times before.
"How far a man goes to protect his whiskey cellar... Anyway, Clint, I've got a friend here who could use your help. Getting shot at isn't the type of welcome I like to give to our guests..." He rumbled, the sound of machine gun fire still going off coming from behind the door.
"Anyway, are you alright, Tab?" He said, turning to the cybernetic girl accompanying him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 5:44 am
Again with the silence. Tristan stayed quiet for a while, considering the situation. He knew there was no other way. He had to walk out of here with a new ID chip, or he was walking back to jail. He didn't care much for his life on paper anymore, but it was who he was up until this point.
"Oh shut up." Tristan was partial to chastising himself in his own head. "Just do it. There's nothing left for you out there, and no other way in here. And after all this... injustice... don't you want in?"
Tristan hung his head and sighed.
"There's still time. You can go back and plead your case... you can... no.
There's no turning back."
Resolved, Tristan looked up and said, "Please do it. I'll pay. I'll do anything." Tristan held up his forearm.
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