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Madoka fights the Illuminati (PMMM) [DEAD]
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"DO YOU WANT TO SPLIT UP, OR GO TOGETHER?"
You reply appropriately, given the bustle:
"TOGETHER!"
And so, Binbou-chan led you on her quest for... drugs.
There really wasn't any other way to call it. Nootropics, they might be called, but drugs were drugs, no matter what subcategory they were.
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At the Von Langenstein stall, Binbou-chan dishes out an outrageous amount of money, roughly 80000 yen for an equally outrageous box full of nootropics, specifically, surplus medical trial "Odin" pills along with a variety of other strange pills. You were surprised that the rumours called her poor, although she might have been saving them up for it, so who knows?
Your mind then turns to Mrs Momoe. She also took Odin pills and in doing so became deathly ill.
"Are you sure they're safe?"
"The stallholder, mind you, officially from the company, swallowed them left and right. What are you, some kind of tinfoil-hat? If it was dangerous, the stallholder wouldn't have done that. Hell, you can even have some of it."
Binbou-chan takes out several bottle of nootropics and other drugs, stacking them side by side.
She gives you several 120-pill bottles of "Schnell 1.5x", "Kraft", "Pseudo-Schlaf" and the classic "Odin", respectively a thought accelerator, a painkiller-strength enhancer, a sleep replacement and a nootropic-proper.
You stuff them into Von Schoenkopf. "Thank you." is your reply to her.
"Excuse me then, I will be leaving early. I can't wait to do homework while on them."
Binbou-chan gets on her way, waving you goodbye.
You reciprocate.
Naturally, you are quite dumbfounded on what to do next.
[] "To the computer hardware stall it is!"
[] The bionics exhibition.
[] Go into the bathroom and take a cocktail of the drugs.
-[] What mix?
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20000000 yen (400000 on person)
AMMUNITION:
- 34:120 5.56 NATO
- Zero incendiary 40mm grenades
April Saturday the 2nd, 4:00 pm
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The people who named it a conference were drunk, it's actually a convention.
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There's backstage for a convention too!
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[X] Go into the bathroom and take a cocktail of the drugs.
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Vote Tally : LotIM: Mater Malum Illuminata Junko (PMMM) | Page 22 | Questionable Questing
##### NetTally 1.5.9
[X] See if you can sneak into the backstage to see what's happening.
-[X] Look to see where they store the samples and other exciting things?
No. of Votes: 1
Adyen
[X] Go into the bathroom and take a cocktail of the drugs.
No. of Votes: 1
Snake/Eater
Total No. of Voters: 2
##### NetTally 1.5.9
[X] See if you can sneak into the backstage to see what's happening.
-[X] Look to see where they store the samples and other exciting things?
No. of Votes: 1
Adyen
[X] Go into the bathroom and take a cocktail of the drugs.
No. of Votes: 1
Snake/Eater
Total No. of Voters: 2
Side Story #011 - Engine
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Side Story #011 - Engine
Shaking, tears rolling down his eyes, newly promoted Master-rank Illuminist SY-662 sat on a sofa, waiting for the in-house psychiatrist to attend him. Covering his ears, as if the anguished screaming of the dead were condemning him, the tears continued as did his body's own tremoring. The fact was, SY-662 just had a quintuple promotion, from the newbie rank, Noviciate to Master rank. A 2nd lieutenant in the the Syrian Arab Army, after the nuclear bombing of the hometown of the assailant who attacked a distant high-ranking affiliate in East Asia, his mission was to lead the "cleanup" of the razed remains.
In other words, that meant shooting the survivors.
The door hinges creaked as SY-863 made her entrance.
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For a Master, SY-662 was very tearful. Given that he was just a noviciate, it was no surprise, however.
"...when I tore the baby from her arms, she dug in with her nails!"
And so, her counseling began, her wisdom piercing through her glasses with a glare.
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With enough counseling, SY-662's tears began to stop. His pupils were dilated, having received SY-862's wisdom.
"And so what have you learnt today?"
"I only need to stop thinking that killing carries any moral weight."
"Correct, young Master. Shooting a person..."
"Is merely injecting lead into them at a high enough velocity to alter the gears and cogs of the engine that is human history."
"And what else?"
"I need to stop thinking that human lives have any inherent, special worth. My life is just another can of fuel to power the engine."
"Correct."
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Side Story #011 - Engine
Shaking, tears rolling down his eyes, newly promoted Master-rank Illuminist SY-662 sat on a sofa, waiting for the in-house psychiatrist to attend him. Covering his ears, as if the anguished screaming of the dead were condemning him, the tears continued as did his body's own tremoring. The fact was, SY-662 just had a quintuple promotion, from the newbie rank, Noviciate to Master rank. A 2nd lieutenant in the the Syrian Arab Army, after the nuclear bombing of the hometown of the assailant who attacked a distant high-ranking affiliate in East Asia, his mission was to lead the "cleanup" of the razed remains.
In other words, that meant shooting the survivors.
The door hinges creaked as SY-863 made her entrance.
---
For a Master, SY-662 was very tearful. Given that he was just a noviciate, it was no surprise, however.
"...when I tore the baby from her arms, she dug in with her nails!"
And so, her counseling began, her wisdom piercing through her glasses with a glare.
---
With enough counseling, SY-662's tears began to stop. His pupils were dilated, having received SY-862's wisdom.
"And so what have you learnt today?"
"I only need to stop thinking that killing carries any moral weight."
"Correct, young Master. Shooting a person..."
"Is merely injecting lead into them at a high enough velocity to alter the gears and cogs of the engine that is human history."
"And what else?"
"I need to stop thinking that human lives have any inherent, special worth. My life is just another can of fuel to power the engine."
"Correct."
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Old LotIM Side Story #001
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Old LotIM Side Story #001
Article: The cell structure of the modern Illuminati is inherently tied to its rank system, which acts as a check on any Illuminati operative gaining too much power and then subsequently imploding on that power, exposing the entirety of the Illuminati. Indeed, ever since the age of modern conspiracy theories, the Illuminati has capitalised on this cell system to make tying all the threads of the greater conspiracy practically impossible to an outsider. Indeed, the typical human tool carrying out the Illuminati's actions does not even know that their actions further the goals of the Illuminati or that there is even one. To this day, Weishaupt's maxim of "...to control them without dominating them" remains true. Once the Illuminati started on its theory of history in the 19th century through a certain young German philosopher who edited the Rheinische Zeitung, it could be said, arguably, that every single human being on the planet was under the control of the Illuminati.
Ending this digression, the ranks of the Illuminati are such:
So in ascending order in the modern Illuminati, these are the ranks: Noviciate, Minerval, Illuminatus minor, Apprentice, Companion, Master, Scottish Novice, Scottish Knight, Priest, Prince, Mage and finally Lord or Lady.
- Class I, "the nursery", consisting of Noviciate, Minerval and Illuminatus Minor.
- Class II "the masonic grades", which themselves were divided into the "blue lodge" grades of Apprentice, Companion, Master and the separate "Scottish grades" of Scottish Novice and Scottish Knight.
- Class III, the Mysteries, divided in the Lesser Mysteries, Priest and Prince, followed by the Greater Mysteries of Mage and King. Over the ages, "King" was corrupted into "Lords" and "Ladies" due to a reorganisation of the Illuminati, hence the existence of those terms.
So aside from playing Freemasons, what are the purpose of these ranks?
The purpose of these ranks is to prevent the Illuminati from turning into another generic cabal of moustache-twirling villains and to maintain secrecy, all the while maintaining as large a number of operatives as possible. How does this work?
All Illuminatists begin as Noviciates. From there, they must slowly climb up the ladder of Illuminatist ranks through their actions or actions that they have planned. They must conquer the ultimate meritocracy that allows no weakness or relent.
Those in the nursery, speaking generally, do not possess much authority or autonomy. Their duties are generally limited to sneaking, stealing and the gathering of intelligence. If there is the symbol of the Eye of Providence crudely spray painted outside of your window, you may blame it on a Noviciate who had a superior ridiculous enough to tell them and go tag the streets for the spreading of propaganda.
However, given sufficient acts of espionage and intrigue, they becomes a Minerval. They do not require explicit promotion from a superior. All they require is to list their numerous deeds in a journal and they promote themselves. As with the case of all other ranks, if an Illuminatist fabricates their deeds, this tends to show quite quickly due to a lack of skill. The vote of no confidence among the Lords and Ladies is a recognition that any of them could be lying.
For a Minerval, simple acts of propaganda and inserting subliminal messaging through graffiti and media interference no longer suffice. Acts of theft and subterfuge must grow bolder to be acknowledged and a Minerval is expected to at least cause a regional disturbance to be recognised. The Minerval may then self-promote into an Illuminatus minor. In both these two lower grades, the only reward for their deeds is recognition and self-confidence given the large amount of deeds. Those who advance beyond these grades may be said to be truly devoted to the cause of the Illuminati beyond a few cabal jokes.
With sufficient amount of ever-bolder acts of theft and espionage, an Illuminatus minor finally finds themselves self-promoted to an Apprentice. From this point on, with careful consideration and discretion, they may start recruiting of their own accord as per convention. Recruits do not necessary have to be ultimately of inferior rank. In effect, this allows the Illuminati to have a pyramid structure. Apprentices may still find themselves committing their own acts of espionage and intrigue, but from this point on, Apprentices may take part of the credit of an action from their own subordinates. A massive house invasion ring probably indicates a young, ambitious Apprentice.
From Companion and Master onwards, the necessary deeds to promote oneself become increasingly darker. Theft and snooping no long qualify to promote an Illuminatist further. Deeds must now incorporate some element of violence or terror to count. Even the actions of sub-ordinates must involve some form of murder or terror for a superior of Companion or above to take credit. Arson and murder start becoming the norm for the ambitious Illuminatist. Scottish Knights and Scottish Master in particular, are responsible for events involving the degradation and destruction of hundreds of people.
Priests/Priestesses, Princes/Princesses and Mages ought to be feared. Those individuals who have managed to advance to this rank have caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands of enemies, directly or otherwise. By artificially causing famines, spreading disease, destroying economies, destroying world heritage or even melting down nuclear power plant reactors, these individuals commit these acts so as to shape the flow of human history. The only solace an Illuminatist of these ranks with an average conscience can find is alcohol, drugs or a form of detachment.
Those who have managed to advance to the rank of Lord or Lady could, in a Kantian sense, said to be the most evil people on Earth. These people have not only committed cause such events as famines and waves of terrorism, but they have triggered great wars or insurrections that have consumed millions of lives. They have stolen from tens of millions and have deprived a hundred times more of happiness or worth in this world. Indeed, not until the 20th century with the coming of WWI and its vast arsenals of death and destruction was the first Lord promoted. In this sense, it could be said that the early 21st century was an age of an exceptionally large amount of bloody people.
However, in the unwritten laws of the Illuminati, while the focus is indeed on negative actions causing death and deprivation, positive actions may also allow oneself to be promoted. To discover a new invention as an Illuminatist, to create a new work of theory, to bring charity to the needy, to modify historical circumstances to prevent a genocide, allowing millions to be born, these all bear as much weight as their opposite counterparts of theft and murder. Even then however, negative actions are somehow easier. Of all current Lords and Ladies, practically none of them could be said to have achieved their position through such acts of sainthood alone. Researchers have committed unethical acts and theorists have carried out their experiments on entire societies, irreversibly harming them. Only a severe moral detachment from their actions and extreme amounts of rationalization can protect the consciences of Lords and Ladies from implosion.
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Vote Tally : LotIM: Mater Malum Illuminata Junko (PMMM) | Page 22 | Questionable Questing
##### NetTally 1.5.9
[X] See if you can sneak into the backstage to see what's happening.
-[X] Look to see where they store the samples and other exciting things?
No. of Votes: 1
Adyen
[X] Go into the bathroom and take a cocktail of the drugs.
No. of Votes: 1
Snake/Eater
[X] The bionics exhibition.
-[X] Maybe there's something related to Overreach Industries?
No. of Votes: 1
Skelm
[X] "To the computer hardware stall it is!"
No. of Votes: 1
Dark Ness
Total No. of Voters: 4
##### NetTally 1.5.9
[X] See if you can sneak into the backstage to see what's happening.
-[X] Look to see where they store the samples and other exciting things?
No. of Votes: 1
Adyen
[X] Go into the bathroom and take a cocktail of the drugs.
No. of Votes: 1
Snake/Eater
[X] The bionics exhibition.
-[X] Maybe there's something related to Overreach Industries?
No. of Votes: 1
Skelm
[X] "To the computer hardware stall it is!"
No. of Votes: 1
Dark Ness
Total No. of Voters: 4
Slith10
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Not sure about what to vote for:
[] "To the computer hardware stall it is!"
We already have good hardware, but more wouldn't hurt.
[] The bionics exhibition.
-[] Maybe there's something related to Overreach Industries?
Considering the hand/etc were stored securely, unlikely.
[] See if you can sneak into the backstage to see what's happening.
-[] Look to see where they store the samples and other exciting things?
Gives us more of an idea of what is really happening here/possible access to 'better stuff' they may or may not be holding back for specific people.
We need to scan the drugs at some point to make sure they are what they claim to be, a good way of reducing problematic elements would be a 'faulty' shipment of drugs being 'relocated' by the people here.
[] "To the computer hardware stall it is!"
We already have good hardware, but more wouldn't hurt.
[] The bionics exhibition.
-[] Maybe there's something related to Overreach Industries?
Considering the hand/etc were stored securely, unlikely.
[] See if you can sneak into the backstage to see what's happening.
-[] Look to see where they store the samples and other exciting things?
Gives us more of an idea of what is really happening here/possible access to 'better stuff' they may or may not be holding back for specific people.
We need to scan the drugs at some point to make sure they are what they claim to be, a good way of reducing problematic elements would be a 'faulty' shipment of drugs being 'relocated' by the people here.
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My inspirations for the in-game Illuminati and characters associated with it
http://dragonball.wikia.com/wiki/Red_Ribbon_Army
http://batman.wikia.com/wiki/League_of_Shadows
http://typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Kiritsugu_Emiya
http://gundam.wikia.com/wiki/Bask_Om
http://batman.wikia.com/wiki/Bane_(Tom_Hardy)
http://gundam.wikia.com/wiki/Patrick_Zala
http://berserk.wikia.com/wiki/Griffith
https://gineipaedia.com/wiki/Reinhard_von_Lohengramm
http://utena.wikia.com/wiki/Akio_Ohtori
http://deusex.wikia.com/wiki/Illuminati
http://bioshock.wikia.com/wiki/Vox_Populi
EDIT: Also, if you can understand the League of Shadows from Batman, I think you can understand a significant portion of the Illuminati's beliefs.
http://dragonball.wikia.com/wiki/Red_Ribbon_Army
http://batman.wikia.com/wiki/League_of_Shadows
http://typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Kiritsugu_Emiya
http://gundam.wikia.com/wiki/Bask_Om
http://batman.wikia.com/wiki/Bane_(Tom_Hardy)
http://gundam.wikia.com/wiki/Patrick_Zala
http://berserk.wikia.com/wiki/Griffith
https://gineipaedia.com/wiki/Reinhard_von_Lohengramm
http://utena.wikia.com/wiki/Akio_Ohtori
http://deusex.wikia.com/wiki/Illuminati
http://bioshock.wikia.com/wiki/Vox_Populi
EDIT: Also, if you can understand the League of Shadows from Batman, I think you can understand a significant portion of the Illuminati's beliefs.
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Side Story #012 - Relief
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Side Story #012 - Relief
A prisoner in her own home, there was not much she could do but watch and guide. Oriko Mikuni's role was that of a lighthouse piercing through the mist of probabilities that obscured the future of her city, or rather, her liege's city. Delving into the future, especially after that little declaration of hers in her bedroom, became a little bit more interesting. It was also rather disturbing.
So what were the variables at play here?
Firstly, how much she involved herself with the ribbons. Secondly, how she handled those four. Thirdly, how deep the relationship was between liege and vassal.
The future got a little brighter, a little less bloodier. The probabilities of staving off that great purge doubled in size. From around a 0.5% chance, to a 1% chance, Madoka Kaname had the capability to stop the bloodshed the ones who professed the light dream of, "accelerationism" as they put it.
Putting down her cup of tea, Oriko's face turned towards the window.
One percent was still a chance. Not every variable had been accounted for.
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Vote Tally : LotIM: Mater Malum Illuminata Junko (PMMM) | Page 22 | Questionable Questing
##### NetTally 1.5.9
[X] See if you can sneak into the backstage to see what's happening.
-[X] Look to see where they store the samples and other exciting things?
No. of Votes: 1
Adyen
[X] Go into the bathroom and take a cocktail of the drugs.
No. of Votes: 1
Snake/Eater
[X] The bionics exhibition.
-[X] Maybe there's something related to Overreach Industries?
No. of Votes: 1
Skelm
[X] "To the computer hardware stall it is!"
No. of Votes: 1
Dark Ness
Total No. of Voters: 4
##### NetTally 1.5.9
[X] See if you can sneak into the backstage to see what's happening.
-[X] Look to see where they store the samples and other exciting things?
No. of Votes: 1
Adyen
[X] Go into the bathroom and take a cocktail of the drugs.
No. of Votes: 1
Snake/Eater
[X] The bionics exhibition.
-[X] Maybe there's something related to Overreach Industries?
No. of Votes: 1
Skelm
[X] "To the computer hardware stall it is!"
No. of Votes: 1
Dark Ness
Total No. of Voters: 4
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...
[X] See if you can sneak into the backstage to see what's happening.
-[X] Look to see where they store the samples and other exciting things?
I suppose Tuxedo Mask means we aren't going to get wrecked in the next couple of updates, so lets go with that.
[X] See if you can sneak into the backstage to see what's happening.
-[X] Look to see where they store the samples and other exciting things?
I suppose Tuxedo Mask means we aren't going to get wrecked in the next couple of updates, so lets go with that.
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Votes locked commencing write up. That was one long impasse.
Also:
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It means we're now going to be the masked savior that comes sweeping in with a dramatic SWISH of a cape and rose!
Edit: Oh right, and the whole Prince of Earth thing, but who cares about that when we can look dashingly handsome while capering on moonlight? (I'm actually surprised we didn't become the Moonlight Knight instead!)
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You opt to wander around. You come by a pamphlet detailing the events that are going on at the conference. As you pick it up, your eyes catch sight on an event that's going to happen soon.
"Advanced Neural-Linked Bionics - Curing Disability Forever?" You mouth those words as you read over the event, a discussion structured as a TED talk. As your eyes read onwards, it becomes clear that the presenter is going to actually show off a bionic hand or two, albeit not grafted onto a person.
The whining you heard from the violinist boy was so distinct, you could still hear it in your memories. If he kept on whining like that, he was going to give someone a lot of trouble...
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Having sneaked into a guard booth, you change into a disguise. You make your way to the auditorium without further ado. After quickly scanning the name of the person who is to do the talk, you sneak your way into the backstage dressing rooms, ready to "tax" a left bionic arm. It wasn't theft per se, it was a principled appropriation, so it was taxation, not theft. At least, that was how you justified it.
Bound to the shadows as always.you crawled into the room. There was a swivel-seated guy adjusting his gloves in the dressing room, but of course, he was just another civilian, so you sneaked further in. You finally procure a plain box labelled "OVERREACH INDUSTRIES - LEFT BIONIC HAND".
With your feet, you started resuming your ballet of shadows to get right out of there.
"Kaname Madoka, the little thief who's been plundering about in KC Tower. I can actually see through your little circus trick. The door's locked, mind you." The chair turned about. Lo and behold, it was a lanky guy in a mismatched suit, slightly short sleeves as it were, a half-mask, all topped with a fedora.
If you had the time, you would've cringed for his sake.
[] Parley with him.
[] Mock him.
[] Transform and threaten him.
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April Saturday the 2nd, 5:00 pm
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"Advanced Neural-Linked Bionics - Curing Disability Forever?" You mouth those words as you read over the event, a discussion structured as a TED talk. As your eyes read onwards, it becomes clear that the presenter is going to actually show off a bionic hand or two, albeit not grafted onto a person.
The whining you heard from the violinist boy was so distinct, you could still hear it in your memories. If he kept on whining like that, he was going to give someone a lot of trouble...
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Having sneaked into a guard booth, you change into a disguise. You make your way to the auditorium without further ado. After quickly scanning the name of the person who is to do the talk, you sneak your way into the backstage dressing rooms, ready to "tax" a left bionic arm. It wasn't theft per se, it was a principled appropriation, so it was taxation, not theft. At least, that was how you justified it.
Bound to the shadows as always.you crawled into the room. There was a swivel-seated guy adjusting his gloves in the dressing room, but of course, he was just another civilian, so you sneaked further in. You finally procure a plain box labelled "OVERREACH INDUSTRIES - LEFT BIONIC HAND".
With your feet, you started resuming your ballet of shadows to get right out of there.
"Kaname Madoka, the little thief who's been plundering about in KC Tower. I can actually see through your little circus trick. The door's locked, mind you." The chair turned about. Lo and behold, it was a lanky guy in a mismatched suit, slightly short sleeves as it were, a half-mask, all topped with a fedora.
If you had the time, you would've cringed for his sake.
[] Parley with him.
[] Mock him.
[] Transform and threaten him.
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April Saturday the 2nd, 5:00 pm
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[X] Parley with him.
-[X] Act innocent about the KC Tower.
-[X] Pretend to actually care about getting the left arm for the "suffering violinist" as our motive.
-[X] Act innocent about the KC Tower.
-[X] Pretend to actually care about getting the left arm for the "suffering violinist" as our motive.
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Given that the door is locked or at least, it is alleged by him to be locked, you can't see a way out of this except to talk with him. Raising your arms into the air to indicate
"The thefts at Kaname Corporation Tower? I couldn't possibly have stolen anything. I don't recall at all sneaking my way anywhere near that place. Besides, if one is a 14 year old, how does one simply walk into the Tower and stealing something precious?"
"You're not just a 14 year old girl are you now? You're a 14 year old girl who can do those circus tricks. For all I know, you could've jumped into a car trunk and hitched a ride in. Recently, things are being pilfered at an unimaginable rate from the company and you don't seem to be the only one who can pull those pieces of shadowy hocus pocus. You're with them aren't you, stealing weapons from the basement for some reason I don't really know, but I bet you're with them, sneaking around in the shadows up to no good?"
"Them? Who are they?"
"The rude and unpleasant guards that were transferred in to guard the Kazamino branch and who seem to be a bunch of loud trigger-happy maniacs who cause me trouble by forcing me to write reports every half-an-hour when they shoot things up for no good reason?"
It appeared that he was as clueless as you were. Come to think about it, maybe you could concede a bit of truth to him.
"It was for the left arm. A guy in the hospital is whinging really badly and if he continued, I think he's going to make someone snap."
"Well, you could've told me earlier. I was looking for you, you pink-haired womanlet hand thief, because I wanted to give you it. That and the address to a back-alley bionic surgeon's office."
You raise your eyebrows at his proclamation that he wanted to give you it.
"Why would you want to give me it?"
"It's obvious isn't it now? Originally, the intention was to blackmail you, because I thought you were with them. But apparently, you're not with them. So right now, consider it a gift for a partnership that will lead me to them. The name is Lu Longwei. I'm the Chief of Security and Chief Product Tester of Kaname Corporation Tower. Nice to meet you." As the lanky Lu rose from his chair, extending his arms, the light moving onto his stubble didn't help to ease your cringing at his combination of fedora and mask. Fedora Mask. Hmm...
[] Approach him and shake his hand. Accept his alliance.
[] Call him out bluffing that the door is closed and escape.
[] Mock him into submission.
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April Saturday the 2nd, 5:30 pm
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"The thefts at Kaname Corporation Tower? I couldn't possibly have stolen anything. I don't recall at all sneaking my way anywhere near that place. Besides, if one is a 14 year old, how does one simply walk into the Tower and stealing something precious?"
"You're not just a 14 year old girl are you now? You're a 14 year old girl who can do those circus tricks. For all I know, you could've jumped into a car trunk and hitched a ride in. Recently, things are being pilfered at an unimaginable rate from the company and you don't seem to be the only one who can pull those pieces of shadowy hocus pocus. You're with them aren't you, stealing weapons from the basement for some reason I don't really know, but I bet you're with them, sneaking around in the shadows up to no good?"
"Them? Who are they?"
"The rude and unpleasant guards that were transferred in to guard the Kazamino branch and who seem to be a bunch of loud trigger-happy maniacs who cause me trouble by forcing me to write reports every half-an-hour when they shoot things up for no good reason?"
It appeared that he was as clueless as you were. Come to think about it, maybe you could concede a bit of truth to him.
"It was for the left arm. A guy in the hospital is whinging really badly and if he continued, I think he's going to make someone snap."
"Well, you could've told me earlier. I was looking for you, you pink-haired womanlet hand thief, because I wanted to give you it. That and the address to a back-alley bionic surgeon's office."
You raise your eyebrows at his proclamation that he wanted to give you it.
"Why would you want to give me it?"
"It's obvious isn't it now? Originally, the intention was to blackmail you, because I thought you were with them. But apparently, you're not with them. So right now, consider it a gift for a partnership that will lead me to them. The name is Lu Longwei. I'm the Chief of Security and Chief Product Tester of Kaname Corporation Tower. Nice to meet you." As the lanky Lu rose from his chair, extending his arms, the light moving onto his stubble didn't help to ease your cringing at his combination of fedora and mask. Fedora Mask. Hmm...
[] Approach him and shake his hand. Accept his alliance.
[] Call him out bluffing that the door is closed and escape.
[] Mock him into submission.
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April Saturday the 2nd, 5:30 pm
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Adyen
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[X] Approach him and shake his hand. Accept his alliance.
-[X] While shaking his hand, introduce yourself. "Kaname Madoka. Your boss' daughter."
-[X] Watch his expression. "Speaking of your boss, can you tell me why my mother wasn't home last night?"
-[X] While shaking his hand, introduce yourself. "Kaname Madoka. Your boss' daughter."
-[X] Watch his expression. "Speaking of your boss, can you tell me why my mother wasn't home last night?"
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Dark Ness
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[X] Approach him and shake his hand. Accept his alliance.
He already knows
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Yes, but it's only polite to introduce ourselves again since he was so nice to introduce himself. And opens up the conversation about Junko nicely.
Side Story #013 - Landscape
Reinhard Von Lohengramm
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Side Story #013 - Landscape
On the hills near the outskirts of Mitakihara, Ernest Mecklinger, Flottillenadmiral (OF-6) in the Deutsche Marine relished the sight of the unusually agreeable skyline before him. Compared to the rusty, bland urban decay of the other bohemian cities he had visited on his past holidays, the alabaster white and shining silver of Mitakihara, Japan, was a welcome change of scenery. The ugly sight of industrial steel and cement did not harry him here. Rather, with that almost utopian skyline, his eyes were given a treat instead. That was quite appealing to him, because for the first time in a while, he would be able to put his Amsterdam oil paints to use without having to fear that he would create some colourless abomination.
"A spot of green..." Mecklinger grunted as his eyes shifted from the canvas back to the city. He tutted at that fact. Then again, the strange salad of colours that was Mitakihara landscape had its own charm to it. Sighing, conceding to the city that point, he rubbed the paint in his cleaning solution, smearing on a sliver of pure lemongrass green.
There was one thing on his canvas that didn't at all reflect the city. In his defence, he had a good reason for it. That blighted tower was a bloody eyesore, something out of some science-fiction dystopian story. City 17's Citadel from Half-Life 2 probably summed up the comparison.
The omission helped it.
Even with that omission however, his estimate was that his painting would take at least a month to finish.
A flush of self-adoration rose to his cheeks. This was the best landscape Mecklinger had painted to date, so he felt. Hopefully, it would remain there for him to capture on canvas for posterity.
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On the hills near the outskirts of Mitakihara, Ernest Mecklinger, Flottillenadmiral (OF-6) in the Deutsche Marine relished the sight of the unusually agreeable skyline before him. Compared to the rusty, bland urban decay of the other bohemian cities he had visited on his past holidays, the alabaster white and shining silver of Mitakihara, Japan, was a welcome change of scenery. The ugly sight of industrial steel and cement did not harry him here. Rather, with that almost utopian skyline, his eyes were given a treat instead. That was quite appealing to him, because for the first time in a while, he would be able to put his Amsterdam oil paints to use without having to fear that he would create some colourless abomination.
"A spot of green..." Mecklinger grunted as his eyes shifted from the canvas back to the city. He tutted at that fact. Then again, the strange salad of colours that was Mitakihara landscape had its own charm to it. Sighing, conceding to the city that point, he rubbed the paint in his cleaning solution, smearing on a sliver of pure lemongrass green.
There was one thing on his canvas that didn't at all reflect the city. In his defence, he had a good reason for it. That blighted tower was a bloody eyesore, something out of some science-fiction dystopian story. City 17's Citadel from Half-Life 2 probably summed up the comparison.
The omission helped it.
Even with that omission however, his estimate was that his painting would take at least a month to finish.
A flush of self-adoration rose to his cheeks. This was the best landscape Mecklinger had painted to date, so he felt. Hopefully, it would remain there for him to capture on canvas for posterity.
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[X] Mock him into submission.
Side Story #014 - Putrid
Reinhard Von Lohengramm
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Side Story #014 - Putrid
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The vicious sharp stench of the storm drains attacked Kirika's nostrils as she tiptoed her way through rough concrete under Mitakihara. It wasn't actually a sewer, yet the smell effectively made it one. She wondered on what kind of rainwater was swallowed up by the drains such to came to have such a strong smell.
Her thoughts of course, turned to the fact that the part of storm drains she was in was directly under the poorer part of the city. It then all made very disturbing sense. When she was spelunking under downtown, it all had a very motor-oil and hipster-cafe smell. No doubt that under the part of the city where Oriko's message would arrive, there was the occasional pig-gutting or Yakuza killing to dirty the fair storm drains of the city with.
She cringed sourly. The more you wandered around the poorer parts of the city, the more chilling things you would see. She very much desired that she did not have to come across a bloated corpse today in carrying out her duty.
It wasn't all cringing and poker-facing however. Yesterday, she'd come across the whining of a couple of stranded puppies. At the very least, that brightened her day, even as she had to get back to the surface to get them away from danger. Honestly though, the variety of objects that got lost in there was amazing. The day before that, she found a pistol. The day before that day, she found a warehouse pallet of video cards from the mid 2010s. From that, it was clear that somebody else had been making the drains their little home. Either way, selling it to retro gamers had garnered her more than a little amount of cash and money was always useful.
While the sewers were indeed separate from the storm drains mostly, there was a specific section in which the two overlapped, if only within a metre or so.
Indeed, it was time to pull out the face masks. Strapping one on her face to get rid or at least stave off the incredible stench, Kirika forced herself through the crack in the cement separating the sewers from the storm drains. Taking care to not fall into the vile sludge, she pulled on her latex gloves.
"Where was it again? That's right, a bit south."
Having made her way to the sewer pipe where Oriko's messages came from, she carefully sifted through the... filth.
As she held onto the codetext, thus were the thoughts that ran through her head:
"Alright, now I just have to decode and plant it."
Her thoughts of course, turned to the fact that the part of storm drains she was in was directly under the poorer part of the city. It then all made very disturbing sense. When she was spelunking under downtown, it all had a very motor-oil and hipster-cafe smell. No doubt that under the part of the city where Oriko's message would arrive, there was the occasional pig-gutting or Yakuza killing to dirty the fair storm drains of the city with.
She cringed sourly. The more you wandered around the poorer parts of the city, the more chilling things you would see. She very much desired that she did not have to come across a bloated corpse today in carrying out her duty.
It wasn't all cringing and poker-facing however. Yesterday, she'd come across the whining of a couple of stranded puppies. At the very least, that brightened her day, even as she had to get back to the surface to get them away from danger. Honestly though, the variety of objects that got lost in there was amazing. The day before that, she found a pistol. The day before that day, she found a warehouse pallet of video cards from the mid 2010s. From that, it was clear that somebody else had been making the drains their little home. Either way, selling it to retro gamers had garnered her more than a little amount of cash and money was always useful.
While the sewers were indeed separate from the storm drains mostly, there was a specific section in which the two overlapped, if only within a metre or so.
Indeed, it was time to pull out the face masks. Strapping one on her face to get rid or at least stave off the incredible stench, Kirika forced herself through the crack in the cement separating the sewers from the storm drains. Taking care to not fall into the vile sludge, she pulled on her latex gloves.
"Where was it again? That's right, a bit south."
Having made her way to the sewer pipe where Oriko's messages came from, she carefully sifted through the... filth.
As she held onto the codetext, thus were the thoughts that ran through her head:
"Alright, now I just have to decode and plant it."