Grasping hands 1.4
{Encounter dice rolled!}
Eve carefully peered around a corner, two Gangers stood near one of the back alley entrances to a store, smoking and speaking to each other in low tones paying more attention to each other than their surroundings. They were asian and wore red and green colors thus ABB; Eve couldn't see any weapons on them but that meant little thanks to the slightly baggy pants and the jackets each of the two wore which could probably hide a gun from sight.
They always did in the movies at least.
Slowly pulling back she rummaged through her backpack and pulled out an old ski mask she had got last year after the record coldest winter in Brockton Bay's history. Staring at the still semi-new ski mask a pang of melancholy hits the displaced teen before Eve shook it off. She could cry on her own time when she was safer, not when next to what she was sure was a font for a gang of rapist and sex traffickers.
Though what she was actually here for was supplies. She had been walking to the Market on the edge of the Docks when she noticed the two gangers in the alleyway. Which was a pain in the ass really. Peeking around once again Eve silently huffed and stuffed the ski mask back into her backpack and stood, going back to her objective of getting supplies. She would remember this spot, come back later and kick some ass for Administrator.
Not that Eve had anything against punching the Yakuza or would the ABB be the Triad? Trikuza?
A bit of tension seeps from her posture as she spots Stalls and the booths set up for the Market, along with a couple of the Enforcers from the Boardwalk hanging around eyeing the place up, but with much less a keen gaze as their work in the Boardwalk. Probably because the Market was for the lower classes and didn't have as much tourist attraction power as the Boardwalk did. It still gathered crowds, but it wasn't where most of the money was made.
But that was good for Eve, because she didn't have all that much money to begin with. A credit card likely to cut off soonish and two hundred and eighty four dollars to spend on non-perishable food, water, a costume of some sort, and shelter. The shelter was likely to be one of those Motels that often have to remove police tape and you didn't try to sleep on the bed or you'd get tiny livestock on your person. Not something she liked the idea of.
Would shaving help prevent that? She'd have to look that up online. She pawed at her baggy jeans and frowned "Oh fuck me." Eve whined softly, her phone was currently back at her house across the city in the form of melted plastic at this point in time. "Guess I need a new phone too." She murmured walking on towards the street market.
{2d100 rolled Result: 98!}
A wetsuit, black, that sorta looked like it could fit Eve, a humble start of a costume for a cape such as herself. A newish bedroll, one LED bright as hell flashlight, one of those steel secure boxes, a nifty spring loaded switchblade which is probably what cost the most out of all her purchases but it was cool and she might need a knife for various reasons in the future. Oh, and Eve got a can opener because that would probably be something she needed in the future considering her diet was about to mainly consist of canned goods and fast food. Unless she learned to cook, which she had been remiss to do when she still had a mother to teach her how to do just that.
A deep breath helped with the more subdued sensation of sharp pain in her chest. Eve let out an annoyed growl as she made her way off towards the Docks south, there would be a few on the budget Motels near the area. Little buildings, rarely ever having a second story of more than ten rooms.
Speaking to the desk clerk/manager was a bit nerve wracking, but thankfully the man wasn't asian so the chances of him being ABB were pretty low, still probably paid protection to them. He must have been glad to have Eve pay in advance for a full seven day week of renting a room, along with the ten dollar tip. He probably wouldn't sell her out, and if he did she would simply make him wish he hadn't.
Not killing him of course, but she could probably demolish this place pretty easily, plus mastering him to beat himself up would be fairly amusing.
Any amusement Eve would have gained from those thoughts were thoroughly tarnished as she slipped the key to her room out the lock and opened the door, leaving her staring at a tape outline of a person on the floor. "...Are you seeing this shit Administrator?" Eve asked as she stared at the person shaped...shape on the floor. Was she hallucinating from stress, wasn't this a movie trope?
[Affirmation] came only a second later. Eve sighed softly, the weight of everything that had transpired during the day suddenly present. "I guess I can go get something to eat tomorrow it's-" she turned and peered at a clock resting on the wall opposite of the single neatly made bed in the room. "- ten pm and fuck it all I'm tired." Without care Eve dumped her bag on the floor, she stepped around the tape outline and dropped her bed roll on the floor and kicked it open. Peeling off her shoes, Eve took her hoodie off and folded it up before laying down, setting her favorite jacket down as a makeshift pillow.
There she laid, staring up at the old popcorn textured ceiling. "Goodnight Administrator-"
"-istrator. After we get some food and stuff tomorrow we can go do some cape stuff." your [Host.Eve] tells you, turning over and closing her eyes to try and fall asleep. You neither require or would want to sleep of course, but you can appreciate [Host.Eve] thinking of you before she falls asleep herself.
Ah, she will be entering the dreaming section of her nightly rest soon. How interesting, dreaming itself isn't rare amongst Hosts, but it is rather uncommon. It takes creativity on a subconscious level for dreams to form beyond the wetware that makes up a brain just filtering information gained during the day's activities. Thus Host species capable of dreaming are particularly valuable for Data gathering. Even if most of the time, dreams are utterly incomprehensible even for Shards.
Enough of that distraction however, there were several issues that you had to attempt to understand and correct. This of course was the perfect time to do so, without the presence of your [Host.Eve] you can dedicate nearly all of your attention towards that foreign green crystal flesh that had latched upon your own pearlescent pseudo-flesh and organ analogues.
As you spend more time on the barren, superheated Earth and expend more energy towards this strange mystery your awareness of yourself expands beyond your normal scope. After all it wasn't often a Shard had to pay much attention to it's LargerSelf, it was certainly interesting to a small degree. Almost familiar as well, for why you simply do not know.
Right, the jade flesh.
Expanding your sense of self is indeed helping as you have found that there
is an open connection between the Jade flesh and your own. But nothing is passing through them, no information into or out of the strange flesh. But this does allow you to prod at the strange pseudo-flesh with your diagnostic scans...only to have them blocked! What!? Repeating the action, you note that it's not blocking exactly. Rather your diagnostics are simply ignoring the connected Jade pseudo-flesh.
Frustrating. Frustrating was perhaps the only way to describe this. The amount of energy alone being consumed for this would have fed the entire planet your [Host.Eve] called home for centuries. Yet you have made no noticeable progress with this issue. It made you angry.
Curiously, not the prescription emulated Anger designed to affect a Shard when something negative happened within the cycle. Rather something that heated your crystalline flesh and made your routines run faster with an urge to
act.
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verything smooths out. Your subroutines are functioning properly, your organ analogues are no longer spasming with wasted energy and mixed signals. For a moment you are left worried about the sudden existence of another glitch within your software...However unlike your previous glitch, this one happened while you were running diagnostics. Thus a wave of information washes over you. If you had the physical ability to smile, you would have grinned.
Because you just learned something
very interesting.
Eve let out a loud and pleasured groan as she woke up and stretched her entire body much akin to a grumpy cat. "Fuuck." She hissed and sighed softly as she sat up, rubbing her back lightly as it protested the night spent sleeping on a rough carpeted floor with only a bedroll to give comfort. A sleeping bag might help, so she would probably go looking for that today. Then her stomach felt that familiar pang of emptiness and Eve amended that she would get food first. Probably wander down to a few stores and use the credit card as much as possible before ditching it. She could probably buy a bunch of gift cards for when the card gives out.
Wandering through the Docks would be a stupid idea, but it's not like Eve has much of a choice. Forced to stick to the main roads, her backpack is the only thing she chose to take with her aside from the switchblade. It was early in the morning, so maybe the ABB weren't out and about, why would anyone commit crime at six thirty am? Probably Coil's men, they were mercenaries after all, and weren't most mercenaries ex-military?
Well that wasn't going to be an issue for her, because she wasn't near Coil's turf.
Eve froze for a moment, stepping backwards a few steps to stare into the windows of one of the shops that somehow managed to actually still survive in the Docks' gang infested land. The windows were dirty and scratched and a metal gate promised to stop any quick thievery from passing criminals. "Fun Motors huh?" she muttered glancing up at the shop's name hanging above the similarly metal grate reinforced glass door.
But the real attention grabber was a beautiful prize sitting in the display cases looking all the well too badass for Eve to pass by without staring at it.
A full protection matte white with a reflective golden visor motorcycle helmet. "Fucking sweet." Eve said with a grin. She had always liked motorcycles (No it was not because Miss Militia rode one), the leathers and the helmets always looked badass. Even when she had watched someone get hit by a car when riding a motorcycle when she was 10 had permanently put her off the idea of riding, the get up of a biker was something still too aesthetically pleasing for Eve to merely forget about or ignore the awesome helmet.
So of course she bought the fucking thing. Eve found one that fit her nicely, she could ooh and ah over it later when no one was around to connect it to her face so she stuffed it in her backpack to avoid anyone connecting it to her face. "This is actually very exciting Administrator. I'm gonna be a hero...I think. Yeah. yeah I'm gonna be a hero!" Even if Eve hadn't been a cape groupie for much of the cape scene, Heroes were a fundamental part of life in Brockton Bay, hell probably in all of America as well.
Eve began to walk back down the street before she suddenly jerked to a stop and turned with a brief flash of annoyance, continuing back down the way she had been traveling before she had been distracted by the newest addition to her costume. She still had to go collect those gift cards before the probably fast approaching cut off of the card.
{Spending Dice Rolled! Result: 340!}
A fair amount of spending money on fast food gift cards, a trip to a gas station earned Eve two packs of bottled water and the empty space of her backpack was now filled with beef jerky. Expensive but oh so delicious beef jerky. Carrying the water wasn't difficult, mostly an annoyance as she balanced the two twelve packs, at least until she sneakily used her Phantom limb to help. Then it was easy as pie.
At least until the man with a knife in his hand stepped out of an alleyway directly in her way "Alright whity. Hand over what you got. Or pay in another way." his eyes lecherously slid across Eve's body in a way that made her skin feel unwashed. However, something nabbed her attention in a way that left her speechless for a moment, even if this possible ABB ganger was threatening her. "are...Are you robbing me of my water bottles?" She asked, no small amount of dumbfounded confusion lacing her voice.
The man blinks, the question momentarily leaving him off balanced. "Wha-No give me your fuckin money or suck my dick! I don't want fucking water, that shit comes out of pipes easily enough!" The would-be mugger snaps out, waving the well taken care of knife around so that it could catch the light of the morning sun.
It's not very threatening. Yes she would rather the knife stay far the fuck away from her body, but she had Administrator and Administrator's power. "...Right." Slowly she uncurled the Phantom limb from helping her balance the cases of water, and instead crept over to the man's shoes. "So, what kind of money do you want? Digital or physical?" Eve asked "because I do not have any on me if you want dollar bills or coins. Well, actually I may have one or two dollar coins on me. I would have to check."
The man grimaces at the dumb question, looking more like a sneer than anything else. "Jesus christ girl just give me the fucking money or else I'll fuck that pretty face of yours!" he ordered, becoming increasingly frustrated by Eve's antics
Eve purses her lips. "Ew. Dude. not. Just no. Because of that comment. I'm not giving you anything." She sticks her tongue out at him causing him to rear up and rush at her with an exclamation of 'fucking bitch'- or at least attempt to rush at her. The shoe laces she tied together go taunt and he tips like a cow and crashes to the ground. "HA DUMBASS CAN'T TIE HIS SHOES!" Eve laughed, stepping forward and kicking him across the face as the would-be mugger tried to hastily get up to his feet. The man collapsed with a groan, a bit of blood and a tooth escaping his mouth from the force of the kick. "Stupid fuck." With a glance Eve saw that the street was empty of people, what with it being the Docks and early morning. Probably why he had felt so secure in trying to rob her.
Actually it was rather weird that it was morning and no one was up and about doing things… Other than mister mugger here of course. Were the Docks just abandoned? It certainly seemed like it. Maybe people just...avoiding being seen? "Fuck I'd expect to see someone."
With a frown Eve set her water down and started checking the mugger's pockets, her hands shaking slightly from the leftover adrenaline in her system. She did not waste time checking the man's wallet for it's contents, rather Eve pocketed that and his knife before gathering up her water. The man got another swift kick, this one to his ribs before Eve started jogging off back to her current abode. The Phantom limb helped her balance the packs of water all the while.
"Seriously? Only seventeen dollars in coins? What the hell."
Energy waste. That is what this jade flesh does, as far as you know. It causes you to waste energy. You do not know why. Perhaps the foreign Shard flesh is simply misaligned and drawing power though that. At the most you knew that the flesh caused glitches when you experienced the vestigial emotional response subroutines activating.
"Administrator can I just Call you Admin for short? It'd be much easier to do when we start fighting actual capes." Your [Host.Eve] questioned, sitting down on her bed roll and staring at the helmet she had purchased earlier "Oh! And I need to find a name for my cape...stuff. Ya know? I'm just not coming up with anything good. Although I was thinking of Arkh. It sounds kinda cool. Maybe I could go to the library and look some mythology up? I think Hindu gods have multiple arms...although maybe that might be a bit much. I don't even know anything about Hindunism."
Ah, shorting your name? That was something that every Shard did. After a couple billion years names tended to accrue. Your full title was
[#4; ADMIN-COMMAND-QUEEN/ADMINISTRATOR/AUTHORITY-LEVEL-ELITE]
which would be quite a mouthful in combat, if one had to use a mouth to speak your title. So no, you would not mind if your [Host.Eve] used the -ADMIN- part of your title even if it did make you sound a little pretentious. At least it was not -QUEEN- like your sister [ADMINISTRATOR] Shard.
As for the name. Well once more you must admit to not being creative. But you did get a-perhaps disrespectful-delightful memory of which could lend aid in this. After all, if the <Thinker Hub>'s Avatar was not going to appear, then they were not to use their Avatar's given name.
[Agreement.Suggestion] You send out once more a reminder of how inefficient your speech is when you contact your [Host.Eve]. You simply cannot send out the full extent of your communicating ability without possibly damaging [Host.Eve]'s wetware. Yet neither can you reduce the amount of energy spent for much simpler messages. An inefficient issue that needs solving. Perhaps if you contacted [BROADCAST] then they might have a solution for this issue, after all, they were the Shard designed for communication in the first place. Learning how to better communicate with Hosts would be trivial...if [BROADCAST] was deployed. Probably with restrictions due to...previous incidents.
Although with this Cycle being one of the ones where the Shards are unconnected from the Networks that will likely be difficult. At best you would have to use the input/output dimensional beacons as an extremely short range communication relay. Attempting anything longer ranged might melt [Host.Eve]'s brain and that was simply unacceptable.
Although...given a lack of restrictions...perhaps you could just...create your own Network?
That would most likely be considered paramount to treason if either <Thinker Hub> or <Warrior Hub> found the burgeoning Network. No doubt if they found offense in that choice of action, you would be reformatted. Which would lose you everything you've gained since your formation. Considering the fact that you were one of the Core Shards of the <Thinker Hub> means that the loss would be considerable.
It was a dangerous idea. One you should discard immediately. Yet. You could not. The data you would gain would be simply exemplary and surely with an impressive gathering of Data the <Thinker Hub> and <Warrior Hub> would not view the creation of a Network as an act against them.
If you were to start a Network, you would likely only be able to offer Thinker Shards a place within it, and not many unless you spent energy, time, and resources crafting several organ analogues that would allow you to increase the range of your makeshift [BROADCAST] function using the Input/Output beacons located in [Host.Eve]'s brain.
You would not like inviting <Warrior Hub> Shards into the Network, his Avatar might find that egregious more so than the <Thinker Hub> would. Although you could very well do so if you wanted to.
"So, Admin. I promised yesterday we would do cape stuff after I got some supplies." [Host.Eve] needlessly reminded you while chewing on a strip of dehydrated bovine flesh. You had a perfect memory, except for why you had missing lattices which frustrated you greatly, so you did not need a reminder of something spoken between the two of you last night.
"So what kinda cape stuff do you want to do Admin, go patrol and look for crime? Maybe hunt down other Capes? I think I have the beginnings of a costume. It's nothing fancy, but I think I can make the look work…..Yeah. Eden the badass heroine. Don't know why you offered Eden up. Arkh sounds cooler." She bit into the dehydrated bovine flesh and worried at it. "But Eden must mean something to you right? You wouldn't have suggested it otherwise. So. Eden."
Your [Host.Eve.Eden] paused to pull the head protection she had purchased into her lap. Quietly inspecting the golden visor. "We can be heroes...never thought I'd be doing something like this Admin. Guess that's life, sometimes things just happen." [Host.Eve.Eden] got to her feet stretching. "Even if it ain't complete. I have the most important parts. I can still try to get something done today."
"Alright Admin. Let's do some hero work."
Bud Progress: 3%
Time to Administrate:
[] Investigate the missing lattices of your previous Hosts, you simply don't have memory of discarding any lattices and that discrepancy is almost blatant. It's worrying. (Past Hosts and Yourself)
[] Investigate the strange green node flesh. You've discovered that they are connected, and not dead flesh. However they are causing an interesting interaction with your emotions (The Why) {2 of 4}
[] Investigate why [Host.Eve.Eden]'s lattice is struggling to form, and try and fix the issue. After all she is a great [Host.Eve.Eden] and you would like to keep a reminder of her. (Closer Bond with Host)
Capes and mundies, what will Ev-Eden do? [Writing in extra details helps speed up chapter creation and makes the QM happy!]:
[] Focus on general survival, try to find shelter, food, and necessities. - locked
[] Try and hunt gang members, you can rob them too! Dangerous though. (Possible Pings: ESCALATION. REPLICATOR, CONSUMPTION, and others!)
[] Scout to get a sense of the lay of the Docks. Knowledge is half the battle, the other half is extreme violence! (Possible Pings: ABSORPTION, MANIPULATION BUD #5, ARMORER, NEGOTIATOR, HEAT GENERATION)
[] Find a costume, you have a credit card for the moment {I'm commissioning art for this!} (Possible Pings: KINETIC REGULATOR, SHIFT, REDUNDANCY, SPACE, STASIS, The GLEAM team, SHAPER, ???, and ???)
Shard Business. Plot stuff! Data! And other hilarious things you tell yourself:
[] Tell [Host.Eve.Eden] to find nearby Shard hosts. Preferably those of the [Thinker Hub] But [Warrior Hub] Shards will do. (Pings can be collected)
[] Tell [Host.Eve.Eden] to go and find [QUEEN.ADMINISTRATOR]'s Host and collect Data. (Pings can be collected)
[] Start construction of the foundations for a Network of your own creation. (WARNING: THE ENTITIES MAY TAKE NOTICE, this will require multiple actions.) (Pfft no they won't, probably.)
[] Tell [Host.Eve.Eden] of Shards, but not the Cycle. You did tell her that you would explain later.
A\N: Damn you have no idea how much this chapter kicked my ass. Having to work on it piece by piece was an exercise in frustration. For those curious, yes a friendship with Taylor is possible but it won't start easily thanks to multiple factors. Also, some options unlock bonuses, perks, or new choices. The reverse can also happen.
Later today I will be posting the Character sheet, and the costume building thing is an extra action. Enough votes for it unlock it as side content. This might happen with other options, dunno if I should tell yall when the option is there. Considering that this is my first Quest, I'm kinda fumbling around here. ANYWAY. I hope you all enjoy the chapter, and i hope you like where Eden's costume goes.
This chapter has been under reformatting