Sparks ran up Redd's arm. Harmless, but the sensation shocked Redd.
Redd yelped, and jerked away his arm. He shook his hand, to check for burning. Fortunately, nothing happened. "Could you demonstrate your powers in a less harmful way," Redd said with a mix of annoyance and aloofness. "like on the overhead?" He pointed up.
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Arzt looks up at it. "Shame to break such a pretty thing, ja?" He starts laughing. "Another thing for the list of things I figured out about myself: I am a dick. Do you agree?"
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey Bitchfest"I think I hear the others outside. Judging by their voices, it seems like this game prefers teenagers." He picked up the glass of water that he made vibrate, staring out the balcony with exasperated eyes. "Here's to hoping that they aren't just a bunch of upstarts." West downed the glass and set it on the table, then headed out towards the group of others. They all looked young, unfortunately.
In his mild Austrin accent, he greeted them informally with a polite smile.
"Well, what do we have here...?"
Women there would see an older, yet very handsome dark-haired Caucasian man approaching them, wearing a classy three-piece suit with a business tie, labcoat, and rectangular glasses with thin frames.
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."Redd flinched. The innocent-sounding woman, although a couple of years too old for him, was cute. Maybe he should switch gears, to see how she reacted.
"Umm...I'm fine," Redd said, taking a step back. "They didn't burn me. No need to touch me."
But then West arrived. Redd glanced at him. That geezer. How did he preserve himself? Plastic surgery?
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Oh, goody. This guy might be smart. "Hello, sir." Arzt scans him quickly before taking off his glasses and mechanically wiping them on his coat sleeve. "Are you a real doctor?"
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey Bitchfest" . . . Oh. . . I'm sorry," She said to Redd, recoiling back slightly, "I. . . Apologise if I offended you."
She turned towards West, and gave him a polite bow of the head as a greeting.
“DAMMIT WHEN I HEAR 'SPACE CQC' ALL I CAN THINK OF IS BIG BOSS WITH A FISHBOWL ON HIS HEAD, STRANGLING AN ASTRONAUT OUTSIDE THE ISS.""We need information on OCMPA and my colleagues. They'll be a bit harder to get information on, however. Time is of the essence, but we can't leave now. Tomorrow would be a much better time." John was running through the plan in his head, seeing every piece slowly come into place.
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"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank HillJay leaned back into the wall, crossing his arms. His eyes darted back and forth between those assembled. Five people; 68.2%.
At this point he certainly didn't intend on speaking unless spoken to.
Whatcha gonna do, little buckaroo? | i be pimpin' madoka fics"Well, first, you need to understand the concept of introducing yourself before brusquely asking me a question. My name is West." He gave a small nod to the small, pale girl who bowed to him. "Second, considering that authorities in many non-medical disciplines are called 'doctors', I doubt I'm the one you're thinking of."
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth.""Pfft. You can call me Arzt, but I doubt I'm that smart. I was holding a syringe, though."
He puts his glasses back on and yawns again. The people are starting to get to him. Just their presence wears him out. He bows his head and curls himself over his legs.
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey Bitchfest"Alright!" The girl said, expecting a heavier blow this time. The first strike she could tell had barely any effect... she could feel that her barrier had not been damaged by it. However since this next blow might be different she extended her arm, and by extension her barrier, as far away from her body as possible. The plate shaped barrier of light hovered a little bit farther away from her palm this time, ready to take a hit.
"Having a time-out," Arzt says curtly. "Just a minute. Okay?"
Human beings. Unfortunately social creatures, seeking company and conversarion. Arzt plans to minimize his quota.
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey BitchfestThe next strike was pretty strong; now as powerful as if he really wanted to kill her, but powerful enough to do that anyway, if not for the barrier.
It too, was deflected, and with enough force that Tuner almost dropped his axe. Still, he thought he felt something: instead of hitting a perfectly solid wall, this time the axe had moved further towards the girl before going backwards. The barrier was at it's limit.
Oh, and speaking of the girl...
"By the way, we can't go on for fifty days without having a name to call you."
Fifty days.
Yeah, right.
Jay noticed, with middling interest, Arzt drawing away from the others. Did it take him so time to discover that, before his memory was wiped, he was antisocial? Or had a single straw broken the camel's back? Well, given that there was no way to know who he really was before the memory wipe—
Slowly, Jay pressed his lips into a thin line and ended that train of thought.
He didn't know the bald man's name. The men running this game had already provided him with all the material possession he might need with the credit cards. But they had deprived him of all the information he might have once had, and now he had to start from the ground up. People weren't talking about anything useful anymore; his job was to cease passive observation and take the conversation where he wanted it to go.
Jay looked at Bunny. "I'm Jay. Your name?" he asked. "Any thoughts on our situation?"
Whatcha gonna do, little buckaroo? | i be pimpin' madoka fics"Escape?" Jay said, raising an eyebrow. He drummed his fingernails against the collar sitting around his neck. "Good luck."
Whatcha gonna do, little buckaroo? | i be pimpin' madoka fics"Good luck too," Redd said, unconscionably fingering his own collar. Mentioning it made his neck itched. Sweat formed on his palms. "They probably have surveillance. I bet that the moment you step out of the city's limits, you'll turn into an European John Doe in a newspaper headline—if you're lucky."
He then addressed the entire group. "Speaking of which, should we try to hide our collars from sight? Suggestions, anyone?"
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"Hide?" Jay asked, his laughter dying down. "From whom?"
Whatcha gonna do, little buckaroo? | i be pimpin' madoka fics"They look really fucking suspicious. It looks like autumn or winter, so scarves might work. Not indoors though." Arzt looks up and smiles wanly at everyone. "Let's improvise a cult. That should explain it. We're lampshading the government's iron fist over the nation by wearing collars as a sign of servitude."
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Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey Bitchfest"Then we kill each other," Jay said, beginning to laugh again: a slow, measured tempo. "The satire's complete."
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“DAMMIT WHEN I HEAR 'SPACE CQC' ALL I CAN THINK OF IS BIG BOSS WITH A FISHBOWL ON HIS HEAD, STRANGLING AN ASTRONAUT OUTSIDE THE ISS."