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Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:653/1030 MP:1426/1490 SP:336/336





Annnnnd there it was. Lew befriended snake anthro NPCs. Of course. Didn't explain why he was being so weird about it, but Stanislaw assumed the fucker was just larping really hard. Or, well, since they were in-game, just RPing.

Raime's chat provided an alternate explanation. Sure, Lew/Lugh could be brainwashed. It was certainly a possibility. But in his own mind, it was equally as likely the dramatic little clown was just putting on a show. Ugh.

The whole matter with the adult tracks didn't help, either. Unbeknowst to Amulak, his thoughts mirrored Klein's. What the fuck were they still doing here? They had xp and loot to grind for, damn it.

Amulak: At this point, I don't give a fuck what we do as long as we get some kind of xp or loot to make our time out here worth it. Unlike Lew, I'm not here just for the snake tits.


"Incentive is sounding good, yes." Juxtaposed with the fact that he was entirely capable of using perfect English in text, it was looking more and more likely that Amulak's heavy dialect and diction was put upon purely for shits and giggles.

"We risk own behinds for your benefit, is only fair we receive some kind of commensurate reward, yes? No one in world ever do something for free, unless it for family."
In -FV- 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
"Sure, why not?" Jin-Sun shrugged, leaning back in his chair as he finished the last of his protein shake. "You're part of the crew, Mason, so don't worry about it. I'd be happy to meet your granddaughter."

He didn't have that many preparations to make without more detailed information, so a generalized loadout would have to do. And that wouldn't take particularly long at all. More than enough time to simply hang out and relax before the big mission. Damn, but did he miss that. After years of the whole..cyborg thing, the last time he'd gotten to just chill with the guys was probably back when he was just a PMC grunt. And before that was high school. Damn, but that was depressing. Back to the matter at hand.

"Karaoke and dinner sound good to me. Divey crap diner sounds even better, too. If we can't get the real deal in Shanhu, there's always Denny's International House of Waffles. I know everyone over the age of forty complains that it's worse than it was before the double buyout and triple merger, but it's still an option if we want a crappy diner."
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:653/1030 MP:1401/1490 SP:336/336





Amulak just sighed again, his level of mald decreasing ever so slowly. On the bright side, at least there wasn't anything seriously wrong with his good buddy. On the still fucking annoying side...

"Lew, the last time we see you, you throw huge bitchfit and cut all contact. No shit we were somewhat concerned." The necromancer groused, shaking his head. "In any case, you good now? Looks like you calm. If yes, sure, I'm good to do quest. Finally, can get some xp out of this shitshow of session."

He swapped to party chat, reading it over briefly before chiming in with a message of his own.

[Amulak]: the fucker's fine
[Amulak]: I dunno whether to be saltier at the NPC for sending us on a literal nothingburger quest or at Lew for being like this in the first place
[Amulak]: the last time we spoke to this clown he raged out for a minute about something none of us knew anything about and went dark
[Amulak]: fuck me
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:653/1030 MP:1376/1490 SP:336/336





Oh for fuck's sake. They come all this way, go through multiple maps of bullshit, nearly get wiped by a high level player that just happened to be feeling nice enough to not actually kick their shit in, all to just find Lew chilling? God. Fucking. Damn it.

Amulak audibly groaned, letting Raime go on his tirade while he buried his face into one palm. Motherfucker.

Once Raime's spiel was finished, Amulak stepped up, just looking moderately irritated at this point.

"What Raime said." He said in an equally low tone, consciously avoiding trying to alert anything in the area by shouting. "Even fucking computer think you behave in way that something was wrong. Swear to God, next time this shit happens, we not following up on NPC request. What the fuck are you even doing here anyway? Look to me like you just sitting here, jacking off in field doing nothing."
In -FV- 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jin-Sun leaned back in his chair, considering the options available to the Five at the moment. Body-modders and Luddite cults were an issue, to be sure, but both Yesterday's Promise and PSYBLOC seemed like greater threats. Given his history with the Thremonts, Yesterday's Promise would be his natural choice, but...

"As much as I'd like to say I want to tackle Yesterday's Promise, biased as I am, Runa's right. Magical situations are a bit out of our depth at the moment. Might have to expand this to the Final Six and find a magical specialist." He chuckled, folding his arms.

"I'm with Tian-Gui, though. PSYBLOC's a concern. I'm not saying the rest aren't potential threats at the moment, but that's all they are: potential. Nothing else here compares to ten thousand square miles just outright up and disappearing. In theory, we could split off into smaller groups to handle more of these threats at once, but I don't think that's such a good idea right now. Russia's a complete unknown, and going in blind with a reduced force could lead to disaster."
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:653/1030 MP:1351/1490 SP:336/336





Good news, they found Lew's dumb ass finally. Better news, they were in an area that Amulak could take advantage of, what with all the corpses ripe for necromancing and whatnot.

Bad news, the guy was just sitting there. Menacingly. Was Lew going to be a non-moron and just come back with them? Or was he going to reveal the depths of whatever new obsession or larp he had now and try to pull some shit?

Amulak simply nodded in response to Raime, starting to step forward at his question.

"I will tag along. Want to see what stupid shit Lew is doing this time, yes? Besides, I have advantage here. Many corpses to use."
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:653/1030 MP:1326/1490 SP:336/336





Purging the darkness for the sake of his goddess...? Yeah, fuck it, that sounded like Lew anyways. Roll with it. Amulak shrugged with the unaffected nature of someone who hadn't just come close to getting his shit kicked in hard. Well, harder than it had already been. He'd been handed worse defeats in his pro gaming career. Outside of his last match, there was the time he'd shown up to IEM Katowice hung over as hell after partying hard the night before and threw a perfectly winnable match against that dickhead Canadian about six years back. Man, had that been a shitshow.

"Information is very helpful, thank you. That is probably dumbass we are searching for. Don't suppose you can point us in direction of underground village?
In -FV- 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In truth, Jin-Sun hadn't been around to witness the first few days of the world's reaction. After they'd landed back in Japan, Jin-Sun had immediately shipped himself off for repairs to his cyborg chassis, considering the damage he'd suffered from fighting Thremont and removing his safety limiters. With Iphie's permission, he and Anfisa had gone over the cyborg research retrieved from Heavyware, copying the Liquid Aurorum muscle fuel that had been used into his systems. Even with Anfisa's expertise, there hadn't been much time to copy the system besides using it to give Jin-Sun a temporary boost whenever it was activated. And there was the matter of reconstructing his sword that Runa had somehow broken. Fortunately, the blueprints to his sword had been in Heavyware's servers, and reconstructing it was only a matter of using enough Aurorum.

Once he was finished with being repaired and upgraded, Jin-Sun took full advantage of his hologram projector to completely dodge the media, allowing him to go through Shanhu without being noticed. He wasn't exactly comfortable with all this media attention, especially considering he was mainly a stealth specialist. Still, he leveraged his fame for a single interview in which he emphasized the amount of innocents Heavyware had kidnapped and experimented on, calling attention to the need to find these people and aid them. If he was going to be famous regardless, he might as well make use of it.

Without anything resembling a 9-to-5 job or schooling to deal with, Jin-Sun largely spent his time off watching wrestling and having to explain to his friends and family from his old life exactly what had happened to him after he'd signed up to be a PMC, considering Heavyware had listed him as KIA after they'd taken him in for experimentation.

He hadn't thought this through.

In the years since he'd broken out, he'd never tried to contact his parents or his previously close friends out of fear that Heavyware would have found out and tracked them down. Meeting his parents again had been...awkward. Still, at least he'd departed on relatively good terms, explaining exactly what had happened to him and why he'd never gotten in contact.

___

It had been a relaxing few weeks ever since. Considering he'd never hung around the old penthouse that much, the move to what was now dubbed Fort Five wasn't particularly jarring for him. It certainly beat the apartment he'd been using before John had recruited him. But now he was comfortably set up within headquarters.

Jin-Sun sat at the dining table, listening to John's briefing as he mixed instant coffee into his chocolate-flavored protein shake. After the informant finished, the cyborg ninja calmly sipped his ad-hoc mocaccino protein through a straw, thinking the situation over. All of the potential hires sounded like useful and much welcomed additions to the team, so he didn't particularly have a problem there. As for the leads...

"It'll be good to get back into action." Jin-Sun grunted as he reached for the folder, starting to flip through it. "One more person shows up asking me for another interview, I'm going off-grid for a few weeks. Anyways, all the potential hires sound good, although I wouldn't mind talking with your supply chain candidate when she comes in. Could use a few upgrades on my equipment."

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:653/1030 MP:1301/1490 SP:336/336





Oh. Oh, shit. This was a player they were attacking? And one clearly noticably higher level than them. Crap. That's awkward. Thankfully, whoever this was didn't seem particularly bothered, nor did he take it too personally. Probably because they were so much weaker than the guy.

Yeah, no. He wasn't continuing on with this if they had the option to end it here. If there was nothing else to be done for the day, he'd be all for trying his luck against this dude for shits and giggles, but they still had a dumbass to find. Amulak groaned slightly as he extricated himself from the wall he was hurled through, raising both his hands in a concillatory gesture.

"Our bad, our bad." He coughed, still working through the pain. "Like he say, we thought you were mini-boss or some shit local to area. If we were not already on task, I would want to keep going, can only learn PvP by doing. But we are looking for dipshit friend of ours. Don't suppose you have seen someone around here horny for snake ladies?"
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:653/1030 MP:1300/1490 SP:336/336





"Oh fu-" Was all Amulak could get out after his shields fell and the fucker attacking him just kept going.

"Ow." He groaned as he reeled from being slammed into the wall, the loud asswipe's hand still on his throat. Amulak narrowed his eyes as he collected himself, trying to formulate a way out of his situation. That entire sequence of events had taken out about a third of his HP so far, and that was with one of the hits mostly blunted. Fuck him, he really needed to invest in some hybrid shit later. Or find corpses. God damn, he really needed to find something to make Weisshaupt worth using.

"Hands off, dickhead." Amulak rasped through the grip on his throat, using his words to form an incantation and fire off a Mana Bolt juiced up with both Mana Control and Adept of Curse. Twice, with Parallel Incantation. Pew, pew.

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