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7/13/2015 6:41:12 AM
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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."
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Clink thought things over, as hard as it was to do that suspended in mid-air. "So basically you're a contract killer? Because that's something I'm [i]very[/i] familiar with. I'm guessing you were sent to kill me?"
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"I was sent to kill you, but to also retrieve information on these Mafias. But not by contract: by loyalty to my... authorities..."
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"Authorities? Like who? Another mafia family? How did they get the funding to even make you? Tell me, or I won't say a word."
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"I work as a sentinel of the Monarch, cleaning Cedyetica of pests like you. Now what are your allegiances, your motives?"
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"You know who I work for. Don Falcone. The head of the biggest mafia empire the Sewers have ever seen. You kill me, and I guarantee you, all hell will break loose."
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"Hell doesn't matter to us. Our forces can be something deeper than there. And thank you for your information. I will kill you quickly now for your cooperation, disintegrate your entire body so your rats won't have a clue of what happened to you. But before that," the Pursuer tightens the muscles in your arms and legs to completely immobilize them. "Any last words? Any last confessions?" [spoiler]Think clearly about the situation at hand. I sense at least one way to escape this.[/spoiler]
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Clink grins widely. "Why yes, I do." At that moment, Clink whistles loudly. Around 15 heavily armed men walk out of cover and aim their impressively powerful weapons at all the critical parts of the synth's body. "I knew you were too powerful for me to overcome, so I brought some backup. Now, I don't want to hurt you. You seem like a nice enough, er, robot, so we'll let you go free, on the promise that you don't bother us anymore. In return, we will cooperate with [i]you[/i] and you exclusively; we don't want to meddle with the law too deeply. We will tell you the location and the main bases of the people you wish to exterminate in the Sewers. If not, I'm afraid my buddies here will blow you to tiny bits before you can use those powers of yours. We can either part as allies, or you dead, and no ground gained for either of us. The choice is yours."
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Edited by HickoryHamMike: 7/14/2015 4:29:00 AMThe Pursuer makes a side-glancing glare at the Mafia gunmen, and then shuts his eyes. "[i]Fool...[/i]" he says. And then, as the Synth scrunches his eyes up in concentration, each of the mens' heads suddenly and spontaneously combust, sending their brains onto the floor and walls, their bodies slumping onto the ground, and their weapons clattering down with them. Then Clink is released from his kinetic grips, as the Pursuer collapses to his knees, gripping his bald head. He grunts and hisses. His face is twisted and contorted. Does he show... pain? "I've outdone myself...!" the Synth breaths heavily. "Damn it..." His eyes open for a moment, and he hyperventilates, and then growls in frustration as his eyes are clenched shut again, his brow furrowed. "I can't move on... Why can't I move to another body?" He then glances up at Clink. "I'm done, rat. Finish me off, I have failed the Monarch. I'm as good as dead."
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Clink looks deep in thought. Suddenly his face lights up. "No. I'm not going to kill you. You said you've failed the Monarch, so there's no point in working with him anymore. Why don't you come and work for us? We can provide protection, not that you need it, and whatever fuels your powers I'm sure we can get. It may not be what you expected, but it's better than the whole of the Family hunting you down for killing 15 of their men. And if you do decide to join us, I'm sure I can put in a word or two with the Don. Those men are probably happier dead. So what do you say? We could work as an unstoppable team, or you can fade into the oblivion, knowing that you failed your only purpose in life. I hope you make the right choice. I'd rather not have the Monarch after me." Clink, glad to have his arms back, readies them for any backlash from the synth. He stands, waiting for an answer.
