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Amm 08/19/2021 (Thu) 16:12:21 No. 16 [Reply]
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Crossing the Rubicon Cammy #Kmkshj 09/15/2022 (Thu) 22:53:20 No. 827 [Reply]
Take 2 Kicker, a herreras and a claw captain of the 557th squadron of the great Mountain's grand army, deadpanned. Lowtail, herreras and claw on-field medic, grinned at Kicker. “A group photo.” She said, crossing her arms. “You know we'll have to burn it, right?” “It'll stay here.” Lowtail poked his head. “This is the furthest we've ever been from the mountains, and it's not like we're doing anything else.” As he said that Snapper, a feather, landed near them and picked up a bag. They were about to cross a very rickety bridge over a very deep creek, and nobody trusted the bridge to bear the weight of their equipment so Snapper was flying it across beforehand. They'd been marching counterrootwise for ten days and then ten more now, tailed by a tooth unit, under strict orders to avoid being sighted (Or, failing that, deal with anyone who saw them) and to signal the tooth of anyone who might see him. Kicker hugged herself a little tighter. “Fine. But we burn it.” “And you have to be in it.” Added Lowtail. Kicker grunted under her breath. “Boss.” “What… Scraptooth.” She said, sliding a claw to the shotgun on her waist. Scraptooth laid, bored, on the ground, oblivious to the… thing silently coming out of the sand behind him. “Captain.” He saluted. “What's with the look?”
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“Dude! You're a dad!?” Snapper glared at him, “I haven't told anyone else, don't wake them up.” “Got it. But what's weighting on you?” “The… Just, the weight of it. In general. She said she'd like to date, and see where it goes. And I can visit them one way or the other.” “Will you?” “I should. Would be an idiot not to give it a chance, wouldn't I? And there's so few pteryxe left, I should be there to raise them.” “Hey, no kids involved but been there. Dating someone you don't like?” Scraptooth gestured cutting his throat. “Don't do that. Bad for the kids too.” “Liked her well enough to roll around. Pretty laugh, nice face, good chemistry between us.” He smiled a little for the first time in a while. “But that's not it either. It's…” He trailed off into silence. “Start small.” Scraptooth said gently. “Well. I think about, my father used to talk about raising me right. Was mad about me joining the army… for a lot of reasons. But what stuck with me was the time he was drunk and told me not to dare die before he did. Too many pteryxe have buried their children as it is.” Scraptooth winced. “He's not wrong.” “And I think I really understand what he meant now. Or I'm starting to, at least. I never thought about starting a family, and how if you're lucky the kids are still there after you're gone. Helps you get why someone would die to end a war, or be willing to go through with one. A little bit of you is left.” The night moved on. Snapper fell asleep where he was at some point and the sky, black as ink, slowly lit up with rimlights. ------------------------------ The day was boiling.

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/qst/ >>5417755 Kicker told Lowtail and Scrapthoot of the chasers and signaled Snapper to keep an eye on the chasers, but otherwise they kept marching through the desert. Sometimes they'd run across dead grass patches with a dried out pond in the center and gnarled trees either dead or waiting, leafless, for a drop of water to fall down and breathe life back into their trunks. On these spots they'd also see -and once, stepped on- the dried out carcass of some small critter, husked out into a pile of fur and bone by the elements. Whatever wildlife yet remained hid well, staying away from the herreras that trampled through their domains. But they didn't run into any good spot to lay an ambush during the day, no stone crops large enough or even tall enough grass to properly hide. Kicker knew the tall grass fields at the foot of the mountain where she could easily vanish by no more than lowering her head, and to her this growth, barely reaching her hips, was meek in comparison. Climbing vines coated in something like velcro would sometimes stick to their scales, irritating them to no end and getting stuck on their claws when they tried to get off. After the second patch of grass, they just let them cling until the rocky sand outside the oases took them off over time. They didn't run into any during the day, at least; As the rimlight faded they saw another mirror reflection and followed it, deviating slightly from their route, to a stone outcrop surrounded by grass. In the center, under the stone's shadow, was another dry pond. Ambush or not, they were tired, overheated, and needed the rest and cover of this place. Snapper waited perched atop the outcrop, staring into the distance.
/qst/ >>5418411 >>5418414 >>5418422 >>5418432 >>5418632 >>5418636 Kicker, Lowtail, and Scraptooth walked under the outcrop, looking for somewhere with a little shelter. It wasn't much, but there was a concave area on the stone where the pond had eroded it. But none of them moved start the fire even though, being cold blooded, they'd soon grow slow and morose without a heat source. Part of it was they were tired and still overheated, but other part was simpler: They weren't sure they wouldn't be jumped. Or if they'd lay a trap for the bugs. When Snapper landed, Kicker didn't waste any time. “What's the situation.” “Lost them a few minutes before signaling you here. They broke off from you and headed spinwards. Maybe back home. I couldn't keep track of them and you at the same time.” “Could you find where they went?” “Probably. Civilian places stick out in places like this.” “Think they'll follow us tomorrow too?” Snapper was surprised at the question; The “Deal with anyone who sees you” part of the mission was very loaded in an assignment the upper brass had treated so seriously. Still, he didn't take long to answer. “We'll find out.” He said with a small shrug. “They somehow foraged while tracking you. It looked like roots. So they could keep it up for who knows how long if they want to.”

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/qst/ >>5418940 >>5419730 “They can come.” “I'll start the fire.” Said Snapper, opening his wings. “You cool off.” They took off their armors and first sat, then laid, on the cool sand. The rimlights faded little by little, and they stuck to their water provisions for the night; The heat only meant they had to last. They ate lightly and Snapper, who was warm blooded, took the first watch. The night was uneventful. ------ Come morning they cleaned their camp, mixed the ash with sand until it couldn't be made out anymore, and stored all the coal left in small pouches; if it became necessary they could burn it, inside the pouches, between their chainmail and armor to warp themselves up. Once everything was done they stood still for longer than they needed to, Scraptooth and Snapper sharing nervous looks. The bugs didn't come, and after some time Kicker walked then ran off without a word followed by the other herreras, and Snapper waited a bit longer before taking flight. Maybe he'd have to signal the tooth too if things didn't go smoothly, which was never pleasant. An hour later, Kicker cursed under her breath -and immediately felt dejà vu- when Snapper signaled her again with a light. This time it was higher priority, and he rushed his message the moment she confirmed contact: He'd sighted the bugs again, but this time they weren't followed them yet. Instead, they'd taken something metallic from the sand under their camp Snapper couldn't make out through his scope.
tgch >>1045103 “Something— did either of you see anything metallic under the outcrop?” Kicker asked without stopping running, feeling frustrated and still tired from the heat the day before. Something buried under their camp? Was it dangerous? “No, like what?” Asked Scraptooth. “Snapper couldn't tell.” “Well, it was a pretty good spot.” Said Lowtail. “Maybe they've camped there before and left it there, and they took it before someone else came?” For some reason, the idea of the bugs making metal things was difficult for Kicker to accept. She pictured them as just… bugs, which they were, even though she knew full well they had made some use of normal weaponry during the war. But she pushed the surprise to a side and tried to think of any other explanation. After a moment, she just gave up and shook her head. “We'll find out when and if it maters.” That if and when happened a couple hours later. As twilight just began to tint the sky a light pink, Scraptooth stopped running suddenly. The others stopped just as quickly with their claws scrapping against the rocky sand for a few inches, and Kicker knew, with just a look at his face, he'd fucked up and he knew it. “A can.” He said, and opened his bags to run a quick inventory, muttering to himself. Then, when he was done, he closed it. “Boss. They didn't bury anything, I left a food can at the camp.” Army rations didn't have much writing, other than dates and -alleged- contents… but they were army rations, and that was enough. Everyone carried at least one day's worth, and it was a *trace* that'd tell the bugs almost nothing, but just enough.

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Last Trace - Chapter 3 Cross 06/10/2022 (Fri) 13:33:12 No. 661 [Reply] [Last]
Prelude: https://getyeflask.net/quest/res/180.html Chapter 1: https://getyeflask.net/quest/res/285.html Chapter 2: https://getyeflask.net/quest/res/443.html Discord: https://discord.gg/x9QHPvzhdD Wiki: https://tgchan.org/wiki/Last_Trace Starting from this post, Last Trace is now actively taking suggestions on GYF! ---- Things were different before. But now, I'm going to have fun caving her head in.
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The bandage strips gather in the bowl of the sink, having turned maroon from the time it's been wrapped around my head. Feels like the scent of antiseptic's gone and made a home for itself in my fur. Flecks of dried blood float off as I comb through my fur with wet claws. There’s still a ringing in my head, but what’s more immediately apparent is just how sore everything feels. But even if there's some lingering pain in my body, I'm not going to let that stop me. I'm going to see this through.
>Make sure to thank Diagram later! I will. >Maybe sneak a touch of her soft velvety succulent ears... ...Amica's putting some weird ideas in your heads. The walk to the Hall of Heroes from the medbay feels a bit different. But it gives me plenty of time to discuss with you, Sykes. >Just how much of Diagram is really her, and how much of her is being suppressed? I... hate to say it, but I don't think I actually know as much about Diagram as I once thought I did. It was only a dozen days ago or so that I found out she has a DAD at all! And now there's all this talk about her having a twin sister or whatever, I can't help but feel like I'm only genuinely getting to know her now. I don't know how that makes me feel - I thought we were fairly good friends or something - but am I really that much of a friend to her if she never chose to let me know about things as important as that until I came across something relevant? >If we got our hands on Plug earlier, experimented with it, maybe this fight could have gone differently. I'm sure swordfighting's going to be real useful against two people who aren't literally blind. Besides, I already know enough to make it functional - I'd rather flesh out my inventory, or develop skills that have more application - like the skills Nickel taught me that I failed to apply. >Regeneration keeps you alive - it doesn't keep you sane. You've got a point there but - is that really the case? Again, I really should be dead by now if things worked like they did 'in the past'. If I can literally survive getting my brain shot through and not forget anything, just what am I losing?

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And there she is, sitting there. The air grows chillier still, like she's got her Parasignia on just in case. I notice a case by the bench, a short distance away from where she's sitting - but she doesn't seem to acknowledge it as I walk past. "Hey." I take a seat beside her, but she seems fixated on the memorial ahead - Urza's spear. At night, the atmosphere of the hall changes - it's no longer like a sparkling memorial hall of the people who came before, but... something sadder. I don't quite know why. "Why did you choose this place, Argine?" There's almost a slight smile on her face. I wonder if she finds me losing amusing. But that wasn't what I was expecting for her first question. Maybe I thought she was going to poke fun at me, for actually losing. "Because there's things I wanted to ask you about all of this. About... why everyone fights." Whenever we start a duel in this place, we always declare our allegiance, to one thing or another. But when I fought Astrolysis, she cast that aside. I don't think I've seen anyone else do that before. And that dream I had, about her past - just who even was that other clone? Was she the one Nanoweaver brought up before, the one who I was supposed to take after? "We all have our own meaning of what a hero is, Argine. We fight to put our ideals into reality. All of us who remain in the facility are the same - we were created to be soldiers, though what we truly idolize are heroes." Her voice floats through the lonely hall - loud enough that all the heroes can hear it, but gentle enough that she isn't shouting. "We all follow our own ideal of a hero - how they dress, how they fight... even those of us who don't say we admire any of the given heroes, they still have their own ideal of a hero that they pursue. One of the most common reasons people become heroes is because they fight to protect others." I snort.

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Some of this feels familiar. I'm taken back to when I first had that argument with my sister here. That felt like ages ago. With how much shit happens every day here, I'm finding it hard to actually keep track of everything. "But what's the point of a quiet life if what you're good for is fighting? Wouldn't you lose any meaning in your life when that fighting's done?" Maybe the solution to that is to just keep finding new places to fight in. To make yourself known. That's a long term kind of goal. "One benefit to leading a quiet life is that you have the time to find something else that means the world to you. Something else to fight for - maybe not with guns and knives, but with new tools altogether." New tools? Something else to fight for? I can't say I can see eye to eye with her. "I still fight for myself. But I wasn't strong enough to accomplish it... this time." Even though we've just talked through it a few hours ago, the pain of losing is still fresh. It's not going to just vanish after a snack and removing some bandages. I remember once in class - they told us part of why we get sore after we exercise is because we're actually tearing our muscles in the process. The next day when our body repairs those tears, they come back stronger. That's how you build up strength. Even then, I'm not sure the fact's gotten through to me yet. "The question is what you'll do, now that you've lost." Onto the big topics, huh.
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I consider bringing up you and the changes to Judicium, but... she's one of the people who put you in me to begin with, even if Diagram and Nanoweaver coordinated some things behind the scenes to ensure that it would actually benefit me. I'm still not sure I have the full picture here. I hate being led around like this, but I can't show my hand now - I don't know if I CAN trust Judicium yet. So we'll keep chatting away. "Still got two more sector bosses to go before I deal with the big one." It's what we've already talked about before. I've got a bit more direction than before, but... "How do you feel about all of this?" She's asking me these questions like she's trying to play therapist. I shoot her a look. "Frustrated, of course. I'm fighting for my freedom here. Every loss I take is stacking the odds against me in the final fight. But I'm not going to lose any more." Again, she just crosses her arms like none of this is a surprise to her. "How do you plan on doing that?" These questions are starting to irritate me. "To change... I guess. Get better gear, plan things out more, train more..." "You don't sound especially sure of yourself. Are you changing the right parts of yourself, Argine?" "Hey, I was the one who invited you here. Why am I the one being interrogated?"

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THE HEIST teegee 07/01/2022 (Fri) 05:26:09 No. 688 [Reply]
This quest may be occasionally NSFW. This quest is being run simultaneously on QuestDen, and will be taking suggestions both here and there: https://questden.org/kusaba/quest/res/1036648.html "It jus' you 'n me now, dust bunny. Not too late for you t' cash out like rest of 'em." "Nice bluff."
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"Hate... bugs?"
"Wha... what this... f... fairy?"
Jus' play it cool, Finn. Dumb brute don't know about the other fairies, he can't notice--
shrrrriieeek ...He can see 'em now, can't he.
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Last Trace - Chapter 2 Cross 05/19/2022 (Thu) 00:26:47 No. 443 [Reply] [Last]
Prelude: https://getyeflask.net/quest/res/180.html Chapter 1: https://getyeflask.net/quest/res/285.html Discord: https://discord.gg/x9QHPvzhdD Wiki: https://tgchan.org/wiki/Last_Trace --- Hey... you think she'll understand? She doesn't need to.
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I reach towards it - and the world around me falls away. I can hear my breathing, louder than ever. >...oul ...foun... I can't stop reaching out for it. I can't control my movements. My hand wraps around the cube, and, shakily, I bring it to my face. >...nnection through.... My vision blurs, and-
The box disintegrates, and I'm left holding a viscous, dark fluid. Even as I cup the dark fluid in my hands, there's... a crackle in the back of my mind. Like I'm not supposed to be touching this stuff. There's a jolt - and the thing begins to glow, before it leaps from my hands. "What... what the hell is this?" The dark, flowing... thing in my hands squirms about in the air like something that's clinging to life. Every so often, it seems to seize up, falling like rain into my hands - before re-congealing into its flowing mass. >An object, familiar and unfamiliar. Lost kin. It yearns for the warmth of others. It is starving - but it is dead. "That there... is a prototype SAI host. Unlike you or the Sykes... it doesn't have much in the way of brainpower. I wouldn't say it's even able to think - SAI Splinters are simply recordings after all. Perhaps you could think of this one as a dead child. It never had the chance to grow up like I could." The... squirming thing between my hands, it's meant to be a child? What kind of messed up shit is this? "Why do you have this? Diagram said there was only supposed to be one SAI in the facility!" >A wave of nausea builds up in the rebel soldier, her eyes captured by the flowing movements of the fluid. Poison, anathema - it is all of these things. What is it? >It is knowledge.

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"Keep it with you, Argine. There are secrets it can tell you that nobody else will." >Knowledge comes with a price. Seeds of instability have already long since been sown. The rebel soldier screams out against things she cannot hear, cannot understand. Amica turns away from me, heading towards the pitch-black rooms of the Old Sectors. "Amica! Don't just walk away from me!" >A fractured consciousness. The only ones who can truly hear. The soldier's pleas fall on deaf ears. There's a glint of red. "You should go to bed, Argine. You've got more pressing things to worry about." It's - it's like she melts into the darkness itself as she walks away. The haze in my head clears up as she saunters off into the darkness, leaving me alone and unsettled.
Moments later - the box reforms. It's no longer glowing, but - Whatever's inside there... >Knowledge, forbidden. Secrets, unearthed. Something that most people should not ever experience. >Wordlessly, the rebel soldier heads home - unease clouding her heart. CHAPTER 2: END Discord: https://discord.com/invite/x9QHPvzhdD

Last Trace - Interlude 2 Cross 06/06/2022 (Mon) 06:08:20 No. 625 [Reply]
>[ESTABLISHING REMOTE CONNECTION] >[SPLINTER RECOVERY PARTIALLY SUCCESSFUL] >[SEARCHING FOR FAMILIARITY RECORDS...] >[DISPLAYING INTERFACE GUIDELINES] >Welcome to the Splinter Analysis Wizard (SAW), [USER]. >Playback of the recorded memory will begin soon. >Would you like assistance? >N >Understood. >Operation reminder: >When probing the splinter with questions, keep it short and direct. >The more connected a splinter is to the question, the more likely it is for the SAW to simulate accurate memory approximations. >It is recommended that you only ask one question at a time.
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>Why not modify their genetics and neurology to reduce their emotional capacity and personal drive, also making them more receptive to orders? That's what I was wondering - but I guess Lirren's too conflicted to make the damn choice in the first place, putting us in this position. >Did they implement a pacification trigger? What is it? Hey, it's gonna take some time - I only just brought it up to him. I'm not the geneticist here. >If attatchment is the issue you need to raise them in a patriotic environment - nature AND NURTURE. I'm sure we'll be plenty patriotic. But, keep any group of trained fighters in one place for too long - they get bored. And I don't mean a month or two, I mean YEARS. We can't simply ship them off elsewhere, not until they're properly deployed. Who knows? Maybe if this charade goes on long enough, they could start up little weekly competitions with each other, take a page out of the Asliann ritual duelling book. Really bloody hoping it doesn't come to that. >Has it occurred to you that you're a control freak who has managed to usurp the entire chain of command? Lirren may be the project lead, but the reason we have other leads is to keep each other in check. It would be egotistical to assume that, once you're at the head of a military project - you can just get cold feet and try to undermine it in the process. >[FRAGMENT ACCELERATION RATIO - 24 HOURS] >[PLAYING NEXT MEMORY SEQUENCE] >[ADVANCING TO NEXT AVAILABLE SPLINTER] >[INITIATING PLAYBACK.]

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There's an alarm as the switch is pulled, amniotic fluid flooding the chambers in a moment. Suddenly, everything's a lot warmer. And there it is. A little embryo inside of that tube. It looks so small compared to the walls of the machine, but soon enough - it'll be a person. Or a soldier. ...Huh. We're going to have to name these guys, aren't we? Heh-heh. I've got a few ideas here or there. It's weird to imagine that they'll be walking and talking so soon. I'm sure that a lot of the others have their own hopes and concerns about this project, especially since the flaws with this project are more apparent than ever. I don't know if the future's going to be as rosy as Lirren hopes it'll be. But I can't help but be taken into everyone else's optimism, even if I may have encouraged them to think that way. One thing's for certain. Things will never be the same again.
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W...what was that? ...Dad... But why this? Why now? ...What... what did she do? I... I've got a bad feeling about this.

Last Trace - Interlude 1 Cross 04/28/2022 (Thu) 07:06:30 No. 411 [Reply]
This is a significantly short interlude with an emphasis on probing the memories of a certain individual. The next main chapter will follow immediately after this interlude's conclusion. >[CONSOLE DETECTED] >[ESTABLISHING REMOTE CONNECTION] >[SPLINTER RECOVERY PARTIALLY SUCCESSFUL] >[SEARCHING FOR FAMILIARITY RECORDS] >[DISPLAYING INTERFACE GUIDELINES] >Welcome to the Splinter Analysis Wizard (SAW), [USER]. >Playback of the recorded memory will begin soon. >Would you like assistance? >-Y >Introduction:

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>Who's this Kinshimann guy? Doctor Jaz Kinshimann, eh? A bit of a mouthful, his name. Keletzar tend to have very long surnames like that. He's sort of a counterpart to Doctor Troveheart - the two of them have actually collaborated before, and - get this, Kinshimann's the reason why half the damn facility's got four ears and four nostrils. He succeeded in making cross-species chimeras via cloning processes! So, it's really thanks to him that me and Seene are even able to be together... >Greek Myth? Never heard of it. >Is Prometheus a pseudonym? Doctor Prometheus was a bit of an interesting figure... I believe he was one of the first people to really get cloning as an actual viable field of science. Before he came along, things really didn't seem to be going well, at least from what I've heard from Dr. Troveheart. But, I do think it is a pseudonym of sorts, probably mashed together from his actual name. Kinda like how everyone calls Doctor Graph, Doc "Silicagraph" after the process he ended up developing that revolutionized materials engineering. >Kiss her, you fool! Heh. When it's time. We snuggle up a bit closer together. It's nice being able to cut loose, here. Compared to my days on the field at one of the alliance's countries, there's less of a feeling of constant, persistent exhaustion. Sure, some people find it boring at Site 70, but when you're part of the future? You're practically witnessing history happen. Though, I don't think most people can bone history as literally as I have. "There's something else I want to talk to you about, Armin."

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And so, I sit there, feeling Mnemosyne lean against me. We're in perfect balance - our weight, our strength complementing each other. I don't really know how things are going to play out from here, but I don't have to. We lean in and we kiss, for the umpteenth time. This time, it feels a bit different. The scent of the wind, her scent, are mixed together by the sea breeze. In this moment, everything feels just right. I'm sure she feels the same.
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I never did find out how those two came together before. I wonder if one of these splinters has my own birth recorded? ... Well, that's the first of many done. I was hoping that Argine didn't have to meet Amica now, of all times. This makes it so, so much harder. I'll have to increase security, adjust plans... But as long as Argine makes it out fine, then it'll all be worth it. There are things she doesn't need to know, that the others don't need to know. ... Then why did I put this thing together? Did I just have to relive all of the past? ...But I had to understand. I had to understand why everything happened. I can feel my exhaustion in my bones. That's enough for tonight. If I can't take care of myself, how do I expect to take care of others? Maybe the nightmares would leave me alone for tonight. ...
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Last Trace - Chapter 1 Cross 03/31/2022 (Thu) 07:19:37 No. 285 [Reply] [Last]
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"What about those?", I ask, pointing at the rings on her arms. "The Amp Rings... they're more straightforward than the Blink Capacitor, but sometimes, simplicity is strong! When activated, they temporarily augment your physical strength, allowing you to lift heavier things, as well as allowing you to jump or climb distances more effectively! I wouldn't recommend punching people with it though... the poor soldier I asked broke her arm when she knocked the sandbag clean off it's hook." The Amp Ring does sound pretty useful in it's own right, but I imagine it's strength-amplifying property is the real appeal for me, personally. It'll amp up other gadgets if I slot it in as a passive effect. Breaking your arm when you punch someone sounds like a terrible deal when it comes to last resorts. The equivalent of trading the gravy ration for a shitty veg-omelet ration when we're doing one of those simulated long-march camps. I cross my arms, examining the two gadgets she has on her. Honestly? If these things were able to be mass produced, I'd feel sorry for whoever was on the other end. "So what's the catch? You're offering me a choice, not both of them at the same time. Though I do appreciate having one of these at all." Especially when I'm so starved for gadget options. I'm quite formidable when I'm fully equipped, if I do say so myself. Diagram takes the two gadgets off herself, placing them back onto the workbench. "These two gadgets... well, they're fairly new. I haven't tested or refined them as much as I'd like. They're still perfectly usable, and we don't have the time to wait around for both of them to be fully polished, but I would like to hold onto one of them to make improvements to." "Can't you just make another copy of both?" She shakes her head. "I'm sorry, I can't. If I were to do that, I'd need materials from outside of Site 70, through the Weave Nexus. And with that on lockdown..." I sigh. "...we're not going to get any of that until I'm done with the tournament." Diagram frowns for a bit.

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>[DEVICE ANALYSIS] >AMP RINGS >Gadget developed by Diagram. Has a limited battery life. >Allows for the temporary amplification of physical strength. Can be used to pick up and move objects heavier than usual, but is limited by the user's own size and durability. Other physical traits can be amplified, such as jumping distance and height, but this can pose a risk to the user when used without cushioning or ways to slow one's fall. >WARNING: Usage of this gadget offensively has demonstrated significant recoil to the user. >Tags: Empowering, Amplifying, Intensifying >BLINK CAPACITOR >Gadget developed by Diagram. Limited charges, must be manually renewed after combat. >Allows for near-instantaneous short-ranged teleportation when activated. Can teleport in any valid direction, as long as there is nothing impeding the user's path of travel. User is temporarily intangible during the teleportation, but physical matter is pushed away upon reappearing, effectively protecting the user from small projectiles briefly. >Tags: Displacing, Replacing, Intangible

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>I thought Wirehead wasn't a term for someone with neural implants. ...Those cadets weren't talking about neural implants. >Choose the Blink Capacitor! >Blink Capacitor can work extremely well with your other gadgets. >If mom can work the kinks out, the Amp Rings will be AMAZING! I choose to grab the Blink Capacitor, then. If Diagram can get the problems fixed with the Amp Rings, then that's going to be more useful for us down the line than grabbing it immediately. Still, even if there was recoil, if I was using it passively, that wouldn't affect my gadgets negatively, as I only have to deal with the recoil if I'm using the Amp Rings as a primary gadget. Sometimes, I just don't get why Diagram goes out of the way to be nice to me. Hah. If I was being pragmatic, I'd say it's because the two of us are both rejects in some ways, but that girl's probably got more going for her at least in the noggin'. Holding the little cube in my hand... it pulses every so often. I can't wait to try and figure out how this thing works once I get back to my room. It smells vaguely of... smoke. >Hey, aren't you going to run some diagnostics on us? Ah, damn, I knew I was forgetting something! "Yo Diagram, by the way, the SAI's been asking about diagnostics. Apparently they're concerned that someone compromised the systems, or is tracking us, or something like that."

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Uh, alright. I don't know if you guys have costume parties up there... wherever you are, but I guess if it's obvious when someone's spying on us, then there's no worries about it. Besides, maybe Diagram's own investigation into what the hell is up with Amica could lead to some results. "Alright, well if you find out something, lemme know." Before I go, I ask for the Blink Capacitor's blueprints, which I quickly stuff into my jacket. I thank Diagram again before leaving, walking out into the chilly hallways of Site 70 at night. While I travel the lonely halls back home, I look over the little cube in my hand. This little thing... it's going to be a big help for the upcoming battles, that's for sure. The light outside are dimmer than usual. That's usually the indicator that it's time to go to bed, since sometimes it's hard to tell what time it is outside, though I believe the Sector Bosses said something about the lights being dimmed to help with falling asleep when it's time to rest. >I don't know if this the right time to ask this but since this will be probably the last time we could ever meet & talk with I want to ask these questions. Is magic really a thing? You know, because of the cards you gave us earlier. Like wizards sorcery to supernatural beings and everything in between? This ain't going to be the last time we're going to have a conversation like this, buddy. You lot are all stuck inside of me. But, yeah, I can consider it for a bit. Magic's apparently real, according to Diagram. I haven't ever been out of this facility, so I can't really confirm it myself. To be honest, I've kinda assumed that it was other people screwing with me. But with Diagram talking about it like that, out there in the wider universe, there is apparently magic. The people in this facility don't really have much contact with that, and Diagram's probably the closest thing we've got to an expert on that. She's done research for the Exotic Materials department after all, and that's kinda the place where all the weirdness of the facility gets concentrated in. I hear some things about what other worlds are like, but they're never really consistent. Other worlds are like ours, where there's a lot of tech, while some worlds are like they're straight out of Diagram's storybooks. Not sure how I feel about those, but I guess it makes sense? If someone can think of a world like that existing in a story, then surely there's a world out there that's just like that?

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>Nickel's Parasignia - could be full body manifestation. That's... definitely an image. Now I'm imagining her strutting around with knives sticking out of her. I'm not too experienced with fighting against other Parasignia users yet, so your considerations are really important for this. I didn't even know that could even be a possibility, since my Parasignia and Judicium's are pretty straightforward in execution. Parasignia... science isn't a strong suit of mine. Diagram's talked about it on occasion, and Melee combat against Nickel sounds like a bad idea anyway since she trains against Astrolysis on a regular basis. That meathead is much too fast for someone her size, and I don't have that level of size advantage either. I'd probably be diced up in the process. We can talk more when it's time, but considering an opponent's Parasignia is going to be increasingly important as we progress, since it's a massive information disadvantage I have, as basically everyone else knows what my Parasignia is. >This may sound weird, but Astrolysis likes you. So what? She's still going to be in my way, and her hobby is beating the shit out of people near her. The reason why Nickel's her best friend is because she's the only other person who's perfectly fine playing knife-games with her, and because they don't mind actively cutting each other. Me, I can appreciate a training partner, but not one that tries to maim you in the process, regeneration or not. >You should get her out of the way next. Yall could really get along together. If the rest of you are on board with that, I'd be glad to. About time I showed her who's really boss around here. As for being friends with her... I wouldn't know about that. You generally choose not to hang around people who've kicked your shit in, especially during the times you haven't asked about it.

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Last Trace - Re: Prelude Cross 03/30/2022 (Wed) 03:52:57 No. 180 [Reply] [Last]
This is a mirror of a pre-existing quest, Last Trace, that also revamps the prelude in order to make it more accessible to new readers. Suggestions from its original run will be uploaded alongside the revamped pages of the Prelude, though due to changes made in the story revamp, suggestions may not line up with the story presented. Care has been taken to ensure that the progression of the story remains the same as the original run. Reading the suggestions is optional but could grant additional insight into the mindsets of the players who helped shape Argine’s story. The original prelude can be found at: https://questden.org/wiki/Last_Trace Discord: https://discord.gg/x9QHPvzhdD Suggestions will not be available for readers until the mirror catches up with the original quest’s current update, after which suggestions will be accepted on all sites hosting Last Trace’s story. —----- Their chains won't hold me forever.
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>We will stay silent for the moment. Alright. ... Thanks. I kneel in front of the statue, placing the bullet in front of the box. It was Judicium who had taught me about this tradition to begin with, but I guess I kept it going. That was back when I thought she actually did care about me. The bullets don't have to match the preferred weapons of the heroes after all - rather, it represents the strength and desire we have to fulfill certain goals we have. Whether it's to protect, to conquer, or to destroy. "Urza, grant me your blessing, the strength to destroy those who oppose me. With your spear and your wrath, I'll carve a path through my enemies - to my own freedom." It's a short prayer - fighting's the true way to show devotion, at least with most of the heroes. I stand up, my legs shaking. My body's complaining about me moving around with that injury of mine, and now that the adrenaline from my little 'discussion' with Jin's gone, I'm feeling like Astrolysis decked me again.

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I can hear the door to the Hall of Heroes slam shut behind me. With that, the static fuzz of your voices start straining in my mind. Yeah, yeah. I know you're all programmed to keep an eye on me or somehting like that, so you can't keep your mouths shut for too long. But I needed a little time for myself. As much as I hate it - my thoughts drift back to that time when I listened in on Judicium talking to someone - saying that I may as well have been better dead. It was after the tournament, and my big loss to my sister. Hearing that was... it knocked me off balance at the time. I guess it was part of why I realized that, nobody in this place really cares about me. That I'm just an experiment. Maybe Nanoweaver and Diagram do, but it feels like they have no choice. I'm one of Diagram's friends, and Nanoweaver made me. They're obligated to support me. They're some of the few people in this facility who do. They understand what I'm feeling, where I'm coming from. >Is this a mental facility? >Your perception is warped. Says you. You're nothing more than some splinter in my head, talkin' about what's right or wrong. I'm trapped in here against my will when there's a perfectly good way out. How am I in the wrong for this? If they give me the option to fight, I'll take it. And, hate to break it to you - but if there's any consistency with us clones, we all love fighting, one way or another. Guess that brief silence wasn't going to last too long - you people just can't be quiet, can you? I guess that's what you're made for. By the end of all of this, I'm going to use whatever power I can to get rid of you all. Nothing personal, but... you were injected into me to watch me. I can't just let them chase me, hound me for the rest of my life when I'm meant to have escaped by then.

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I feel the familiar chill of my room when I open the door. It's modest, like any other soldier's room. Diagram got a special one to herself since she's always tinkering with something and needs the space - part of which is taken up by her storybook collection. I look over at the bed, which is looking more enticing than ever. What Jin said still sticks with me, as much as I hate it, but the emotional and physical exhaustion I've been through today is threatening to make me fall over.. >If Jin does love you... Love, huh? Diagram's the only person who ever really uses that word. I don't really know what it means. Something about caring for someone else a lot? But hell, I wouldn't know. I'd care if someone pushed me out of the lunch line, or if they were being extremely frustrating to deal with. Is that love? Besides, I think Jin already knows about what Ozone and Judicium do to me. She always knows something I don't. Am I just out of the loop because they deem me as someone who's just that inferior? If she loved me, she'd know when to leave me alone, right? Still... what she said about heroes. Why does she talk about the Sector Bosses like that, why does she support them even though they're intent on suppressing me? Is that what heroes are like in the outside world? >Becoming a hero is how you'll be remembered after you die Then what do you call those who fight against injustice in day to day life? Because when I leave, when I make a name for myself in places I've never even heard of before, they'll learn to respect me.

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I sit on the side of my mattress, taking off my jacket. It's been a long day - but I can't let what Jin said to me throw me off. I have to rest well for tomorrow, maximize my odds of success. There's still some echoing voices in my head... but they're growing fainter. Maybe... maybe when I'm tired, I'll be able to get some respite from you. >Who wouldn't be distressed about their own sister having such a fatalist outlook on her life? We're clones, SAI. We're made for an explicit purpose. If we didn't have that purpose, we wouldn't exist in the first place. If I was meant to lead some kind of different life, I wouldn't be trained to use these weapons in the first place. Though... I'm not really sure what I was made for. I'll figure it out. I know I want to be a hero, to be that person that everyone looks up to. That's what I think my purpose is, anyway. I take off my jacket, brushing the dust off the sleeves. Not much clings onto the low-friction fabric, and I toss it onto my footlocker afterwards. The rest of my clothes follow, and I'm left feeling like I've just a hundred laps around the training course. I curl up on the tough mattress - it's been with me for three years, now. Three years I've been here, three years I've been under the control of these people. Judicium, Ozone, my sister, the others... has anything really changed for me since then? Tomorrow's when it all begins. I'll be out of here, soon... I want to see the outside world. Then I'll decide what I'll do. I'll do it my way.
Mmh... I'll... I'll talk to all of you again when it's time... ....... PRELUDE: END Next Thread: https://getyeflask.net/quest/res/285.html Wiki: https://tgchan.org/wiki/Last_Trace Discord: https://discord.gg/x9QHPvzhdD

Something Wicked Cross 11/19/2021 (Fri) 11:04:17 No. 119 [Reply]
"Everything that happens before Death is what counts." - Ray Bradbury
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I’m fine with going to the tav urn I may look a little out of place but I’m sure the mostly won’t mind the scorched floorboards
go to the loan store, nothing is more powerful or evil than usury
>GHOST You're incorporeal, dumbass! *Ahem*. By that I mean, you do not have a physical presence in this world. That's why we need MINIONS, after all - they can do the work that the supernatural cannot alone. On that note... The teams have been chosen! I will head to LOANY THE LONESOME'S along with Flamedrake, in order to create a proper negotiation strategy. Dark will be heading to the Tav-urn, along with Groppo. You two have already formed a bit of a dynamic with each, haven't you? Well, if anything goes wrong, you've both got your clubs at the ready. Go and find rumors about EYEVILLE that we can exploit in future. And do try not to drink on the job - well, Groppo, anyway. I think Dark knows better than that. Razorphil will be heading to Jen RL's in order to offer your services, while also making your presence known. You are our most intimidating member - but remember, you're not here to rob, only to... persuade the proprietor to support us, one way or another. Try not to get the law enforcement on you before we get around there. Finally, Pheobe and Kul, head to the PARTICULARLY DISTURBING HOUSE in order to investigate it and see if you can make contact with the DOWNREALM DENIZEN who's taken up residence in the area. Pheobe can apply the gentle touch - but if anything happens, Kul's physical strength should hopefully keep her safe.

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I am greeted with the foul stench of BLATANT USURY as I step through the veil. Truly, a hive of treachery. In the past, I've considered pursuing such an interest in monetary schemes - such as TRADING QUIRKY PICTURES OF NEARLY-FAMILIAR TAPIRS, of which the only value that exists are speculation and collection. Unfortunately, I was quickly outdone by those wretched STAMP COLLECTORS, who had already been in the industry for years before me! LOANY LONESOME sits behind the desk, smug in all of his glory. In the past, I might have despised people like him - but I've come to respect how, ultimately these people were able to turn the misfortune of others into success for themselves. In school, they would teach the children that success is not a finite resource. I agree. But it is easier to reach out and take the success of other's failures. That was what I failed to realize when I was young - and so I resented those who cast me out. Now? I am privy to these strategies - and I've incorporated them into my own skillset. Pragmatism can only yield dividends. For now, it seems that LOANY is currently engaged with a DISTRESSED CUSTOMER. "But Loany! I can't afford this month's rent! Please, I need another loan, or else I'll be doomed!" Oh, boo hoo. Oftentimes, people like this are products of their own actions. Poorer folk cannot afford to spend money on frivolous things - and you'll find that with clever saving, one can claw their way up even some of the harshest economies in the UPREALM, provided they are not being duped by their Lords. ...Unfortunately for me, fortune does not shine on people like me so straightforwardly. "Sorry Mr... Buddison. I don't do credit."

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Finding rumors in a tavern is rather hard given the fact there’s people who are a tad bit scared of well fire and spikes so we could just calmly approach someone important-looking and very drunk to tell us various bits and pieces of information