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282236 No. 282236 ID: d92be0

The future, a wonderous place where technological advancement surpasses the capabilities of those that inherit it. Unable to make sense of exactly what a new mathematical formula can provide for mankind, or how complex ionic bonds of chemicals enable to transfer of thought between recipients. But, given enough time, and the right people to exploit this information, now, that's when there is a small step of uncertainty, followed by a giant leap for the entire world. Except for when this giant leap is self-contained in a beauracrat's pocket, licensced out to the highest bidder for purely socio-financial gain.
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No. 282237 ID: d92be0
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282237

This is where I come in, or would come in, if I could remember what it was I was doing. Your vision is blurred and ears are ringing. Something is wrong, where am I? What... What is my name? What is this briefcase? What am I wearing. Something is wrong, and this crater emitting smoke is a bad omen. I was looking for something, or, someone? No, that isn't right, or is it. Uhhhg, this entire thing is not going to end up well. There is a faint noise rumbling through the back of my head, is that? Are those? Gunshots?
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No. 282240 ID: 252e1b

>>282237

When in doubt, hide. Seriously, go find somewhere to hide.
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No. 282252 ID: c71597

>>282237
Go look for a hiding place. You need time to sort out what just happened and someplace safe to do it. Which means get away and find a good place to hide.
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No. 282267 ID: 1b817b
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282267

I turn around, the door. It doesn't move, but it doesn't feel right. The handle doesn't wobble. I hit the glass with the briefcase. Nothing, I try to peer inside, and just darkness.

Something is wrong, I need to hide. The smoke is still persistent, and I make my way towards it. Slipping through and following the wall I find an alley, or what appears to be an alley. There is smoke everywhere, but sound is slowly returning to my ears. There isn't any more sound to be heard, though, only my breathing and footsteps. I stop, it seems safer in here, even if the smoke is thick and causing a little trouble breathing.

I cough lightly and continue working down the alley. My mind racing, thoughts and memories, and ideas, coming back in. The texture of the wall begins to become noticeable. Is the smoke clearing?
What is my name again?
Where am I?
What was I doing?
Briefcase?
So many questions...
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No. 282269 ID: 1a693f

>>282267
Your name is Thorina. Crouch on the floor and crawl forward that way- the smoke is not so much of a problem as the lack of oxygen, so get down.
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No. 282273 ID: 252e1b

>>282267

You best check yourself before you wreck yourself. Take a quick inventory. What's in your pockets? In the case? What exactly are you wearing? Got any ID?
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No. 282288 ID: 61b6b3
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282288

Thorina? No, no, that's not right. Where did I even get that idea? I'm positive that is a show for kids. Why am I thinking about Thorina, Goddess of Lightning? I'm pretty sure I have a less silly name.

Moving forward a few more steps, I am out of the smoke and into some light. Let's see if there is anything in my pockets to help me remember... Nope, and... What's this? I pull it out, it's a, marble? It's clear with a green cat's eye style in the middle, but, it feels weird. It doesn't sit in your hand the wayI expect. The briefcase has a logo on the front, doesn't seem to be anything special. It is starting to get heavy though. The next street over is right there. Something is weird, it doesn't feel right, all of this doesn't feel right. Just one street over I narrowly dodged an explosion, I think, and this street seems to be chaos-less.
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No. 282316 ID: c71597

>>282288
The alley looks a bit weird as well. But you should push on. Behind you there is problems and shit. In front of you there appears to be a more problemless street. Once we see what's there new plans can be made.
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No. 282319 ID: 252e1b

>>282288

No ID, no phone, no money, no keys? Just that marble?

Can you open the case?
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No. 282560 ID: 9d6c8a
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282560

I'm nothing really wearing anything special, I guess, just athletic shirt, some jeans, some shoes? I don’t see anything special about my appearance, but, it doesn’t sit right with me.

I peer around the corner, just, a few people roaming around. Doesn’t seem like anyth...
Wait, what? Why are they all looking at me. Better stay in the alley until things clear out, and what a better time to check out what’s exactly in this briefcase. I hunker down and support myself on the wall, holding the case in my lap as I reach for...
>Tires screeching.
Is, that a van? Why did it stop here, oh, oh my, they are getting out, what do I do? The smoke on the end of the alley hasn’t cleared, and seems have gotten more... Dense?
>Loud popping.
Brick is chipping from the walls as it seems bullets are hitting it. They are getting out of the van, what do I do!?
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No. 282584 ID: c71597

>>282560
Open fire right back at them to force them back into the van. Then you're going to need to run back into the smokey area and find another way out of it. Because storming a van of armed people is not a good idea.
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No. 282595 ID: 252e1b

>>282584

Should she point her index finger at them and shout "pew pew pew?" She doesn't have a gun anymore.

The people in the van are not shooting at you right now. You're boxed in, so you have two choices: Run back into the smoke, or charge toward the van.

I would charge toward the van. If they start firing at you, jump and jive and then you gotta whale on them when you reach them. If they don't shoot at you, they may be your extraction team.
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No. 282601 ID: c71597

>>282595
I thought she just pocked it or put it back in a holster or someting.
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No. 282656 ID: 9d6c8a
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282656

I turn around quickly, only to notice muzzle flashes through the smoke. Probably best not to go that way, I turn back around and start running towards the van. They don’t seem to have guns, and, I don’t know, may be friendly. Sprinting in close, one reaches out to me as another, wait, what is he doing?
>whomp
Look at all those pretty stars...


I am jerked forward and there is a bump, my arms are weak and my hands seem to be held together in front of me. Rope? Probably, handcuffs, not likely. I hear three voices, one of them is that of a woman’s. Who ever is driving is terrible, or rushed, I don’t know, I can’t tell. I try to focus on what they are saying, but, it’s so hard.

“When she …, she’ll kill you.”
“She’ll und... ...ully.”
“She still hasn’t proven herself,” the woman is very close, and very loud. “As long as she gets the codes, anything is justified.”
“I just thi.. like … she is …”
“L... how …”
“I don’t know, okay? But she better pull through.”

My head is killing me, I just want to go back to sleep.
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No. 282659 ID: c71597

>>282656
Yeah no. Don't go back to sleep. You might have a concussion, you're not supposed to sleep then. So stay awake and keep listening on what they say.
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No. 282695 ID: d677cc

>>282656
Yeah try not to pass out. Focus on what is being said.
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No. 282727 ID: b81cfb
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282727

I struggle to stay awake. My head is ringing, though, it would feel so great to just rest, but I hang on and try to continue to listen. I can tell there are actually four voices now, one just didn’t speak before, and is farther away from the rest. I can’t figure out anything of what he is saying, though. One of them near my sounds older then the rest, forties maybe? It’s hard to tell. He is also hard to hear, a lot more of his words get jumbled.
>The van jolts violently up through the air, before landing forcefully.
Uhhg, my head... Concentrate, the other, younger, closer, easier to listen to, pleasing on the ears. Familiar? I can’t tell. The other one, a woman, sitting close to me. I think it’s her leg I am touching with my leg. She too is young, and the easiest of the three to hear.
"How ... ...nger?"
"..."
"Hopefully our little girly here is ready to perform."
"Have we even ... since ..." There is a pause. "Is ... concious?"
"Don't worry, I'll check." Something strikes me across my face, a hand? Was I just slapped? Should I play dead? Are they going to kill me? 'Perform?' What am I performing?

My head is killing me.
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No. 282792 ID: 701a19

>>282727
Go ahead and stay unresponsive. That'll teach 'em to smash your head.
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No. 282822 ID: c71597

>>282727
Stay unresponsive. Might make them a bit upset with the one that blackjacked you and could give you some insights into how they act.
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No. 283060 ID: e8a894
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283060

Sitting straight up as I was, I notice my neck was totally straightened, totally unnatural if I was in fact still out cold. At the moment of the slap I decide to, over-exaggerate the entire scene with a fall to the floor of the van. It was a cramped fall, falling directly between the legs of one of the captors, and a thin pole? Through all the commotion I can totally hear a few gasps, but, this isn't the optimal position to be eavesdropping in.

"Why isn't she ..."
"... did you ..."
"Not that hard, I swear!"
"This is ... bad, we ..."
"..."
"Nothing, nothing! She's just a little sleepy is all."
"..."
"You better ... get there."
"What ... out?"
"... level, you mean?"
"No, don't talk like that, we need her up, now."
I feel a hand around my shirt as they pull me up off the ground, they take off my hood and follow through with another slap. That one hurt, that time, I don't think I can hold through this ruse for much longer...
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No. 283063 ID: c71597

>>283060
Just once more. Fall down on the same place, or near to it, with a hand under you. Get the pole and hide it if you can.

Then you can start waking up. Try to act like you got a concussion or something. The more they're bickering with each other the more time you have to figure out what to do.
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No. 283268 ID: 045d2b
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283268

I fall to the ground again, or I try to. They are still holding onto my shirt, so I half tumble to the ground, almost pulling one of them with me.

"Why ... that hard!"
"I'm trying to wake her up!"
"..."
"... now!"

I fell into the same place. The feeling against my shoulder seems to be a leg to the seat I was just in, but, maybe, there is something around. I feel around for a few moments, my body hiding my hands.

"She's ..."
"Look, is she moving?"

I grab something in my hands, a pole? This, wasn't here?
>Gunshots.
>Squealing tires.

"..."
"Get her up, we're waking her up this time."

I grab a hold of the pipe as they pull me up. I open my eyes, and... Look at all those goofy expressions, what kind of kidnappers are these?

"W-who are you!?" I exclaim, awkwardly waving my bound hands with the pipe held tight.
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No. 283284 ID: c71597

>>283268
Was hoping to keep the pipe hidden. But this should work as well. Tell them that you're not going with their kidnapping overviolent asses until they tell you exactly what the fuck is going on.
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No. 283297 ID: e8e706
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283297

Where was I supposed to hide it? In my pants? In my shirt? I have control of the situat...
>guns drawn
Hmm, well.

"That doesn't threaten me! Your violent kidnapping tendencies don't scare me." I think...


"It doesn't matter who we are." Spoke the woman, "but, you are the wife to a rich son of a famous scientist. You are much more valuable to us alive, then dead. We arn't afraid to shoot you and drag you, though."

I am? This, is all so sudden. Is this true? My legs?

"And we need you to get some information out of him." She continued. Shortly after the van came to a stop, and the man up front turned around.

"We're here, get her in there, and get him to talk." It's the first time I've actually understood anything he's said. He is quite, old...
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No. 283304 ID: c71597

>>283297
If it's not too big you could probably have hid it in your shirt or pants. Ok, slump down like you're beaten and the fight is out of you. Keep a grip on the pipe and hold it close to you, but not too obviously. They seem slightly amateurish so one of them might get close to you while the others remain standing where they are. Once that person is close enough is when you strike, atleast if they're between you and the others. Pipe to the knee and then the elbow of the arm holding the gun.

They need you alive and awake, so they should be unwilling to shoot you right there. And with a hostage and a gun your situation improves quite a bit.
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No. 283651 ID: 6ee1fe
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283651

I slouch down and force out a huff, trying my best to pretend my defeat. I slowly extend my reach out to the one in the middle, the one with the creepy smile. He gets up and reaches out for the pipe, just, a little, close
>bang
"AIEEE~" I scream, I was shot! Someone shot me.

"Drag her inside, we don't have time to play these games." The emerald eyed bitch stated, sliding open the side door. "We don't have much time, that pipe wasn't there before."

"But, she shouldn't've, then?" The tall, lanky person questioned, while playing awkwardly with his gun.

"You! You shot her!" Topaz eyes, in shock.

"She said drag her!" The driver said, while opening up the door, stepping out, and...
>A loud screech, followed by the driver side door being torn from it's hinges. The entire van shakes as it is side swiped by a large SUV.

"Drag her!" The woman said, reaching from under her seat to pull out an assault rifle. What? Was that always there? "Get him to talk, kill her if you have to." She used the van as cover, while providing a few lengthy bursts.

This entire time, I'm on the ground, bleeding FROM MY LEG.
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No. 283690 ID: c71597

>>283651
Well fuck those people. Desperate bunch of amateurish jackassas. Do you still have the pipe? Because you seriously shouldn't let them get their will through without resisiting.

Also, there is a trick you might be able to try. Focus on the pain and try to broadcast it to the others.
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No. 283903 ID: a9003c
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283903

I peer out the van door, there is someone in there, in a chair, bound... Is that, my husband? I'm going to save my husband, that's what I'll do, I'll just swing and bonk this guy over here.
>Swing, bonk. Crunch.
Oh that was a disgusting sound, I hope he died. Now, wher...
>Pistol whip, across the back of the head. The soft spot, none-the-less.
... Sleepy time again~.

"What was that noise?"
"She, uhh, well, it doesn't look too good right now. I'm going to drag her inside."
"Come on, hurry up, I won't be able to hold off the others when they get out of the truck."
... Uhhg, are, they dragging me? Why do I have the sudden notion to project my pain onto them? That's silly, what am I? A telekinetic? No, no I am not. But, I just wish that building over there would come over here and squash them.
"I think she is coming too, and, I think she is... Uhh..."
The building is coming closer! Wait, no, that's silly. Wait, is it? I can't tell, my head still hurts. That's not right.
"I can't, she's heavy! This, isn't looking too good!"
"Don't talk like that, get her in there, and get the information."
Why is that guy in the sky? Is that the sky? I'm confused. I'm sleepy, maybe, just, close my eyes.
>Crunch, squirt.
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No. 283904 ID: a9003c
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283904

<Mission Failed>
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No. 283906 ID: 28e94e

I'm so confused
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No. 283909 ID: 75d7a9

.... so this is Inception quest?
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No. 283930 ID: 9a5057

>>283909
What? no, its Origination. totally different.
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No. 284249 ID: 5fde79
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284249

:pface:>Uhhg, my head, what a horrible dream... T-this room? This room doesn't... Look... OH WHAT, who is that! Oh, wait, I know who that is. I remember everything, what a pain. It was a lot easier remembering then forgetting, that's for sure.

Back to the plan, I guess.

Todo:
>Name?
>Questions?
>Pick your outfit container of choice?
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No. 284256 ID: 1c12a6

I choose the armoir, 'cause it's an armoir, also your name should be rebecca.
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No. 284296 ID: aed77e
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284296

:pface: Rebecca> Oh, yeah, yes, of course, how could I forget my name? Now, let me just sneak on over to the armoire, carefully now... Let's see what's inside of this.
>Door opens.
:dface: ???> "Oi, 'bec... Oh, there you are. Get dressed, we need to talk."
:pface: Rebecca> "Uhh, uhh... Be right there..." How embarrassing. What is there to wear in here? I need something quick.

Todo:
>Questions/Concerns?
>Name that guy that just totally barged in while I was naked?
>Pick your outfit of choice? Or, peruse the other containers?
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No. 284303 ID: 1a693f
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284303

>>284296
Wear this.
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No. 284305 ID: 1c12a6

Put on the t-shirt, also, his name is, Scott, Scott Thompson.
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No. 284331 ID: aed77e
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284331

:pface: Rebecca> It's, it's a little too short! I can't even pull it down any!
:dface: Scott> "What are you doing in there? We don't have all day!"
:pface: Rebecca> "Give me a second!"

Todo:
>Questions, concerns, heckling.
>Should I find something else to where? If so, where?
>Fanservice for more suggestions.
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No. 284333 ID: 1c12a6

First off, put some pants on, shorts are fine, so um, where are you at this moment in time?
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No. 284361 ID: aed77e
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284361

:pface: Rebecca> I can't go around looking like this, I need to find some pants! Let's take a look at the dresser over here, nope, nope, W-WHAT IS THAT... Uhh, okay, here we go... Wait, I'm not going to wear any of these.

Todo:
>Yes I am.
>Check drawers in armoire.
>Check closet.
>Questions about what is going on.
>Concerns to my safety.
>Heckles on worst author ever.
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No. 284362 ID: aed77e

:pface: Rebecca> And I appear to be in the bedroom of a rich man, the person who just came in appears to be the butler.
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No. 284873 ID: 9d3391
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284873

:dface: Scott> "'becca, hurry, up. I don't know how much more time we have."
:pface: Rebecca> "Okay, sheesh!" I squeeze into the jeans, they actually look kind of modest...
...
I spoke too soon, but, now, I know why all of these clothes are so tiny, and someone will be getting an earful... While every else gets an eyeful, uhg. "I'm coming," I make my way to the door, there is a lot of rustling going on inside, wait, isn't this a closet? "Uhh, Scott?"
:dface: Scott> "Come on in."

Todo:
>Actually suggest things.
>Trace more booty.
>Questions, concerns.
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No. 284905 ID: b6c6fc

be very concerned at how your butt just inflated
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No. 284909 ID: 75d7a9

is that all you can find? try to put on something else over top.
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No. 284912 ID: b6c6fc

>>284909
actually yeah, fuck Scott and his impatience, find some more clothes
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No. 285021 ID: 9a5057

So um... who IS Scott anyway?

Are the black shorts stretchy?
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