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Myriad Reality

OH.....

Now i get it. I don't think i was part of the rp before. It was part of another rp.

@darkred

No problem, thought it might be something like that. You're welcome to apply if interested still.

Myriad Reality

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I think Marius Titus/ Damocles but hmmm..

@darkred

Those names aren't popping up in the search feature. Was it under this account? I'm not seeing any history with us on darkred.

Myriad Reality

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- I don't have to give you shit. Stay back.

*Behind you, you can hear the other enforcers stumble out of the cafe, grabbing for their rifles. Around you, you see the advertisements flicker out, replaced with black text on a red background.*

ANNOUNCEMENT: ATTENTION. ATTENTION. PLEASE REMAIN CALM. REPORTED BIOCHEMICAL HAZARD IN LOCAL AREA. SHELTER IN PLACE UNTIL ALL CLEAR IS GIVEN. SEAL ALL EXTERNAL DOORS AND WINDOWS. TUNE TO GOVERNMENT CHANNELS FOR MORE INFORMATION. ATTENTION. ATTENTION. PLEASE REMAIN CALM...

*There's one way out, even as the enforcers surround you. You're standing by a storm drain, but alarms are starting to go off. Whatever you're going to do, you have to do it now.*

@Tank O The Lake

Ah, I seem to have made a mess of thi—
*A blood-curdling scream followed by an enormous explosion rings out behind the officers, and while the incident distracts them, I flip up the grate of the storm drain with surprising strength for my size, and slip inside*
We'll have to finish this next time.
*When they look for the explosion, its illusory source cannot be found*

Myriad Reality

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*The sight of it shocks the man to his core. Yelping, he trips over himself and falls onto his rear.*

- What the fuck?!

*He reaches for his suit's radio, one hand falling to his gun.*

- Dispatch, I have eyes on a biological hazard vector on 24th and Madison! Subject is visibly infected with some sort of necrotic plague--send hazmat, immediately!

*Finally, he manages to stand back up, drawing his gun and backing away.*

- You're not going anywhere. On your knees, hands behind your head. Now!

@Tank O The Lake

*Rolls my sleeve back down and takes steps backwards as we speak while glancing around me for confined spaces, sewer grates, and other difficult to navigate corridors*
Of course, sir, happy to comply. Allow me to move outside your hazard zone.
*Rubs my left eye, which glints a faint amber when I pull my hand away*
Do you have some kind of badge, while we're on the subject? I'd hate to be kidnapped again by street-level thugs.

Myriad Reality

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- You're a drifter, then.

*He steps forward.*

- Papers. Please.

@Tank O The Lake

*Takes a step back*
Officer, if I may.
*Pulls back on my sleeve, revealing the necrotized flesh of my arm, oozing several different colors with hints of visible bone peeking through*
It's extraordinarily contagious, even through PPE. You understand, I try to avoid contact with others as much as I can.

Myriad Reality

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- They're handing them out at the ration dispensaries. Ashstorms gettin' bad this time of year.

*He cocks his head.*

- You new here, kid?

@Tank O The Lake

No sir, I might guess the best way to put it is that I try to avoid crowded places like that. Best to not make a scene, and I can't say I'm well liked around these parts.

Myriad Reality

Haha. *smirks* Funny

@darkred

Well, what can we do for ya? Just stopping by?

Myriad Reality

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*The cop looks you up and down. For a second, he stands there, unreadable behind an opaque visor.*

COP: You don't have a gas mask on you.

@Tank O The Lake

I'm afraid I'm too poor to afford one after it was stolen, sir.

Myriad Reality

It's been a long time. I haven't been here in a long time.

@darkred

Myriad Reality

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*Union is a city of dark metal and glittering lights. This late, not many people are out, and those who are seem rather unwilling to talk, choosing to pull their coats tighter against themselves and pass by without a word. Perhaps the most personable encounter Victor gets is a meeting with a vaguely Zamboni-esque street cleaning robot, which chimes cheerily as it approaches him on the sidewalk.*

ROBOT: Please stand clear. Thank you!

*It continues on its merry way once Victor steps aside. Most of the stores seem to be still open, but not many people are inside; glittering advertisements and peppy announcers ring a little hollow when they aren't attracting anyone. Victor passes by a coffee shop that appears to have become the home of a few enforcers in the same insectile suits of armor seen in the video I showed, currently enjoying a late-night cup of joe. They look up to see him pass, and one rises from his seat, donning his riot helm and pushing open the door.*

COP: Hey. Hey, you. Long hair.

@Tank O The Lake

Mm?
*Turns to the officer*
Ah, hello there.