It makes sense. Trying to figure out a way of making the effects of your actions more overt, but keeping your identity secret usually involves something like that... Though I suppose that must mean I've gotten their attention already.
[ she tsks a little, but whatever other comment she might have to add dies before she can voice it because, well.
a memory comes through. please just ignore the cafe part and start with the actual cutscene.
it's strange, though. going into the memory, there's a faint, persisting feeling of disorientation, of things feeling jarringly not-right. a thin current of real and physical pain threading through the background that ... has no basis in what's being seen, right?
who is this doll? why is she so familiar?
--ah.
and reality crashes back in. right, the explosion. you can't feel your arm past the stump remaining. there's something wrong with your eye, and one of your legs, your system diagnostics are blaring errors and critical failures at you, and your team is yelling at you, for you...
A squad shrouded in mystery. ▓▓▓▓▒ has met them once, and others can only guess at the members' identities from rumors. Members of the squad all have advanced AI and high capacity for independent operation. Rumor has it that Squad 404 usually deals with ░▓▒▓▓▓▒▓▓▒▒▒░░
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Date: 2020-07-01 02:04 am (UTC)[ she tsks a little, but whatever other comment she might have to add dies before she can voice it because, well.
a memory comes through. please just ignore the cafe part and start with the actual cutscene.
it's strange, though. going into the memory, there's a faint, persisting feeling of disorientation, of things feeling jarringly not-right. a thin current of real and physical pain threading through the background that ... has no basis in what's being seen, right?
who is this doll? why is she so familiar?
--ah.
and reality crashes back in. right, the explosion. you can't feel your arm past the stump remaining. there's something wrong with your eye, and one of your legs, your system diagnostics are blaring errors and critical failures at you, and your team is yelling at you, for you...
oh, good. then it worked. they're fine. haha.
(in the present, 45 just. freezes. fuck.) ]