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Advance Australia Fair [Old World of Darkness]

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The Laurent said:
I wonder if we'll ever see our sister again.
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I'm sure we will, I mean it'd be kinda shoddy if after everything we've gone through it ends up being 'Oh yeah your sister's gone forever ggnore'.

She's not Mr. Eto I'm sure we'll see her again, it might be with her trying to kill us but we'll see her again.

E: GDI Deku
 
[X] Step out into the open.

Gotta get her to E6 somehow. :V

This seems like as good a way to make her doubt the technocracy as any.

More seriously, I don't want them convincing her we've been 'overwhelmed by our atavistic traits' or something.
 
Hmmm. I wonder if Meg actually is Lakshmi Avatar. I had already considered that possibility, but it seemed a bit far fetched.

Given our origin, It seems a lot more probable now.

Anyway.

[X] Do nothing.

Not risking capture, thank you.
 
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Ridiculously Average Guy said:
More seriously, I don't want them convincing her we've been 'overwhelmed by our atavistic traits' or something.
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well

ZerbanDaGreat said:
You can pick out the shape of your face, rimmed by light. The vague impression of your features. Your eyes, shining from the reflected gleam of the light. Something's wrong about them. It's too dim to know for sure but they're wrong.

You wake up in pain. Your lip stings like hell and you have a splitting headache. You feel around your mouth with your tongue. Your prominent canines taste coppery. There are twin punctures on your bottom lip.
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i mean

Also elaborating a little on some earlier stuff :V

ZerbanDaGreat said:
You see a seven-foot-tall reptilian, its feathered crest a riot of colour, leaning up against a wall wearing nothing but a pair of black compression shorts. Talons carving little grooves in the pavement as it sips from its coffee cup, listening to its compatriot - a man in some kind of high-tech armour. No, not armour. If it's armour it's too small for his body, nowhere for him to fit. It's him. His body's been replaced from the jaw down, replaced by a finely-sculpted idealisation of the human form in white and silver. He doesn't even bother wearing shorts. He has no modesty to preserve.
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>Dinosaur man chatting with Raiden
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Also: we're seeing an interesting mix of combat-heavy assets and a civilian ("civilian") apparatus. Which makes some sense, this area's probably a sort of safe-harbor for Union enhanciles. But it's still notable 'cause Constructs tend to be purpose built. Such and such lab in a hospital was built to maintain combat chimera. Such and such set of offices provide SIGINT for NWO teams. That kinda stuff.

So idk where I'm going with this besides the fact that we're in what's essentially a massive Union military base which is sorta obvious. :V

ZerbanDaGreat said:
A black woman with bright gold eyes, a gold-plated earpiece looping around one ear. Wearing some kind of sci-fi fusion pantsuit, gilded black. An Asian guy in a jacket and jeans, little metal protrusions framing his face at the jaw. Emerging across the back of one hand from his sleeve. Liquid metal gleaming at his throat, little tendrils reaching up for his jawline. Another guy with golden-brown hair, wearing a half-buttoned dress shirt and designer jeans. Model good looks. A simian tail curling around his waist. An easy smile exposing fangs. They all look so strange, but they're still people. You've seen how people like them hold themselves. Lakshmi's found herself another David. Another of her old friends.
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Mmmm, and already Lakshmi has a team of attractive twenty-somethings. The fucker.

Lady with the bling is almost definitely a Syndic. Maybe a Financier although I could see an Enforcer too, if you've got it flaunt it and those are two of the branches that are most inclined to it what with the former being the high-powered jet set class and the latter basically being shadowrunners. Cyborg's ItX (easy call that), seems sorta organic though. Maybe some kind of nanogoop or metamaterial idk. And then a handsome monkey dude wwwwhooooo...gonna ping as either a Progenitor (attractive furry murdermachines are their things :V) though he could be an Enforcer too I suppose.
 
Logically, we should continue fleeing. We could maybe get a message to Lakshmi later via Mr. Emoticon when we are somewhere safe....

ZerbanDaGreat said:
But you held Lakshmi's hand. That was the first thing you ever did in your life. You held your sister's hand
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:cry:
Zerban why do you make decisions so difficult.

In the end, the stealth-gamer in me demands we continue our Ghost run.

[X] Do nothing.
You think about stepping out into the fake sunlight. Of getting closure with your sister the way you managed to with Dad. One last goodbye.

Then you think about what Dad told you. Think about your too-sharp teeth and strange eyes.

Would your sister even recognize you?
Do you want her to?

Lakshmi is happy. She has friends, coffee, and a new...watch.

Maybe leaving her in peace is the best thing you could do for her.

The voice in your ear interrupts.

"As much as I love sappy family reunions..."

EDIT: I thought I would try a write-in. Meghanada can either accept or deny these thoughts, depending on how the vote goes.
 
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ZerbanDaGreat said:
Magic exists," he says. "But it doesn't. Except... fuck the nuances, I don't care any more. Magic used to be widespread, used to keep people in line. The unassailable divine right of kings. The will of the gods. Whatever you called it. A group formed called the Order of Reason that wanted to depose magic and replace it with science, science to be distributed and used freely, by anyone. By the time the mages knew they had an enemy they'd, we'd, overthrown them. We took control of the world from behind the scenes, brought about industrial revolution, and named ourselves the Technocratic Union. We've been in control for hundreds of years now. Protecting the world from the things they don't believe in any more."
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I kinda love that while Meg's father isn't okay with the Union's plans for his son his viewpoint/introduction to the World of Darkness is pretty technocratic. Magic was the tool of an elite few who horded it and used it to rule over the masses as Gods/Kings. The Union wanted to replace it with science to be used freely by everyone and is generally around to protect the world from bad things.

Like he's saying he can't go along with the union's plans towards his kid but he does believe in what the Union represents/does. As I said that's a nice touch.

ZerbanDaGreat said:
"No one understands Awakening," Dad goes on. "No one. All we have is useless conjecture and putting people who show certain preliminary signs into high-stress situations until they just snap. It's some kind of rare trait, something genetic, atavistic, there's as many theories as there are Technocrats. There could be a social and cultural element for all we know! All I know is what I believed, what your mother believed. That Technocrat children grow up Technocrat and Traditionalist children grow up Traditionalist and that's just how it's always been. How it'll always be. That even with all our knowledge and power we're still slaves to our environments. What's passed on, the genes and the memes. And... and a parent's job is making sure their children have the best possible chance at a future. At being whatever they want to be."

You don't press him any further. You just wait for him to compose himself. To force himself to keep speaking. You suspect that if you weren't holding him up he'd be slumping. Eighteen years of lies and secrets and fear come rushing out.

"It was a ritual," he admits in a small voice. "I converted to Hinduism. Valmiki officiated our wedding. We conceived on a holy night under favourable portents. I used my connections to... 'lose' some of a shipment of experimental fertility supplements from the Progenitor branch. We hoped so desperately that maybe, if we combined our resources, science and magic, our child would... would be able to choose. Would be free. And then Bastille Day came. Lakshmi was born."
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Interesting,

So Sis is the product of old school faith/ prayer magic and progenitor biotech that combined to create something new and valuable.

We are the result of a Umbra native of some power taking notice of what was going on and deciding to get in on the action.

ZerbanDaGreat said:
"I sat in on the meetings. Read the reports the Progenitors sent us. You're a nascent shapeshifter that can process human enzymes into energy at an impossibly efficient ratio and there are no end to the number of Traditionalists gone to ground in Australia that might be willing to help you understand your powers or turn you into a weapon. Worst-case scenario, if you got out? The Orbital Knight would have to be deployed. And that's the best we've got."
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Forget Kaneki mark 2, we are apparently Indian Mythology Alex Mercer.



ZerbanDaGreat said:
Space is at a premium and the Union have made the most of it. The level you're on, the 'ground' floor, is almost completely covered by buildings and walkways up above. Everything's dim here, the shadows gathering in gloomy corners and recessed doorways, most of the light coming from the windows. Barracks, labs, medical facilities. Down one street you think you spy a storefront sign with a coffee mug somewhere in the iconography. Down another you see a compact little noodle card, manned by a hovering drone. More importantly you see a turn-off marked as stairs up. You race for it. You climb both flights two at a time, puffing, heart pounding.

It's like a great subterranean dome. A dome with gigantic window on one side with a view of nothing but blue water, lit only by the docks extruding into the depths. City blocks cling to the buildings, spiralling up to the apex in great tiers. Restaurants, theatres, a school, even shopping centres and holographic ads for what to buy there. Everything's lit like the midmorning sun. Even the air is nice, practically fresh. Feels good to fill your lungs with it. The park is probably the culprit - while you spy snatches of green in potted plants and nature strips here and there, the park is a surprisingly sizeable chunk of real estate that butts right up against the gigantic window to the sea. Trees and grass and bushes and flowers, more than enough benches to sit and relax in the little slice of nature. And dominating it all is a massive obsidian spire, some kind of clutter around the base.
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Underground Techocrat City/Geofront.

Yipee!
 
Wade Garrett said:
Your posts are the posts of cowards who make Uncle Bobby sad.
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Yes but Uncle Bobby would say "beep boop kill the reality deviant." Well, mostly jokingly. Except for the kill the reality deviant part. Be like the last scene of Of Mice and Men, really.

Rob and Meg reminiscing and Rob talkin' about all those new videogames and movies Meg might like, and he's found this great archery range-and bought Meg a new bow for a present, and then suddenly BLAM plasma gun right to the back of the head and a single tear rolls down Rob's expressionless face.
 
MJ12 Commando said:
Yes but Uncle Bobby would say "beep boop kill the reality deviant." Well, mostly jokingly. Except for the kill the reality deviant part. Be like the last scene of Of Mice and Men, really.

Rob and Meg reminiscing and Rob talkin' about all those new videogames and movies Meg might like, and he's found this great archery range-and bought Meg a new bow for a present, and then suddenly BLAM plasma gun right to the back of the head and a single tear rolls down Rob's expressionless face.
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Your analysis is correct in regards to Best Hitmark but somewhat skewed considering I am referencing a completely different Uncle Bobby.
 
shenron said:
>Doesn't know who Uncle Bobby is :V
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As one of the Enlightened I get to define exactly what terms mean :V

Wade Garrett said:
Your analysis is correct in regards to Best Hitmark but somewhat skewed considering I am referencing a completely different Uncle Bobby.
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So screw both of you :V

E: Alt: You mean being shot in the back of the head isn't something that normally happens with random people named Uncle Bobby? You guys live in a totally different culture.
 
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ZerbanDaGreat said:
A black woman with bright gold eyes, a gold-plated earpiece looping around one ear. Wearing some kind of sci-fi fusion pantsuit, gilded black. An Asian guy in a jacket and jeans, little metal protrusions framing his face at the jaw. Emerging across the back of one hand from his sleeve. Liquid metal gleaming at his throat, little tendrils reaching up for his jawline. Another guy with golden-brown hair, wearing a half-buttoned dress shirt and designer jeans. Model good looks. A simian tail curling around his waist. An easy smile exposing fangs. They all look so strange, but they're still people. You've seen how people like them hold themselves. Lakshmi's found herself another David. Another of her old friends.
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My first instinct, driven by the human urge to see patterns everywhere, is to suggest that they've somehow stuck Lakshmi with a demigods kindergarten class. They knew what to look for in her, after all, and Dad apparently understood enough of the theory behind godfucking to get involved, despite being functionally a really badass investment banker.

That'd certainly explain monkeyboy over here - a poor attempt at remaking Sun Wukong by splicing primordial Diddy Kong EDE genes into a babby. Then we've got Lakshmi as whatever Indian hero she's the latest incarnation of, aaand the pattern sort of falls apart there because the black girl has no real identifying semi-divine features and an Asian guy would make a real odd choice for Nuada, and besides I misread the liquid metal as creeping over one hand. I stand by the theory, though.

I'm going to vote Do Nothing, probably with a stunt... but in the morning, so give me eight hours or so.
 
Revlid said:
That'd certainly explain monkeyboy over here - a poor attempt at remaking Sun Wukong by splicing primordial Diddy Kong EDE genes into a babby.
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You say this but like, how do you know his benchpress isn't 9000 tons

I bet this is just Meg being jealous because he doesn't look nearly as good :V

More seriously they just sound like chimeric upgrades of various sorts. The transhumanist conventions, y'know.
 
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