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7/13/2015 5:54:18 AM
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The crippled Synth lies slumped against the wall, glancing at his smashed limbs, which leak white, milky blood from squirming wires and severed tendons. His face doesn't show a trace of pain, since he has no nerves. He looks back up at Clink.
"Impressive applications. Where those came from seem to be more important than where I do, don't you think?"
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"Being the right-hand man to the person who runs the sewers has its perks," replies Clink. "What's your name? Were you following me just for the hell of it? If so, you made a bad mistake."
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"Ah, now I know of your true importance to your execution. And my name is simply a unit-code, and you can guess where that's from." the Pursuer says.
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"My execution? The -blam!- you mean my execution? We [i]run[/i] the law down here. Any cops or drones are paid off by us. You have less of a chance of finding an honest cop down here than you do a synth that can feel pain."
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"No one 'pays off' my kind, here. I'm an Insufferable." Suddenly, the unseen force, possibly kinetic, starts flinging the scraps of the Pursuer's limbs at Clink, blinding you with the white blood and synthetic innards.
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"SHIT," yells Clink as the acidic blood hits his skin. Clink puts his arms in front of his eyes in a vain attempt to shield himself. The tiny pieces of metal get into his skin, causing him to freeze up in his left top arm. Summoning all the remaining strength he has left, Clink takes all five of his working arms and plunges them deep into the chest of the synth, while muttering, "there's got to be something important in there."
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As the acid fades from your vision, you see the Synth is... dead? Its eyes are completely white, and its body is limp. Could you have actually killed a Synth?
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Clink looks down at the synth in astonishment. Never before had he seen anything like this. Maybe this was some new kind of synth? There was only one way to find out. And, if he was lucky, he would get the answers he needed. Without further ado, Clink grabbed the synth with his mech arms and began the journey to the Family's safehouse.
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Edited by HickoryHamMike: 7/13/2015 6:36:12 AM[i][b]In the deeper levels of the Sewers, a man with pale eyes and a bald head paces around, alone and vacant of a soul. Suddenly, he stops, and his eyes are filled with a vibrant blue. They stare aimlessly for a moment, and then cross into focus. "Insufferable," the man says to himself. He now walks in a certain direction, to the higher, more familiar levels of the Underground.[/b][/i]
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Clink walks into the safehouse and immediately walks down into the basement and throws the seemingly dead synth down on a table. He contacts the Family's head engineer, Pax Galante. "Hey Pax, I got something for you here. It's a synth. I don't know if it's dead. Yes, it had white blood. It was following me! What was I supposed to do? Give it a pat on the back and send it home?!" [i]during the call, the synths eyes flicker. Not the vibrant blue before, but now a pale red.[/i]
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((Wait, the Pursuer's original body or the new one?))
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((The original one. After the Pursuer changed bodies, it's aggro mode was engaged. Not that it'll work very well))
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((How the hell did you know there was aggro-mode for vacant-minded Synths???!! That was totally in the lore for these guys!)) The dismembered body of the Pursuer writhes and wriggles on the table, and tries to get itself off of it.
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At that moment, Pax comes in the door, runs over to the synth, and grabs the pad on its arm. Within 5 seconds, the synth has fallen silent. "What was that all about?" Asked Clink. "Damn synth went aggro," said Pax. "It's gone to another body. But if you want to find it, just use the codes for it on your pad. It'll show up on the map." Clink looked at Pax respectfully. "So is this a new synth or what?" He said. "Not exactly a new synth," said Pax, "but more like an empty one. This one has programming that allows it to 'die,' we'll call it. It really just shuts down and activates aggro mode after a few minutes. But the second you disrupt a major circuit board, or hit it in the major head center, it shuts down and sends its programming to another shell of a synth, which receives the programming and essentially becomes that synth." "Impressive," noted Clink. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go find that damn synth, and get me some questions answered, or by God I'll kill every synth in this goddamn city."
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Clink sets down the phone and sits down to wait for Pax. He hears a faint rumbling in the room. Curious, he gets up and looks at the synth. Its whole body is shaking, and it's staring straight at Clink with pale red eyes. It's clearly trying to attack him. Clink has decided he's had enough of this synth and all these mysteries, and shoves an arm so far into its head that it has enough force to punch a hole in the table.
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The Synth shakes a little more with a gaping hole in its head, and then slowly fades into deactivation. ((I've gotta go to sleep because of work tomorrow, so see you soon! We can most likely continue this tomorrow in the morning, during my lunch break, and after work.))
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((Sounds good. I'll most likely be on all day on and off. See you then))
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[b][i]The man with the blue eyes is getting into the higher Sewer levels. Every man who has questioned him on his journey he had killed, stomped them out like the Sewer rats they were. But he has a particular rat in mind that needs extermination... [/i][/b]
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Clink was furious. He had been tracked down by a new type of synth, failed to get answers, and let it get away. He looked at his arm pad. There was no sign of the synth's new body. It was probably underground somewhere, hiding like the little bitch that it was. He shrugged. "Might as well make some money while I wait," he said. He set off for the Family's main safehouse to pick up an extermination contract. Once he got to the house, he walked over to the wall of people the Family thought should be taken out. He pondered, wondering which poor fool would be killed today. He finally settled on a talk but muscular looking man. He was bald, with vibrant blue eyes. Clink looked closer at the photo. It said it had been taken just this afternoon.
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Edited by HickoryHamMike: 7/13/2015 8:01:41 PM[b][i]The man with the blue eyes is getting close to his target. His mind pulsates, his kinetic abilities lustful for something to rip apart. He turns a corner into a tunnel where a shanty Mafia outpost has been built over a large sewage reservoir. Two rats, one in a greasy white tank top and jeans, carried a Type-14 ((new entry to Weapons database)) submachine gun, while the other, in a dirty tuxedo and fedora, hoisted an M-26 Carbine with an ACOG-2 scope attached to it. They both turn their attention to the bald man and mutter to each other suspiciously as he strides past the outpost. "Hey!" one of them barks at the blue-eyed man. The bald man stops in his footsteps, and tilts his head towards them. "Yes?" "Come over here." a rat says. The man now turns to face them. "Why should I? You are rats, and I am man. Why should I follow your commands?" The rats raise their weapons. "The fuçk did you just say?!" "Don't worry about it." the man says, and makes their heads combust with kinetic pressure. Their brains are now sewage, flowing in the dirty river of the stuff, as they always were inside their skulls. The man with blue-eyes continues walking. [/i][/b]
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Clink enters the coordinates in his arm pad for the location of his target. He then checks to see if the synth is trackable yet. As he stares at his screen, he realizes that they are both the same person. This raises many more questions. Why is he being targeted by the mafia? What has he done? Clink knows where he is now, so it is of no matter. He walks down the streets, careful to stay out of the synths path. He comes across two members of another mafia family, the LaDuces. Both of them wield puny 9mm pistols. Using his cyber arms, he rips the guns out of their hands, and with the same movement, uses his second pair of arms to crush the chests of the men before him. He takes the guns, more comforted by the firearms. He walks into the shadows, intent on the murder of one pesky synth.
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((I'll be adding those pistols to the Almanac)) [b][i]The blue-eyed man looked down at his Tac-Pad, went to an ordinance tab, and checked the targets location. His eyes narrowed. He quickly put his back against the wall to an upcoming corner into another passage, and waited there. His target would be coming to the corner any second now.[/i][/b]
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Clink was sure his target was here somewhere. He glanced down at his Tac-Pad. The dot marking the synth was directly next to him. Clink barely had time to dodge the flurry of sewage water that came flying at him. He had found his target.
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The Pursuer quickly turns the corner and holds Clink in the air with kinetic force, stiffening your muscles so your limbs won't move. "We meet again, Cyborg rat. Now tell me: who do you work for? What are your motives?" he asks, his face as emotionless as before.
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Edited by HappyChappy7: 7/14/2015 12:53:10 AM"I could ask you the same. What new kind of synth are you? What's an Insufferable? I won't tell you anything until I know all about you or the person who controls you," Clink replied as he tried to struggle out of the force holding him.
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"I am not controlled; I am ordered. Insufferables are ordered to ruthlessly attempt to complete their set objective, unlike the regular operatives who can get bribed away from completing it. Synths like me are the perfect being for the job. And I am not new; I am the one and only Synth model, and I have probably shown you the abilities you didn't know we were capable of."
