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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 19, 2015 0:23:25 GMT -8
The reluctant agents of KPLQ sat in the lobby of the corporate HQ - an ugly leviathan concrete block of a building with a hat full of technojunk. Mathematically generated abstract animations lit the few wall-mounted TV screens, the fluorescents were yellow and gently buzzing. Somehow, none of them could feel powerfully upset about the circumstance. They were still essentially themselves, but anything like alarm was dialed down to one. Marshall had left them to wait while he was debriefed, everyone figuring out how best to rest their shotguns. The door opened, but instead of Marshall, Erel walked in. Hi, Erel! Wait, where are the crutches? He seems to have a new prosthetic that looks much like a real leg, from outside the pants. Erel, you were just told to wait in the lobby with these guys, not sure what's up.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 19, 2015 1:26:37 GMT -8
Emilio stood about three feet in front of the screens, seemingly calmed, almost smiling.Emilio- "Crimson and clover, over and over... Crimson and clover, over and over... Crimson and clover, over and over... Crimson and clover... "
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Post by Trinity on Oct 19, 2015 9:17:17 GMT -8
Mason casually strolled around the room. His eyes jumped between TV's, appearing transfixed for about a minute before going to the next one. Logically, he was aware of the situation they were all in, but emotionally, he felt.. pretty good, actually. Must be that frog thing again. Eugh. He hoped he would be able to get that thing out of him soon.
Mason- "So this is HQ? Looks homey."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 19, 2015 11:02:25 GMT -8
Erel- "Hello boys" Considering everything, he seemed to be in good spirits and probably completely unaware of the goings on in other threads. "Got a new leg for my tv station job...I don't understand the reasoning but it's something I can get behind. How have you folks been?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 19, 2015 17:55:40 GMT -8
Erel- "Monster children? IS THAT A GUN? What on earth happened here? Naw...I don't think so. You can look if you like. Makes me look like The Fly on steroids though." He figured that here was probably the safest place he could be, and showed off his leg to the rest of the crowd as he pondered life.
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Post by DKender on Oct 19, 2015 19:51:37 GMT -8
"It looks good on you, Erel." Timothy gave his gun a friendly pat."We'll be doing more than clerical work in this job. I have high hopes for a pay raise." Frankly, he felt better than ever. Thank goodness he didn't have family to worry about. One point for the solitary life.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 19, 2015 22:08:15 GMT -8
Charlie had leaned his gun against the wall and checked out Erel's leg. Charlie- "Wow. Cutting edge. No advertisements though. That's a missed opportunity."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 19, 2015 22:22:21 GMT -8
Erel- "Good, I'm glad that my leg wasn't used as billboard space. What...exactly happened involving children and when did guns come into all of this? Is it time to leave?" He seems to be wondering when the danger factored into everything, and looks a little concerned that no one else was particularly concerned.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 19, 2015 22:23:00 GMT -8
The door again opened, and mushy footsteps approached. Marshall was eating a Toblerone and carrying a half-full gallon jug of milk in the other hand. He still wore his poorly fitting, blood-flecked suit but looked a little less sweaty. Marshall- "Hey guys. So you'll probably want to get fitted with some implants. They're gonna bring someone down to talk to you about it, I've got several so I can give you some recs. Anyone want a drink?"
He held up the plastic jug, beaded with condensation.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 19, 2015 22:23:55 GMT -8
Erel- "More than I have already? What kind of implants?"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 19, 2015 22:46:13 GMT -8
Emilio seemed to perk up a little at the mention of implants, also noticing Erel's leg for the first time just after Marshall came into the room.Emilio- "Like a cyborg? Cowabunga, dudes. I'll take some milk, I'm parched."
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Post by DKender on Oct 20, 2015 0:12:59 GMT -8
"Thanks. Some for me too, please. Is that the good stuff? Whole milk, uncut? " He hoped Marshall would materialize some glasses. Timothy had never been a big fan of sharing spit. He wouldn't even stick a second straw in a milkshake.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 20, 2015 9:26:22 GMT -8
Erel- "...What happened with the kids?" He seemed to have missed that whole pot of shenanigans, and looks like he might want some milk too. "I wouldn't mind a sip myself."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 20, 2015 12:48:34 GMT -8
Milk did seem like it would hit the spot about now. Marshall started to hand it to Eric, stopped, and wiped the rim off with the cleaner part of his blazer. Well, at least it was cold. Marshall- "Nothing but the best, the sinsemilla of milk... I guess that would be straight out of the udder. Ugh. No, this is just whole milk." He took a bite of Toblerone, and tapped the candy wrapper against his temple as he took in everyone's questions. "Well they got a variety of implants, designed to make your body work better, mostly. Faster, calmer, better reflexes, yeah pretty much a cyborg. Except less like RoboCop, they use all natural components. I think I would prefer RoboCop, but eh, a job's a job. Erel here has a great, top of the line implant. Lucky man! How's it feel?"
"The kids? Eh... I'd prefer to not call them that. Is 'the conduits' too dehumanizing? Actually, are they even human? I don't know where they came from... Okay I came up with a narrative in my head that works for me. I'm going to imagine they're bio-robots. Bio-robots hell-bent on destroying humanity. Yes, yes indeed. I'm sure KPLQ would love to detain them magically without killing any of them and bring them back but...Well uh, we gotta find 'em first. And first, we need some way to be able to find them. I heard them talking about some kind of sensing device, I'll get that so then we can track the little weirdos down."
"Anyway, Erel, we just had some kid-like entities um, breach... okay some lady let them out. They're dangerous, and will probably try to kill you in your sleep unless we take care of them. Not in a nice way, not like... tucking them in at night. But wouldn't that be nicer? Aw man."
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Post by Trinity on Oct 20, 2015 13:30:45 GMT -8
Mason waited till the milk was passed to him. Mason- "Can I get one implant or lots? 'Cause if we have to fight an army of little kids, I want like, iron fists or something." He brought up his fists and started to dodge imaginary punches, making small 'bop' noises when he threw his own at the empty space in front of him.
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