Indonesian Gentleman 2014/07/16(Wed)08:14 No. 584330 ID: 4d30e8
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In a morgue basement, a coroner is starting to inspect the latest arrival.
"Let's see what we have here..." Dr. Wu solemnly said, as if it was his rite for every autopsy.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/07/16(Wed)08:17 No. 584331 ID: 4d30e8
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>>584330
"A male horse, taken before his time, I see. Hmm, no wounds on the outside. So far no indication for the cause of death."
Dr. Wu prepares his scalpel, handling it carefully, respectfully.
"Maybe if we open you up, we'll find out what killed you..."

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/07/16(Wed)08:20 No. 584332 ID: 4d30e8
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>>584331
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"
All of a sudden, the victim rose to life, screaming as if his life is dependent on it.
"UOOOH! Woh ah ah! You almost gave me a stroke!"

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/07/16(Wed)08:23 No. 584333 ID: 4d30e8
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>>584332
A short while later, the victim has calmed down, clutching his head.
"That was a surprising, a rare case of coming back from the dead!"
"...Where am I?"
"Well, you're at the morgue, son. Ah - what is your name?"

>Insert name?

Billy Pilgrim

>>584335
this.
or maybe Roland Weary?

James Baxter

>James Baxter

>>584337
Just fuckin yes!

The Nameless One, obviously. :V

>>584337
This.

>>584333

Neighel Canterbury

Can't help but agree James Baxter sounds so boss. YES.

http://lmgtfy.com/?q=james+baxter

Mr. Ed

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/07/17(Thu)05:36 No. 584457 ID: e4bf9c
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"My name is... my name is...??"
You try recalling your own name, but the name escapes you. It was on the tip of your tongue; but a grey blankness existed there instead. The more you try to remember, the more a kind of noise buzzed in your head. You try to remember anything else about your past, but the same greyness and noise greets you in your mind.
"I can't remember! I can't remember anything!"

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/07/17(Thu)05:38 No. 584458 ID: e4bf9c
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>>584457
"Amnesia? Maybe you've been dead for too long - not enough oxygen getting in your brain, before you resuscitate?" Dr. Wu asks, rhetorically.
"Maybe some of your belongings might jog your memory? Be glad the cops picked it up."
He pulls out a box out of a storage bin, and hands the contents to you.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/07/17(Thu)05:41 No. 584459 ID: e4bf9c
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>>584458
Aside from what was supposed to be your clothing, there is also a library book, titled Rubaiyyat, and a wallet. There is nothing inside the wallet besides an ID that could be yours - well, it's got your face on it, anyways - and a scrap of paper with something written on it. It's not a language you remember.

Somehow, holding the ID card, you feel a bit calmed down, the noise in your head abating.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/07/17(Thu)05:47 No. 584460 ID: e4bf9c
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>>584459
A few moment later, after you get dressed, Dr. Wu calls someone.
"Yes, this is Wu, is McDowd there? Ah. Yes. The victim turns out to be alive, albeit with a memory loss - yes, that's why I called. Can you get him somewhere to stay for a bit? No, he's fine otherwise. Oh, and also - send someone to escort him, he will undoubtedly not remember the way. Yes. Thank you."

Somehow, you feel as if you need to get out of here.
>Wat do?
[] Wait for the escort, you don't remember anything anyways.
[] Lie to Wu that you remember someplace you can go, and leave.
[] Just bail outta there man, he's busy with the phone and won't notice you sneak out.
[] Other (fill in)

Stick around. You haven't been given reason to run, and he doc appears to be trying to help, right now.

Hey, uh, Doc? Are you sure I was dead? Wouldn't it make more sense if I was just badly hurt and there was a mistake rather than coming back from the dead?

WHY IS THIS GUY SO CASUAL ABOUT THE DEAD COMING BACK TO LIFE? Does he know something we don't or is this just a common fucking occurrence.

Were you actually dead? Ask if you had no pulse and weren't breathing.

It would appear that you are 28 years old, assuming all other variables constant.

Ask for some details regarding the exaggerated rumors of your death. How were you found? Were you treated or DOA? He said victim, does that mean you were murdered? And wait for the escort.

Stick around, but do not trust him. Be somewhat wary about what he tells you since he seems so composed. Maybe he was expecting you to wake up and pretended to be suprised. Ask him if this has ever happened before.(ressurection)

"Soooooooooo...does this happen a lot?"

شروع seems to translate as "begin"

Stick around and use that time to rifle through your book. Check if you left any sort of notes in it. Check the page the bookmark is on.

>>584464
>WHY IS THIS GUY SO CASUAL ABOUT THE DEAD COMING BACK TO LIFE?
He is clearly an expy of Dr. Ducky from NCIS.
Besides, morticians deal with the dead enough to have internalized any misgivings they have about the occult, and do tend to talk at the corpses they operate on because the dead are great listeners.

I don't trust this. Tell him you have some place you can go and get moving.

Pocket the scalpel when the doc isn't looking. If we were presumed dead, someone could have been trying to kill us. Having a makeshift weapon might be helpful.

>>584583
Yea, I think this is a good idea. Somethings not sitting right with me here.

for some reason, I don't think this bloke is James Baxter at all...yo, how strong are you? How much horsepower you got?...yyeah nab that scalpel. This doctor is just...'OH YEAH, THE DEAD GUY IS ALIVE NO BIG DEAL WHATEVS' and that'sjust odd.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/07/22(Tue)08:27 No. 585315 ID: 39022a
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As you wait for Dr. Wu to finish phoning, you idly thumb through the Rubaiyyat. The bookmark rests on a page with this poem as its content:

XLVIII A Moment's Halt--a momentary taste Of Being from the Well amid the Waste-- And Lo!--the phantom Caravan has reach'd The Nothing it set out from--Oh, make haste!

...huh. Turns out it's some sort of poem collection by a middle-eastern poet. The bookmark, however, catches your eye; it seems to come from a place called the Seven Sisters Cafe.
Just then, Dr. Wu hangs up.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/07/22(Tue)08:35 No. 585319 ID: 39022a
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>>585315
Still, something about him is off to you; he seems to be too calm for someone who saw a dead man come back to life.
"So uh, Dr. Wu? You don't seem that surprised, have you handled other cases of the waking dead?" You idly chat, trying to get his attention away from his medical tools.
"Ah, yes, it does seem a bit strange isn't it? To be honest, you're the first case of reanimation that I've handled, but medical science has documented some other instances." He seem to be proud, somehow. He turns away from the tools, and you nabbed a scalpel while he's not looking. Quickly, you stuff it in the book.
"But! I do admit that I have seen stranger things during my coronary career, mind you. There was this one time when a victim was found with a live gecko..."

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/07/22(Tue)08:44 No. 585323 ID: 39022a
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>>585319
Suddenly, a couple of sharp knocks ended Dr. Wu's tirade prematurely.
"So, this is the one who cheated death, eh?" A policeman in uniform enters the morgue.
"Ah, glad you can escort him, McDowd! James, this is McDowd, he'll help you get a place to stay. You can also ask him anything, he knows New Bataven inside out."

>What do?
[] Go with the policeman, he seems nice and helpful.
[] Ask a question about your ID. (write in for more precise question)
[] Ask a question about the library book. (write in for more precise question)
[] Ask a question about the Seven Sisters Cafe. (write in for more precise question)
[] Ask a question about New Bataven. (write in for more precise question)
[] Give em both the slip and run outside!
[] Other (write in)

>Give em both the slip and run outside!
You know what, let's avoid the obvious run away trust no one lost all our memories setup. Play this out. See if they're actually legit, or at least wait until we're given better evidence they're not.

>Ask a question about your ID
...can we use this to figure out or look up anything about who I am? I've kind of got a hole in my memory, here. Not sure if there's a life or home I'm supposed to be getting back to.

>>585325
>You know what, let's avoid the obvious run away trust no one lost all our memories setup.

Yeah. Here's some questions:
"How did I 'die'?"
"How was I found?"
"Did I go to the hospital or was I pronounced dead on arrival?"
"You said 'victim,' was I murdered?"

Also, find some way to work "Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated" in there.

>>585323
[x] Ask a question about your ID. (write in for more precise question)
[x] Ask a question about the library book. (write in for more precise question)
[x] Ask a question about the Seven Sisters Cafe. (write in for more precise question)
[x] Ask a question about New Bataven. (write in for more precise question)

Hide the knife, but find out where we live, how to get there. How to get to the cafe and what it is like. How to get to library.

We can ask about the book at the library, get some supplies from home, and then visit the cafe when we are ready.

Ask him to search your ID in the criminal database. Don't cops have a device in their cars for such a thing? If you are a criminal play it off that you had no idea and are a decent person. Also ask what your offences were.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/07/29(Tue)06:44 No. 586595 ID: dd751c
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"Uh, I kinda got a big hole where my memory's used to be... can you check this ID for me? It's part of a few things found with me." You say, holding your ID for McDowd to inspect.
"Huh? This is either a bad forgery, or someone at the civil offices done a bad typo."
"What?"
"Your birthdate! It says you're born in 1986, right?"
"Yes...?"
"If the ID is right, you're minus two years old! This is 1984!"

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/07/29(Tue)06:50 No. 586596 ID: dd751c
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"EH?! Whaaat? So I may not even be James Baxter?!?" A wave of shock hits you like a freight train. The ground now seem shaky, like your supposed identity.
"We can check if that's true or not, but I'll have to use my cruiser's radio outside. Come with me."

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/07/29(Tue)07:03 No. 586598 ID: dd751c
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>>586596
The street outside the morgue looks a bit empty, mainly because it's right in front of the morgue. McDowd reaches in and gets his radio in one smooth move.
"Dispatch, this is McDowd, requesting info on a James Baxter. ID says he lives in Merlon Street, but that might be a fake."
"Roger that, we'll call you back when we get it." the radio bleeps, and goes silent.
You silently transfer the scalpel into your pants pocket, and brings up the book.
"So... this is another thing that is supposed to be mine."
McDowd looks at the library card, and the bookmark. "Okay, the book's from the Beckett library, near downtown. But the Seven Sisters Cafe is kinda parked in a seedy part of the city. I'd stay away from it if I were you."
"Could you drive me to each of those locations? I- maybe I could remember something..."
"Eh, sure, why not. Your info's going to take some time to dig from the paperworks. Where do we go first?"
>Where go?
[] Beckett Library. That book must be lent to someone in the first place, right?
[] Merlon Street. You're supposed to live there, maybe some clues to who you are could be there?
[] Seven Sisters Cafe. Kinda a long shot, but someone might know you there.
[] I dunno, you give me a tour of the city, McDowd.
[] Other (fill in)

go to the cafe, see if anyone knows you.....going to where your fake id has you from might be weird and awkward....

>fake ID
That or time travel.

>where go
Library.

To the Library!

>>586598
I say library.

>>586598
[x] Beckett Library. That book must be lent to someone in the first place, right?
[] Merlon Street. You're supposed to live there, maybe some clues to who you are could be there?
[] Seven Sisters Cafe. Kinda a long shot, but someone might know you there.
[] I dunno, you give me a tour of the city, McDowd.
[] Other (fill in)

Library, should be a quick, plus we can find out who the book is checked out by. From there with an officer at our side if need be, find out the address of the person who checked out our book. Maybe learn something there too.

Library. If he asks why say to calm your head. If we are a time traveling Bourne identity kind of spy, we don't need to give out the secret info. For now let's play this close to the vest and be careful what everyone else knows. This is all too suspicous for me.

Man, if you're not going to ask perfectly sensible questions when provided to you, why bother?

Head to the address on Merlon Street.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/08/05(Tue)07:32 No. 588212 ID: 982e2d
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"Let's go to the library. I feel like I should return the book for some reason."
"Beckett Public Library it is. Downtown we go, then." McDowd starts his cruiser, and soon the both of you are on the road.
"Say, McDowd, Dr. Wu said I was a 'victim'? Where was I found?"
"Ah, that Wu and his dramatic tendencies. You're still alive, right? Anyways, you were found in an alley near the East bridge..."

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/08/05(Tue)07:40 No. 588213 ID: 982e2d
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>>588212
"Yesterday, a hobo came to the station, saying that he found a body near the East Bridge. I was sent to verify. When I arrived, I saw you slumped between two dumpsters, just as the hobo said. I felt for a pulse, and there's none. You were pale and cold, so I called for forensics."
"So Dr. Wu came there?"
"Nah, it's his assistant, Carter or whatever. Anyways, he checked you up, declared you dead, and hauled you away to the morgue. That's what I remember."
Okay, that was quite weird.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/08/05(Tue)07:46 No. 588214 ID: 982e2d
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>>588213
The rest of the ride is silent, and soon enough you arrive at the library.
McDowd's radio blares some garbled stuff that you can't quite pick up. "Oops, dang, got to go. There's a break-in downtown, I'm the closest. You can stay at the library by yourself, right?"
"Yeah, I guess?"
"I'll pick you up in about an hour. I still have to get you to a shelter! If I'm not back in an hour, try to get to the downtown police station at 6 Graham Street. Hope you find out more clues about yourself!"
With that, he's off, siren blaring. Man, you wish he used the siren a while back.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/08/05(Tue)07:53 No. 588215 ID: 982e2d
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>>588214
Well, no use dawdling about, you guess. The book needs returning. As you enter, a librarian takes notice.
"Welcome to the Beckett Public Library, sir. How may I help you?"
...she's kinda pretty.
>wat say?
[] (lie) Uh, yeah, I've gotten ahold of this book on the train, I'd like to return it and know who dropped it.
[] (direct) I got amnesia, and the only thing that might make me remember is this book. Can you tell me everything about it?
[] (put yo mack on) I guess so, can you read my mind? It says you're pretty.
[] Other (fill in)

fuck it, be direct. she's more likely to help you if you say YOU returned the book, if you say someone else did it she'd be like 'k' and wouldnt need to tell you who took it out.

Uh, this is kind of an odd question, but would you be able to look up who checked this book out, for me?

put yo mack on

>>588215
Direct. Also flirt.

>>588215
"Uh, Hi there. I think someone left this library book at my place over the weekend, but I don't remember who brought it and, uh, I was hoping you could tell me who checked it out so I can give it back."

>>588215
"im here to return this book...but is there anything you would like to...check out?" Proceed to flex.

Agreeing with flexing. Maximum douche! But then just ask after flexing casually.

Don't schmooze when you can't remember your own phone number, Casanova. Go the direct route.

We don't have any sunglasses do we? SHIT! If we cant go maximum over-douche there's really not much point, so just go direct to her bed. yeah but no seriously go the direct route.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/08/13(Wed)03:13 No. 589264 ID: 9ba09c
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"Uh, yeah. I'm trying to find out who checked out this book? It's your library's copy of the Rubaiyyat." You suddenly feel confident, all of a sudden.
"Sure, I'll look in the records." The lady picks up some sort of ledger from behind the table.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/08/13(Wed)03:24 No. 589266 ID: 9ba09c
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>>589264
"Well, the records say that this book was borrowed by a James Baxter, of Aspen Road. Is this what you need?"
Huh, strange, another James Baxter?

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/08/13(Wed)03:26 No. 589267 ID: 9ba09c
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>>589266
"Yes, thanks, I think it's what I need. Listen, I asked because I've lost my memory, so you're a very great help."
"O-oh, I see..."
You hold her hand, flexing a bit as you do. "Don't worry, I won't forget a pretty face like yours easily."

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/08/13(Wed)03:29 No. 589268 ID: 9ba09c
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>>589267
"W-well, if you say so! Here, this might be of some help with your memory loss." She hands you a namecard. "He's an acquaintance of mine."
"Thank you, miss...?"
"Jenna! Jenna Foxglove."

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/08/13(Wed)03:35 No. 589269 ID: 9ba09c
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Well, that went kinda smoothly. You surprised yourself with your natural flirtation, and wonder if you were some sort of Casanova before you lost your memory.
The namecard says DeLaney, P.I. His office is at 8 Graham Street, just 2 blocks away from the station.
Well, looking at the time, not much time has passed. What do we do next?
>wat do?
[] Look up some books in the library, you might need some remembering about current events. (which section?)
[] Wait for McDowd outside.
[] Walk to the police station at 6 Graham Street.
[] Look up for the James Baxter at Aspen Road. There's gotta be some sort of citizen register here.
[] Go to DeLaney's office, you might need a PI.
[] Other (fill in)

>>589269
Dang dude, smooth.
We should probably try to acquire some funding before the PI though, I doubt he will work for free.

make a mental note to ask jenna on a date later

actually ask when she gets off work

>Huh, strange, another James Baxter?
Or that really is your name, fake ID notwithstanding. Or you checked out the book while using that alias.

>P.I.
We can check him out later I suppose, once we've done following our own leads. Problem is we currently don't have anything to pay a PI with. No identity means no bank account.

That, and it would be rude to ditch McDowd, if he's coming back.

>what do
Looking up stuff can't hurt. You can look up the layout of the city, find where Aspen road is, see if there's a James Baxter in a registry or anything.

Wow I think we might have either gotten lucky or perhaps we really were a Casanova. Lets try it out on another female next chance we get, although with TG's luck we will hit go a lesbian and won't know it.

Yes let's find out where aspen road is, if its close by we might take a quick walk there since its been only 5 minutes or so. If not let's just wait, he's been nice I don't want to desert him.

Anybody else notice the title of the book on her desk?

>>589269
[x] Look up some books in the library, you might need some remembering about current events. (which section?)
Newspapers.

>>589342
>"Sensual Saddle"

OK, somewhere along the line we need to get four pairs of sunglasses so we may properly wield our inner douche bag.

>>589346
someone likes horses

We may have just gotten lucky, if she has a thing for horses. Either way it works for us I suppose. Maybe at some point we could date her, although I doubt we will have the opportunity, it would be a fun thing to do on the side.

Also, inventory check.

>>589418
Inventory? Two guns and an Anaconda. *sunglasses* if you know what I am saying.

Dear fuck, let us roll to see if we find sunglasses in our jacket pocket.

That would be amazing. We need classic slightly dark black sunglasses for maximum effect. Clear or colored won't do. Roll d20 for shades!

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/08/20(Wed)05:33 No. 590267 ID: 11e567
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With no more distractions in the way, you head for the maps section, looking to find a map of New Bataven. After some time searching, you found one.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/08/20(Wed)05:39 No. 590268 ID: 11e567
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>>590267
It seems like New Bataven is divided into five districts - City District (where we are now), Three Kings, Barrows, Deeracre, and Portside. Then you look for the street maps of the City District.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/08/20(Wed)05:40 No. 590269 ID: 11e567
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>>590268
After pulling up the relevant map, you look for the places you've been, and the ones you know. Surprisingly you can remember the map quite well, having nothing else in your head does really help.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/08/20(Wed)05:44 No. 590270 ID: 11e567
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>>590269
Seems like Aspen Road and Merlon Street are somewhere in the Barrows, but you didn't look up the maps yet. You wonder about this other James Baxter guy. Maybe you'll find something if you go to the public records- ah hell nope. That'll take too much time! You'll be there for a week!

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/08/20(Wed)05:52 No. 590271 ID: 11e567
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>>590270
Instead, you seek out the news corner, and pick up what's going on lately. Seems like the Rus People's Republic (RPR) has launched the first woman into space recently. Yelena Laikanovic was reported 'fine' after reentry. In sports news, New Bataven Gnolls won the baseball championships thanks to their ace pitcher Gene Barksley. "It was a tough game" he said. Moving on, economy seems to be improving, and it seems that a serial killer is on the loose. Three victims have been found with their throats slit; They're all in New Bataven, near the neighborhood of De Jongs in the Barrows. Now that's a grisly news.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/08/20(Wed)05:59 No. 590272 ID: 11e567
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>>590271
"Hey mister, whatcha readin'? Are you looking for a pair of sunglasses?"
Your reading was suddenly interrupted by the appearance of this little mice.
>wat do?
[] Just some news, beat it kid.
[] Eh, reading up on current news, why you ask?
[] Wait, how do you know I wanted a pair of sunglasses?
[] Other (fill in)

>>590267
>New Bataven
I almost read that as New Batman.

>>590269
Central park is nowhere near the center.

>>590271
Let me guess, Aspen Road and Merlon Street are in the neighborhood of De Jongs.

>>590272
Fucking mind reader! yes we are indeed looking for face mounted ocular solar protection.

Huh. Welcome to alternate universe NYC.

>Wait, how do you know I wanted a pair of sunglasses?
Either that's one good guesser, or we've got peddlers pushing wares in libraries and we just happened to be accosted by the right one.

Uh, do we actually have any money on us?

[x] Eh, reading up on current news, why you ask?
[x] Wait, how do you know I wanted a pair of sunglasses?

"Are they my sunglasses?"

Check for moolah. ''Yes I was wanting some sunglasses, how did you know?''

>>590272
What gave away my need for glasses?
-we need to see if we can get a free map to get around easy.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/09/03(Wed)04:22 No. 592325 ID: db52c3
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You're quite astonished at this little mouse's good guess. You were just thinking of getting a pair of shades.
"Well, I'm reading up on current news- how'd you guess I wanted a pair of sunglasses?" You quiz.
"Some people think I'm a mind reader. Guess what, I am! I can read minds!" She's excited.
"Wait, doesn't that mean you're reading my mind right now?"
"Nooo, it doesn't work that way! I can only read some stuff, not all. This is why I like going to the library! Not so much people talking, so I can practice."
Wow, for a mind reader she's the one spilling her secrets.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/09/03(Wed)04:29 No. 592326 ID: db52c3
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>>592325
"Huh? What do you mean by spill-" Her question is interrupted by a sing-songy voice, looking for her.
"Millie? There you are! You always sneak off here!"
"...Ah, it's Trish. She's my sister! sortof..."
"Come on now, Millie, it's almost time. Didn't the Overseer say, 'Stranger Danger'?" Trish scolds her lightly.
"Well, he's not a stranger... Anyways, see you, horse guy!"
"Sorry, mister. She always runs from the orphanage we're from, and always to the library."
"Oh, uh, I don't mind..." You reply to Trish.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/09/03(Wed)04:31 No. 592327 ID: db52c3
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>>592326
As they walk away you feel that there was something strange... something familiar. Millie? The name is feeling familiar. As you try to guess deeper, a sort of memory bubbles to the surface.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/09/03(Wed)04:38 No. 592328 ID: db52c3
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>>592327
And what a remembering it was, heralded by a severe migraine and accentuated by some sort of buzzing noise. Things fly by your vision, even though your eyes are closed shut from the pain; Among things you remember are some sort of schematic for two things: something called a Flux Coil and another called a Tachyon Engine. You have no idea what these two things actually do, but you know how the Flux Coil is made, and how it's part of the Tachyon Engine. Interspersed with the schematics is the face of someone you know, someone you hold close - and then a memory of you standing in front of a marker. It was raining. Sadness suddenly filled every corner of your heart.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/09/03(Wed)04:42 No. 592329 ID: db52c3
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>>592328
As the pain subsides, you find yourself back on the library, McDowd beside you.
"You okay?"
You feel like you've been hit by an emotional truck full of baggages.
>Wat do?
[] "I'm fine. Just a sudden migraine." (brush off)
[] "I've remembered something, McDowd." (tell him)
[] "Nothing- do you know someone named Millie?"
[] Other (fill in)

Soooo let me guess time machine, something went wrong, killed girlfriend, in a fit of madness you got the machine working to go back and save her, but you went to far and lost your memory.
Or at least something like that, on the plus side Millie is still alive but you may have to wait until she's older. Or not, if your into that kind of thing.

Looks like you worked for the military or the government in that flashback. Man, you might be a time traveler or something. But this only raises why, if that's the case. I'm not sure if it stopping something from happening, or assasination, or both at once, hell maybe its some third thing. I feel like we gotta pass this off as a real bad migraine, we really can't divulge info like this. And how did he get back so fast?

>>592328
Looks like a grown up Millie. If you're not just crazy, maybe you actually did travel back in time?

One way to be sure would be to build the tech and see if it works, but you'd need resources you don't have to do that. Plus, trying to build a time machine in the middle of the cold war? That could go very wrong, pretty fast.

>what do
Mix the first two. You might have remembered something, but it came with a hell of a migraine. Electrical diagrams? A woman. A gravesite.

>>592329
Millie.
Ask him about the vision, but in a "know anything about this" as opposed to a "I had a vision"

Allright guys, I know I said I'd update Ouroboros this midweek, but some events happened that made me have to do a week's hiatus for both Ouroboros and Tharsia. Expect the hiatus to be continued and intermittent, as I'm doing some tests to apply for a job I enjoy.
Sorry for the readers of both quests, I know you're all eagerly anticipating the next update, but I hope you guys understand.

(We do man, good luck.)

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/09/17(Wed)01:18 No. 594464 ID: 7f006c
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"I might have remembered something... but it came with a powerful migraine."
"Slow down, now. What did you remember, exactly?" McDowd asks as he gets me to my feet.
"Something electronic, a diagram perhaps? And the face of someone, a woman... I don't know what the diagram meant."
"Well, in any case, let's go. Get a place to rest, you know?" McDowd said as your migraine slowly dissipates.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/09/17(Wed)01:26 No. 594466 ID: 7f006c
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>>594464
As you two walk to the cruiser, you ask McDowd another question.
"By the way, how'd did you get here so quickly?"
"I didn't? It's just half an hour since I dropped you off?"
"Oh, nevermind that, then. How about someone named Millie?"
"Something else you remembered, eh? Rings a bell, but I don't quite remember... Anyhow, I gotta make a stop at the station after this, you good with that migraine?"
"Yeah, it's gone now. I can take a breather, I guess." You say as you reach McDowd's cruiser.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/09/17(Wed)01:35 No. 594467 ID: 972352
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>>594466
As you slide into the front passenger seat, you suddenly notice a big lizard glaring at you and McDowd from the back seat.
"Uh, McDowd, who's this?" You nervously ask.
"The perp of that break-in case, of course! Say hello to a delinquent!" McDowd cheerily answers.
"Hrrsss... wot you looking at, mate? You a copper too? Or maybe you a snitch?" The lizard hisses threateningly.
>wat do?
[] "I don't know if I am, I got amnesia." (truthful)
[] "What if I am, scaleface?" (confrontative)
[] "Should I answer him, McDowd?" (ignore)
[] "What about you tell me your side of the story?" (misdirect)
[] Other (fill in)

"No I'm a zombie, or a time traveler, one of the two."

>>594468
Or we could just shrug and say "murder victim" see how he reacts.

>You a copper too? Or maybe you a snitch?
Neither. I'm just a bumbling civvy, along for the ride. (Mostly true, to our knowledge, misdirect)

If I were a cop, I'd have a uniform, and if I were a snitch, well, it would be pretty dumb to be seen riding with a cop, wouldn't it?

>>594473
I like this.

former murder victim sounds good

>>594467
"None of the above, but what is your story?" Kill some time and possibly milk some info, but lets not rub scruff mcgruff the crime dog the wrong way here.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/09/24(Wed)20:08 No. 595700 ID: 3daf64
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"Neither of them. I'm a murder victim." You reply normally.
"Hmph. Heh. Yer a damn crazy wanka. I like that. But it won't save you from gettin' a sock to yer gabber if you gab too much in Devon Boys territory, ya hear?" The lizard smugly said.
"Well if you want me to shut up, why don't you tell me how you got in this situation?" You counter.
"I ain't tellin."
"He's broken into a grocery store." McDowd tells you, while he turns the corner.
"Like hell I did! Damn the system for trying to keep me down. I, Danny Roxton, ain't some stupid lowlife that does petty stuff like that. It's me that's bringing the system down, one day!"

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/09/24(Wed)20:14 No. 595703 ID: 3daf64
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>>595700
"Yeah yeah, save it for the judge. We're here!"
The 37th precinct police station looms in between skyscrapers, its modern facade barely distinguishes it from its older neighbors. McDowd gets Danny out of the cruiser, while you help yourself out.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/09/24(Wed)20:19 No. 595705 ID: 3daf64
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>>595703
As the three of you walk in the front door, an officer greets McDowd. "Hey McDowd. That was quick."
"Yeah, mister big and ugly here isn't subtle at all at what he did."
Danny just rumbles silently.
"Ah hey, who's this horse?" The desk officer asks.
"That's the James Baxter from East Bridge. Turns out he's not as dead as we think, Jones. And he's got amnesia."
"Well, sorry for your loss then. Sign this visitor's book, if you please." Jones puts a book out from under the desk, which you quickly sign without much afterthought. You then follow McDowd into the holding cells.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/09/24(Wed)20:25 No. 595708 ID: 3daf64
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>>595705
"I'll get out of here soon enough, copper." Danny threatens as he's put into the holding cells.
"Yeah, and into the prison, if you're found guilty. Now think of what you did, and what to say to the judge." McDowd locks the cell and takes his rope off Danny.
With Danny now safe behind bars, McDowd turns his attention to you. "Oh yeah, you were talking about Millie back then, yeah? Let's go to my office."
You think it's a good idea, but you think you have some questions of your own...
>Wat do?
[] "Alright, let's go."
[] "I'm kinda hungry actually... grab a bite first?"
[] "Actually I'm kinda tired. We can look up Millie tomorrow. Let's go to wherever it is you were taking me to."
[] "Do you think the librarian is cute?"
[] Other (fill in)

''Huh, the murder victim is alive and has amnesia, whatever then sorry about that.'' Who is so calm about something like that? Its not common so you would think people would be a bit more alarmed, makes me paranoid.

We need to check out Merlon street when we can and see if we really do live there.

> I, Danny Roxton,
My how nice of him to give us his name in an over the top manner thus making himself an important character.

>>595709
Everyone in this quest is too calm about us coming back from the dead!

>[]grab a bite
and while you're doing that talk about librarian. and time travel.

>Who is so calm about something like that?
>Everyone in this quest is too calm about us coming back from the dead!
Eh, I think the other cop assumes we were never really dead. That someone confused unconsciousness for death. I mean, it can't be unheard of for someone to report a murder and then they arrive to find someone injured but not dead, right?

...actually, what's really odd is no one thinks that after being mistaken for dead and suffering headaches and memory loss, that we might need some kind of medical evaluation. You know, more than the consistory "you're not dead! (anymore)" we got at the morgue.

>[] "Alright, let's go."
I see no reason not to talk with him now.

>talk about time travel
Let's keep that under our hat, for now. It'll make us sound crazy. (Or worse, someone with an agenda might believe it).

>>595708
Need to eat. Make small talk about Millie while eating, talk about librarian too. Then get some rest.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/10/02(Thu)08:43 No. 596803 ID: a7d350
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"Alright, let's go." You say to McDowd, before a loud rumble emanates from your own stomach.
"Er, my bad."
"Heh, you sound like you need some food. Let's head to the cafetaria to grab a bite." McDowd smirks, while leading the way.
"Yeah, come to think of it I haven't ate anything since I woke up at the morgue."

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/10/02(Thu)08:49 No. 596805 ID: a7d350
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>>596803
As you get to the cafetaria, McDowd grabs a mug and fills it with thick coffee. He then hands you a croissant from the vending machine.
"Thanks. Strange isn't it? I didn't feel hungry until you mentioned it." You make small talk.
"Ah, I know that feeling. No wonder you got that migraine back then! Maybe you met someone at the library that made you forget you were hungry?"
"Actually I did - the librarian was charming." You say, before you bite into your croissant.
"Ah yes, Jenna Foxglove wasn't it? She's a nice girl, she really is." McDowd sips his coffee before his expression changed.
"What's the matter, McDowd?"

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/10/02(Thu)09:04 No. 596807 ID: a7d350
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>>596805
"You said you were looking for a Millie, yeah? I just remembered a case from three years ago."
"Yeah, I met a girl named Millie at the library."
"How is she?" McDowd's seriousness shows.
"Eh, she's cheerful as a kid her age is. Why?"
McDowd exhales. "Well, good to see her doing great, i guess. You see, three years ago there was a double homicide in Wychelm neighborhood in Three Kings. The victim was a small family of three - the parents were shot to death during the dead of night. When we responded the next morning, we found her below the bed where her mother's killed."
"Bloody hell."
"She was so traumatized she didn't speak for three days. When she did speak, she kept blaming herself for what happened. At least now she's happier than before..."
>Wat do?
[] "Wait, what happened to her afterwards?" (Millie)
[] "Can you tell me more about the murders?" (case)
[] "Y-yeah, I'm suddenly not that hungry anymore. Let's head to Merlon Street." (Merlon)
[] "You know, during my migraine I saw an older version of her..." (time travel)
[] Other (fill in)

>Wait, what happened to her afterwards?
And "you guys caught the bastard, right?".

>"You know, during my migraine I saw an older version of her..." (time travel)
Nope. You had a daydream. You imagined what she might look like. Or she reminded you of a forgotten memory of someone who looks like her. That's not good evidence, and not many people would believe it. Worst case, it makes you look crazy.

>>596808
that or maybe we could say maybe we new her parents some time before the whole shooting? Just...Don't sound crazy.

(case) I want to know what happened afterwards and why.

"I think I had a flashback to her mom or something when I had my migraine. I'm not sure if I actually knew her, but the person I saw looked like an older version of the kid."

>>596849
Seems like a good idea...We obviously have something to do with either her, or her mother...or our mind may be trying to create memories to fill in the gaps...Whatever.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/10/08(Wed)07:26 No. 597677 ID: 523010
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"What about the case?" You ask. During the next second you think you saw a glimpse of another person, a flash of grimness from McDowd.
"The case is cold. All I can tell you is that someone tampered with the evidence - we can't determine a suspect anymore. We could have captured the perp!" McDowd's voice rises slightly.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/10/08(Wed)07:31 No. 597678 ID: 523010
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>>597677
"Uh, McDowd, you okay?" You're slightly concerned.
He massaged his eyebrows with a thumb. "Yeah, I'm okay. I just got a bit too emotional."
"So, what happened to Millie after that?"
McDowd exhales. "She's taken by the government, sent to an orphanage downtown. I guess she's fine now... Sorry about that. The unsolved case hit us hard, I guess."
"Us?"
"I meant my old mentor and me. He quit the force after that debacle, started his own detective business. Anyways, don't we have somewhere to take you to?"
"Yeah, Merlon Street. I want to check the James Baxter there."

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/10/08(Wed)07:38 No. 597680 ID: 523010
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>>597678
You and McDowd file into the police cruiser, headed for the Barrows District. McDowd rode in silence as you think about his outburst earlier.
You feel as if you should break the silence, it's starting to get awkward.
>wat do?
[] "So, tell me about your mentor."
[] "What can you tell me of New Bataven's districts?"
[] "What can you tell me of the Seven Sisters?"
[] "What do you think of time travel?"
[] "So, ever come across other folks with amnesia?"
[] "About that Danny guy, what's up with him?"
[] Other (fill in)

I think it may be Important to the story to learn more about his mentor, so ask about him, maybe where his new detective agency is also.

>my old mentor quit the force after that debacle, started his own detective business
Who wants to bet that's the DeLaney, PI, we were recommended earlier?

>"So, ever come across other folks with amnesia?"
Is this kind of thing common? I'm a little surprised how everyone just seems to take it in stride.

>>597680
[x] "What can you tell me of the Seven Sisters?"

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/10/15(Wed)09:32 No. 598436 ID: 3745aa
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>>597680
"So, tell me about your old mentor." You finally ask after what seems to be an hour.
"Well, he's a good detective by the name of DeLaney. Honest good cop too. You should meet him sometime, he might help you with your problem."
That name is really familiar now. Oh yeah, Jenna the librarian mentioned that name.
"Sounds like a swell guy. Maybe I'll look him up tomorrow or something. And oh, another question - I want to ask you about the Seven Sisters."
The cruiser stops.
"That would have to wait another time, we're here. 37 Merlon Street, right?"
You look at your ID. "Yep."

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/10/15(Wed)09:35 No. 598437 ID: 3745aa
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>>598436
McDowd walks up the stairs, looking calmer than before. It seems that your little talk has put his mind to the task at hand.
He pushes the intercom/doorbell.
"Hello, anybody home? This is the police, we'd like to talk..."
Silence greets McDowd from the other end of the intercom.
"Huh, guess nobody's home?" You sheepishly ask.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/10/15(Wed)09:40 No. 598438 ID: 3745aa
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Then you look down.

Something's not right.

"Hey McDowd, is that blood?"
"Might be..."

You lightly push the door and it opens slightly with an ominous creak...

>Wat do?
[] Rush in, the homeowner might be in trouble!
[] Wait for McDowd to enter, then follow.
[] Wait out here while McDowd does his job. We're civilian, remember?
[] Go by the cruiser and wait there while McDowd does his job.
[] Other (fill in)

Follow after him carefully unless he tells you otherwise.

But even if he tells you to stay here you should watch his back for him.

>Wait for McDowd to enter, then follow.
We're with a cop so...

Blood seeping under the door is reasonable cause, right? Someone's hurt.

>>598438
[x] Wait for McDowd to enter, then follow.
Much as I don't want to contaminate the crime scene or accidentally incriminate ourselves, we need to see what's in there.

Shouldn't we rush in? We might get a clue before mcdowd marks off the crime scene...

You open the door, McDowd keeps his gun at the ready.

>>598445
Sounds good.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/10/23(Thu)03:30 No. 599193 ID: b586b4
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McDowd readies his baton, and enters the apartment. "Baxter, if you want to come, don't touch anything."
You follow behind him, carefully avoiding the blood that pooled below the door. "Sure thing."
"And if things get hairy, run. Run outta here. You hear?"
"Yeah, no worries." You remember the scalpel you stole from the morgue.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/10/23(Thu)03:33 No. 599194 ID: b586b4
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>>599193
The apartment itself look like normal, except for the ample amount of blood being spilled. Not even the picture hanging on the wall next to the door is spared. McDowd advances through the small hallway, and stopped cold in his tracks.
He's suddenly stuck speechless. Most likely a gruesome sight, like the body laying about, right?

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/10/23(Thu)03:40 No. 599195 ID: b586b4
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>>599194
But then again you think. McDowd's no stranger to seeing bodies, but what could shock an experienced cop? Your curiosity made you peek along.

There's a body alright, missing its eyes and sporting fashionable stab wounds to the stomach and neck. Some sort of table has been pulled in front of it, a schematic and some cards on top.
But the cruelty of the kill is not what shocks you.
The body is you.
>wat do?
[] freak out.
[] freak out.
[] freak out.

Okay wait, that's not the proper one.
>wat do?
[] Get McDowd into responsiveness by asking an obvious question.
[] Check if the body is really you. Could be another horse, right?
[] Screw this shit, I'm outta here, zoinks let's skidoo McDowd.
[] Check the schematics and the card.
[] Check the ominous-looking graffiti made in your- er, the victim's blood.
[] Check the apartment, maybe the killer's still here.
[] Other (fill in)

>Check the apartment, maybe the killer's still here.
That would be a sensable thing to do. then...
>Check everything...

ask if youre allowed to search your own body for id

...Did you get killed twice in one day?!

Check to make sure the killer isn't here, then investigate those schematics while McDowd calls for reinforcements.

[X] SCREAM!!!!!
like seriously lets not taMPER WITH THE EVIDENCE OF THE /SECOND/ TIME WE'VE BEEN MURDERED I CANT BELIEVE IM WRITING THIS OH MY G O D

>what do
Don't get any closer. You're not wearing gloves, or anything, and you'll contaminate the crime scene before the photographers and lab weenies show up. If that really is you over there, you don't want to further confuse the issue.

>Get McDowd into responsiveness by asking an obvious question.
...am I racist, or is shock making me see things, or is that me over there?

And then McDowd needs to call this in. We need like, an army of cops and crime scene techs crawling over this place.

I think now, seeing this, is the exact and perfect moment to FLIP YOUR SHIT, but go do it outside to avoid contaminating the scene. then with that out of the way take a look around.

Have mcdowd check the body, investigate the graffiti yourself, and realize and warn mcdowd that if that's you.... it might not really be dead. Prepare for regeneration and memory loss.

have mcdowd call this in.
go investigate but TOUCH NOTHING DIRECTLY

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/10/31(Fri)08:26 No. 599990 ID: 5ba771
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After a few minutes (or what seems like it), you ask the obvious question to break the shock.
"T... that's me, right?"
McDowd looks at you, then at the body, then back again.
"I dunno. Maybe?"
"That's totally me."
"Yep, it's a horse sitting there, but you're still here... right?"
You snap to your common sense.
"Anyways, this is no time to be standing here, we should check the place out."

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/10/31(Fri)08:36 No. 599991 ID: 5ba771
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>>599990
McDowd snaps to his senses, too. "You're right, maybe the murderer's still here!"
"Oh shit. What should I do?"
"Stay here, I'll sweep the rest of the rooms - yell if something happens to you." He goes to check the neighboring room, which is the kitchen.
As McDowd goes to clear room by room alone, you realize you have some time unobserved - and thus you can examine things more closely in this room. Seems like your dead doppelganger here lives a very spartan lifestyle; only a sleeping mat and a pillow sprawled on the floor for comfort, and a folding table and chair. There are cardboard boxes piled on one corner of the room, has he just moved here? The table has a few pieces of paper on it, one of them looking like a blueprint. There's also a board on the wall, with things tacked on - are those string? There's also a safe... what? Lying sideways? and some books by the 'bedside'.
You seem to have enough time to examine one of these choices in detail:
>wat examine?
[] Corpse.
[] Table.
[] Board.
[] 'Bed'.
[] Wall graffiti.
[] Safe & books.
[] Pile of boxes.
[] TV & drawer.
[] Blood trail.
[] Screw this, McDowd might need help, go after him.
[] Sneak out. Be free.
[] Other (fill in)

Wait, I thought we were going to have McDowd call it in. You call it in first, not after. That way, if you do find a killer, you have backup on the way. And everyone else knows even if you get killed.

>wat examine?
No touching! Don't get fingerprints on anything. Don't move the crime scene around before the detectives get here, and the crime scene weenies get to take pictures, either.

Look at the stuff on the table without touching it.

>>599991
[] Safe & books.
[] Table.
[] Blood trail.
[] Board.

In that order.

Check either the table or the board, we might get an autopsy report later. Then go help mcdowd.

>>599991

So far McDowd has been shooting straight with us, so lets back him up, but if we can grab something as we go, maybe check out the bed, as there seems to be something, lets do that. If McDowd is the first line of investigation and all is clear, lets check out the corpse and graffitti. There has to be a way into that safe though, and possibly some closure.

Check the Board, the Table, and whatever is on the bed.
Maybe keep an eye on the body?

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/11/09(Sun)02:09 No. 600878 ID: 677643
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Taking the opportunity to snoop around, your first point of interest is the table. Three sheets of paper with what you think are blueprints lay in front of you; well, at least the dead you, that is. You take a moment to stomach the creepy feeling of being near a corpse, and examine the sheets further. Looks like only two of the sheets are blueprints; the third looks more like magical thingamajiggers. You also noticed there being three cards with pictures on it.

(in-depth pic of the evidence here http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/83626.html#86681)

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/11/09(Sun)02:12 No. 600879 ID: 677643
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>>600878
You shift your attention to the board on the wall; seems like the you that lived here has the conspiracy theorist vibe going on with him. Some pictures were tacked on, and some of them were connected via... string? translucent string? And the pictures... make no sense for you.

(in-depth picture of evidence here http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/83626.html#86682)

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/11/09(Sun)02:20 No. 600881 ID: 677643
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>>600879
Wait a minute, you think as you look to the graffiti the killer left behind. You feel as if the three symbols above are familiar. Some sort of alphabet. U, L... F? Ulf? Something scratches your mind. Well, more like something made noise behind you, but you're currently remembering something...
>wat do?
[] Maybe the noise is McDowd? He might need some help. Go look for him.
[] Maybe the noise is the dead you moving about. Remembering that you woke up in a morgue, this might be a possibility. Stay still, zombies don't quite notice you when you stay still.
[] Yes, that's it! Ulf! The graffiti spells Ulf! Sounds like Wolf! You feel the need to exclaim this discovery as loud as you can!
[] Swiftly turn around, find out where that noise comes from.
[] Yawn, all this thinking makes you sleepy. Stretch your arms back a bit.

>>600881

big ol flailin yawn =D

Yawn of comedy!

>>600881
PANIC. IT'S ALWAYS TEH NINJAS.

Yawn and turn around. With your eyes closed.

>Ulf? Something scratches your mind.
Ultra low frequency.

>you hear something
Turn around, slowly.

>>600881
[x] Swiftly turn around, find out where that noise comes from.

Better safe than stabbed.

Comedy ALWAYS wins! Throw back them arms for a good stretch!

Suddenly remember that whoever killed this "you" might still be in the building.

Drop to the floor and kick your legs out behind you! Or dive to the side.

Suggestion 2014/11/11(Tue)10:27 No. 601536 ID: 3c17ca
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>>600881
Do it.

>>600879
hmm...lots of symbolism.
-horse. wild. Vagabond, upside down, you. end of the road. upside down,bad luck.
-dog. loyal. holding the sword of Damocles. A leader, trustworthy. The symbology of the scales weighs even.
-Mouse. skittish. Eternal. Unavoidable. Oroborus eating its own tail, forever, conflict, deception. She drives it? Is she feeding it or trying to stop it? Unclear.
-ULF. wolf? dog..?
-Runes, many paths, spheres, all lead to one point. Unavoidable?
-Tachyon, time travel.
-foreign language, diagram of a facility. A location. Coordinates?

-connections between a secret society, the occult, leading to this politician. two points assumed connected or important but not tied in yet.

-What is behind? *yawn*

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/11/22(Sat)07:45 No. 604320 ID: 28adbf
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All this thinking made you tired, somehow. You yawn loudly and stretch, hitting something behind you. Oh, maybe it's McDowd?
"Scheisse!"
That voice is definitely NOT McDowd.
You turn around just in time to see your murderer raises a knife, hellbent on killing you.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/11/22(Sat)07:50 No. 604321 ID: 28adbf
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>>604320
The next half-second was a blur, as McDowd pushes you away while simultaneously parrying the murderer's downward swipe.
"You! You're still elive! Zis is impossible!"
Well, it seems that it's not just McDowd that's flabbergasted.
"Baxter! Get out of here!" McDowd barks, while the two of them start trading blows.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/11/22(Sat)07:55 No. 604322 ID: 3ef2c6
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>>604321
Shit shit shit. What do I do now? What do I do now?? They're fighting, and McDowd's in a disadvantage.
>wat do?
[] Get ye scalpel and join McDowd in the melee!
[] Do as McDowd says, and get the hell outta here!
[] Wait, I could call for backup, right?
[] No time for thinking, barrel through with your might, we may knock the killer out the window!
[] Look for improvised weapons, you could lend yourself a hand!
[] Other (fill in)

Alright I think we need to smash this goon unconscious with an improvised weapon. Then we can call for backup artery he is subdued.

improvised weapon
The worst thing you can do against someone with a knife is to go up against him with another knife. You both end up terrible injured until you cant fight anymore and then the both of you likely die.

Get something with a bit of range on it(a chair, a standing lamp, a curtain rod) and try to distract/trip up the guy. Your best bet now is being a nuisance while McDowd takes him down. (knocking him off-balance with a strong poke, make him do a wide sweeping attack in your direction while he'll have a hard time hitting you, just generally keeping yourself from being slashed while keeping his attention split)

Brain him with the TV.

>>604330

we need to talk with crazy killer guy...

cripple him

>Wait, I could call for backup, right?
For the record, this is why McDowd should have called this in before you guys even passed the door. We told you to, and you didn't listen, and now you're facing a murder without backup.

Cops carry radios for a reason.

>improvised weapon
>Brain him with the TV.
Basically, yeah. You're a strong as a horse, your best bet is to pick something up and break it over him. Looking at >>599991 , there don't seem to be any unused chairs to grab, so you're going to have to use the television or one of the boxes.

(Also, it's starting to look like you have a track record of coming back from the dead. McDowd doesn't. Can't let someone else take a knife for you).

>>604322
Just try to get behind him and kick one of his legs out. The cop should be able to handle the rest.

>>604330
I fully support this.

>>604322
Throw scalpal, then throw TV, then throw chair, attack from a range! Try not to outright kill the guy. He has info!

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/12/07(Sun)05:02 No. 609704 ID: e81246
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You know you can't use the scalpel, that'd raise too many questions, and leave some unanswered ones your killer could provide.
Thinking quick, you notice the static of the television - that's it! You could knock him out with this!

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/12/07(Sun)05:04 No. 609705 ID: e81246
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>>609704
You yank the cable out of the outlet, and pick up the TV. Then you wait for an opening... NOW! You rush in, aiming to smash the TV onto the killer rabbit's head, as he dodges one of McDowd's swings.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/12/07(Sun)05:10 No. 609706 ID: e81246
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>>609705
"I zaw that, Marked One!" The killer shouts, as he purposely slams his body onto the TV before you can swing it onto his head, hitting you squarely in your junk. Time seems to reel slower as you...
>wat do?
[] Drop the TV and clutch your crotch.
[] Use the momentum to jump backwards a bit.
[] Make a grab for the killer's knife.
[] Bite his ear.
[] Smack his head with your left hook.
[] Thrust your crotch with all your might, at the cost of more pain in the dick.

Nom that ear!

(Be one with mike Tyson.)

TV crotch punch GO!

get back! This guy is dangerous and we've just lost the advantage of surprise.

>>609718 I Second this action

>Bite his ear.
>Thrust your crotch with all your might, at the cost of more pain in the dick.
This will both hurt him, and bend him over backwards as his ear is pulled back and his torso is pushed forward. He'll be wide open to attack from McDowd.

Sure, it'll hurt, but you're a friggen horse, and you already died twice today, apparently. You can do it.

>>609706
FIRE FOR EFFECT! Our body is a finely honed weapon, with moves we will now demonstrate!
[-] Drop the TV and clutch your crotch.
-No. this is for cowards. Our balls are of steel.
[-] Use the momentum to jump backwards a bit.
-In life one must move forward.
[x] Make a grab for the killer's knife.
With our right hand we shall grab the knife.
[x] Bite his ear.
With our head we shall bite an ear.
[x] Smack his head with your left hook.
With our left a hook shall be delivered the likes of what has never been seen before, aided by the distraction of the grabbing and biting.
[x] Thrust your crotch with all your might, at the cost of more pain in the dick.
Our crotch is a weapon! THRUST, BITE, STRIKE, AND GRAB AS ONE!~

>>609704
the dots in the TV show the constellation pattern, repeating all paths ending at one destination. Then there is 48 in the next moment. Double rainbow, what do you even mean?

>>609761
Or we could just strangle him with the tvs power cord.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/12/28(Sun)02:46 No. 616200 ID: 2fa6f4
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Every movement is crystal-clear at that split second, as the adrenaline surged, spurred by the pain. The killer's knife arm is dangerously close - but then again, so is one of his ears.
You bite.
"Hurensohn!" He yelped, and his knife arm instinctively rose up, pointing outwards - your cue to grab him at the wrist!

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/12/28(Sun)02:50 No. 616201 ID: 2fa6f4
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>>616200
Immediately, you sock him with your left hook, aiming to shock him into dropping his knife. The rabbit, in the middle of another curse word, still held on tight to his knife. There's no time for another fist to be thrown... you ready yourself to deliver your piece de resistance.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/12/28(Sun)02:53 No. 616202 ID: 2fa6f4
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>>616201
With the adrenaline still coursing through your veins, numbing your crotch area of pain, you muster every pound of thrust your pelvis could.
The TV must have been a real pain in the rabbit's back, because he finally drops the knife. With a loud "GAH" he drops to the floor.

Indonesian Gentleman 2014/12/28(Sun)03:01 No. 616206 ID: 2fa6f4
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>>616202
McDowd stared with disbelief as you come off your adrenaline high, let the small TV drop, and reach for your crotch just as the pain surges back. You spend the next few moments groaning, feeling like mourning the loss of several million potential children and/or trusted nut.
"Huh, uh. Some move you got there, Baxter." McDowd can't contain his smirk any longer.
"I'll get him tied up."
You bleat sheepishly in response.
>wat do? (after getting him tied up and getting the pain to subside, that is)
[] Ask him who is he.
[] Ask him why is he killing all these people.
[] Wait a minute, didn't I see you by the library earlier today?
[] Ask him who he killed.
[] Ask him about the sigil written in blood.
[] What's about this Marked One business, eh?
[] Do you know anything about the clues scattered about the room?
[] What is ULF?
[] Kick him in the nuts once. Retaliation best medicine.
[] Toss him in the cruiser, let the police interrogate him.
[] Other (fill in)

>Wait a minute, didn't I see you by the library earlier today?
What? Oh hey.
>>589264
>>588214
He was there.

>Ask him who he killed.
Seems the most relevant to you and the cop would probably let interrogating him about the dead guy who looks just like you slide.
Also ask about the blueprints if you can.

First, who did he kill and why.

Let the police handle the questioning, they're the professionals. Quietly morn your balls.

And yeah, let them know you saw this guy at the library earlier tonight.

Let McDowd know you're going to be very interested the results of the autopsy. Does that guy just look like you, or did you have a clone, or is a twin, or what the heck.

Make sure he doesn't have a cyanide tooth or poison or anything like that we want answers damn it

I dont see him handcuffed, so make sure you do regardless of the course of action. And yeah kick him in the nuts. When he wakes up.

>>616206
[x] Other (fill in)
Handcuff him right now, and tie up his legs. Also take off his glasses, because we don't want to hit a guy with glasses.

[x] Ask him who is he.
[x] Ask him why is he killing all these people.
[x] Wait a minute, didn't I see you by the library earlier today?
[x] Ask him who he killed.
[x] Ask him about the sigil written in blood.
[x] What's about this Marked One business, eh?
[x] Do you know anything about the clues scattered about the room?
[x] What is ULF?
after he is handcuffed we ask these questions.all the questions

[XXXX] Kick him in the nuts once. Retaliation best medicine.
Nut kick for refusal to answer questions, then a big one at the end even if he plays along, because really, sometimes the opportunity presents itself and you have to run with it. I suggest a dragon kick.

[x] Toss him in the cruiser, let the police interrogate him.
Very last thing to do.

Indonesian Gentleman 2015/01/11(Sun)07:35 No. 619482 ID: a5fe72
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McDowd quickly ties him up. "There, now he can't run for the time being. I'll undo his leg binds when I help him to the cruiser."
By now, you're fully recovered from your crotch pain. "Thanks, McDowd. I have some questions I want to ask this guy."
"So do I. So does the police. Can't we wait at the station?"
"I have a feeling he'll just say nothing there. Here, however..."
"I'll give you that."
The killer stirs. "Heh... you won't get anyzing from me, Marked One."

Indonesian Gentleman 2015/01/11(Sun)07:53 No. 619483 ID: a5fe72
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>>619482
In preparation of what's coming, you take off his eyeglasses.
"What do you zink you're doing? You know it won't do anyzing to me."
"Then talk. Who are you?"
"I am ze Instrument of your doom, and ze will of ULF. Das Werkzeug der ULF Willen." You don't find anything familiar in those words.
"If that is so, were you behind the recent string of murders?"
"Ach, so you, of all people, knows nicht of zis? Zis is all your faulten."
"Then who is that, dead on the chair?"
"It is you, Marked One. I did my Arbeiten - to think I would have to do it twice..."
"Did you stalk me at the library earlier today?"
"So you noticed. Bravo. My skill has been schlipping."
"What's with the sigil? What is ULF?"
He just smiles before he speaks again. "The only think you need to know about ULF - nothink. I don't question ULF."
"What's about this Marked One business?"
"You truly have lost your Speicher, haven't you? Time, die Zeit wird zeigen."

Indonesian Gentleman 2015/01/11(Sun)08:02 No. 619485 ID: a5fe72
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>>619483
"What about these diagrams? And the board above you?? Speak, dammit!" Somehow a spark of anger ignites in your heart. He just sits there, smirking, and you have a desperate need to wipe it off his face.
A kick to the nuts would do. "That's for killing me, you sick fuck."
"Baxter! I'll let that one slip, but stop. I am the police, after all."
"You're right, you're right. I just... I felt that need." You are also confused by this sudden spark of anger. Were you a violent man before?
"Let it go, then. Are you done?"
>Wat do?
[] Not yet, but he's not answering my questions. How about you give it a try? (let McDowd interrogate the killer)
[] Yeah, let's get him to the station. (skidoo outta here with the killer)
[] I think I need some time. There might be something I'm missing in the room, you go ahead and put him in the cruiser. (so you can nab something before the forensics team bags the area, maybe?)
[] I don't understand what he said. It's all too confusing, and none of what he said jogs my memory! (freak out a bit emotionally, let it go)
[] Other (fill in)

>Let it go, then. Are you done?
Yeah... I'm sorry. Don't know what came over me.

Let's go, let the crime scene geeks do their thing.

>>619485

Lets head out. We are only two men, probably have seen a majority of what there is, and the place may be trapped. Plus the rabbit is sneeky, mcdowd is not safe even with him tied up.

Indonesian Gentleman 2015/02/01(Sun)06:08 No. 623102 ID: f56301
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You grab your face. "Yeah... I'm sorry. Dunno what came over me. Let's just go."
"I know this rabbit is an asshole for killing that other you, but let justice handle it." McDowd makes the rabbit stand up.
"McDowd, do you think I was a violent man before all this?" You quip as the three of you walk to the cruiser.

Indonesian Gentleman 2015/02/01(Sun)06:10 No. 623103 ID: f56301
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>>623102
"I dunno... I don't think so though." McDowd shifts his grip on the rabbit's arm.
"Wait, what's that?" You point out the dark red... inscriptions? on the rabbit's arm.
"What's wha- oh snap, I didn't see that!"

Indonesian Gentleman 2015/02/01(Sun)06:16 No. 623104 ID: f56301
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>>623103
McDowd quickly rolls the rabbit's sleeve up.
"Son of a... scars!" You exclaim.
"Man, I do not like where this is heading."
"Why is that?" You ask.
"Usually only psychos or cultists do this to themselves. Shit's not natural."
"Well, should we get him somewhere to check it out, then?"
>Where go?
[] Police station. This killer suddenly needs to get locked up, fast.
[] You know anyone who might recognize these cultist markings, McDowd?
[] Maybe it's not cultist stuff - looks like ancient writing to me. Got anyone who knows old writings, McDowd?
[] We need to get his arm examined. Dr. Wu, maybe?
[] Maybe we could find an empty harborside where we can dump him in the ocean?
[] Other (fill in)

>>623104
The hell? Is that Dwarvish?

pso egwbyo iy (nd-n)(maybe gw)(jnj-z) gwlho?
Whatever that is it doesnt seem to be angerthas by J.R.R Tolkien.

Those symbols come from the Norse alphabet. Conveniently, the tattoo seems to be transliterated English. I think it's:

"The worse is mark one"

("Worst" would make more sense, but the "ᛖ" is definitely "e").

Of course, since we can read it ourselves, we don't need an expert.

Let's get him to the police station, and try to ignore the weird stares you'll get for apparently remembering a runic alphabet in a dead language but not your name.

Check his other arm.

Wait a sec.
>"Did you stalk me at the library earlier today?"
"So you noticed. Bravo. My skill has been schlipping."
>>604321
>"You! You're still elive! Zis is impossible!" >>599195
You look to have been dead a long time here

He's either lying, bluffing, or that corpse looks crazy old for someone that died earlier today.

>>623122
Horse. The horse is mark one. So he has multiple targets.

>>623204
Or it means we are "the marked one" rather than A mark.

>>623104
[x] Maybe it's not cultist stuff - looks like ancient writing to me. Got anyone who knows old writings, McDowd?
"I was at the library, this looks like some sort of ancient writing."

[x] You know anyone who might recognize these cultist markings, McDowd?
Think you know of anyone who can read this? Lets get a picture for posterity.

[x] We need to get his arm examined. Dr. Wu, maybe?
yes.

[x] Police station. This killer suddenly needs to get locked up, fast.


[-] Maybe we could find an empty harborside where we can dump him in the ocean?
doubt mcdowd would like that

[x] Other (fill in)
as you put him into the car, apply a kick from behind, between the legs, with enough force to lift an individual off the ground and into the air. Follow this up with a totally sweet roundhouse kick to the ass to send him flying into the car and slamming into the door on the other side. or don't. I mean, he only killed you, then tried to do it again to your one up. I mean, some fist of the north star shit to the testes is totally a righteous thing to do. ah ta ta ta ta ta!!!

>>623419
Yeah...No, Let's not beat this guy up anymore, We need to stay on the cop's good side and not be arrested for assult,

...hang on, is it possible this guy is a time traveler too, and this version of him is not the same version as at the library?

>>623531
...dude. Its possible. We need to go back...back to the future. That was our past, back before we went to the library. So...we needa' get to tha library.

Indonesian Gentleman 2015/02/18(Wed)07:25 No. 625498 ID: 491ef3
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"Wait, let's see what he has up his other sleeve." You say. McDowd quickly shifts to the other arm, and sure enough, more runes and a number. "Dang, you're right. Wonder what it says though."
"I think the left arm says 'The horse is mark one'." You note. Quickly you added. "Don't ask me how I know, I just... know."
"Uhh... yeah. Let's just bring him to the station, then."

Indonesian Gentleman 2015/02/18(Wed)07:31 No. 625499 ID: 491ef3
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>>625498
As you settle to McDowd's now-familiar passenger seat, you feel tired and sleepy. Even as McDowd radios in the incident, asks for the crime scene boys to the house, and the killer rabbit sitting calmly right behind you, you feel the world (and eyelids) getting heavier. A yawn escapes from your mouth.

Indonesian Gentleman 2015/02/18(Wed)07:35 No. 625500 ID: 491ef3
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>>625499
A familiar sense of weightlessness is the last waking thing you remember.

>Onwards to the land of Nod.
[] Dream about the past
[] Dream about the present
[] Dream about the future
[] Dream about another parallel reality
[] Dream about another thing entirely (fill in)

>>625500
[x] Dream about another thing entirely
-Dat fox ass, but with the head of the rabbit, and dowd driving a unicycle with a flashing light for a hat, and maybe just a hint of something useful in there...and now... zooming into another reality
[x] Dream about another parallel reality
-this other place, if only for a moment into the past..
[x] Dream about the past
-of who we were, were we kind and just, but in front of us is now
[x] Dream about the present
-who is the mouse child
[x] Dream about the future
-A confusing glimpse of something useful

Find chosen one 1233?

Dream of cheese.

>>625517
Derp, choose only one please.

>>625500
[x] Dream about another parallel reality
This should answer a lot of questions.

Have a sexy dream.

Indonesian Gentleman 2015/03/15(Sun)05:32 No. 629215 ID: dbc99c
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pop

Now you recognize that familiar feeling. Gravity returns as if approaching from a fog, and the surroundings come into focus. That is the feeling of being shunted out of the Morpheotron.
"Wakey wakey, sleepyhead!"
In an instant, all the memory you've ever had streamed into your brain, reuploaded from the backup drives. And you recognize that voice.

Indonesian Gentleman 2015/03/15(Sun)05:48 No. 629216 ID: dbc99c
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>>629215
"McDowd, what's going on? You know this is my me time!" You say, expressions still lagging behind for another second.
"You still having trouble dreaming or what? That dream machine's slowly eating you, man." He casually flicks the jack to the floor. "Besides, you know that you told me to interrupt your 'me time' only in some cases?"
Ah yes, you almost forgot.
"If my life is in danger, if the taxman comes, and if there's a job, right?" You correctly remember.
"Damn right. Now listen carefully, I've landed us a job. An extraction job." He smiles.
Well, this is an opportune moment, anyways. You need the money.
"Alright. Let me get my gear." You say, as you rise from the Morpheotron chair and off to your stash.
>Wat grab?
[] Bulletproof jacket, compact SMG and its ammo
[] Milspec shell and store your civilian shell
[] Codex and assorted illegal software bundles in your drive
[] Stealth suit, silenced pistol and daggers
[] Mutagen vials and combat pet
[] Armored exoframe and heavy multigun
[] Sniper rifle and portable sensor array
[] Detpacks and grenades, with remote detonators
[] Other (fill in)

EVERYTHING. ALL OF THE THINGS.

>>629217
Ehh nope. Max 2 choices, please!

>>629216
STEALTH SUIT/GEAR AND REMOTE EXPLOSIVES.

(like there is any better combo.)

aww.
Combat pet and illegal software! (DNA: HACKED)

>>629216
[x] Mutagen vials and combat pet
[x] Armored exoframe and heavy multigun

Armor up, hulk out, we are going in loud.

[x] Mutagen vials and combat pet
[x] Armored exoframe and heavy multigun

Sure why not

Stealth Suit / Explosives

GODDAMIT GUY AND AUTHOR, we can't make a good decision untill we know more about the mission details!

But just in case we don't get those details:
[] Stealth suit, silenced pistol and daggers
[] Mutagen vials and combat pet
For him

[] Armored exoframe and heavy multigun
[] Codex and assorted illegal software bundles in your drive
For her you.

>>629364
It's because our stash doesn't really have all those options, just the ones that get the most votes. So it's kinda like a stealth class choosing decision point instead of listing all the stuff we have in our stash.
And McDowd already got his own equipment sorted out, so no worries.

[X] Codex and assorted illegal software bundles in your drive

Current tally:
stealth 2
demoman 2
DNA warfare 3
hacking 3
exoheavy 3

So yeah, I'll need at least 1 more vote to tiebreak.

>>631881
DNA / hacking!

>>631881
exo/ dna

Indonesian Gentleman 2015/04/06(Mon)07:53 No. 633137 ID: a5c650
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"By the way, tell me more about the job." You say, while you turn to the vintage TV.
"Right, basically it's an extraction job from the gist of it. Employer is looking to... liberate a certain Dr. Twelvetree and bring him to their own organization." McDowd elaborates.
"OK, so where do we 'liberate' this particular Dr. Twelvetree from?" You say, while fiddling with the channel knob. 4, 8, 9, 1.
"A certain TITOR Labs. Thankfully they gave us directions, this time around. Pack some warm clothes, we're heading to the Republic of Acadia."
TITOR, now that's a name you remember from your forays to cyberspace. An acronym for Tachyon-Induced Temporal Observation Research, it's generated quite the tech buzz a while ago when they discovered how Tachyons tunnel through time and space, and are now researching ways to view the past with it. Buncha scientific jargons, you think.

[ani] Indonesian Gentleman 2015/04/06(Mon)08:07 No. 633138 ID: a5c650
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>>633137
"By the way, that's a cute girl there on your Morpheotron playbacks. Who is she? Daughter? Sister? Or maybe... significant other?" McDowd comments.
"Hey, I don't prod into your personal life, or question your taste in companionship, either. So get off my case." You scoff his inquiries, as your stash opens up from under your futon.
Inside, your most prized possessions aside from the Morpheotron sits triumphant: a type-37 exoframe which you customized by yourself, sporting bulletproof carbon-weave wafer armor, capable of lifting a car easily. Which is convenient considering what it lugs around: a Maxim multigun, also customized, which can put a satisfying amount of lead and a few grenades into your enemies. And it's got a wired camera as well, which you use in conjunction with the next item you use: an Asphodel-brand Codex, which you house in a bulletproof casing in a backpack harness, equipped with a wi-fi antenna to remotely hack things on the fly. You can't quite dive deep into cyberspace with it, but it also have an extendable cord in cases where you can't crack the wi-fi, and it's got enough power to bypass normal security measures.
And lastly... what is that on top of your multigun ammo?

Indonesian Gentleman 2015/04/06(Mon)08:19 No. 633139 ID: a5c650
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>>633138
"McDowd, did you stash this on my stash?" You say, taking the kinda-heavy box off its shelf and read the text on it. "DNA injections? Combat pet?" Something hums inside.
"Ah yeah, my old stash got raided, so I forwarded your stash as the delivery 'address'."
"What do you even use this for?"
"Hey, I'm a Face. Sometimes I need to disguise my dog face, you know?"
"Is that even safe... you know what, not gonna ask. You probably use it for kinky stuff."
"Says the guy with a questionable girl in their Morpheotron."
>Wat do?
[] Talk with McDowd about your last Morpheotron dream, which is kinda weird - you didn't program that particular plot in.
[] Talk with McDowd about the job - what's the plan?
[] Clarify with McDowd about that girl on the Morpheotron, how you feel about her etc.
[] Wait a minute - what about payment?
[] Talk about TITOR labs, what does McDowd think of it.
[] Talk to McDowd about the Employer. Can we trust them?
[] Why is this Dr. Twelvetrees targeted? See if we can find dirt on him via cyberspace.
[] Other (fill in)

>>633139

Pleasure before business. Morphetron conversations are fun.

[x] Talk with McDowd about your last Morpheotron dream, which is kinda
weird - you didn't program that particular plot in.
>Any glitches lately with your equipment?
[x] Clarify with McDowd about that girl on the Morpheotron, how you feel about her etc.
>Keep it short and sweet. A man has needs. cyber needs.

Business is crucial, gotta pay the rent.

[x] Wait a minute - what about payment?
>this isint charity is it? horse dont do charity son. charity dont buy sweet gear, and a horse without sweet gear, well hes just a chump. Like you Dowd. ^_- (shit talking is a favorite past time of everyone. ever.)
[x] Talk with McDowd about the job - what's the plan?
> Roid out, Gear up, shoot stuff. Can we get some strength/ endurance from these shots? Where is this pet?

Opinion section.

[x] Talk about TITOR labs, what does McDowd think of it.
>Whats the scoop?
[x] Talk to McDowd about the Employer. Can we trust them?
>doesnt matter too much. gotta get paid, and hes here so it cant be too bad.
[x] Why is this Dr. Twelvetrees targeted? See if we can find dirt on him via cyberspace.
>can dowd pull this while we move?

>>633139
[x] Talk with McDowd about your last Morpheotron dream, which is kinda weird - you didn't program that particular plot in.
[x] Wait a minute - what about payment?

Gotta get the cash.

>[X] Talk with McDowd about the job - what's the plan?
>[X] Wait a minute - what about payment?
We're on a job, here (assuming we're being paid). Which means we have a job to plan. Dream gossiping can wait.

>>633139
[x] other: Flex like a boss after a dramatic suit up sequence and then get shit done. OH YEAH.

>>633143
I just caught up and I'm just gonna second what this guy's saying.

>>633139
[x] other:
> "Dowd, this isint something weird like those advertisements for a bigger wang is it, I mean I can understand if you feel inadequate next to me, but this is the way you were created. no reason to change it."

Indonesian Gentleman 2015/04/21(Tue)07:27 No. 635627 ID: f44019
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"Dowd, this isn't like one of them 'expand dong' ads, isn't it? You don't have to be jealous, just remember that it's natural." You trade banter with him.
"As if I'm content with just a longer schlong! With this, I can be whoever I want! New face, new muscles - even new genitals. Maybe you're the one who's jealous?"
"Heh, no thanks, I'm already secure with my own identity, you perverted thespian. All I need are my dreams, and even that gets a bit weird lately."
McDowd looks like he's about to say something, but paused. "Whatever floats your boat, I guess."
"Speaking of which... did you negotiate for payment yet?"

Indonesian Gentleman 2015/04/21(Tue)07:37 No. 635628 ID: f44019
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>>635627
"I arranged a meeting for that. But you should have looked at the liaison!" McDowd whistles. "She's a slick corporate vixen, she is. That foxy dame offered 5 mil in Corp Credits for starters. Man, her voice is so smooth! So, when I told her that I'd have to discuss this with my partner, she perked up. She said she's eager to meet you in person. Know her?"
"I... don't think so. Carry on."
"So, she's scheduled us for a meeting at the usual place, later this evening."
Ah yes, the Seven Sisters club. Although, you have some doubts.
"Did you check her background?"
"Well, apart from the usual classified stuff, she seems clean. My fixer network confirmed that she's been around before, no dirty deals on her side. And by the way, she sent us this as goodwill, and I assume a keep-quiet gift."

Indonesian Gentleman 2015/04/21(Tue)07:49 No. 635630 ID: f44019
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>>635628
McDowd turned his handcom on, and sent you an image file via your secure bandwave. A facility's blueprints came up, complete with what seems like guard rotation schedules.
"Son of a... is that thing in Cyrillic?"
"Yeah, this is the lab we're about to hit. It being written in Cyrillic would mean that it probably came from KGV's databases."
KGV, Kruglov-Gurevitch Ventures. One of the major megacorps.
"And you said she's clean?"
"As far as my network is concerned. Hell, she might even be KGV herself." He tucks his handcom back into his pants. "Now, we still have some time before our rendezvous - what do you want to do?"
>Wat do?
[] Dig deeper on this foxy vixen, cyberspace might uncover something more.
[] Dig deeper on Dr. Twelvetrees, while you're still at the comfort of your hideout.
[] The job seems too big for just two operators. Ask McDowd if we're bringing extra manpower.
[] Get properly dressed, you need to impress your employer after all. By that I mean suit up and arrive at Seven Sisters early.
[] Chat about the Morpheotron dreams with McDowd. There are some frighteningly accurate parallels in your dream with real life.
[] Other (fill in)

Focus on Twelvetrees.

>>635630
[x] Dig deeper on this foxy vixen, cyberspace might uncover something more.
>"Dowd can you research on the go? I want to pull anything we can get on her, mostly dirty pictures."

[x] Dig deeper on Dr. Twelvetrees, while you're still at the comfort of your hideout.
>Whats up with herr doc? How does he and foxbomb tie together man?

[x] The job seems too big for just two operators. Ask McDowd if we're bringing extra manpower.
>Know anyone dude?

[x] Get properly dressed, you need to impress your employer after all. By that I mean suit up and arrive at Seven Sisters early.
>Seven sisters, seven sisters...dowd and I Were supposed to go there in my dream. we should go. but not yet, we can wait.

[x] Chat about the Morpheotron dreams with McDowd. There are some frighteningly accurate parallels in your dream with real life.
while we do a little research.
>Dont know man, I am freaking out with the morphotron, maybe there is some truth there, or am I just scrambling my brain with it?

>>635630
[x]Other
>"Dowd, can we get a translation of the map, and the meaning of those numbers on the side? I got a feeling in my gut that says it is important."

>>636032
See these posts for the translation. The numbers are military time, presumably the watch rotation.

>>/questdis/86708
>>/questdis/86710

Indonesian Gentleman 2015/05/19(Tue)08:33 No. 641477 ID: e6f4b4
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"We still got some time, right? I'll see what I can dig up on this Dr. Twelvetrees." You say as you start your Codex and plug into the cyberspace.
As information ebbs and flows onto the shore of your mind, you sift through them - like looking for cowrie shells in the coastal sand. Um, seems like you inadvertently picked up some sort of ambient data - you quickly dismiss it as irrelevant - as you gather up information on Dr. Twelvetrees. It seems like he's currently working as a neurosurgeon at TITOR Labs. Interesting, he used to work at Mnemosyne R&D, an AI research lab; Tribranch, which is a big pharmacorp; and Apex Communications, which used to work in the satellite business, but now closed. You know that he is married, but the details of his residence and family members is in some heavily-defended corporate database, one you wouldn't want to risk triggering before your job. Then you wonder about that liaison McDowd met.