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 Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 5:00 pm
Ruth was not a destructive sort of ghoul. At least, not directly. When push comes to shove, she always went with the third option of getting the ******** out. And while the rest of the Death Division in this virtual reality parody of their lives were busy trashing what was just pixels in a compilation of hyper-realistic representations of reality, she opted to do something else.
Something familiar. She was 99.99% certain of someone but she had to make sure.
It wasn't that hard for the blonde reaper to track him down. Somehow, even in a simulation, Ruth would be able to find her "boss." What sort of minion would she be otherwise?
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 6:53 pm
Her "Boss" was oddly looking for her next. She was one of the few people that he actually knew. And he was STILL mad at her. Only a little though. It was actually pretty funny too. Like best prank style. She had hi for a long time. And being here was sort of enlightening? But he approached her with a scowl on his face. "Blondie!" because he was never not calling her that. And then he punched her arm looking very annoyed. (yes contact. It was rare, but also momentary. She still desired it.) "You stuck in this hell hole too?" he shifted, trying to the phantom feelings to go away. Look 6 feet of wings was a lot of body lost.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 6:58 pm
Now that she remembered who she was, Ruth simply nodded, managing to refrain from smiling at the nickname that he had coined for her. If her Hunter self found it annoying, the Reaper was grateful for it. It had been something she never expected to have or cling to when these moments cropped up. And being a student at Amityville Academy guaranteed these moments cropped up.
She tilted her head, pantomimed shivering, and drew a question mark in the air. She was herself again, after all, and she had so much to make up for her "years" of speaking.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 7:11 pm
Andrew stared at her. "No none of this s**t. You are talking to me. I know you can. And guess what. I KNOW you can." it was clearly her. And she was a foul mouthed little s**t. And he liked that. But he wasn't going to play the interpretation game today. On to business. "Have you seen Olivia? Or anyone else we know?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 7:18 pm
Blue eyes narrowed from behind blonde bangs. Yes, she could talk, but he should also know that she refuses to talk out of principle. This form may be that of her Hunter self, but she was not a Hunter.
She brought her phone out, settling on a compromise because to be fair, Andrew was not on the list of creeple she wanted to confuse and or piss off at that exact moment.
Unfortunately, I have been unable to identify anyone familiar.
She held up the screen to allow him to read. Then added I have not been able to find Olivia either.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 7:27 pm
Andrew squinted at the text. This was fair compromise. He just didn't have patients for the whole charades game today. "Alright. Well, I saw Maple earlier and I was with some first year when things got wonky. So I know there are other creeple here. But if you see Olivia, you let me know." he held up the replacement phone indicating he would accept a text. "Alright well next order of business is figuring out how to get out. Those idiots destroy the furniture aren't helping."
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 7:34 pm
Ruth agreed, fingers typing frantically Before we woke, we were told that this is a game, which I assume to be a simulation. The question that comes to mind is what or where is our physical forms.
Figuring out what their situation outside of the "game" was essential before anyone could consider what to do next.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 7:49 pm
"I'd guess they are where they always are." he frowned a bit. "Like every time I wake up from one of these things it's always in bed. Usually on the school grounds. I think I just need to avoid the school entirely..." He sighed and glanced around. Butane was still on the fritz, saying random things that were ignored. "We need to figure out where out is. Like there is no end game to beat..." wasn't there an end game in one of these? He hated the feeling of being tugged along through these things. His hand itched for fire, but it summoned the sword instead. Andrew looked down and scowled at it. He was getting no where fast.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 2:47 pm
Chaos and confusion were a Paranoia Agent's bread and butter. It was their lifeblood, and any FEAR borne of these things were always welcome. Ruth's anger, however, had nothing to do with the havoc her situation was wrecking on everyone and their psyche. Instead, it was that whoever, whatever engineered all of this, thought it would work on her. And that it did was what truly offended her.
Perhaps NPCs are our best targets at this point?
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 5:45 pm
"Why? They aren't anything. it's a waste of time and energy to kill them. We want the game designer or the boss, anything else is pointless." he sighed, still thinking. Trying to reason this out. "Unless they have information, but I doubt they have anything but what they are supposed to fool us with. No... we will have better luck with our phones.... perhaps the computer server room? That's where the messages come from... though I bet they actually come from the..." he waved his hand around them. "Thing keeping everything in place. None of this is real."
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 12:57 pm
Ruth didn't want to have to explain her logic to Andrew but it seemed like she ought to. NPCs are programmed to behave in a certain way. There ought to be a logic behind their conversation and action branches. Surely whoever created this game has a fail-safe in the instance something goes awry in the code.
She tilted her head and waited expectantly for his response.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 9:29 pm
Andrew frowned for a long moment. He was thinking. "I'm not sure how that would help us." he just couldn't figure out how to use it. "It's a good thought. but the logic doesn't mean existing the program. If they have too many problems they would just shut off the npc. And that's probably separate from whatever is holding us here." The reality was, even if they broke the game it didn't necessarily mean they would wake up, but it would be closer. "I just don't know." he sighed. this whole thing was massively frustrating.
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