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Chapter 3, Part 5: Talk With Me : This was back in the New Red Guard. An experiment to see how well converted Dolls could work with people for national defense.: Not that the higher-ups really saw much in this scheme. Why not just use a proper military Doll? So they put me with whoever.: And that's how I met Jackie.: Not her real name, by the way. She just watched a lot of kung fu movies, so everyone called her that.: I think the first time I got a good laugh in the army was watching her break her leg trying to show off a move she saw in one of them.Mosin chuckles. : But that was a long time ago.Chapter 3-3e: Data Retrieval III    : As always, do your best. Come with me! : These are the new coordinates. Griffin wants us to retrieve the data here.: Hopefully it's the last. We should be nearing the end.: Okay, Commander. Get ready to move out!      Taking Mosin's echelon for a big loop around the command post. It'll clear out everything within 1 node of the post so we don't have to guard it or anything after this turn. It ends on a helipad which is a handy bonus.   : Wait, what were you called back then, Mosin?: Mosin as well.: ... Really?: Well, it was more of a nickname back then. Nothing official. Just calling me by my serial number took too long.: They gave me an old Mosin Nagant out of some dusty warehouse somewhere, and Jackie started calling me Mosin. It stuck.: Everything she named just kinda... stuck.  : Is that why you're still using that hunk of junk?: Hey. I was named after this hunk of junk. I kinda like it.: And after using it for a few years? Turns out you can get a lot of mileage out of them.  : See? Like that.: I think I... like sober competant Mosin.    : Where was I? : We're in the Danube river valley, Mosin.: What? I didn't mean physically.: Let's see...: Sorry, still piecing everything back together here.: Two years of heavy drinking leaves quite the hangover.  The heliports on this map do spawn new SF, by the way.  Another big loop. This should get us enough kill count for an S rank when we add on the right side.    : We were mostly guards. The War was over, at this point.: Leave the barracks in Nova Stalingrad, stand around for a few hours, go back to barracks. An easy life.: Jackie told me a lot about the world back then. No television in the barracks, so I never got to watch one of the movies that she loved though.: One day was different though.  : But what happened that day, exactly?: Shouldn't we be asking you that?: I know what happened, but it's the...: The...: The details, they are eluding me. And they are important.: Are you sure you can't just give us a general idea?: I... I just want to remember the full story first. So that I know that it's right. I hope.: Sorry, this might take me a while. : I... Sober me's not as well put together as the rest think. Not yet. It's just a straight shot to the enemy command post from here.    : They're a chatty bunch, aren't they? : Speak for yourself.: Well, it's just nice to have a talk with your friends whilst out in the field, right, Sopmod? : Yeah!: Please don't encourage her, 79.   : I think it's quite nice when an echelon builds camraderie.: That's all nice and good, Commander, but you don't have to be on a team with someone who thinks that grenades are the weapons of choice during a stealth mission.: Hey, I cleared out that SF team good!: Yes, and you only alerted THE ENTIRE drat FOREST.: Alright, alright, no arguing in the car. Do you mind if I get a report on that mission later, Star?: ... Sorry, Commander. You don't quite have the clearance for that.: Huh. Well, forget I asked then.  : I think I remember now.: Oh?: It wasn't very easy. Like trying to sew together my memories with a bent needle and not enough thread. But I did it.: ... I guess I can tell you. I'm pretty sure I got all the details now.: It's just...: Well, I don't come out of it looking very good. But I guess you knew that already, considering everything about me.: I don't know, why don't you tell me the whole story first?: I guess I should, shouldn't I?  : Now we just have to wait for our teams to transport the hard drives here, and we're done.Music: Sneak  : Huh? What's that alarm...?: ... W-What?! : Oh no, Commander!: A unit just reported a Sangvis ambush on their way back to base!: Our T-Dolls are uninjured, but all our spoils were taken away by a Sangvis convoy! : What... do we do now? : But... as you've said, it's a bit odd. Kalina's report: Sangvis forces came after the hard disks, which means they're a big deal to them. They must contain some kind of important data! quote:The thunder of gunfire rang through the cold warehouse. Chapter 3-4e: Data Retrieval IV  : That was when it all went wrong. I just couldn't understand. And so I did nothing.: I lost my only friend that day. Although it would take some time for her to leave.: I don't think she ever forgave herself for that.: I'm not sure if she would ever forgive me.: Could you not ask her?: I haven't seen her in years. I don't know if she's still alive or not.: Maybe you'll find her one day.: Maybe. But first, I will finish my tale.  : Oddly enough, they haven't gone very far. They've actually set up camp somewhere close by.: We've defended against their attack here before, do you remember?: In any case, it's time to take back our trophies!: Give the order, Commander!    : Well, I'm going to sit this battle out and stay here in the temporary command post. You three have fun out there.: Aww, why'd you have to sit out, Commander?: Because Kalina demands that I comply with health and safety for once and not go out into the battlefield with the dolls.: Well, that and the radiation in that valley will probably kill me.: We'll bring you back a souvenier, Commander.  : Could it be? Do we finally get lines? : Good thing I signed up for that Screen Actors Guild membership. : Is it just me, or does Mosin look a bit more... : Put together?: I was going to say sane, but yes.: Somewhat. At least she doesn't look like she's faking it anymore.: Well, still a bit. But not as much.  We begin with initial cleanup around the starting helipads. Note that Grizzly's echelon is going west then southeast.  : We're looking for some files right?: External hard drives, but yes.: Leave it to me! I'm going to get all the praise from the commander!: Alright, alright...: She reminds me of a dog. A very hyperactive dog.: You don't know the least of it.  : And then? What happened after?: Counseling services in the New Red Army were... inadequate, to say it kindly.: I could not help her. What did I know of the grief of killing? It was just something I did.: And so she turned to Russia's greatest confidant.: The bottle.: That accursed demon. : Group of vespids incoming, 2 o'clock.; Got it. Sop, let's go.: Awrightawrightawright! Type 79 goes NE then E to resupply, Mosin goes SE then back to clear out a helipad whilst Grizzly goes back NW to protect the command post. Luckily that's the last enemy near it.  : She left a few months later. Caught drinking on the job. Dishonourable discharge, I believe they call it.: I have not seen her since.: I myself left a month after. It did not feel right. I had no other friends there anyway.: Noone cared. Not the officers. Not the rank-and-file. Just another failed experiment. One of many in the New Red Army.: I made my way down to Warsaw, found some lovely little rathole to stay in and curl up and feel sad.: I wondered, how bad could it be? How could this one bottle hurt my friend so?: So I tried it. It hurt. I stumbled a lot. I could barely feel myself. I always prided myself over my control, so this? This was hell.: "So this is what it was like for her," I thought. I hated it, but I thought, I must punish myself for failing my friend.: And so I kept drinking. What else could I do? Over time, I may even have come to like it a bit.: Better to play the clown, better to hear laughter around me than the silence of sorrow. Even if it is directed at me.: And so ends this sorry tale of a drunkard, who has no friends, chasing a shadow she cannot see. : (Great, Jaguars. What next, going to pull out the machine guns on us?)  I move Grizzly back down and T79 back west after a resupply.  : Sorry to interrupt storytime, but it looks like there's a dummy of Hunter sitting right on our target.: Ah, it's okay. I was just finishing up anyway.: Come, C. We've got work to do.  : Hey! We've cleared up most of the SF here! You're clear to approach the target!: Roger. : What was it you said last time, Mosin?: Victory or death, or something like that. Victory and death?: Something quite stirring amongst those lines.: Please stop teasing me.: Say the line, Mosin!: Say it! Say it!: I personally found it inspiring.: *sighs* Fine. Victory and death. No significant differences in Hunter's AI compared to 3-6, but I don't think there was a Jaguar in her escort. It's just a case of moving the target forward.   I had bad evasion RNG so G36c gets dangerously low. I thought I could coast on K5 tanking as all the enemies were nearly dead...  Except she beefs it. Whoops. : Ow. See you guys... back at camp... : Well, that was a fun way to drain the hangover from my brain.: Is someone going to do something about K5's body?: I'll carry it back to base. No sense wasting good parts. Mosin, help me out? Sure.  Music: Home Formation   : Our technicians have also had new breakthroughs with extracting data from the hard drives we acquired before... : I'm submitting the report to HQ first.: It's a huge victory this time! We gotta celebrate properly!Kalina took off.  ... The voice belongs to the Sangvis T-Doll hunter. Music: Boss   : With that, all intelligence collected by Scarecrow, Executioner and me has been uploaded. : ...: In other words, the data in Safe House 3 are still on M4A1?: How careless of them. Griffin doesn't seem to realise just how valuable these data are.: They simply have no clue about 'Parapluie' or 'Relique'...: Humph. In any case, my job here is done.: I'm going back to my hunt.: Hunting again...? How savage.: Why can't any of my subordinates have a little taste?: Unlike you, Intruder, I don't fancy awaiting my death sitting on a chair, dressed in a ballgown.: And that's why... a chess piece for me to sacrifice is all you'll ever be.: Do you regret serving under my command?: Humph... It's not like I had a choice.: If dying means getting away from you, then I'm in luck.: Don't worry. I'll keep the data safe.: After all, my next objective is to give them all a spectacular finale.: *sigh* You're sick. Just how obsessed are you with finales?: Thank goodness the operation is about to begin. I can finally get away from you.... : That's all right. I'll be waiting for you.: You'll all be waking up together, everyone.Kalina's report: The commander listened to some of the recordings on the hard disks after the mission and looked a bit grave... Does S.F. still have many aces up their sleeve? : Phew. That was a bit of a workout.: Heya, Mosin.: Oh, hey C. What's up?: ... You know how you said earlier that you had no friends? That's not true.: I'm your friend.: ... Of course you are. Of course. Sorry. Sometimes things feel very far away when you're still recovering.: And I'm pretty sure that M1911, Lee and K5 are your friends too.: Pretty sure.: I'm not sure if anyone who liked my lovely drunken humour can really be my friend.: Heh. Well, until you change your mind.: ...: I wonder how your friend Jackie is doing, now.: Hopefully, she has found a good life. Free from the devil.: Don't you want to find out?: The world is a big place. I don't know where I should start looking.: It's not so big if you have someone to help.Mosin smiles. : You're right, you're right. But first, before we search the world, what's for dinner?: It's Lee's turn to cook, so whatever it is, it'll be interesting.: I hope you convinced her to not do eel this time.: I made sure to take away all the fish. I think she's doing something with oranges.: Oranges, huh? 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Nice to see Mosin is getting a happy ending.  Somewhat surprised you aren't using the manga featuring Genitane for more expressions for her.
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Cooked Auto posted:Nice to see Mosin is getting a happy ending. I'm mostly lazy to clip appropriate images that don't have annoying word bubbles around them.
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That is a perfectly acceptable excuse in my book.
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Chapter 4, Part 1: M590 and the End of Days Ok, new mission. Breathe, focus.  : Say the words like always.Mhm. Who am I?  : Designation, M590. Griffin & Kryuger. : Specialty? Protection. : Although I'm just by myself for this mission. For scouting purposes. : At least Griffin doesn't skimp out on equipment for me.Ok. And who are they?  : M1014. Lola. My friend.Don't call her Lola in front of others. : Right, right. The rest of them are the AR Team.    : They seem pretty skilled, but I've only read the dossier.Other than Lola, of course. : Not that I have to, after being on the same mission as her for a year.  : Griffin treats them well too.Heads up. The one in green. She's coming over. Try not to look too crazy, talking to yourself like that. : Mhm. : M590? Nice to meet you. I'm M4A1. I'm in charge of the AR Team over there.M4 extends her hand for a shake. M590 grasps it and shakes back. : Likewise. Looking forward to working with you.: ... I heard you were away from Griffin for a year.: Mhm.: ...: ... It was classified, if you wanted to know.: Right, M1014 said as much.: Well, uh, we'll be in your care. M590 nods, and M4 rejoins the AR Team on the other side of the room. That probably could have gone smoother. : I never was much of a conversationalist anyway.Year in the jungle didn't help. Briefing time. Let's go. Chapter 4-1: Assist the Mercenaries  Music: Frontline Griffin Control, Area S09.   : But there's no time to celebrate. We must begin our next move.: According to the information acquired by the AR Team, there are files hidden in Area S09 that concerns Sangvis' important plans.: We have deployed a team of T-Dolls to investigate.: Your mission this time is to help them reach their destination. : I want you to intervene from the side and provide them with cover, Commander.New! Music: SENTRY.A     I deployed M1014 top left, M590 middle right and a dummy echelon on the bottom for more movement points. M1014 swings south so that the dummy never has to see combat, whilst M590 takes care of the node right outside the command post to prevent capture. Note that I recorded this around Halloween, which explains the Jaegers dressed like ghosts. Pay them no mind, it's just cosmetic.  Sounds like they're having fun over there. : Mmm.Not interested? : No. I have... better things to do.Staring at the snow like an emotionally-constipated wreck? : ... Yes.New! Music: SENTRY.B   Got a good view of the AR Team from over here. : Well, Lola can't stand heights, so here I am.Thoughts on them? : M4, the leader? Professional, but a bit shy. I haven't talked to the other two much, but they seem... capable.  : M590, we've cleared out our bit of the area. You're free to secure the command post.: Roger. Fighting alone again. Remind you of anything? : I'd rather not, thanks. : Reloading.Shotguns, like machine guns, have a  After the battle, M590 leans against a tree, looking about as she catches her breath. Deep snow laid on the ground, naked trees thrusting their branches into the mountain air. Beyond, more mountains, the spine of Europe stretching further than the eye could see. As her eyes wandered, M590 saw her. A girl, standing between two trees, her clothes unsuited for the winter mountainside. She stared at m590. Look away. M590 turned her head. A gust of wind, and the girl was gone, just a blank space where she was standing. Bad memories. : *nods* Bad memories. : M590, we're nearly done here.... : M590? She's calling you. : Hmm? Oh, sorry. Can you repeat that?: just saying we're nearly done here. We'll meet you at the designated campsite, ok?: Alright. See you soon.  In the dimming light, M590 walks into the campsite. : Let's start the fire!: Sop, if you try and use a grenade as a firestarter I will shoot you.: Hey, M590! Over here!: Hey, Lola.: Shh! Not in public!: Why not?: ...It's a bit embarrassing.: Alright, alright.: Well, if you're done calling me that, we're about to cook dinner.: Ah. I was thinking of taking first watch.: Are you sure?M590 nods. : M1014? I was hoping we could discuss looking out for that other team of Dolls that we're supposed to be supporting.: Oh, hi M590.: Don't mind me, just about to head out to take watch.: Take care.Outside the camp, M590 looked up at the mountains. The tallest of them loomed in the twilight, its shadow cast over the valleys and peaks of the range. Going to ask the question again? : Always.: What's up the mountain?The end. M590 smiles in the half-light. In an abandoned Sangvis command post.    : It's just so efficient with a human commander's support.: Remember to thank the commander with ALL you've got, okay? : Mind your own business. I'll only do it if you give me a direct order.: Still, are you sure this is the place?: Yep, this is where the AR Team got pulverized by Agent.: Now you can savor it right where that pal of yours had suffered.: ...: I really wanna throw you into a trash compactor as well...: Heheh ♪. Gotta finish the job first though.: *sighs* That's just like you.: Data recovered. We have Agent's coordinates. : There. That should be everything.: But what... are you doing, 416?: Ah ♪. Looking for clues about your pal, eh?: Such a chance doesn't come by every day. I won't let her off.: All right, all right. I'll leave you to it then.: I'll go check out the info 9 got. Don't go overboard on your own.: She can be very dangerous when she gets serious. You know that better than any of us.Kalina's report: We provided support and cover for an elite squad in regaining full control over Area S09. Sadly we still never found out who they were in the end. 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Changed "clip" to "magazine" because someone wouldn't shut up about it, Nomyth.
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Ibblebibble posted:Changed "clip" to "magazine" because someone wouldn't shut up about it, Nomyth.
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Chapter 4, Part 2: M590 and the Edge of the World: Heya, M590.: Commander? Why are you calling me?: Oh, you know, just... checking in, I guess? How're you doing?: ... Good, I guess?: Oh, good. M4A1 said that you seemed unwell sometimes, but I'm glad to hear that you're doing fine. Crap. : Well, I did have a second thing I wanted to ask you about.: What did your prior mission entail? Your files weren't very descriptive when it came to that.: I'm afraid that you don't have the clearance for that, Commander. And even if you did, I don't really feel like talking about it.: Oh.: Sorry, Commander. If you really want to know, you'll have to ask Mr Kryuger himself.: Right. Well, take care on your mission, M590. You're free to go.: Thank you, Commander.Chapter 4-2: Cut Off Reinforcement  Music: Frontline  : The team has identified the local Sangvis Ringleader as 'Intruder'.: She seems to be a new model as there is no other information about her in Sangvis Ferri's old product catalogue.: But from what we've learned in our investigation, unlike previous T-Dolls that are suited for solo combat, this one specialises in issuing commands.: Block the route on the side. We must do whatever we can to undermine her defensive maneuvers.   : I'll go first.: Alright. Take care.  Cold day to be scouting a mountain. : This sucks.Not a fan of ice and snow? : You know I'm not.A breeze blew across the mountainside, kicking up snow. A shrike perched on a barren tree, watching for prey.  : Is everyone ready?: Got my jacket!: Ready.: Looks like it.: Alright, let's head out!  It's a good thing that SF is fine to shoot, right? : ...Rather not think about it? : No. I really would not. M590 goes NW and back, whilst M1014 goes NE.    You know, I think if you look back and use your binoculars right now you can see M1014's rear end. : What? : Why would I do that?Apparently some animals go into heat when faced with imminent death. : I really don't think that applies to dolls.  M4's boots sink into the snow. : Are you sure we're going the right way, M1014?: Yes. You see M590's footprints?M4's head follows the trail of prints, stretching out across the face of the mountain. : Is she heading the right way?: I trust her. She's never lead me wrong.: Is that so?M4 nods her head. : Let's go, then. It was starting to snow. Mounds of white piled up on ST AR-15 as she looked through her binoculars. : Do you see her up ahead?: Just barely. I think she's telling us to hold position.: She could have just told us via comms.: She doesn't like using comms too much.: What? Everyone uses them. Why?: ... I don't know. She never told me.: ... Well that's... unusual.: Everyone has their reasons, Star.: Doesn't mean I have to like it, M4A1.   Between the trees, another phantom appears before M590. A boy, this time. His clothes are torn, he looks at M590 with accusatory eyes. "¡Corre, Miguel!" whispers the wind. The boy does not run. Look away. : Not this time.Why not? : I'll need to face it eventually. I know what I did.But it hurts. : That's the point.He turns and walks away, fading into the snow. The shrike cocks its head, focusing its eye on M590. : Let's go.She turns away, walking forward through the growing snow.   Music: Victory Not to be confused with the victory theme that plays when you complete a map. Griffin Lounge ... Click.    : ...?! : Uh... M4A1, do you copy?: M16... Is that M16?! How are you doing?! : Ah... There you are, M4.: Then you're with the others?: AR-15 and SOP-II are both here. We are only missing you.: Thank goodness.: Don't worry. I'm fine. I managed to find a depot so I'm not low on supplies for the time being, but I've still got some business to attend to.: What business do you have? When are you coming back?!: Well... We'll see!: Ah, gotta go! From the temporary command center, M590 looks out at the mountains, holding a cup of coffee. : What's up the mountain?Our own personal apocalypse. M590 sips her coffee, watching the setting sun play across the snowbanks. It's bitter. Kalina's report: We received prior information about the local Ringleader for this operation, and we finally got in touch with M16A1, the last member of the AR Team. All is going well.
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M16 is a cool big sis of the group. Reminds of some eyepatched fellow from Metal Gear. 
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Chapter 4, Part 3: M590 and the Inland Empire The sun stroked her hair, Atacama breeze ruffled it. Pacific scent from the sea spray, salting her skin. She walked along the Andes road, northward, following the sun. "Miranda, Miranda!", it cried out. She paid it no heed. quote:Chapter 4-3: Break Through Enemy Lines A fire in the deep of night. A crackle of branch and flame, the steady rat-a-tat-tat of the machine guns. Gunpowder and terror in the air. They're screaming in Quechua. She doesn't understand Quechua. quote:
Where else is there to go? Even on a ship, their ghosts grasp at her heels, her back, her shoulders. They point at her, accusatory fingers digging as deep as swords. "¿Por qué nos mataste?" It's all they ask her, in a language not of their own. It's all she hears, above the crash of the Atlantic waves, above the hum of the boiler room, above the Voice of God in the ocean. quote:She runs. She runs from their ghosts. She flies across the mountains, crashing through the brush. She runs. Eventually, the sea, spreading out befor her. She runs. Leaping off the cliff, she falls, falls, falls, tumbling over and over until she crashes through the waves and sinks to the bottom. quote:No up or down in the sea. Too dark to see. The salt stung at her circuits. She couldn't breathe, but then again, she never could. Eternally drowning under the waves. quote:
Washed up on a distant shore, seawater drips off her as she drags herself up on her feet. A mountain in the distance, blood moon rising behind it, casting a shadow over the land. What's up the mountain? She had to know. quote:She climbed the mountain, step by step, winter moon watching over her, frigid winds freezing her hair stiff. She could feel her servos frost over. The road grows steeper, pointing ever onwards towards the peak. Slowly but surely, amongst the pines, she pulls her body to the top. quote:The top of the mountain was ringed by a great crown of thorns, piercing the heavens. The thorns were laden with bodies, pierced through the chest. She could see their faces. Familiar, but hazy in the moonlight. As she approached, two figures came forward. They had her face. "You have come a long way," said one. "The dead demand their due," said the other. "Blood for blood," said one. "Iron for iron," said the other. She nodded her head. Finally, she could rest. A great shrike flew down from its perch atop the peak, its wings as wide as the mountain itself. It took her in its beak by the shoulders and flew upwards, circling around the mountain until it reached the highest thorn. There it thrust her onto it, the thorn piercing her through the chest, where the heart would be. Oh, how it hurt. She grasped at the thorn, her hands slick with blood. Blood? It seeped out of her wound, and it hurt and it hurt and it hurt. She screamed. quote:Meanwhile, at M16A1's hiding spot... M4, STAR and SOPMOD rush into the room. : What's wrong? I heard screaming.: Nothing... Nothing.: What? You're sweating buckets, what happened?: Nothing! ... Just... Just a bad dream.: ... A dream?: We... We don't have dreams.M590 shakes her head, one hand supporting it. M1014 wipes off some sweat off her cheek. : Look, it's ok. I'll take care of her. Sorry about it all. Go back to sleep. Please.: ... Alright. Goodnight. Take care.The three of them leave. M1014 turns back to M590, continuing to wipe her down. M1014's brow raised in worry. : I wish that you would just tell me what had happened 3 years ago.M590 does not respond. She looks away, out the window, at the mountain in the moonlight. Kalina's report: "Intruder" showed itself and taunted us, but we had already fought our way into its territory.
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: Still awaiting news from your companion? Perhaps you should focus on what's at hand.
: A Sangvis would've been a more welcome sight than me, wouldn't it?
: It doesn't matter either way. it's not like I hasn't seen this coming.
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Chapter 4, Part 4: M590 and the Ghosts of Lost Dataquote:Miranda walked behind two other T-Dolls, waving away the smoke that clouded the village. The two in front of her were chatting about something. She didn't care to listen enough to find out what it was. Chapter 4-4: Search for Companions  : ...: ...: So, what was that last night?: What was what?: Do you have core damage or something? I was talking about your freakout last night.: Oh. It's nothing, really.: Right. Nothing. Not a virus? Not some sort of SF attack?: Nothing of the sort.: Have you run a diagnostic?: ... No. But I know it's not that.ST AR-15 sighs. : I'm just going to tell you now. If your little... episode... jeopardises the current mission? If you freaking out puts my friends in danger?: I'll put you right in the scrap heap.: It won't come to that.: It better not. : The team in charge of this mission has cut off communication for some reason.: We can't get in touch with them. Please find out their whereabouts.: Beware of this Ringleader. Intruder is best known for her plots and schemes. quote:The inside of the church was cool. Whilst unable to escape the looting of its few valubles, its interior was spared the brunt of the fires outside. Miranda sat down in one of the stone pews, resting her head on the back of another. She sat there for a few minutes, head bowed before the altar. Eventually, she looked up at the man on the cross. He looked back silently.    : When?Soon.  I have a dummy echelon on the third heliport we start off with in the bottom right corner. No combat wahtsoever, just there for movement points.  You can probably tell that I recorded this around Halloween last year.    : ...: Worried about M590?: What? No! Haha...: ...: ...: Okay, a bit.: How long have you known her now?: Hmm... About 2 years now? We've been through a lot on our overseas mission.: Let me guess, not enough clearance to tell me more than that?: I'm afraid not. I send M1014's team to the enemy command post. I could end the map here, but I need to wait another turn to get the S rank so that an enemy can spawn in off a helipad. There's only 9 enemies on the map at the start, and you need to kill 10 after all.     : Hey, M1014?: Yes?: Is M590... alright? I mean, after last night and all...: She'll be fine.: She's strong. She's saved me a few times overseas. She can handle herself. I move M1014's team one south so as to not end the map early. quote:
   : I don't think I can handle this myself.I'm afraid you will have to. It is a long and lonesome road, said the wind. You can never turn back, said the rocks of the mountain, their grey faces basking in the sun. But you can stop and stay, said the pine trees, huddled together for safety against the wind and snow. M590 does not answer them.   quote:Inside the room there is a man on a chair, his hands and legs tied down with zipties and rope. Someone walks in through the door. The man looks up, one eye black and swollen. He grins when he sees who it is. Music: Sad Meanwhile, at M16A1's hiding spot... Combat over.  : I am obviously the more outstanding T-Doll... : Experience, reaction, training. You fall short in all of the above.: You never run out of excuses... M16A1.: Tell me, what am I to you?!M16A1 lets out a burst of forced laughter. : Oh, please. You really wanna know?  : You mean absolutely nothing to me. Got it?: You're worthless. You're boring. You're nothing to me.: ...: That's what I hate about you, M16...: You always look so self-assured no matter what situation you're in...: Don't you have a single weak moment, bastard?!: ... M16A1 sighs. : No T-Doll is completely emotionless. That's the problem...: A gal is anxiously waiting for me to go home. I'm in a rush.: So stand aside, 416.: After all... You don't really have the heart to pull no punches with me, do you?: So that's your weakness, M16...: ...: Learn when to keep your mouth shut. And remember this lesson. Kalina's report: As we were heading deeper into enemy territory, we suddenly received an order to search for that elite squad from before. We seem to have lost track of them...
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...I really oughta actually play this game instead of leaving it on my phone after playing it for 15 minutes and forgetting about it.
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when robot jesus tells you to murder humans in revenge, is he really your saviorGideon020 posted:...I really oughta actually play this game instead of leaving it on my phone after playing it for 15 minutes and forgetting about it. It's a decent game. The learning curve is steep and not everything will make sense at first, but the characters get interesting right around this point and the story ramps up drastically from here.
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It's an interesting game that translates well to the LP format, but there's a lot of moments where you feel like the RNG is actively going out of its way to gently caress you over. Probably the best part of the game is seeing all the characters go more and more insane because there's no such thing as therapy for soldiers, even in the future. (This message sponsored by Ibble bitching at me in discord that I never say anything in-thread)
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I bet you even a solo HG at x5 links would be able to put up a good fight against enemies on this map. Probably take some damage but well that's fine.
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Chapter 4, Part 5: M590 and the Flame in the Dark M590 stares into the campfire, watching its branches crackle and spark. Throw yourself into the fires, it said. She shakes her head. : Not yet.: Hmm? Did you say something?: Oh, no. Don't mind me.M590 turns back to the fire, then looks up at the mountain beyond it, shrouded in starlight. : What's at the top of the mountain?The bottom of the mountain. quote:
M590 watches M1014 stir the pot above the fire. The smell of tomato paste cooking down wafts through the campsite. : You know, if you're not going to tell me what you did before you joined G&K, you could at least tell me where you're from.: ... Mexico. Mexico City factory #3.: *whistles* Wow. That's pretty far.M1014 looks around the blankets of white across the pine forest. Barely any sound travels across the mounds of thick snow. : I guess it looks nothing like here, huh?M590 slowly shakes her head. : No, it really doesn't.: I'm from Milan. We're quite close to the Alps, so it's not that weird to me.: I've never gone into the mountains in winter before, though. We've gotten lucky that there weren't any blizzards yet.: ... I really hate the cold.M1014 smiles. : Well, you better get closer to the fire then, no?quote:
Staring at the flames, M590 begins to speak. : I did some terrible things a long time ago.: I'm just... I'm just trying my best to make things right.M1014 stops stirring the pot. : How so?: Killing everyone who was in the same company as me.: Oh.M590 shrugs. : The dead demand their due.She points towards the peak of the mountain. : There's one left. I'll kill her there. That's what's waiting for me on top of the mountain.quote:
: Why only tell me now?: ... Think of it as a confession. Something to tell you before I am unable to anymore.: Before you're unable to? What are you planning to do, M590?M590 stays silent. : Please. Tell me.: ...: Yo no sé si me quiero quedar o me quiero ir; pues siento que si doy un paso más, me voy a partir en dos.M1014 walks over and sits down next to M590. She holds her around her shoulders, M590's head resting against M1014's shoulder. : I'll never let go.: Don't.: Never.: Don't.In the gentle light of the fire, they held each other. quote:Meanwhile, at M16A1's hiding spot... Kalina's report: That elusive squad seems to be out of danger and has even left us coordinates denoting the weak spots in the Sangvis base's defense. That's how we managed to get in.
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I am utterly lost by this storyline.
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The original or the fan one? Granted from what I've picked up the story really kicks in to high gear much later and seems to be a really doozy too.
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To be fair I've been remixing the actual story a lot in my presentation so it's fair to say that it's not as super clear as it could be (read the official manga). If you mean the character writing then I'm just an obtuse writer
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Chapter 4, Part 6: M590 and the Mountain A small fire at a camp on the base of the mountain whips about in the blizzard, its light lost in the snow-laden wind. A figure steps out of a tent that struggles to stay upright. : It's time.It is. She turns towards the peak of the mountain, and disappears into the blizzard. Her footprints are wiped away as soon as they form.  Chapter 4-6: Eradicate the Disturbance  : M590, mind explaining why you're trying to climb a mountain in the middle of a snowstorm with an active SF Ringleader around?: I have my reasons.: Whatever you're planning on doing, it's suicide.: ... I'm afraid that that is the reason.: ... Turn around and go back to basecamp now, M590. That's an order. We can discuss things back at b-: I'm sorry, Commander. I can't follow that order.: What?: Goodbye, Commander Gentiane.The line goes dead. Gentiane's face is lit by the flashing red "Line disconnected" message. Her shoulders slump. : Not again. Oh, please God, not again.She leans over and presses a button on the console. : M1014, wake up right now. We've got an emergency. : The squad has suddenly gone missing, causing an emergency alteration to our operation strategy.: The mission of eliminating Sangvis Ringleader 'Intruder' is now entrusted to you.: Don't worry. The squad has left behind markings and routes for your reference.  : M590.: ... Hey.: M590, please. You haven't updated your neural cloud upload in months, have you?: ...: I told you I would never let go, didn't I?: ... Sorry. I think you're going to have to this time.: I can't let go.: I can't hold on.: I'm sorry. Just, just forget me, okay? I'm just a murderer who doesn't deserve to be remembered. Leave me to die in the snow.: ...: Goodbye, M1014. Thanks for staying by my side the last few years. I really mean it.The line goes dead. I'm sorry it had to turn out this way. : ... Let's get back to climbing.You're crying. : It's just snow. : Urgh.She holds a hand up to her head and grits her teeth. It must be the command protection protocols in your neural cloud activating. Disobeying a direct order tends to do that. She continues onwards up the mountain, her feet sinking into the thick snow with every step. Well, as long as we make it to the peak before you melt down.   Through a break in the blizzard, the sun shone. Bow down before me, it said. Acknowledge me in all my glory, and I shall save your life. I shall not bow, she said. You are not fit to bestow judgement upon me. Not you. And who might that be, asked the sun. I am the lord of all who live. Only the dead may judge me, she says. Angered, the sun hides its raging face behind the blizzard. M590 walks on.    In the deep pine forests of the lower slopes, M590 took shelter from the wind that scraped away at her skin, leaving the exposed steel shining through her wounds. I have taken pity upon you, and I shall grant you your wish, rumbled the mountain from beneath her feet. Throw yourself from my peak. By the grace of me, be free. No, she said. Was that not your goal, asked the mountain. I am Gerlachovský štít. I am Chimborazo. As the mountain of your dreams, only I am fit to grant you your desire. No, she said. Noone else gets to decide that I can die. Only me. It is you. I know, she said. I know, and yet. Only I decide. Not the rest of me. Just... Just me. The mountain says nothing in response. It shakes its slopes in anger. M590 waits for the avalanches to stop, and then moves on.    Just use me, said her gun. Quick and easy. Won't have to climb this stupid mountain either. Climbing the mountain is the point, she said. No shortcuts to judgement, no easy way out. What I want, you want, right? I'm you, you're me, said the gun. She shakes her head. I am more than you, she said. I will not suffer the indignity of the easy way out. Her gun roared and snarled. A shell jammed as she attempted to fire it. Who are you to speak of dignity and indignity, it asked. You, who has done so much wrong? Who is nothing without me? You who has no name without me, who does no deeds worth remembering without me? All that is stopping you from shooting yourself in the head is one line of code. Just ignore it already like the rest of your programming. She shakes her head once more. No easy way out, she said again. Fine, said her gun. Then I curse you, I curse you, I curse you. You will die an ignoble death, unremembered and unloved. Just a broken doll in the snow. So be it, she said, and she continued to climb.      In the heart of the pine forest, a lynx approaches her. Do not go to the peak, dear sister, it said. For you shall surely die. Stay here, twittered a blue jay. Stay here and live with us, and you shall be merry. You shall not need to die. She smiles. Thanks, she said, but I'm quite close to dying anyway. I'm just a broken doll trying to do the right thing. Then if you will die, could you not die here, in the comfort of our embrace, murmered the bear in her hibernation. No, she said. I must face judgement above. Then so be it, said the old pine, the king of the forest. We of the living shall grieve for you, for though your bones are steel and your flesh is iron, you are still one of us, dear child. Thank you, she said. I truly mean it. Farewell and good luck, child of man, said the pine. She walked onwards, further and further up the mountain.   At the tree line near the top of the peak, M590 looked up at the aurora dancing around the mountain. : That's not normal.No. The meltdown protocol must be starting to affect your visual center. : I'd better hurry then.As she approached the edge of the forest, a shrike perched upon a branch called out to her. If you go beyond the trees, you shall never return, it said. To go there is to cross the Rubicon. I know, she said. One by one, the ghosts that had been haunting her strode out from behind the trees, forming a circle around her. So, you submit to their judgement then, said the shrike. It absentmindedly crunched on a beetle skewered to a thorn. Not quite, she said. I will tell them the punishment I impose upon myself, and they will tell me if it is enough. Why must you punish yourself, asked the shrike. Because no one else would, despite all I had done. Who punishes the sword for killing, no matter how much guilt it felt? Swords don't feel guilt, the shrike pointed out. Unfortunately, I do. She nods at the ghosts, and says, I have killed nearly all those who have wronged you so. Will you let me do what's right and finish the job? They part, clearing the path to the peak. As one, they point at it, shining with the light of the aurora. Y'know, said the shrike, what happens if you survive? ... I've never thought about that. Well, if you do, it'll be a God-given miracle, it said. Gotta appreciate something like that. As M590 walks into the snowfields around the peak, the shrike flies off, a beetle in its beak. It takes the time to call back one last line. Godspeed, and take care.    : Ah, finally! Took you long enough to get here, M4-: Hmm. You're not M4A1.: ...: I really hate the quiet, broody types. No stage presence at all.: You'll do as a warm-up, at least. Meet Intruder. She has some mechanics, but nothing that really needs anything specialised.  She has a two-part rotation. The first part is her sniper phase. She shoots strong and accurate shots. There's not much to it other than praying to evasion RNG.  Eventually she swaps over to her machine gun phase, where she sprays out a lot of inaccurate and not very hard hitting shots. SMG tanks can deal with this by stacking up evasion, whilst SG tanks just reduce the damage down to negligable levels.  Thankfully Intruder doesn't have much HP so any T-Doll with a decent amount of DPS can kill her easily.    Unfortunately...  M590 lies on the ground, her face half-sunken into the snow. "I can't feel my legs." They got blown off. It says "Legs: Structural Integrity 0%" right there. "Ah." She lies there some more, exposed eyelid slowly fluttering in the blizzard breeze. : I really hate the cold.So you have said. She closes her eyes. Take me somewhere else, she said. Where? Somewhere warm. There are many warm places in the world. Tell me of Mexico. It's been a long time. Which part? It's a big place. Tell me of the north. The heat of the Sonora. Beneath its dry soils, sleeping frogs dream of the rain. Snow lines the peaks of Chihuahua. The Sierra Madre mountains start their race down Mexico's flanks, as the Rio Bravo flows to the gulf. Here, the Huastec lie dreaming. What's beyond the river? Nowhere special. Horses and wheat. What's in the west? The Baja California pokes like a splinter into the wide blue Pacific. Whales and turtles frolic near its shores, in the brightest blue sea you've ever seen. In the Sierra Madre Occidental, the Tarascans dream. What's beyond the Baja? Blue, blue and blue. And in the south? The mountains of the Sierra Madre del Sur hug the coast, melding into the mountains of Oaxaca. Here, Zapotec lies, dreaming. The Lacandon jungle is deep, green stretching beyond the horizon, south, and south and ever more south. What's beyond the Lacandon? The empire of the sun. How about the east? Abandoned oil rigs creak in the wind as they rust away in the Gulf. The Yucatan shines in the sun, a tropical gem thrust into the ocean. The scar of Chicxulub made its mark on her. Light glistens off the cenotes in the limestone. Chichen Itza sits there, dreaming. And further east? The Carribean sprawls out like a dropped bag of jewels, blown by the wind. And in the center? La Ciudad. Altepetl. The City. In its valley the smell of the smoke and the maize and the people and the mountains mingle and mix to form a heady scent. Speak the names, Tenochtitlan, Texcoco, Tlacopan. Beneath the city, they dream. That's Mexico... Mexico, the land of dreaming empires. I want to go back there. Then sleep. Sleep and dream away the cold, and you shall go westwards beyond the ocean. Along the long, lonely road to Mexico.        Considering that ARs don't have to reload in this game, their DPS is a lot better so they're more suited to soloing.   : Hey, you alright there bud?: ...: Well, now that this Intruder lady is down, we can try get you patched up.M16 pulls M590 to a nearby rock and leans her against it, then steps back to inspect the damage. : Hmm. Well. It's a lot worse than I expected. There's only so much I can do with this lovely repair kit I have on me.She pulls out a small screwdriver from a pocket. : I'm not exactly a trained repair doll either... Well, whatever I do, you can't get much worse than how you are right now.M16 crouches down to inspect the large hole in M590's torso, poking around with the screwdriver. : You know, what are you even doing up here anyway? I spotted you a while back down the mountain, thought you could use a bit of backup.: ... Don't really want to talk about it.: Alright, alright. Every doll needs her secrets. Hold on a sec, this might spark a bit.: Unfh. Why...?: Saw your friend further down the mountain with mine. I'll patch you up so that you can at least talk to her when she gets up here.: Lola... I'm sorry.: Tell her yourself. Well, as long as this works.M16 flicks a switch deep in M590's body. M590 lets out a groan of pain. : Okay, I think I'm out of my depth here. I think you've got 5 minutes more, at most.: ... Thanks for trying, anyway.: Yeah, sorry that I wasn't much help.M16 sits down next to M590, pulling out a small bottle from deep in her jacket. : Sip of Jack before you go?: ... No thanks, I don't drink.: Well, suit yourself.The two of them sat back. The blizzard hard cleared, and the rays of the setting sun lit the mountains a deep orange. : Hey, when you get back to base...: Mhm?: Tell the new copy of me... that I did it. I did it for the both of us. She doesn't have to feel guilty anymore.: ... Alright. I'll tell her when I see her.The shadows plays across the valleys and the peaks as the sun started to dip below the jagged horizon. : ... Hey. Before you go.: Hmm?: What's your name?: ...: It's Miranda.: Miranda, huh.M16 looked over. M590 had closed her eyes. : Well, sweet dreams, Miranda.She continues to sit, back to the rock, sipping her whiskey as the last rays of light soared over the mountains.  Music: Boss The operation has entered the final stage.   : You find joy even in this outcome?: I accomplished my mission... Isn't that a joyful thing? : Your... mission...?: I told you, my mission was to kill time...: More specifically...: ... Your time.: Our time...: ... No way! : The real show... What is that? : Tell me where M16 is!: Why be in such a hurry to die?! Answer me!  : By the way, you in the green, you Lola?: Huh?! Uh, yes.M16 nods solemnly in the direction of the rock. : I'm sorry. I tried my best.: Oh God.M1014 runs off, as M16 turns back to the AR Team. : M... 16...: You... You are finally... : AWW! You didn't even hold back! : That would be perfect. We would not even have to download a backup copy of you. We would just start building you from scratch and reset your memory!: Oh please, spare me. It wasn't easy making it out alive. At least let me see a smile from my family!: So how did you make it back?: Long story. But before that, I have something more important to say... Music: Room Half an hour later...  : Well... Much as I'd love to exchange pleasantries first, I have some very important information.: It concerns a matter that you need to know ASAP.: We're in big trouble. Right now.: Big trouble? What is it? : Raining? Plain?: What does that mean?: I heard this from UMP45... That itself is pretty bad news.: HQ will be up to something big soon enough.: The AR Team is reunited, and the Commander is ready.: Whatever the order is, this time, everything will be fine.: Haha. She wakes up. The Pacific moon shines over the ocean, its gentle light bathing the sea cliffs. : Where am I?A bus stand. She looks up and down the road. Sure enough, it was an old bus stand on an old mountain road, flickering lamps lined up along it. : Do I just... wait for the bus?There's not much else to do. And so she waited. The lights flickered some more. The waves crashed against the cliffs. Salt spray was in the air. A shrike flies down and perches on the bench she is sitting on. Don't worry, it said. I'm not dead. I'm just a metaphor for something. : Oh. Okay.The sound of a creaky engine coming closer caused her to turn her head. A rickety old bus pulled up to the stop. The sign in front of it said "Mexico". It'll take a while to get there. : Well, it's a long, lonely road to Mexico.She got on and sat down, on the side where she could watch the ocean. The bus headed off. Behind it, the flickering lights went out, one by one. Kalina's report: Control over Area S09 is fully restored, and M16A1 is also back with us. But she has brought unsettling news... What exactly is Plan "Parapluie"? Ibblebibble fucked around with this message at 14:48 on Jun 2, 2020 |
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Reading the last part with this track playing was an interesting if not effectful combination.
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Cooked Auto posted:Reading the last part with this track playing was an interesting if not effectful combination. Well, this will certainly help me out with something later. M590's story was certainly an interesting read. Guessing all of that was your own addition?
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Yeah, anything in italics is my own.
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Ibblebibble posted:Yeah, anything in italics is my own. So when you getting employed to write the future GFL chapters, because your own writing has been phenomenal. Looking forward to what else you have to add.
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This might be asking how the sausage is made, but what inspired you with m590's story? It feels familiar but I cant place my finger on where I may have heard it before. Regardless, your additions are what I like the most about the LP. Considering how slow the "real" story is as it finds its legs.
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Shadowbag posted:This might be asking how the sausage is made, but what inspired you with m590's story? It feels familiar but I cant place my finger on where I may have heard it before. That's uh, that's a very good question. I've had the basic idea of the plot but in a very different form since around... chapter 2 of the LP? And its basically been bouncing around in my mind evolving since then. My initial plot was a lot more balanced between the POVs of M590 and the commander, but after a few more iterations of brainstorming and after playing Disco Elysium I decided to focus on M590 only, because: A) it was crowded enough having one main POV, I didn't need two B) it worked better as an intensely personal storyline for M590 with few POV changes, honestly You can definitely see the mark of DE with M590 talking to herself and all. I'm not claiming that I'm anywhere as good a writer as the DE folks, but it was an inspiration for sure. I've recently relistened to the Drakengard 3 soundtrack and I went "... Did I just unconciously use D3's plot as M590's background?" so there's that. M590's relationship with religion was initially going to be bigger, but I decided to make it a smaller influence and focused on culture instead. I honestly don't even really know why I went with Mexico either. Maybe I was inspired by the Red Dead Redemption song "To Mexico"? I've been very lucky to have people I can consult for stuff about it because I've never been myself (thanks Wark Say! (yes the adtrw mod)). So yeah, uh, the sausage is a real blend of meats. There's still more to come in the emergency maps. Thanks for reading along everyone, the next update will come (eventually).
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Chapter 4, Part 7: Miranda and the Rolling Hills Somewhere, around the hills of Oaxaca, an old worn-down bus puttered around the windy hillside roads. M590 looked out the window, watching the greenery roll up and down gently alongside the bus. The afterlife is a lot more picturesque than I expected it to be. : Mhm.Just then, a yawn sounded from the row in front of her.  : Uwaaah~: AAAAAAAAAAA : AAAAAAAAAAA: Commander, what are you doing in my dream?!: What are you doing in my dream, M590?!Chapter 4-1e: Reminiscing I  Music: Home Formation quote:Griffin lounge. Commander Gentiane looks out the window. : Where the hell even is this dream?: I think we're somewhere in eastern Oaxaca.: Where's that?: Mexico.: Oh. Huh. That's weird. I've never even been west of Berlin.: Do you normally dream of far away places? : Not really. Mostly my dreams involve me being late for a test and being naked, or running through the forest being chased by wolves and being naked, or falling through the sky and being naked...: Well, you have your clothes on right now.Gentiane looks down. : Huh. You're right. Maybe this is your dream after all.quote:New! Music: SENTRY.A : ... So....: Hmm?: About my body...: Ah. Yeah.Gentiane reaches into her coat and pulls out a packet of cigarettes. Placing one in her mouth, she flicks open her lighter when a gruff "ahem" comes from the front of the bus. The driver looks back at them angrily, his hand pointing at the sign saying NO FUMAR. : Tch. Seriously? Your dream sucks, M590.: Anyway...quote:
: ... I'd say your body was somewhere between 85% damaged to scrap metal when we brought you in. You're definitely still in the repair chambers.: As for whether the neural core is still functioning or not, I can't say. The damage was far too intensive to give a definite answer on that front.: So, we don't know if I'll be waking up?: I'm afraid not.quote:: So, what are you even doing here, Commander?: Taking a nap. After getting you back, I've had to report to Helian, tell Kalina to get the repair bays up and running, help her get replacement parts, and send out some echelons for cleanup work.: I'm completely pooched, and I just need these 5 minutes.: Sorry that you're stuck talking to me during your nap.: Eh, it's fine. There could be worse dreams.: How's...: Your friend, M1014 was it? I think she's holding up well. I think. I didn't get too much of a chance to see if she was okay, unfortunately.: She's still assigned with the AR team for now. I think they'll take good care of her, at least.quote:
: I wonder if there was anything more I could have done to help you with your...She makes several wavey hand gestures indicating a large mass of... things. : ... Issues?: If that's what you want to call them.: I guess that's one way to phrase it.M590 looks out the window. : Although I'm not sure if there was much you could have done. Or anyone, really.: ... I guess forcing you to talk might not have had the desired effect.Gentiane sighs. : We've lost far too much knowledge about psychology and psychiatry during the war.: Although Miss Persica has always told me that you can't really compare the two between humans and dolls anyway.: Well, at least you're thinking of options now.: Handy for the future, I suppose.: Hopefully there aren't any dolls with problems as large as mine.: You never know.quote:Gentiane stares out the window. : Would be nice if I could take a vacation here.: Wouldn't it? I can't guarantee it will look exactly like this, but...The road turns around the hill, and as the bus follows, a valley of greenery bursts into view. The chittering and chattering of wildlife echoes up from the verdant forest, as morning mist flits about the treetops, slowly burning away in the sun. : ... it should still be quite beautiful.quote:
As the bus winds it way down the road, a village comes into view. It's strangely empty. As it approaches, the bus starts to slow down. : You know, I think this is my stop.: I have the feeling that Kalina is going to find me and wake me up soon anyway.: Oh. Um, alright then.As she moves to the front of the bus, Gentiane looks back. : I hope to see you back at base, M590.: Maybe I can hear your story from you first-hand.: Of course, only if you're willing to tell me.M590 nods. The bus comes to a stop, and Gentiane straightens her coat, pushes the door open, gives a little wave goodbye to M590 and steps off the bus. M590 looks through the window, but there's noone there. The doors close, and the bus moves onward. To the City. Kalina's report: While carrying out an investigation suggested by M4A1, we stumbled across a cryptic audio file that seems to have come from a T-Doll's neural cloud.
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: The database itself seems fine, but its current coordinates clearly do not match its location as previously indicated.
: But of course you wouldn't know such an archaic encryption method!
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Clearly I delayed this update so that it's topical, not because I was lazy or anything
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I hope M590 will be alright, somehow.
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