One more update. When I get around the wheel I'm just going to start again and do tweaks to designs and add colors. If anyone has complaints, seriously, just air them while you're waiting for the wheel to go around it makes it easier for me when I do the next sweep.
You head to the nearest store first, the gift shop. You ask the owner if you could buy a charger for that model. He says they don't stock it. You ask if there's an electronics store nearby. He says there isn't. You ask if he has one you could borrow. He says no. Dirty old man. Next up is the Chinese restaurant. They don't speak a proper English. You think they said no, though. And you're also you're pretty sure you heard someone call you a slut in moonspeak. Leadfoot taught you some in between since he used to be a Triad wheelman before they through him under a train and left him for dead. Never trust the Chinese. The laundromat is even worse, Koreans, you can't speak any of their shit. Nice to know they speak proper English but less nice to know that there's no chargers anywhere. Alright then. Last chance. Let's do this, heaven or hell, let's rock! The clothing outlet is pretty empty. You do suppose it is the middle of the day. You go up to the counter and ask about the charger. It's a pretty cute looking guy. A few inches taller than you, about high school age. You don't mean to seem like a paedo when you go for the young ones but, come on, you're still in your 20s it's not even a crime if you could pass for their classmate, is it? He tells you that his friend might have the same kind, but he's on break. He won't be back for another half an hour. It's pretty empty... you know it's business time, but if the kid can be on break, why not you? You should... [] Take him. [] Strike up a conversation to fill the waiting time.
You decide that there's no use in going back, you have to go forward to get ahead. After what seems like ages of following those dumb arrows, your phone's battery is dying. You also remember that it isn't your phone so you don't have a charger for it. Well, isn't that just brilliant. You look around for an electronics store. Nothing. You've got maybe five minutes of life out of this battery and the arrows have no end in sight. You decide to follow them until the phone dies and then figure out what to do from there. As expected you make it to the corner of some street you've never been to and the phone goes blank on you. No more leads. You look around again. There's a series of stores that seem pretty useless. A gift shop, a Chinese restaurant, a laundromat and clothing outlet. What do you do?
She looks somewhat dismayed. You drag her towards the door but she shrieks at a pitch that makes you hold your ears. It wasn't even loud, it was just... piercing. You ask, what the bloody hell that was for. She types something. She can scream but she can't talk? Whatever. The AR app lets you see that she can't go outside because Thorsen's agents are all over the major cities of the UK prepping for his arrival in three days. You frown at her. Wasn't she a ghost? In on sense, but there's also that there was all the physical evidence of her presence at the office that she couldn't clean up. They know someone was there, they know whoever it was liked Strike Witches and Girls Und Panzer. You ask how that is relevant. It's not. It's just that they may not know what she looks like or who she is but they know she's interfering and they know that she's in the UK based on her last hacking attempt. Well, isn't that just ducky? You tell her then, that there are a set of green arrows that diverge from her red ones down the street. She says it's probably just some other person messing with the app. Why did the paths overlap at one point then? Coincidence? She's becoming quickly useless. You tell her that all she has to do is wire you the money when the job is done and let you figure out the rest. It's also probably prudent if she'd leave this place as soon as humanly possible. She nods. There's one more thing you want to know. Why the bag? It makes her feel more comfortable. Great, a lunatic is hiring you to kill one of the most important men on the planet. You're so buggered. You leave the house and check for people watching you or responding in any way. Nope. Nothing. Okay, so you go back to where the green arrows were. Now they're no longer accompanied by the red arrows. You notice that they don't only extend in front of you as the red arrows seemed to. They also go backwards. You should... [] Go back. [] Go ahead.
You bite your lip, it's times like these where your mettle is truly tested. You're unarmed and unsure of what this place has in store, but you know that something is in there. But is it worth the risk. Snowflake would walk, she has no guts, she's just a stupid bitch who happens to be good at planning. Anyone can plan, it's guts and determination that really moves the mountains. It's not the conventional, safe route that leads to finding that new world... But come on, now. This is screaming trap, it's practically got "You're dead." painted across the walls. Fuck it. You follow her. You're not doing this to spite your rival. You're not doing this to gamble. You're doing this because that's how the Queen rolls, and the Queen ain't named Lizzie or Kat. Her name is MOTHERFUCKIN' CHARLOTTE BRINK! She leads you into a drawing room that's in disrepair other than a bank of computers in the far corner. That part looks decently kept. The AR apparition smiles at you and motions for you to go ahead and take a look. You decide to ask her who she is. She shakes her head and points at the screens. You shrug and take a look. Baghead is right next to you breathing somewhat heavily, like she's nervous. The fetching lass, though, looks perfectly composed. The screens are filled with a bunch of science gibberish that you don't get at all. You ask what it means. Baghead clears her throat and starts typing into her own phone. The fetching lass starts spitting out word bubbles with a detailed-- if somewhat quick-- explanation. What you pull from it is that she was a part of an independent scientific research lab that was recently bought out by Thorsen Technologies. Okay. Problem was they discovered something during the merger that they shouldn't have, everyone else from the lab has gone missing. Baghead as the resident database wizard and hacker is the only one who managed to escape by making herself into a data ghost. No one knows she exists right now. Except for you. The information that you're seeing is stuff she harvested from Thorsen recently. It's research and some discussion involving a new line of weaponry that finally makes the human element obsolete on the battlefield. He's not planning on selling it though. He's planning on using it. That's what she thinks at least. You frown. Why did she ask you? Thorsen sent an emissary to you several days ago. She thought you might be involved so she looked you up and found out that you were an assassin. She decided that she would pay you to kill Thorsen before the line hits because you're already close. You tell her that you declined that job. Both girls seem to shrink before you. She asks why? You say that it just seemed suspect. She sinks more. You tell her this, though, if she's willing to drop at least the same amount Thorsen offered, she can start looking up coffin measurements for half a Thorsen. Baghead types something in and then hugs you. Apparently, her mother was one of the scientists and her father has since gone missing after looking for her. You tell her that it's about the money and the rep, not her personal problems before pushing her off somewhat brusquely. Her avatar is still smiling. So you ask what the green arrows were all about if she wanted you here. What green arrows?
Bon voyage.
I'm happy for you.
Explain.
I posted before I finished watching, and to be honest, I just don't care about how youtube decides you are popular.
I didn't know who that guy was until today.
KS was commenting on how he spelled it wrong.
http://o-mega.sakura.ne.jp/swf/mami/ Nailed it.
No.
Yes, then. You have completely failed to build any sort of image of yourself in the eyes of the public. You've manage to, in spite of some clear efforts, slipped under the radar and through the cracks. You are nothing to anyone here. You may think of it as a blank slate if you wish. But regardless of what you think, no one is going to notice.
Put on some more hats, stay chill.
Do I really have to answer that for you? Can you not figure that out on your own?
No seriously, it was traumatizing.
No one even knows who the fuck you are. Get over yourself and let the man work.
