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D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

If Warren decides to run, he'll spell his own doom. But would Jamil attack if he doesn't?

To Safira's mind there's obviously a connection between the girl and Warren and he does appear sick with worry about her. The girl is hysterical making black goo raining down on everybody. So maybe Warren can calm her down. That's Safira's reasoning anyway. @The Harbinger of Ferocity

I suppose he could do that while still bound. Though I know I wouldn't feel very reassured by a bound individual

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@Guardian Angel Haruki Okay... Can I, as a free action, cut Warren free and send him off to calm Callie down?

Would my full speed get me to Bernie skirting around the greasy stuff? If not I would like to take a running start and mayhap jump over the stinky, smelly stuff, get to Bernie and attack him only to knock him out. No lethal damage.

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Sinth sat in the briefing room of Outfit's headquarters to district 10. Her AI processing capabilities allowing her to divide her attention between the presentation being held for her's and a couple of other teams and the still fresh in her mind and heart loss of Trill. Many of the android and AI haters out there claimed that synthetic intelligences were incapable of genuine human emotion. That they could only emulate them. Imitate. To her mind that was the ultimate of praises. Because in the end it was within her parameters and core ideas to do well in the imitation game. Because to successfully emulate or imitate emotion, one needed to understand emotion. And to understand emotion meant one was capable of it. Because it was in the nature of emotion to be understood by emotion.

The AI blinked once, twice and directed her full processing power towards the briefing. Kranz, one of the higher level Outfit commanders was just wrapping up his overview of executed missions, objectives achieved and final results. Kranz, like Sinth herself, was among the proponents for less destructive and violent methods, and he was happy to announce that the Outfit was slowly beginning to lose the stigma of terrorists. Well, at least among the ones it was actually trying to help. The Outfit would always be terrorists in the eyes of the Corporations. Sinth didn't really care what the Corps thought. As long as the people, organic and synthetic alike, didn't believe them some violent monsters out to prove their point at whatever cost. It was hard trying to save someone who looked upon you with abject horror.

"Sinth." Kranz addressed the AI. "I have a job for your team." The Outfit commander brought the AI's attention to himself. "I'm sure you've all heard by this point about Ori's party to be held in district 12." He looked over every member of Sinth's team. "Of course there's the PR info on the event. The introduction of Ori, JPN-22’s first corporate venture into EuroCorp. But we don't care about that. We've overheard chatter that an android, serving as the main attraction at the party, would be given off to some sleezer and be made to do the gods only know what."

Kranz looked at Sinth. He knew she had a soft spot for rescuing androids and shackled AIs. "This information hasn't been confirmed. So I need you guys to get your buts to District 12 and put your ears to the ground for a couple of days. Find out what's what. Report back so we can make a plan of action. We don't want no blood bath or war zones. If there's rescuing to be had I want this done clean and neat." He gave each and every person in the room a pointed look before nodding. "Right then, carry on." He dismissed the briefing and cyborgs, androids and organics alike began filing out.

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Sinth was hunkered down on the roof top of a run down building with direct line of sight to the locale where the Ori party was being held right this very moment. Her team was situated at various key points according to the extraction plan. Their mission, to intercept the poor android who was to be given off into practical slavery upon exiting the building with their knew 'owner'. While her eyes observed and recorded from her high vantage point any pertinent visual information, Sinth's internal processor scoured the net for any and all information that could benefit the Outfit. One message in the public chats caught her attention. It read: "𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒗𝒂, s𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁-𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒍 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖺 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔." It took the AI negligible amount of time and processing power to decrypt the message and find out its true meaning. Hmm, this looks interesting. A data grab right during Ori's party. Coincidence? Highly unlikely. Sinth alerted Kranz to the message's location and marked it as a point of interest. In the meantime she sent a response with coordinates where further instructions would be given so that the transaction could be completed.

This way, if it proved to be an elaborate trap, Sinth could prepare accordingly. And if not, the Outfit had staked their claim on the infocash for the time being. Nothing more could be done at the moment but sit and wait. On both accounts.

The Institute: A Sci Fi Story About The Supporting Cast

*is intrigued by the space-y Warehouse 13 vibes she's getting from this*

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@Sierra Thanks *blush*

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*blooped a thing in IC for all the impatient ones to keep them busy for a lil while*

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Sinth lay on her bed, lost in thought. The experience was not new to her and yet it felt new every single time. It was one of the experiences of being corporeal she feared the most when she was offered this body for the first time. She was concerned that she would get lost in the pleasures of carnal sensations and would abandon the flights of the mind she'd so enjoyed while existing as code. And yet, here she lay, the battle battered body of Trill, sprawled across her own, and her mind was soaring, while her own flesh luxuriated in that sweet physical satisfaction. A slight smile played across her lips readily assaulted by inquisitive synthetic fingers.

"In times like these I regret not having nerve endings on this piece of junk." Trill murmured, her lips caressing Sinth's skin above her left breast. "You're lips are fucking gorgeous! I wish I could feel their warmth on my fingertips." She whispered wistfully, withdrawing her hand and straightening to a sitting position in the bed. She looked down at Sinth. Her still human eyes shining with a hidden emotion. Overcome she averted her gaze and made a move to get up.

"I never want you to leave." A quiet voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

"I know." Trill answered, a tremor in her voice. "And that is why I leave." She stood up. "I'm wrong for you on so many levels." The cyborg female quietly sobbed and quickly exited the room before she had time to reconsider.

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Sinth sat in bed, pondering. Trill was a member of the Outfit, just like her, but operated mainly out of district 13. They both felt the attraction as soon as they'd met. And in the interest of working together on occasion, tried to fight it. But the body wanted what the body needed. One evening after a life or death situation they'd felt the age old need to reaffirm life through love. After that their relationship had progressed on an on again, off again basis. Their bodies spoke where their minds felt unable or unwilling. But whereas Sinth was at peace with herself and what she was, Trill suffered from unending internal turmoil. She could not forgive the injustice meted out against augments and androids, and yet she hated her own modifications for robing her of the senses she once possessed and could experience the world around her with.

The AI had tried a number of times to aid Trill in rediscovering her new senses. Teach her to experience the world as a cyborg, rather than as an un-augmented human, but the blocks the other woman had placed upon her consciousness were too strong. Not wanting to become a project for Sinth and risk the affection between them turning sour, Trill had decided for both of them to move on. Brake up. Stop! She'd requested one last night to end it all with a pleasant memory and Sinth had agreed, thinking she would have been able to dissuade Trill from her intentions. She was wrong. The AI sat in bed, unable to cry, but desperately wishing she could. She wondered if synthetic intelligence had no soul, why hers hurt so much. Her stark white eyes tracked to the end-table at the far side of the bedroom. The simple urn, placed in the middle, answering her question.

Sinth got up from the bed and walked to the urn. A silvery plaque read: 'Trill Sumner/2163-2200/Beloved'

A knock on the door pulled Sinth's attention from the urn. "Beloved." She whispered, grazing the plaque with the fingertips of her synthetic hand.

Cold!

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@Genni "Sweetheart, if there is poking to be had, it would come from me." Says with a deceptively begnin expression on her angular android face.

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@Genni Oh, come now She's a 123 year old AI, she knows better than to allow herself to get poked by unwelcomed appendages

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@Genni I mean... With her personality, it would take an awful lot of Susie to provoke Sinth into a face off But who knows