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Post by Dragnoxz on Jun 19, 2016 19:56:18 GMT -5
"Ok, let's get one thing straight, babies. If this is over 90 years into OUR future, then YOU can't be calling us 'kids' since we are old enough to be your great grand parents. k ?"
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Jun 19, 2016 20:14:27 GMT -5
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Post by JDrew25 on Jun 19, 2016 20:14:27 GMT -5
"I didn't volunteer. I was kidnapped. Someone shot me with a dart and then I woke up in a glass case and then it got cold, and they did this to me. Did this to us. We're freaks right?"
Zoe hugged her knees to her chest, closing her eyes and gently rocking herself. She didn't know why they did this to them, but whoever they were meeting might know. Why else would someone be looking for them? Nothing else made sense. Nothing made sense.
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Jun 19, 2016 20:38:22 GMT -5
"no more than we're 'freaks' despite what some people say." Gren spoke. "I'm a troll. I was born this way though there are others who became like this during puberty or later." "And i'm human," Hanzer spoke, easing her way over to Zoe, sitting down beside her. "However I was kidnapped by a now dead corporation and forcibly augmented. My arms and legs are cybernetic, as is my skull and torso. I have implanted tech up to my eye balls. heck, I even have tech IN my eyeballs. I barely have any essence left."
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Jun 20, 2016 5:09:37 GMT -5
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Post by Dragnoxz on Jun 20, 2016 5:09:37 GMT -5
"So, whatever happened, was not good. Like, I don't really know why I was frozen, but I like to think it was my choice. I honestly don't remember the very thing, if anything, if it is even real memory or fake."
Come to think of it, was anything I think I remember real or fabricated ?
"Could they have fabricated memory into us at some point ? I don't know if any of my memory is actually mine, or from dreams I might have had, if that is possible. And you, you say you were captured, but were you ? What if they could change our memories all around and mixed them all up ?"
Bio alterations, now that is new. They said 2075, but how long exactly has it been for real ? What are we, old folks, gonna have happen to us. We may be about to be presented to some rich slave owner.
"So, you presenting us to someone ? We gonna have to be obedient and get whipped if not, and have to say 'master' to whoever this is ?"
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Jun 20, 2016 6:23:07 GMT -5
"no idea, though to be frank we don't really care. we were paid to do a job and we succeeded with casualties. we get to push you into the arms of a rich guy while we get paid the big bucks."
the van stopped in front of the main door, where an elderly human man in a butler getup was waiting for them. Gren and Hanzer unclipped their cargo and gently helped them out of the van. "Mr gren, miss Hanzer, lovely to see you again, I assume these are the ones my employer requested of you?" the man had a kind face, with an easy smile. he sounded upper-class british, the kind of voice you would expect of from the best butlers.
"that's right Dorian, these two are the popsicles. unfortunately Nitro and Pete were killed." "Unfortunate. I shall bring you some whiskey to drink for them later. as of right now however, the master is waiting for you in the lounge." he looked quickly over Zoe and the other popsicle, and removed his jacket, drapping it over Zoe's shoulders. "I shall prepare some clothing for you two. and a hot meal."
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Jun 20, 2016 8:04:21 GMT -5
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Post by JDrew25 on Jun 20, 2016 8:04:21 GMT -5
Zoe seemed to shrink into the coat, the tails reaching the back of her calves as she wrapped it around herself. She nodded to the man, eyes downcast as her bare feet were poked and prodded by the gravel on the driveway. She took a few tentative steps, her legs feeling stronger than before.
"The gravel feels good. Well, it feels good to feel it. If that makes any sense."
She looked back at their rescuers before following the now coatless butler inside. Whoever had rescued them was waiting. The idea of clothes and a hot meal also sped her up. She hadn't eaten in 9 decades after all.
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Jun 20, 2016 11:49:53 GMT -5
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Post by Dragnoxz on Jun 20, 2016 11:49:53 GMT -5
"Ahkh, money oriented s***. I would have figured society would have matured more by now. That is disappointing. Oh, but food is not dissapointing. I suppose being thankful to be here is warranted, but to be a slave, in the future, not radical to me. But then again, food. Does pizza exist anymore ?"
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Jun 20, 2016 15:13:23 GMT -5
Dorian's lips twitched in amusement. "yes sir, pizza does indeed still exist. however availability of proper ingredients for good pizza is sadly hard to come by these days for those of lower economic status. that is true for all good food I'm afraid." "everything nowadays is soy based. after magic came back into the world lots of places that produced food stuffs suffered." they looked around to see an attractive young woman come out of the front of the van. she grinned at them, "I'm Mach by the way. lets go in already I'm starving." Dorian chuckled, "good to see that your priorities are as straight as ever miss Mach. shall I bring something for you as well?" "Oh yes please, curry fried rice sounds awesome about now."
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Jun 20, 2016 16:10:15 GMT -5
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Post by Dragnoxz on Jun 20, 2016 16:10:15 GMT -5
"Oh, a communist tattoo is that ? So the communist did take over ?"
All confused, seeing a non capitalist tattoo in the presence of a hardcore capitalist society. But still, food. Gonna need to work in this future some pizza with good quality.
"Ok, children, you don't have us in chains yet. Are we to expect to be chained up and enslaved, or are we being treated like victims of something ?"
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Post by JDrew25 on Jun 20, 2016 16:29:59 GMT -5
"Stop giving them ideas. I don't want anything else to happen to us, that..hasn't happened to us yet."
Zoe looked and saw that Mach was like her. She had the same angular face, the pointed ears, which meant she wasn't unique in her...appearance. How many others were like them? The large man, Gren, had said there were others. She didn't want to believe him at first, but it appeared he was telling the truth.
"You look like me. Just, not grey-haired. Or is it white? I can't tell. It was brown before."
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Jun 20, 2016 22:31:40 GMT -5
"looks more like a nice silver grey to me honey." she turned to the other. "and for the record, its an old tattoo, and not one I chose." they all moved into the mansion. inside it was oak and marble, yet somehow warm and inviting. they were lead to the lounge room, again it was marble and oak, with bookshelves filled with books and several thin hand hold computer like devices. there were multiple very nice and soft chairs and couches arrayed around the room, and in front of a large fire-place, stood a tall figure in what looked like an expensive, but comfortable suit. "So," he said, his accent cultured but devoid of arrogance, "you were only able to get 2. and it appears you lost 2 people getting them out. I'll double your fee for your loss, and your success." Mach, Gren and Hanzer looked at him shocked. they were expecting to have to barter with him for their lost comrades pay, but instead were getting double?! this was not normal. he sat down in the chair closest to the fireplace, indicating that the rest should sit down as well. "My name is Alexander Levington." he spoke to zoe and her compatriot. "I hired these shadowrunner's to hopefully extract you and others lie you, from where you were held asleep."
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Jun 20, 2016 23:24:48 GMT -5
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Post by JDrew25 on Jun 20, 2016 23:24:48 GMT -5
"Thank you. For saving us. But...why? Why us?"
Zoe sat on one of the closest couches, curling her legs under her and lettig the warmth of the fire seep into her body. She felt cold, and her body just seemed to crave it. The paper crinkled less than when she was first rescued, but she knew it was only a matter of time before it simply fell apart. Other than the coat she had borrowed she was completely nude.
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Jun 21, 2016 0:13:00 GMT -5
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Post by Dragnoxz on Jun 21, 2016 0:13:00 GMT -5
"We nearly died. They lost two, and gained the prize. And all you gonna pay is double ? Hahahaa. For their loss, I would have used the payment the dead would have gotten on top of the double payment, so, paying for the original team, double it, th divide among the survivors. If you were there, you would understand. I heard lots of guns shooting, and got shot myself."
I turn and show where I was hit, in the lower back, grazed, still, an open gash.
"They deserve my loyalty, becaus THEY were the ones who got us. Pluss, we are nearly naked. It is cold, and we are very new to this time. The past to you is our present. So forgive us if we are ignorant to your present. We are I shock, and may still be in shock of the new things we see. I can say if something my unfamiliar pops out, it might get broken. Just saying. Of course, she may adapt easier, being younger, haha."
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Jun 21, 2016 1:48:37 GMT -5
"Curiosity." he replied to zoe. "no doubt since you can move normally and b*tch about it you are fine. however I dislike blood stains in my home, so i'll have Damien patch you up." he told the other, signalling Damien to get a medical kit.
"now, I'm sure you two have thousands of questions, as do I. however at the moment I believe that giving you the basics for now will be sufficient."
he held out his hand, and out of nowhere, flames gathered in his hand into a ball, and with a flick of his hand he threw the fireball into the fireplace, igniting the logs. "Magic is real."
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Post by Dragnoxz on Jun 21, 2016 3:13:15 GMT -5
I alter my vision to compensate for the brightness of the flame, eyes go from (_(_)_) to (_|_) till the flame dims. I accidentally do it too much, so I squint slightly and allow them to slightly widen out, to (_{}_). I look on in sarcastic interest, not believing it is real, even if it is physically able to do damage, it is but a trick as far as I am concerned. "Cool trick."
"Zoe, I think is your name ? Do you remember anything ?" A worrisome expression might show. I don't actually remember everything, just minor pockets. I don't really know how I got there, but I got in my mind that I chose this. I don't remember family, friends, or even my own name. She knows her name, but how ?
Takes a deep breath, then looks at the rich guy, and moves in cooperation to whoever patches me up. "It was just a scrape of a bullet. One taste of my blood and it got scared, didn't like me. Excuse the personality, didn't have one before waking up." Perhaps I am undergoing some sort of culture shock, and it is how I am dealing with the anxiety of being in the unknown. Perhaps it is my military training, the part where we are taught to take a bad situation as a joke in order to deal with it easier, and to accept death and be prepared to go out with a laugh rather than cower about it all. Time to be a sociopath, not care, and be prepared to die with a fight. Stay calm, release rage only when needed, and get raw fear of potential foes to generate the natural adrenaline to use as power for possible escape. But, first, food. But wait, need to make sure no poison first. "Ok, I must ask. Food has enough sleeping solution in it, right ? Cause, when I go back to sleep, I don't feel like waking up till we have Star Ships, dammit." I swipe my fist in sarcastic pretend anger at the last word.
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