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The Parallel Campaign - An Expansive Spacefaring RPG

Symacchus twitches a digital numbered eye at the term AI. No, I am not AI. I was a living being, however now I simply am. There are some similarities but most AI do not possess free will. For my purposes however, if it makes it simple for you, consider the condition however seems most suitable."

The Dr activates the hololens in the hand-held device casting the image of a Kyrema into the dark room. Walking the image around to give it the resemblance of life might reassure the human that everything is alright. No need for the Sentinel to overwork his organic processor trying to comprehend. "The decision to inform the Monitor is yours. Personally secrecy sounds like a fair option. I do not enjoy interacting with command. Input the details you require and data will be amalgamated."

The holograph winking out and the infomorph now only present by sound Sym hopes this display has demonstrated his good will for Sentinel Catella. Ah, did not list his own requirements in order to advance the research. Nevermind. Best not overload the poor man just after learning of Sym's existence.

Data-log:108223-5:Contact-Successful:Sentinel Catella-Research Agreement:::In return for operations intelligence the human Atellus will provide Sym with a willing research subject for further observations:::Research Appendices A-Operation Intelligence-Encryption/File Security Established:Infolog.

@Brocktree

Circus of Hunters

Well I am going to unsub for now my list is getting unmanageable. If something does crop up let me know.

[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

@Traps No problem. Just trying to get back into the swing after the several day hiatus.

Curiosity and the Cat

(Reginald Winthrop):The investigator is speaking to you. 'Sails temporary reverie is broken by the PI's question and he turns his magnified gaze to the man, "I cannot possess time. As it does not exist, perhaps soon." (Constance Ferrier):To resolve involvement with authority recommendation: cooperation. Smiling the medtech flourishes a hand in front of him and addresses Mr. Reynolds real question, "Playbeings are complex and wonderfully designed creatures, everything like the finest clockwork (Jeremiah Thorne):Waste of time, kill the dick for spare parts, or firewood." 'Sail practically screeches in the middle of talking, "QUIET DOWN." Breathing a sigh of relief he continues on as if uninterrupted, "and the clockwork itself designed of only the finest gems and precious metals."

Reaching over to click open his bag he reaches inside pulling out a pocket watch and begins disassembling the device. "There are too many reasons. She is here. Existing. That is sufficient to determine cause. Be careful asking questions Investigator Reynolds, you might get answers."

Piecing the watch carefully and rapidly back together 'Sail hands it to the detective. "Time is a tool. A simultaneously simple and vastly complex construct of humanity. Tools are meant to be used. Although I would wager... glancing at the playbeing she is in short supply." Should he tell the PI that seeing such a lovely creature down here is an ill omen? Snapping his bag closed and sweeping his hat back onto his head the medtech surveys the room. What is out of place besides the playbeing? Look for the vital signs.

@Traps

The Parallel Campaign - An Expansive Spacefaring RPG

"As to what I am Sentinel, to be precise I am a dataform. If you are not familiar with the term it is a being made of data, or an infomorph if you will. No physical body. My allegiance is to the Vanguard as a research and intelligence analyst. Although not many people beyond the Monitor know of my existence. If you will allow me to continue my research then there are a variety of things my current form allows me to do that are helpful." Symacchus patches over the screen of the hand-held displaying a face comprised of scrolling numbers and algorithms, "Access for electronics and neuranet connections is but a small fraction of functionality. Looking forward to the research collaboration." The face on the display appears inquisitive and waits for a response from Sentinel Catella.

@Brocktree

[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

Nov 1, 2017 - Serpent's Lair - 1:13 PM

Sol raises a glass for Benril. Man was a useful garbage fire but that's no reason to be disrespectful of the dead. After slugging the booze back he rises to his feet, entirely too steady, the high is wearing off. Only one tab left of the last batch of medicine. Well now, seeing as Benny boy had the good taste to die close by... Sol walks over to the body just as soon as Vito takes off. That Vito is a decent enough detective but there is useful evidence left. Useful for a man who is looking for a fix anyway. Rummaging through Benrils pockets Sol comes up with a small key, one made for a pad lock, knowing where the dead dealers stash is has solved one problem today. Glancing around and deciding to cover the action, not that anyone gives a shit, he says, "Just collecting some evidence, nothing to see here." Glancing over at Drake Sol winks and heads for the door.

Tucking the key into his jacket and taking a long drag from his fresh cigar Sol allows himself a little smile. Today is shaping up pretty good. Now if any of Benrils little runners get in his way a good scrape will make the rest of the day a gas. Feeling so good, Sol even considers doing some real detective work. Might even see if ol' Vito needs any help.

Nov 1, 2017 - Benrils Home Address - 1:45 PM

Heading off into the slums checking his piece the cannon is loaded and ready to roar. He hardly ever needs the gun. Most people don't stand toe to toe with the hulking detective. Not for long anyway. Ah, here we are Shithole Street Hovel #2, chuckling to himself Sol drops the other tab of acid onto his tongue and rolls his neck. The bone crunching pop that emits itself is satisfying. Looking across the street as the world starts to seep in a cacophony of color and swirling art. Sol builds up a head of steam and charges across the street straight for the front of the building.

Crashing through the front door.. and wall. Flying debris has stunned a runty little punk trying to get into Benris stash. Judging by the groaning he has landed on the mans accomplice also. Brushing a chunk of wood off his coat Sol drags the cigar out of his mouth and grabs the front of the thugs shirt,"Kick rocks shitheel, before I give you the hard goodbye." The man nearly breaks himself scrambling out of what is left of the building. Pulling the key from his pocket and opening the lockbox, it really is such a lovely day to be alive.

The Parallel Campaign - An Expansive Spacefaring RPG

Data-log:108223-4:Communication-Attempt 1:::Hopefully the Sentinel is not adverse to working with me because of dataform circumstances.::: Injection-Hand-held Net-Successful:Infolog. (Emitting from the hand-held net interface)"Sentinel Catella, forgive my intrusion, I am Dr. Metoros. In the process of conducting research of human interactions with alternate species your data has become interesting. Would you be amenable to my accompanying you on the mission assigned by the Monitor?"

Sym waits patiently for a response, after all time is an illusion, especially because of his circumstances. The interaction of all species with the construct of time is a constant source of amusement. They run about as if everything is moving so quickly. Perhaps the research will prove to the collected masses that time is nothing more than a useful tool.

Data-log:108224-1:Observation-Time:Subject-Interaction:Existence-Negligible:::Need to find a metric for disproving the measurement of the costruct of time, simple enough for common consumption.:::Research-Ongoing:Infolog.

Delta Green: Whispers in the Darkness, Occult Action and Intrigue

Apologies all, I am running wild with work recently. @Leidenschaft Love your setting, was really hoping to get into it but I feel like there are other players waiting with the time to do it justice. Hopefully catch you all around sometime but I will bow out of this game.

[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

Nov 1, 2017 - Serpent's Lair - 12:36 PM

Sol sways to his feet from the bar stool, cigar almost burned down, and stamps his way across the pub to Benril. Might as well mess with him while he's still alive. "Hey Benny, since your on short time, how 'bout you give me a discount. I'll be here for a bit so don't think too hard on it, wouldn't want your brain to catch on fire." Laughing at his own joke Solomon heads back for the bar reaching into his pocket for a few crumpled up bills. "I'll have the rest of my tab for you soon Drake, but another brew wouldn't hurt my feelings if your feeling generous."

Waiting for the possibility of a drink he snuffs out the old cigar and slides another one out of his jacket pocket. Have to get back to work sometime soon. Money from the last job is about to dry up. Might should have just done the little girl. Shaking his head Sol smiles a weary smile, not his style.

Delta Green: Whispers in the Darkness, Occult Action and Intrigue

Sorry, I've been stuck out on location for several days. Should be back in the office around lunch and will flesh out the CS to tie up my loose ends.