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| 29 Nov 2013 01:14 PM |
(IF YOU ARE NOT THEGUYMANDUDE72, YOU ARE NOT TO READ PAST THIS)
(THIS MEANS YOU)
(WELL, I GUESS I CAN, BUT YOU CAN'T)
You take a sip of your cheap coffee. It disgusts you, but it will have to do. Looking at yourself in the dark reflection, you admire your suit and tie. They make you look very sophisticated. Nearby, a woman with light purple hair is laughing extremely loudly. She is not as good as you.
You have one mission, and one mission only: To capture a specimen for your leader. It does not matter how this is done. There are reports of only two specimens, and (To the best of your knowledge) You are not the only agent. If you wish to get your money, and you do, you will have to do ANYTHING to collect the specimen.
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You take another sip of your coffee. You are currently outside, under an umbrella, right outside a small coffee shop. Your gloves are on your hands, and they are currently set to be used at any moment. It is unlikely you will aciddently set them off, though. Your glasses dot your face. At a nearby table, a person is set to arrest for thievery. He is probably not worth your time. Your PDA is on your belt. The hypersound chip is in and ready for use.
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| 29 Nov 2013 01:37 PM |
I talk a walk around, Trying not to act suspicious, but looking for people who are |
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| 29 Nov 2013 01:46 PM |
You get up, setting your coffee down as you do. It was revolting, anyways.
You get up. You are currently on the main street of the city that you have been dropped in. The name is unimportant. (or perhaps the maker of the rp cant make one up hmmm) You look around.
There's that one who is on arrest, but other than that, everyone your face scanner scans is perfectly fine.
A group of people rudely push past you. You realize that the one in the middle must be important, as he has two guards on each side. Both have a police baton on their belts.
(Note that, since this is a face scanner, people wearing hoods or mask, or that just aren't looking at you, cannot be scanned.) |
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| 29 Nov 2013 01:50 PM |
| I glance curiously, as any normal person would, and continue walking |
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| 29 Nov 2013 02:29 PM |
You stare at the person. They appear to be approaching a courtroom known as 'The Lawzone' to locals. He is likely going as a prosecutor against one of the less fortunate that somehow angered him.
The town square is just down the street, if you would like to go. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 02:43 PM |
| In fact, I would like to go. I walk to the town square |
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| 29 Nov 2013 02:50 PM |
You begin down the street to the town square. You can hear old music from the middle of the town. It's nothing like the electronic stuff that is played everywhere nowadays. It's almost pleasant.
The town square is fairly large, and it's more of a crooked quadrilateral than an actual square. Small shops dot the perimeter. In the middle is a stare where the music is coming from; a band of about a dozen people are playing. Nobody appears to be paying much attention to them.
You don't see much out of the usual from this vantage point. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 02:52 PM |
| I walk next to the band and enjoy the music for a minute or so. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 02:54 PM |
You walk up next to the band at take a seat at one of the wooden benches. Nobody is singing in this music. Another odd thing.
A few seats in front of you, an elderly lady sits. The seat directly in front of you hold a much younger man. He appears to be bent over, doing something you can't identify. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 02:56 PM |
Can changelings talk? I try to recall wether they can, while also looking over to see what the man is doing. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:06 PM |
Changelings are capable of everything their host can do.
A closer look reveals that the man is rummaging through the woman's purse. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:07 PM |
Maybe they're related, and he's just getting something from her. Or he's a thief. I continue watching. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:09 PM |
You continue to watch.
The man pulls a small device from her purse; Her PDA. It contains her credit card, her messenger... Everything.
He zips her purse back up and plants it under the woman's chair. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:10 PM |
"Hey you!" I say, grabbing the man "Give it back" |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:12 PM |
You grab the man.
"What the hell are you doing? Get off of me!" He says, throwing your hand off him. The crowd begins to stare at you. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:13 PM |
I alert the lady "Do you know this man?" I say, trying to keep him still/restrained. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:13 PM |
She looks up. She is shaking a bit.
"Why... No I don't... But he looks like a kind young man..." She says, smiling. She doesn't understand. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:19 PM |
"He tie to take your PDA" I explained I try to force him into returning it. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:20 PM |
You reach for him and grab his hands before pulling the PDA From his shirt pocket.
"I... I didn't do that..." He says, his voice cracking a bit. The woman stares at him angrily, picking up her purse and snatching the device from your hands. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:22 PM |
"Oh really. Then who did?... Look at me!" I try to make him look at me so my glasses can identify him.
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:24 PM |
He looks right at you. Your glasses do a face scan.
His name is Alan Marxton. He lives in the poor district of town, and has numerous crimes on his name that he was never charged for. He is known to be in a possible gang. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:27 PM |
| "I recognise you. You've done a lot of crime, haven't you?" |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:31 PM |
He stares.
In one swift motion, he tips over the bench in front of you. It barely misses your toes, but makes you instinctively jump back. When you raise your eyes to meet him again, he's already bolting through the crowd. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:32 PM |
"Ugh" I try to chase him, stun gloves ready. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:35 PM |
You give chase.
(Here's something you might have forgotten: You can put people on arrest after scanning them...) |
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