Beyond what I'm not allowed to speak about, what I can do is limited to begin with. There are consequences, sometimes. [ and that's all she'll say about that, for now. ] But yes, you are correct: I was informed that I cannot tell others about my assignment.
I don't exactly know how that interacts with the other parties in play, considering you were told, very plainly it seems, without any involvement from myself... perhaps I should ask, for future reference.
[ mysterious maybe-dets of this game, you aren't shitposting like the ones from blues, huh. ]
I can't, but I know that when we were doing notes in the house we were careful to obscure the handwriting, so that probably wouldn't help even if I did.
[ sigh. ] I guess it doesn't really matter right now. If it's a role like the professors, they need to stay secret. I don't want anybody targeting them.
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...
[ ah. it's - a very strange experience, seeing this. but she recognizes the context and she thinks this must be who 45 was talking about before. and when 45 freezes, beau glances at her. ]
I've changed. I had to. Even she was afraid I'd have been too naive to survive, the way I was. But yes, that was my sister. We were made for the same purpose.
Okay, sure, but that doesn't explain anything, 45. People don't make shit to throw it away, like there had to have been some purpose. Were you just an experiment to see if they could, or what.
We were made to do one specific thing, whether or not we realized it beforehand. We did that specific thing. A mission went wrong. Everyone on site, whether they were involved or not, either died when that happened, or were killed while trying to get out by the cleanup they had in place.
Whoever it was who made us, they wanted that specific outcome, and they wanted no one else to realize what had happened. No loose ends, neat and clean; no one to know of what they'd done. My sister and I were subjected to a self destruct command during all that to erase any possible evidence that might have pointed back to them.
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Date: 2020-06-30 10:31 pm (UTC)... a note, like in the mansion. So there are others.
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Date: 2020-06-30 10:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-06-30 10:40 pm (UTC)I wouldn't necessarily expect fingerprinting to be available at all trials.
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Date: 2020-06-30 10:52 pm (UTC)Gotcha. [ a pause. ] Guess you probably can't talk about it too much.
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Date: 2020-06-30 10:57 pm (UTC)I don't exactly know how that interacts with the other parties in play, considering you were told, very plainly it seems, without any involvement from myself... perhaps I should ask, for future reference.
[ mysterious maybe-dets of this game, you aren't shitposting like the ones from blues, huh. ]
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Date: 2020-07-01 12:49 am (UTC)I guess they don't have any limitations on who they can tell. I don't know why the fuck they told me, but. I'm not gonna tell anybody.
[ sniff. ] Consequences for us, or consequences for you?
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Date: 2020-07-01 12:58 am (UTC)[ beat. ]
You've already said that no one else can see the note, but you can't place the handwriting either, can you?
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Date: 2020-07-01 01:35 am (UTC)[ sigh. ] I guess it doesn't really matter right now. If it's a role like the professors, they need to stay secret. I don't want anybody targeting them.
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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.) ]
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Date: 2020-07-02 12:55 am (UTC)Huh.
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Date: 2020-07-02 12:58 am (UTC)[ is that really all, beau. ]
... This was a pain when the mansion did it, and it's a pain again now.
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Date: 2020-07-02 05:58 pm (UTC)Yeah, it sure fucking is. Was that the girl you were talking about? [ ... ] You don't sound anything like you did back then, now.
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Date: 2020-07-02 06:23 pm (UTC)I've changed. I had to. Even she was afraid I'd have been too naive to survive, the way I was. But yes, that was my sister. We were made for the same purpose.
[ UMP40, sister by name and fate. ]
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Date: 2020-07-03 05:03 pm (UTC)I don't think I ever actually asked what you guys did.
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Date: 2020-07-03 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-07-04 08:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-07-05 03:01 pm (UTC)[ ... ]
These days it's mercenary work, generally, at my discretion. Escort, retrieval, rescue, infiltration.
It's work enough for a handful of dolls who shouldn't exist.
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Date: 2020-07-05 11:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-07-06 12:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-07-06 12:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-07-06 01:50 am (UTC)Whoever it was who made us, they wanted that specific outcome, and they wanted no one else to realize what had happened. No loose ends, neat and clean; no one to know of what they'd done. My sister and I were subjected to a self destruct command during all that to erase any possible evidence that might have pointed back to them.
[ she was definitely built to be disposable. ]
They just didn't account for me surviving.