"I seem to be getting into a habit of threatening complete strangers nowadays." Jame's thought to himself as the man he was threatening contorted his face from a cheerful expression to an agitated one. Deciding to lower his baseball bat he swung it up so that it now rested on his right shoulder. "Hey!" a voice called out from behind James, and after turning he found that it belonged to the man who was leaning against the warehouse from before. "Look, I know it's a little difficult to trust each other in a place like this, but I need you all to pull yourselves together, or else we're not gonna get anywhere with this." He said while stepping out into the light rain. "My name is Wilson Grey. I am a high ranking member of the ALM. I've been instructed to gather you all here outside the warehouse, then bring you in after either everyone shows up, or until ten minutes passes. It's too dangerous for my boss to show himself, even in a place like Old Town, so you'll have to wait to get inside until you meet him. Until then, I'd like everyone to stay calm."
"Maybe he's right, we do seem a little bit on edge right now." His subconscious reasoned as James relaxed his stance to appear less tense. If these people were going to be his partners it wasn't a good idea to alienate them so fast. "Especially Samson, we do not want to get on his bad side by coming off as a two-bit thug." he thought before almost immediately tensing up again at the sight of the new arrival. He had seen the news feeds and heard enough to know that this guy was wanted by the cops, an understatement considering that most of the people present here probably had some connection to the police.
"And he's standing right behind the little girl. See this is why I hate kids, can't defend themselves so someone else has to do it." James thought as he casually walked and placed himself between the girl and the new arrival. If anyone would ask him why he moved he would just say he felt like it and brush them off. "Yep I just wanted to move, totally not trying to protect this kid. Just a grown man wanting to stand between a wanted criminal and a defenseless child, totally normal." His subconscious reasoned as he spoke up to Will "So exactly how many of these "messages" did you send out huh?" He asked, trying to get more information on what they wanted them here for.
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1 Year ago the military was on the losing side of the war. All seemed bleak until one soldier brought a penguin in to training. They had trained that penguin in the use of explosives and sent him out into the field. They had thought that they had won but the agent went rouge. Now he only lives on as a legend, the legend of ShotgunPenguin.
((I am back from my trip can i just do the roleplay whenever i want?))
((Yeah, you can start.))
Wilson lightened up a bit after listening to Samson. "Humble as always, Dr. Lazarus" he replied back. He was also relieved to see that nobody was fighting anymore. He saw another recruit approaching. Wilson remembered him from the news. He had killed about 15 people while trying to run away from the police. The fact that his file said he couldn't talk made it even creepier. Was the agency really starting to resort to common criminals?
Wilson turned to James. "I sent out nine. Eight of you are here, so we'll have to wait a few minutes for the last person."
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((Ok, sorry. I thought that would be cool. I'll change it. And you're right, I didn't do the research. Again, sorry))
((I had to keep it that he had worked on AI, since people had already mentioned it in other posts))
((It's fine.))
A man in a navy blue sweater sat in front of a computer, which had been placed on a noticeably crowded glass table. He pushed some books and files out of the way, adjusted his spectacles, and examined the contents of the screen intently. A few weeks ago, the hacker had been tasked with following a mysterious trail, which had originated from a seemingly ordinary Wikipedia article detailing a Roman goddess. Their sources had been hearing whispers in the underground world, mentioning that this digital path would've lead to the Strix, a rumoured assassin that terrorises mega-corporations, governments, and criminals alike. Her supposed presence is not known to the average person, and while most people who work in the shadows hold some opinion of her, they too are lacking substantial amounts of information regarding her existence and modus operandi.
He raised a white cup of coffee and took a short sip from it, before sighing frustratedly. The man recalled how he got here, first solving a fairly simple and out-of-place anagram on the site, to being sent on an increasingly difficult treasure hunt into the darknet. He'd spent hours, sometimes even days, decrypting and answering strange puzzles with clues referencing themes such as Roman and Greek mythology, cyberpunk literature, and the geopolitical practice known as neocolonialism. Each time, there was a small digital clock display placed in front of a phoenix, which, much to his dismay, had decreased from 22 days to a mere 6 hours over the course of the man's search. Seeing as a phoenix was often associated with rebirth, the man wasn't exactly looking forward to when the clock, and potentially all the puzzles, reset themselves.
He believed he now faced the final puzzle, which provided him with a row of separate numbers, an area to enter a code, and the representation of a country which he had deduced to be the former Republic of Ghana. He was utterly confused now, continuously scanning some articles on Ghana in the hope of finding something related to the themes which the puzzles often referenced. The man had already entered in multiple possible codes over a period of three days, none of which succeeded. A page was now open in front of him, detailing the first prime minister of said country, Kwame Nkrumah. It was then when he noticed a possible link. The numbers which he had previously been given were to be used as a book cipher; he quickly skimmed through the list of books the African had wrote, finally finding one which fit the puzzle's criteria. 'Neo-colonialism: The Last Stage of Imperialism'; it was as obvious as it could get. Typing in the code into the site, the contents of the white screen faded away, revealing an area to input a message. Said space was placed below a clean and clear symbol of the Owl of Minerva.
The man was utterly relieved; he'd solved it in time. Sighing deeply and drinking some coffee once again, he typed in the message which he'd been instructed to deliver by the higher-ups.
"Our group is searching for talented individuals suited to assist us in our goals. The tasks would be undoubtedly dangerous, but you'd be paid well by us. If you are interested, meet us at Warehouse 106793 in Old Town, Lynnhaven tomorrow at 2 PM.
- ALM"
The next day | Old Town, Lynnhaven
Old Town had a particularly calm and tranquil atmosphere that day, despite the overhanging dark clouds and light rain which would've seemingly encouraged a feeling of dread. In fact, much of the surroundings were run-down and defunct, and as far as she knew, this place was largely without electricity and unsafe. But no, Kate seemed to enjoy the tone of the area, as she very casually strolled through the small and quaint city. The antique nature of the area, the fact that it'd came from a time before her and was just left here unimproved, fascinated her. There was just something mystical about a place like this; in an era where everything is constantly shifting and changing, this place was practically stuck in time.
Her Oracles had drawn her out of her small daydream before it could go any further, bringing more of her attention towards the warehouse which stood far in front of her. She could see a man in a trench coat leaning next to a portable lantern; a woman with an antenna sitting on a motorbike; a teenage girl who looked sick even from this distance; and a tall masked man with a baseball bat standing between two other armed men and a disabled person. It looked like a fight, or at least an argument, was about to break out between some of them, and the woman slowed her pace down at the sight of this. In her dark grey jacket were two guns, one of which was now easily within reach of her pocketed left hand. Whilst her walk kept a relaxed mood to it, Kate grew more cautious, watching the people observantly as she approached them. It wasn't long before the man in the trench coat found the necessity to calm everyone down, and shortly after this, two more men arrived.
Athena counted all of them and conducted a swift and simple cross-examination of their physique and appearances, and from the information she had been provided with, she concluded that the disabled man was the famous Dr Samson Martin, renown for his revolutionary work on nanites, and that one of the newer arrivals was Adrian Stevens, a mute who'd recently failed in a robbery attempt, which had deadly consequences for 15 people in the area. For a brief moment, Kate could only wonder how many people were invited, and who exactly were these people. At this point, judging from the circumstances, it didn't look like a trap. Not a conventional one, anyways. Adjusting her black and red owl mask(which she had the privilege of wearing, due to this place being largely unwatched), Kate approached the group and spoke in a casual voice.
"Sorry if I'm late, I'm gonna guess that everyone was told to meet here?"
"Sorry," Jonathan told the girl, "I was talking to my AI. He's very chatty," Hey," Muse said, "You started the conversation." "And now I'm ending it," Jonathan told him, "Sorry, AI again."
Suddenly, Jonathan heard a voice from behind say, "Sorry if I'm late, I'm gonna guess that everyone was told to meet here?" Jonathan turned around and saw a woman in an owl mask. "Great," He said sarcastically to Muse, "Another masked person to identify." "Oh," Muse said, "I already identified her when she was blocks away. It turns out that the masks didn't matter. In the case of the masked man, it even helped. For that woman, her body was enough to identify her." "Then who's the masked man?" Jonathan asked. "He's a pretty notable mercenary, I don't know his name though, mainly because no one does," Muse replied.
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"Sorry," Jonathan told the girl, "I was talking to my AI. He's very chatty," Hey," Muse said, "You started the conversation." "And now I'm ending it," Jonathan told him, "Sorry, AI again."
Suddenly, Jonathan heard a voice from behind say, "Sorry if I'm late, I'm gonna guess that everyone was told to meet here?" Jonathan turned around and saw a woman in an owl mask. "Great," He said sarcastically to Muse, "Another masked person to identify." "Oh," Muse said, "I already identified her when she was blocks away. It turns out that the masks didn't matter. In the case of the masked man, it even helped. For that woman, her body was enough to identify her." "Then who's the masked man?" Jonathan asked. "He's a pretty notable mercenary, I don't know his name though, mainly because no one does," Muse replied. "Then who's the woman?" Jonathan asked him. "Kate Shannon, she was cyrogenically frozen by the government. She should still be," Muse told him. "Then the question is, why isn't she?" Jonathan said
((Pardon my interruption, but Kate Shannon no longer exists(in terms of records). All digital records have been wiped clean, and little physical evidence of her existence only survives in long forgotten and kept away material copies.))
((Pardon my interruption, but Kate Shannon no longer exists(in terms of records). All digital records have been wiped clean, and little physical evidence of her existence only survives in long forgotten and kept away material copies.))
((Wow, I'm messing up all over the place aren't I?))
((It said, "Almost all records of Kate have since been erased, and as far as anyone is concerned, she is still located within the cyronics prison facility." You didn't go into detail about what was erased and you said that she was still supposed to be located in the facility))
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((Wow, I'm messing up all over the place aren't I?))
((It said, "Almost all records of Kate have since been erased, and as far as anyone is concerned, she is still located within the cyronics prison facility." You didn't go into detail about what was erased and you said that she was still supposed to be located in the facility))
((Of course, it'd be virtually impossible for one to destroy every piece of evidence that you ever existed. A lifetime of people you've met would have to be killed, and every form of information even hinting at you, whether physical or digital, would have to be erased. I'm not contending that that is possible, but I can assure you that my characters have went to extreme efforts to destroy as many records as possible. With a very well-versed hacker AI and the very insight of the person who wants to disappear, I can undoubtedly say that the chances of your character knowing her are close to, if not, zero.))
((I also did say 'as far as anyone is concerned'; apologies if I wasn't specific enough. The people who directly put her there would surely have some semblance and some memory of Kate Shannon stored in the back of their minds. What I originally meant is that to those people, if you questioned and drilled them relentlessly enough to remember that specific event, they would tell you that she should be locked up in a cyronics prison facility.))
((Of course, it'd be virtually impossible for one to destroy every piece of evidence that you ever existed. A lifetime of people you've met would have to be killed, and every form of information even hinting at you, whether physical or digital, would have to be erased. I'm not contending that that is possible, but I can assure you that my characters have went to extreme efforts to destroy as many records as possible. With a very well-versed hacker AI and the very insight of the person who wants to disappear, I can undoubtedly say that the chances of your character knowing her are close to, if not, zero.))
((I also did say 'as far as anyone is concerned'; apologies if I wasn't specific enough. The people who directly put her there would surely have some semblance and some memory of Kate Shannon stored in the back of their minds. What I originally meant is that to those people, if you questioned and drilled them relentlessly enough to remember that specific event, they would tell you that she should be locked up in a cyronics prison facility.))
((Ok, I changed it))
((I had assumed that there would at least be government files of what was in the facility))
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Wilson turned away from James for a moment to observe the figure approaching the group, then confirmed that it was the hacker called Strix, whom he knew very little about. "Speaking of the last person, there she is now" he said. He turned to face as much of the group as he could before speaking.
"Now that everyone is here, I want you all to follow me. You can bring your motorcycles inside, if you brought one" he said to the gathering.
Wilson turned to face the wooden sliding door and moved it to the side. After everyone enters, he will lock the door behind them to deter thieves. Inside the warehouse, there are stacked wooden crates, tarps covering some of them. Cobwebs and dust decorate the room. The dirty and broken windows barely let in light, which is why Wilson brought the lantern in and set it down before locking the door. He then approaches a part of the wall beside the door, then simply looks at it for a few seconds before placing his hand on it. In response, it emits a beep. A small section of the floor then lowers itself to a lower floor, then raises back up periodically, revealing itself to be a lift. Several poles raise from the ground around the lift, acting as basic guard rails.
"Ladies and gentlemen, follow me" he says to the group. Wilson then steps onto the lift and down the chamber, which is lined by rows of lights, then walks down a corridor lit by a few ceiling lights. At the end of it is what appears to be a mechanical sliding door, and another fingerprint scanner beside it, this one being much more obvious than the one in the warehouse. Wilson presses his hand against the glowing blue screen and waits for his hand to be scanned.
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((Sorry for the short post; I really don't know what the hell I'm doing here. Don't kill me.))
I followed Wilson down the lift, along with the woman who'd been on the bike. It descended down into a dim corridor, and it seemed like just another opportunity for the world to taunt me. Look at wittle baby Cassie. She's just a baby, and she's barely stwong enough to lift her heavy cybernetics! And eventually, wittle Cassie won't be able to lift them at all! I tried to block the thoughts out of my mind. I'd accepted my fate long ago; no sense in lamenting over the fact that my cybernetics were heavy. Eventually, we came to another mechanical door. Wilson used the fingerprint scanner again, and it scanned him.
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If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
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As they wait for the last member to arrive, Adrian looks at the rest of the group with interest, trying to figure out who they are and what he's doing here. They're either the weirdest cops he's ever seen, or they're not cops at all. He releases the knife in his pocket, since it wouldn't help him much if so many people really did try attacking him. When Wilson finally lets them inside, Adrian wonders if this is all just a joke. Or a trap. After the secret lift is activated, he rides it down and takes out his smartphone, scanning for any wireless networks to hack while Wilson gets the door.
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"So they sent out 8 messages other than the one they sent me." Jame's thought as Wilson explained the messages. That still raised the question to the identity of the last supposed person that they sent the message to. "Hopefully it's someone who won't get in the way." he thought as he took a look at the group. It honestly didn't look like a group of mercenaries, but that's probably what ALM wanted. A group of people who wouldn't be looked at funny if you saw them on the streets. "Well, save for Samson, but that would be because of his fame, not because he looked like a criminal."
"Sorry if I'm late, I'm gonna guess that everyone was told to meet here?" James heard a voice say as a young woman wearing a black and red mask that looked like it resembled some sort of owl. Turning to the woman he says "Yeah, and I'm going to guess that you got the message too." Pulling out his phone the screen lights up with the logo of that the message in question had. "Nice mask by the way."
Putting his phone away he turned back to the group. Dove was currently trying to see inside of the building that they were going to enter, Jonathan was conversing with the sick looking girl and doctor Samson was sitting patiently. Lightly chuckling at his own joke turned to Wilson as he spoke. "Now that everyone is here, I want you all to follow me. You can bring your motorcycles inside, if you brought one" he said as James went over to his motorcycle. Starting it up he guided it into the warehouse after Doves and parked it next to hers. He took one of the tarps and threw it over the bike after killing it, and then walked back over to the group.
The dust in the air really made him regret his choice in wearing his mask as it was severely irritating his eyes. Walking through the old warehouse he couldn't help but think of how many cop movies he watched that ended with some sort of warehouse scene. Usually the cop would come alone and apparently unarmed. Then the big bad guy would show up and taunt him before tying to kill him, but then it turns out the cop had a gun, pops the criminal in the head and saves the day. Coming to a stop he saw a cargo lift that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Getting on the lift it was a short ride in silence as the darkness was interrupted by short periods of light as they descended. Soon they came to a dimly lit corridor, which Wilson had begun to lead them down. He came to a stop at a mechanical door and after a few seconds he placed his hand dully on a scanner and waits for the door to open.
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1 Year ago the military was on the losing side of the war. All seemed bleak until one soldier brought a penguin in to training. They had trained that penguin in the use of explosives and sent him out into the field. They had thought that they had won but the agent went rouge. Now he only lives on as a legend, the legend of ShotgunPenguin.
Now that she was directly in the group, Kate took the advantage of quietly and swiftly observing everyone, her mask and body language giving away no indication of this. Some might've called her paranoid for doing so, but at this point it was but an ingrained habit for the assassin, one that has managed to survive two years of being on the run from vengeful mega-corporations and governmental agencies. Obviously, caution was a necessity for someone like her, so Athena often remained vigilant in nearly every scenario.
Firstly, Kate now noticed that the woman with the antenna was dressed in clothes designed in a striking neon blue colour. Then, there was a man in a brown leather jacket, who was mumbling to himself about identifying people in masks(Athena theorised that he was talking about Kate and the other masked man). Next to him was another man, presumably his partner, wearing a white and blue bandana with a freakin' flamethrower attached to his cyberarm.
"Overkill, much?"
Other than that, there was Dr Samson, sitting in a particularly high tech wheelchair; a tall man covered in a yellowish-brown trench coat; the mute criminal that Kate had already previously noted, who appeared strangely calm, his circumstances considered; and a towering man, wearing a skull hockey mask, who stood between said robber and a pale and potentially diseased teenage girl.
"Quite the band the ALM's assembled here, huh?"
After these rapid stray thoughts, the man wearing a mask answered her question, brought out his phone with the initials 'ALM' glowing on it, and commented on the mask she wore. Kate smiled to herself, reminiscing about the times when her mask, the presence of the Strix, had struck visible fear into the hearts of the corrupt and greedy. That was the original intention after all, but she'd taken a fond liking to that identity.
"Thanks, you too bud.", she replied in a nonchalant manner. Following this, the man who stood next to a lantern remarked on her arrival and instructed the group, along with any motorcycles they owned, to come along with him into the warehouse. Upon opening the wooden doors of the building and revealing the dilapidated and dusty interior of the warehouse, everyone did as he asked, with Kate still having her gun within reach of her pocketed left hand. She noted the stacked wooden crates scattered around the storehouse, and briefly wondered as to whether or not they contained anything of note. The man leading this gathering then stood in front of a wall and activated a secret elevator of sorts, which seemed to have seamlessly raised itself out of the ground.
"Hmm. Fancy."
Kate entered the lift and, along with the other occupants, began to descend down into a dimly lit chamber. Hoping to make some small talk, as she figured she might as well get to know the group since they were going to be working together, Kate spoke to the person nearest to her, who was the woman with the antenna she'd previously seen.
"Hey, you got a pretty cool blue motif going on. Name's Kate by the way.", she said this in a casual tone, which might've appeared strange to some in a situation like this.
((Quick question to Blockbreaker170, out of curiosity would our old characters (and characters from the previous reboots) be in the ALM? would we see them?))
((I'm not him, but I highly doubt that.))
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Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
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Flame was wondering if this was a trap because Samson Martin what he heard from Johnathan said he invented medical nanites. He Then asked his AI named Jeff "Hey Jeff do you think this is a trap" Jeff replied "I don't think So Flame. But if they are i will scam them" "Ok Thanks Jeff for advice. Yeah Start Scanning" Flame said back. then the ALM official let them inside.
"I seem to be getting into a habit of threatening complete strangers nowadays." Jame's thought to himself as the man he was threatening contorted his face from a cheerful expression to an agitated one. Deciding to lower his baseball bat he swung it up so that it now rested on his right shoulder. "Hey!" a voice called out from behind James, and after turning he found that it belonged to the man who was leaning against the warehouse from before. "Look, I know it's a little difficult to trust each other in a place like this, but I need you all to pull yourselves together, or else we're not gonna get anywhere with this." He said while stepping out into the light rain. "My name is Wilson Grey. I am a high ranking member of the ALM. I've been instructed to gather you all here outside the warehouse, then bring you in after either everyone shows up, or until ten minutes passes. It's too dangerous for my boss to show himself, even in a place like Old Town, so you'll have to wait to get inside until you meet him. Until then, I'd like everyone to stay calm."
"Maybe he's right, we do seem a little bit on edge right now." His subconscious reasoned as James relaxed his stance to appear less tense. If these people were going to be his partners it wasn't a good idea to alienate them so fast. "Especially Samson, we do not want to get on his bad side by coming off as a two-bit thug." he thought before almost immediately tensing up again at the sight of the new arrival. He had seen the news feeds and heard enough to know that this guy was wanted by the cops, an understatement considering that most of the people present here probably had some connection to the police.
"And he's standing right behind the little girl. See this is why I hate kids, can't defend themselves so someone else has to do it." James thought as he casually walked and placed himself between the girl and the new arrival. If anyone would ask him why he moved he would just say he felt like it and brush them off. "Yep I just wanted to move, totally not trying to protect this kid. Just a grown man wanting to stand between a wanted criminal and a defenseless child, totally normal." His subconscious reasoned as he spoke up to Will "So exactly how many of these "messages" did you send out huh?" He asked, trying to get more information on what they wanted them here for.
((Yeah, you can start.))
Wilson lightened up a bit after listening to Samson. "Humble as always, Dr. Lazarus" he replied back. He was also relieved to see that nobody was fighting anymore. He saw another recruit approaching. Wilson remembered him from the news. He had killed about 15 people while trying to run away from the police. The fact that his file said he couldn't talk made it even creepier. Was the agency really starting to resort to common criminals?
Wilson turned to James. "I sent out nine. Eight of you are here, so we'll have to wait a few minutes for the last person."
I apologize in advance if I don't post on an RP for a while; I'm still sorting things out.
((It's fine.))
A man in a navy blue sweater sat in front of a computer, which had been placed on a noticeably crowded glass table. He pushed some books and files out of the way, adjusted his spectacles, and examined the contents of the screen intently. A few weeks ago, the hacker had been tasked with following a mysterious trail, which had originated from a seemingly ordinary Wikipedia article detailing a Roman goddess. Their sources had been hearing whispers in the underground world, mentioning that this digital path would've lead to the Strix, a rumoured assassin that terrorises mega-corporations, governments, and criminals alike. Her supposed presence is not known to the average person, and while most people who work in the shadows hold some opinion of her, they too are lacking substantial amounts of information regarding her existence and modus operandi.
He raised a white cup of coffee and took a short sip from it, before sighing frustratedly. The man recalled how he got here, first solving a fairly simple and out-of-place anagram on the site, to being sent on an increasingly difficult treasure hunt into the darknet. He'd spent hours, sometimes even days, decrypting and answering strange puzzles with clues referencing themes such as Roman and Greek mythology, cyberpunk literature, and the geopolitical practice known as neocolonialism. Each time, there was a small digital clock display placed in front of a phoenix, which, much to his dismay, had decreased from 22 days to a mere 6 hours over the course of the man's search. Seeing as a phoenix was often associated with rebirth, the man wasn't exactly looking forward to when the clock, and potentially all the puzzles, reset themselves.
He believed he now faced the final puzzle, which provided him with a row of separate numbers, an area to enter a code, and the representation of a country which he had deduced to be the former Republic of Ghana. He was utterly confused now, continuously scanning some articles on Ghana in the hope of finding something related to the themes which the puzzles often referenced. The man had already entered in multiple possible codes over a period of three days, none of which succeeded. A page was now open in front of him, detailing the first prime minister of said country, Kwame Nkrumah. It was then when he noticed a possible link. The numbers which he had previously been given were to be used as a book cipher; he quickly skimmed through the list of books the African had wrote, finally finding one which fit the puzzle's criteria. 'Neo-colonialism: The Last Stage of Imperialism'; it was as obvious as it could get. Typing in the code into the site, the contents of the white screen faded away, revealing an area to input a message. Said space was placed below a clean and clear symbol of the Owl of Minerva.
The man was utterly relieved; he'd solved it in time. Sighing deeply and drinking some coffee once again, he typed in the message which he'd been instructed to deliver by the higher-ups.
"Sorry," Jonathan told the girl, "I was talking to my AI. He's very chatty," Hey," Muse said, "You started the conversation." "And now I'm ending it," Jonathan told him, "Sorry, AI again."
Suddenly, Jonathan heard a voice from behind say, "Sorry if I'm late, I'm gonna guess that everyone was told to meet here?" Jonathan turned around and saw a woman in an owl mask. "Great," He said sarcastically to Muse, "Another masked person to identify." "Oh," Muse said, "I already identified her when she was blocks away. It turns out that the masks didn't matter. In the case of the masked man, it even helped. For that woman, her body was enough to identify her." "Then who's the masked man?" Jonathan asked. "He's a pretty notable mercenary, I don't know his name though, mainly because no one does," Muse replied.
((Pardon my interruption, but Kate Shannon no longer exists(in terms of records). All digital records have been wiped clean, and little physical evidence of her existence only survives in long forgotten and kept away material copies.))
((Wow, I'm messing up all over the place aren't I?))
((It said, "Almost all records of Kate have since been erased, and as far as anyone is concerned, she is still located within the cyronics prison facility." You didn't go into detail about what was erased and you said that she was still supposed to be located in the facility))
((I have to go in two weeks))
((Of course, it'd be virtually impossible for one to destroy every piece of evidence that you ever existed. A lifetime of people you've met would have to be killed, and every form of information even hinting at you, whether physical or digital, would have to be erased. I'm not contending that that is possible, but I can assure you that my characters have went to extreme efforts to destroy as many records as possible. With a very well-versed hacker AI and the very insight of the person who wants to disappear, I can undoubtedly say that the chances of your character knowing her are close to, if not, zero.))
((I also did say 'as far as anyone is concerned'; apologies if I wasn't specific enough. The people who directly put her there would surely have some semblance and some memory of Kate Shannon stored in the back of their minds. What I originally meant is that to those people, if you questioned and drilled them relentlessly enough to remember that specific event, they would tell you that she should be locked up in a cyronics prison facility.))
((Ok, I changed it))
((I had assumed that there would at least be government files of what was in the facility))
((Thanks for letting me know, Tommy.))
Wilson turned away from James for a moment to observe the figure approaching the group, then confirmed that it was the hacker called Strix, whom he knew very little about. "Speaking of the last person, there she is now" he said. He turned to face as much of the group as he could before speaking.
"Now that everyone is here, I want you all to follow me. You can bring your motorcycles inside, if you brought one" he said to the gathering.
Wilson turned to face the wooden sliding door and moved it to the side. After everyone enters, he will lock the door behind them to deter thieves. Inside the warehouse, there are stacked wooden crates, tarps covering some of them. Cobwebs and dust decorate the room. The dirty and broken windows barely let in light, which is why Wilson brought the lantern in and set it down before locking the door. He then approaches a part of the wall beside the door, then simply looks at it for a few seconds before placing his hand on it. In response, it emits a beep. A small section of the floor then lowers itself to a lower floor, then raises back up periodically, revealing itself to be a lift. Several poles raise from the ground around the lift, acting as basic guard rails.
"Ladies and gentlemen, follow me" he says to the group. Wilson then steps onto the lift and down the chamber, which is lined by rows of lights, then walks down a corridor lit by a few ceiling lights. At the end of it is what appears to be a mechanical sliding door, and another fingerprint scanner beside it, this one being much more obvious than the one in the warehouse. Wilson presses his hand against the glowing blue screen and waits for his hand to be scanned.
I apologize in advance if I don't post on an RP for a while; I'm still sorting things out.
((Sorry for the short post; I really don't know what the hell I'm doing here. Don't kill me.))
I followed Wilson down the lift, along with the woman who'd been on the bike. It descended down into a dim corridor, and it seemed like just another opportunity for the world to taunt me. Look at wittle baby Cassie. She's just a baby, and she's barely stwong enough to lift her heavy cybernetics! And eventually, wittle Cassie won't be able to lift them at all! I tried to block the thoughts out of my mind. I'd accepted my fate long ago; no sense in lamenting over the fact that my cybernetics were heavy. Eventually, we came to another mechanical door. Wilson used the fingerprint scanner again, and it scanned him.
-The Lovely and Magestic RainbowGirl
Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
Roughly 95% of Minecraft players hate Villagers and would be very happy if they were removed. If you are one of the 5% who actually like villagers, copy this into your signature.-RainbowGirl
The damn image won't work-screw my iPad!-but you should click this link. Now. Or you'll regret it...because this suggestion is epic.
((Is it too late to join?))
((Maybe you could join as a non-recruit member of the ALM.))
I apologize in advance if I don't post on an RP for a while; I'm still sorting things out.
As they wait for the last member to arrive, Adrian looks at the rest of the group with interest, trying to figure out who they are and what he's doing here. They're either the weirdest cops he's ever seen, or they're not cops at all. He releases the knife in his pocket, since it wouldn't help him much if so many people really did try attacking him. When Wilson finally lets them inside, Adrian wonders if this is all just a joke. Or a trap. After the secret lift is activated, he rides it down and takes out his smartphone, scanning for any wireless networks to hack while Wilson gets the door.
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Paxit - A Nation-Building Forum Roleplay. Join us!Rest in peace, Paxit."So they sent out 8 messages other than the one they sent me." Jame's thought as Wilson explained the messages. That still raised the question to the identity of the last supposed person that they sent the message to. "Hopefully it's someone who won't get in the way." he thought as he took a look at the group. It honestly didn't look like a group of mercenaries, but that's probably what ALM wanted. A group of people who wouldn't be looked at funny if you saw them on the streets. "Well, save for Samson, but that would be because of his fame, not because he looked like a criminal."
"Sorry if I'm late, I'm gonna guess that everyone was told to meet here?" James heard a voice say as a young woman wearing a black and red mask that looked like it resembled some sort of owl. Turning to the woman he says "Yeah, and I'm going to guess that you got the message too." Pulling out his phone the screen lights up with the logo of that the message in question had. "Nice mask by the way."
Putting his phone away he turned back to the group. Dove was currently trying to see inside of the building that they were going to enter, Jonathan was conversing with the sick looking girl and doctor Samson was sitting patiently. Lightly chuckling at his own joke turned to Wilson as he spoke. "Now that everyone is here, I want you all to follow me. You can bring your motorcycles inside, if you brought one" he said as James went over to his motorcycle. Starting it up he guided it into the warehouse after Doves and parked it next to hers. He took one of the tarps and threw it over the bike after killing it, and then walked back over to the group.
The dust in the air really made him regret his choice in wearing his mask as it was severely irritating his eyes. Walking through the old warehouse he couldn't help but think of how many cop movies he watched that ended with some sort of warehouse scene. Usually the cop would come alone and apparently unarmed. Then the big bad guy would show up and taunt him before tying to kill him, but then it turns out the cop had a gun, pops the criminal in the head and saves the day. Coming to a stop he saw a cargo lift that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Getting on the lift it was a short ride in silence as the darkness was interrupted by short periods of light as they descended. Soon they came to a dimly lit corridor, which Wilson had begun to lead them down. He came to a stop at a mechanical door and after a few seconds he placed his hand dully on a scanner and waits for the door to open.
Now that she was directly in the group, Kate took the advantage of quietly and swiftly observing everyone, her mask and body language giving away no indication of this. Some might've called her paranoid for doing so, but at this point it was but an ingrained habit for the assassin, one that has managed to survive two years of being on the run from vengeful mega-corporations and governmental agencies. Obviously, caution was a necessity for someone like her, so Athena often remained vigilant in nearly every scenario.
Firstly, Kate now noticed that the woman with the antenna was dressed in clothes designed in a striking neon blue colour. Then, there was a man in a brown leather jacket, who was mumbling to himself about identifying people in masks(Athena theorised that he was talking about Kate and the other masked man). Next to him was another man, presumably his partner, wearing a white and blue bandana with a freakin' flamethrower attached to his cyberarm.
"Overkill, much?"
Other than that, there was Dr Samson, sitting in a particularly high tech wheelchair; a tall man covered in a yellowish-brown trench coat; the mute criminal that Kate had already previously noted, who appeared strangely calm, his circumstances considered; and a towering man, wearing a skull hockey mask, who stood between said robber and a pale and potentially diseased teenage girl.
"Quite the band the ALM's assembled here, huh?"
After these rapid stray thoughts, the man wearing a mask answered her question, brought out his phone with the initials 'ALM' glowing on it, and commented on the mask she wore. Kate smiled to herself, reminiscing about the times when her mask, the presence of the Strix, had struck visible fear into the hearts of the corrupt and greedy. That was the original intention after all, but she'd taken a fond liking to that identity.
"Thanks, you too bud.", she replied in a nonchalant manner. Following this, the man who stood next to a lantern remarked on her arrival and instructed the group, along with any motorcycles they owned, to come along with him into the warehouse. Upon opening the wooden doors of the building and revealing the dilapidated and dusty interior of the warehouse, everyone did as he asked, with Kate still having her gun within reach of her pocketed left hand. She noted the stacked wooden crates scattered around the storehouse, and briefly wondered as to whether or not they contained anything of note. The man leading this gathering then stood in front of a wall and activated a secret elevator of sorts, which seemed to have seamlessly raised itself out of the ground.
"Hmm. Fancy."
Kate entered the lift and, along with the other occupants, began to descend down into a dimly lit chamber. Hoping to make some small talk, as she figured she might as well get to know the group since they were going to be working together, Kate spoke to the person nearest to her, who was the woman with the antenna she'd previously seen.
"Hey, you got a pretty cool blue motif going on. Name's Kate by the way.", she said this in a casual tone, which might've appeared strange to some in a situation like this.
((I'm not him, but I highly doubt that.))
-The Lovely and Magestic RainbowGirl
Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
Roughly 95% of Minecraft players hate Villagers and would be very happy if they were removed. If you are one of the 5% who actually like villagers, copy this into your signature.-RainbowGirl
The damn image won't work-screw my iPad!-but you should click this link. Now. Or you'll regret it...because this suggestion is epic.
Flame was wondering if this was a trap because Samson Martin what he heard from Johnathan said he invented medical nanites. He Then asked his AI named Jeff "Hey Jeff do you think this is a trap" Jeff replied "I don't think So Flame. But if they are i will scam them" "Ok Thanks Jeff for advice. Yeah Start Scanning" Flame said back. then the ALM official let them inside.
((I'll wait for op to respond but I'd like to join as a recruit somehow so I wouldn't have to rewrite my character lmao))
((Yeah, maybe. It's all up to op though.))