Hal Henderics
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"[Disagreement]" It claims, quite loudly. It certainly does not need those. -
"I'll cut you a check when they get there, I'm sending a drone, but it will get there a while after the trucks do." She affirms. "It mostly depends what it is, but any amount of Tinkertech is going to at least let me give you 500 to 2700 Dollars. It's not glamorous, but it should help your group, right?"
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"[Agreement]" it asserts, responding to their question.
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Prodditor sees three Parahumans in this building. that must count for something. Two of them are clustered very close together, on the ground floor, which he is able to relay.
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"[Destination]" it repeats, trying, but unable to properly quantify the thought to something that isn't itself.
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"[Destination]" it responds, after a long while. Then after the pause before answering, it swims around again, without a care in the world. It wants and needs to be somewhere? Maybe it simply means it wants to be anywhere but here? Or maybe it is trying to convey that it needs to be in a specific location? -- "Absolutely, I'll have a truck come by to pick it up." she says, strangely not requesting a location. Whatever.
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Dackly, drawn like a moth to a bright light, goes towards the bright light with equally intelligent motivations. "Making Bling, Huh Aurora?" She says to the spider lady. It is then that she hears Walmond, and responds. "It was a little boring, I wish they had at least brought out like, a giant robot or something. I got a ton of loot though, Gozer, if you would!" "Sure." Like a treasure chest, Gozer unfolds a part of himself, revealing a king's ransom of Glittering Green Emeralds, they seem to practically glow, in a way the dim sun could never manage to achieve. Like someone telling a secret, Dackly leans in to Walmond, and stage whispers "They're maaaaagic..."
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"[Nothing]" It responds. -- As Calvera and Arminius talk, someone kicks open the door. They have a shotgun slug to their side, and a disfigured face, one eye, or perhaps socket, hidden behind an eyepatch which does nothing to disguise the gruesome scars surrounding it Their shirt is purple, and their leather jacket looks stained with some kind of white substance. "I heard some Bastard were here what broke up our fun a while back. Where is he?" the fellow croaks out, years of smoking having ruined any chance of not having the voice of a gravel gargling champion. -- "Yeah, I don't have a problem with it. It could be dangerous, it might be useless, and Clean money is neither of those things. You're the science guy though, So I'll let you make the call here." Soma says to Harry.
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"[Confusion]" Lilly recieves in response. It seems it doesn't understand the rapidfire barrage of confusing and conflicting information sent. It's mind is too simple for things like that.
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"[Query]" Lilly recieves in response. A raw burst of vague concepts that might be construed as a questioning tone. -- "Yeah, I mean, Vigilante Bylaws say we get a bounty for drugs and guns turned over to the PRT, considering we aren't actually supposed to keep those. I mean, I personally have no intention of giving up any guns we find, but the option is there. Tinkertech is probably doubly so." She pauses, thinking hard. "What if it rains? This warehouse isn't the most waterproof thing in the world, and we live right next to the ocean." Soma looks at the little creature. "We aren't keeping it at the warehouse, no matter what. This place is already compromised thanks to Mirri and her spaceship." She says the name with something close to irritation, rolling her eyes a bit. -- (16, 10) This is getting to be a bit irritating, Kusuke might find, as his kick dislocates the man's leg just a bit too easily. He's too busy screaming to continue, and the cheering explodes, along with the boos for not making it a bit more brutal. Someone comes in and drags his worthless hide out of there. There's some other guys coming in. Seems Kusuke WILL have to wait his turn. He receives 389$ for what was essentially a warm up though, so that's nice. He may want to hold back even further, or they might get suspicious. The guy on the balcony sure seemed to enjoy it, laughing at the poor fool who got in over their head fighting Kusuke.
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"Oh fuck, that looks like Blasto alright. I never met the guy, but papers say he's a wet-tinker. Makes minions out of plants and animal parts with some kind of cultivation tanks and stuff." "Hmm. I have no clue what it IS, though." she continues. -- "Kill!" the guy shouts, rushing at Kusuke with his head bowed in a charge. Who let this guy in here? For his safety, if anything. (17, 19) He crashes into the barbed wire ring, before turning around and charging Kusuke again, this time, fists at the front instead of his head., he isn't That scuffed up by it, but it looks like it didn't feel too good.
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"Ahh! It's good to be back, That felt like it took Months!" Dackly shouts, grinning and stretching her back. Gozer, Meanwhile, Dumps off his ill-gotten gains. A pile of various metal bits, just aching to be re-purposed.
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"Yeah! Merchants were supposed to ship that shit to new york, got it from a Tinker in Boston. Only Tinkers I know in boston are the ones Accord Employs and Blasto, Why?!" She shouts back.
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Blue Occultist uses Aura Hydrokinesis, Grabbing ahold of the Ice Fire on his ally, and pushing it back up onto Roadhog. "The Watery Magic will be guided by the master of True Water!" Loadout
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"Well, I guess I'm a bit further along in my story, if nothing else." Soma laughs silently through her nose, her own eyes looking a bit bleary, like inclement weather. "Any time, I'll be happy to help." -- Various people look unsettled or wildly impressed as Kusuke dumps off enough knives for a small gang, much less a gangster. "Rip him up!" "Kill Him!" "20$ On skinny!" the croud shouts, Kusuke honestly can't even tell who is being cheered for. Blood, that's probably what they are cheering for. Stepping into the ring, Kusuke is pit against a big fellow, pockmarks on his arms indicates either a love of exercise and drugs, or more likely, a simple love of steroids. Barbed Wire Tattoos spiral up his chest, wrapping around a stylized Swastika. Could this fellow be any more of a cliche'?
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"Then let's talk." Somatotrope says, making sure nobody else could hear them. "I have a group I used to be a part of. I was born into it, taught by it, and until two years ago, that group was everything. My peers, family, and friends." "Their goal is a simple one. Fourteen words. 'We must secure the existence of our people and a future for white children.' " She quoted. "I had lived in that world for so long, it seemed second nature. We believed that there were simply sub-humans, people not like me, who were simply less." "I'm not sure I even have a point to make, honestly. They were bad people, who believed that foreigners were an evil force, willing and able to tear down society and good if they were not held at bay. It took me a long time to see that nobody is like that, that people aren't different or evil or less than me, just because they are from a different country, or are a different race." "It was mostly because I never knew anything else." "Your story isn't like that, and your people aren't like that." Soma affirms. Soma pauses, trying to figure out what she wants to say, or even why she is saying it. She realizes she has been rambling, words tumbling out of her mouth before she can word them properly. Eventually, after a few moments of silence, she comes to a visible conclusion, something she can give that no longer holds value to her. "My real name is Julie Anders."
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By now, Soma's Helmet has fully disintegrated into a grey ashy substance that drifts away in the wind, and she walks over to Satomi. Her face is set in an odd way, like someone who hasn't kept in the practice of schooling their expressions. She notices the odd tools Satomi has occupied herself with. "Harry informed you that I wanted to talk. Right?" She says, in a neutral tone.
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"Sure. I'm game. We'll probably need some less conspicuous clothes. We can pick those up on the way." "I think I might be done hiding information, mind reader or no." Soma says, helmet still in hand from before. "I don't really see a downside if this is the last I'll see of this place for a while, when we get some way off-world." -- Prodditor would find the same information Kusuke did, in his own way. He would also find Kusuke himself, apparently signing up for a match.
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"Right. Here. I bought some Burner Phones. The numbers to the other phones are programmed in, and it's got some prebought minutes on it. I've only got Seven of them." Soma says, handing him a phone before following him to converse.
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Kusuke would find that signing up is as simple as writing your name down on the board, and looking intimidating enough to quell any complaints. Nobody stops him, and a few seem approving. -- (--, --)"Uhh, head on in boss..." The guy says, in a dazed state. And Proditor naturally does, coming into a back room which leads into the building proper. On the other side, Music and shouting can be heard. It seems the building is packed with individuals.
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(18, 19) Prodditor finds two entrances perfect for getting in, the only issues are that one of them is better suited to someone not as large as himself, and the other is guarded by another sleezebag, one who seems to be tripping out of his mind on some recreational drug as he shirks his duty. It seems a choice is to be made.
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The Bouncer just stands there, Menacingly, before letting him pass. "They just let any kind of weirdos in here nowadays." Kusuke hears, as the door closes behind him. Inside, Pumping music plays as several hundred folding chairs, and actual chairs are set up around the ring, an emptied swimming pool rimmed with barbed wire for aesthetic. A guy sits in an upper balcony area, where several promiscuous women appear to be making themselves useful, a few bodyguards are near, but it's clear they are just for show, as the man wears a Metal Mask, shaped somewhat like a wolf or dog. Several people wander the crowd, taking bets on matches, while a small whiteboard is kept up to date. The current fight is just now ending, between a burly fellow and a rat faced individual, It seems despite his size, the big guy isn't very stable, as he is being carried out of the ring, while the rate faced man is getting disarmed and dragged into a backroom, for having drawn a knife on his opponent. The knife is still in the big guy's gut, and he is wheeled out to a woman who looks rather disgusted to be here. She is wearing a skintight red bodysuit, and white eyepatch. Another cape.
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Prodditor and Kusuke get the same result, Kusuke hears someone say the first password, "Soup of the Day: Pudding" and Prodditor reads "Sweet and Salty Popcorn" from the Bouncer's Mind. Oh, it seems that second password is what the Bouncer says back, to insure that it is actually him. Like some crude Master/Stranger Protocol. That seems to settle that.
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Blue Begins Orbiting, Leaping into the air, and hovering in a strange way. "Harm comes towards me, like a fat man on ice skates, I shall slide freely." Loadout
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"I get that. But I'm pretty sure every source of power or knowledge has a full capacity for cruel and unreasonable acts. I might be biased though, considering that there is not a single parahuman aside from Panacea whose power isn't useful for killing others. Most of them have the capacity for a lot worse." Soma Shrugs. "I'm not even an exception."