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(Setting-Reupload) Cathedral-2 District, Practice of Dr. Marley, Psycho-therapist.
| >A Man enters through the door. He is badly shaven, specs of blood on his shirt, but still in a suit. On his back is his duffel bag, with all of his belongings inside.
"Hey Doc? I'm here for a session?"
| >When he walks into the office, he will notice a very large room with an emerald green carpet, brown pleather (plastic leather) furniture, and beautifully ornate paintings everywhere, in many different artstyles - some are clearly traditional paintings of scenery or people, while others look to be procedurally generated geometric fractal kaleidoscopes, likely made on a computer.
>Directly to the right of the door was a brown wooden counter with a bell on it, a chair and a computer.
| >Nobody was there.
>There was a staircase to the middle-left of the room, a fireplace to the middle-right, and a door in the back left corner, as well as one in the front-left corner across from the front desk. >A sign said "Bathroom" on it.
| >Anomeat puts his hand in to his suit jacket, suspicious of the setting.
"Hey Dr. Marley? Hello?"
| >He sets his duffel next to one of brown chairs.
| >The sound of somebody walking down wooden steps could be heard coming from the stairway.
>Then, a teenage girl with darkish light skin, likely only 15 or 16, stepped out. She wore round rimmed glasses over brown eyes and bright, platinum blonde hair that looked as though it would have went down to the floor had it not been braided into an elaborate French braid that she wore around her head like a tiara, still going down to the lower back.
>She looked at Anomeat.
"Welcome!"
| >She walked around the desk and sat in the chair at the computer.
"You have an appointment with Dr. Marley?"
| >Anomeat pulls his hand out his pocket, revealing a pack of cigarettes. He faces the teenage girl.
"Oh, Hi. I made a drop in appointment with the Doctor. Is he busy now?"
>He puts a cigarette to his mouth, and is about to light it, but stops.
"Is it ok to smoke? It's just been a long day."
| "Yes, it is fine to smoke. Let me page the Doctor, he should be in his study."
>She picks up the phone and enters a number.
>A phone could be heard ringing from the back left room somewhere. Then it suddenly stops.
"Hey old man, you have a patient here to see you."
>She snickers a little as the phone is hung up. The door in the back of the room, to the right of the back desk, opens.
>An older man with bushy white hair and a bushy white goatee comes out of the door.
| >He has light skin and bright grey eyes, his hair brushed back and going to the bottom of his neck. He also had round rimmed glasses, though they have a much older design. The man is wearing a green cardigan with a black old style fedora and an emerald green tie over a white T-shirt. He is wearing brown slacks and brown shoes, and looked to be in his 60's.
>He smiled at Anomeat, and spoke with a wholesome voice of a man with determination amd genuine desire to help.
"Welcome!"
| >He quickly walks over to Anomeat and holds his hand out to shake.
"Doctor Joseph Marley, psycho-therapist, at your humble service. You must be one of the ones I spoke to on danger/u/, are you AmoMeat?"
| *Anomeat
| >AnoMeat light his cigarette, taking a large puff, exhaling as he speaks.
"Hello doctor, My name is AnoMeat."
| "I uh... got a problem. I can't remember a few parts of my week, and I have been referring to my self as 'Shepherd', apparently. I'd keep talking, but I'd rather have a one to one."
>Anomeat looks to the ground, shamed to say any further details.
| "Oh, of course of course! Monica, sign us in for a 2 hour session. AnoMeat gets two hours for free."
"You're too generous dad, we don't make enough money as is-"
"Young lady, I told you to leave the finances to me. Two free hours if you would, please."
>The slight confrontation ends as fast as it started, and Dr. Marley smiles.
"Come with me into my study, Ano. Let's have a talk."
>The man turns and begins to walk back to the door he came from, im the back of the room.
| >AnoMeat follows the Marley.
"Hey doc, I'll pay, I just don't like owing people."
| >A messy blonde woman staggers in. Her vintage sneakers and bright blue Letter jacket are almost as distressed as she is. Having obviously been roughed up
>She pulls herself to the front desk
H-Hi.. generous doctor right? D-does he have any morphine
>She says, motioning to sho some light bleeding on various parts of her body
| I'm not a junkie...I just... Please...
>She says, forcing a weak smile through teara
| (tears*)
| >AnoMeat puts his hand back to his breast pocket, getting a grip on something.
"What happened to you?"
| H-Hi.
Names Carol. I was part of the White Lightning radio team. Seriously though... Painkillers?
>She jokes weakly
| >coughing mid sentence she continues
...I was hoping CN would be here
| >A tall, young man enters into the office
"Hey sorry I'm late AM."
| "Hey uhh... you?"
>Anomeat does not recognise the young man.
"Carol, don't move, I'll patch you up a bit, but no painkillers, I am all out myself."
>AnoMeat moves to his duffel bag, getting the bandages and quik clot. Keeping an eye on both the people.
| "AM how can you not recognize me after all the mess the other day."
>CN shakes his head as he notices the gurl
"Oh wait I have a medkit, I can patch her up. You go do your session."
| "Yeah, sure. Thanks for the assist, CN."
>AnoMeat grabs his duffel bag and goes to the doctor.
| Thanks. ...you know...CN...for refusing to meet up you weren't that hard to find
...do you remember what I said??
>Carol's voice gets weaker as she tires more and more
| ...About Fenrir?
| >AnoMeat hears them talking about Fenrir.
"Hold the fucking horses. Fenrir?"
| Yeah... They somehow knew I found some info on them. and they got me really good. They told me to find cn send a message. some cryptic bullshit
>she coughs a little bit more blood. not too alarming but she seems to have been beaten for a while
| "Ma'am, I am afraid that I do not have any painkillers, the only medication I have is for mental illness, not physical injury. I'm afraid all we can do is alert authorities, unless you are going to handle it, 'CN'."
>The Doctor replied as the girl sat in her chair at the desk, both anxious.
"I am afraid that I cannot help you, but you can stay for now. I'm going to need some information from both of you newcomers about this."
| >The Doctor turns back to Anomeat.
"I'm afraid that I cannot really continue our session in good conscious while somebody lies bleeding in my lobby..."
| I-I'm really sorry
but so the message went umm
| >Carol pauses to take a breath
| "The wolf has found better prey"
| "the shepherd is no longer of consequence to us"
| >Anomeat takes everything in and decides.
"Doc, can we reschedule?"
| >An ominous voice comes from somewhere on Carol's body
"You have served your purpose"
| "Hey, HEY, HEY!"
>Anomeat takes a few strides back from Carol, in fear of an explosion.
| "Know that it is what you know that has brought your death"
>Carol's expression changes to fear then eventually pain.
>Blood begins oozing from her neck
| "I-I don't... I dont want do die"
| >her voice begins to gargle as she chokes. She opens up her letter jacket to show a Collar around her neck with blood oozing out.
| "Hey doc. I'll get in touch again, but I really don't want to be here."
>AnoMeat bolts for the door, and makes it out and as far as he can from the place.
| "P-Please..."
>She begs as she reaches a hand out
| >Just as AM began running, an invisible force hit him directly in the face with the force of a truck.
>8 Crimson-colored Phoenix Corps soldiers quickly surround AM, with electro-batons and zap-net guns. Two of them held lethal lazer submachine guns.
"GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND AND STOP RESISTING!"
>One after the other, the soldiers swung while he was on the ground, hitting with voltage-charged electric maces. He was not going to get out of this easily.
| "Hey! OUCH, ASSHOLE!"
>AnoMeat protects himself, Going in to a fetal position
"AHHH! FINE, FINE! FUCK! ACH! I SUBMIT YOU DIPSHIT"
| >"Carol" walks over, stands over AM and places a collar around his neck
>AM would feel a pair of metal prongs pierce him just above his collarbone
HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAH HA HAH AH HAHHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAH OHHHH MANNNN
>She laughs the whole way over
| >From a near by alleyway, A suited, masked man watches, and reports to his radio.
"This is Mr. White, They got to him before we did, Bain. What's the plan? Over."
| "ok ok... that was way hilarious"
"you should have seen your face, ok now don't do anything rash before I explain the situation got it? if you don't. you're dead. and no one wants that"
>Carol stops her laughter to explain casually
| >However, somebody else was watching...
>An EMP grenade suddenly landed near the group, and went it went off, all methods of 'power' armor were disrupted.
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
>Out of nowhere, a hand materialized, right in front of AnoMeat, and it grabbed his wrist.
>Both then disappeared into thin air, leaving the Crimson colored Phoenix Corps troops in the dust.
"WHERE THE HELL DID HE GO?!"
"FIND THEM!"
"OUR ARMOR IS FRIED!"
"FUCK!"
(OOC: Plot twist that NOBODY saw coming... ;)
| >"Mr. White, don't do anything. We can get him when the time is right. But those guys there? My Contact says they are one of the special groups. So get out of there."
| >a voice comes out of the collar
"uhhh... you should probably come back here before that thing goes off. and really it was expensive with all sorts of stuff to go off if it was messed with"
| (AM's collar)
| "No seriously come back here. and dont try touching the collar at all I have so many hair triggers on it"
>The voice on AM's Collar continues
| >AM groans from all the things happening.
"This day could not get worse..."
| >"AMMMM~ you got like 5 minutes. my trigger finger's getting itchy And i'm kinda pissed off. Plus if we lose signal the bomb's also gonna go off"
| "And by 5 minutes I mean seconds. At least say somethinggggg"
>Carol's voice shifts from casual to irritated
| "DO it. Or I will do it my self, unless someone explains what the hell is happening."
>AM Threatens.
| >He pulls his gun out, and puts it to his head.
"EXPLAIN. NOW. 5... 4..."
| >>121613
"Look. Come back here. I'll explain everything.
And the final bonus is you get to completely go back to your regular life as long as you don't do anything ok?"
| "3..."
| >>121619
"Well you wanting to live is completely up to you. But the basic directive is to stop you from causing any more damage considering your resources. In exchange for cooperation with the GCPD for aid in certain operations as a means for you to 'repay' the damage you've caused us."
"The exchange for you is that you get to go back to a completely normal life. Because we'll have what we want. And Fenrir doesn't exist. I made it up like.. a few days ago"
| "No one'll be chasing you anymore if you just come back and talk."
>She says with a heavy finality
| >AM eases his grip on the gun.
"There. Was that so hard?"
>He puts his gun away in to his duffel bag, and throws the duffel bag near the feet of one of the soldiers, signalling that he is unarmed. He pulls a second cigarette, and a zippo, lighting the cigarette. he mutters under his breath.
"2..."
| "The collar won't do anything in here. It doesn't technically physically exist. So, you won't die until I release you.
>There is a slightly blue aura around AnoMeat, trapping him in a bubble. Everybody around him looks frozen.
>The body that is connected to the arm materializes, and you see a man with long brown hair wearing a black zip-up hoodie and black jeans.
"Nice to meet you AnoMeat, and GCPD. I've been watching for a while. My name is Nietzen, and I'll return AM in a sec."
| "You also really shouldn't let go of my arm, Ano. Without-"
>Nietzen holds his other arm up, holding a strange metal device.
"-THIS device, you'll be vaporized. You're only here because you're connected to me. So, in other words, don't NOT be connected to me."
| >>121627
"Hell yeah do you know how hard it was to set this up?! I haven't slept in days!"
>'Carol' Turns around to speak to the doctor
"sorry but we'll have to use your couches for a bit."
"And real sorry about the mess. I'll help clean up if it means anything"
>'Carol' takes off the collar placed on her neck. dropping it onto the floor, spilling fake blood around
| "Now, likely none of you know who I am. But those Crimson Phoenix Corps assholes? They do. I stole this tech from them, and for that and other reasons, they're probably gonna kill me very soon. Which is why I need your help."
"I don't have any combat training, or weapons training. I'm a regular guy caught up in something way over my head, even more than I thought at first. I need your help because soon, in the future, I need you to train me how to kill, fight and defend myself."
| >AM is just dumfounded by today.
"What the FUCK?"
| "Kiddo, first off, what did you do? Don't answer that. Second of all, I will train you, but on a condition. You work for me and Cain."
| >>121633 "Incentive for you, you may ask? Well, I can clear your name. I can make you disappear, like I have. Entirely. People will stop hunting after you. People will stop chasing you. You'll be left alone, entirely, to go do your own thing."
>Nietzen spoke with a resolute voice.
"But first, you need to train me."
>
>Joe and Monica Marley went to hide at the other end of the room, with their hands held up.
"Sure! Do whatever you need, I'm on GCPD's side!"
| (Ooc: Would you rather go with what you said or what I said AM?)
| "Hey... was it Nietzen? I got most of the plan covered, but I guess I will need you. It's a deal, Clear my name... if that's even possible. Now get out of here before you get blasted."
| "Ah ah ah, not too fast. After the training, I'm willing to work for you, if you can provide me a safe place to live. However, I may need your help with something...else."
"If I predict this correctly, the Phoenix Corps is going to ask for your personal assistance and let the GCPD take you. You have to accept, and tell me anything they tell you. I need an inside to the Phoenix Corps, if they offer it to you, you need to accept. Relay me everything they tell you. It's part ot it."
| *of
| "You want help with the Phoenix? Contact Bain after this. Or he will..."
| >Carol, being only able to hear a few, garbled parts of AM's conversation. Lies on the couch flinging her arms in the air
"I haven't slept for days. DAYS. I prepped so much. My superiors have been on my case SINCE"
>Carol rolls over to face the doctor and his daughter. Blood covering her all over and her eyes an expression of hysterical exhaustion
"Doc. my job is stressful as hell and I might just get fired again"
| >She throws her hands into her face as whines into the couch
"If I get fired again. I'll lose my chance at going back to the army"
"I try my best to be good, why do these things always hapennn"
"wait wait... always expect the unexpected... Like ghostly hands pulling people into the netherworld"
| >>121658
"No no. What I am telling you is that as soon as I let you go out of this, GCPD is going to capture you. Phoenix Corps is going to whisper something in your ear first, though, in a manner of speaking."
"They're gonna tell you to double agent for them. Keep working for GCPD, but also keep them posted and occasionally do jobs for them. I want you to do as they say, allow them to boss you around for a bit, and keep me informed. Tell me everything they tell you."
| "Fair. But how? This collar ain't going to make it easy."
| >>121673
>The Doctor is as perplexed as she is in this case.
"Ma'am, I am terribly sorry, but I am somewhat in shock myself! This is the most action my office has had in a long time!"
>Dr. Marley gathers himself for a moment.
"I apologize. Listen, you need to get some rest. I advise you sleep on this couch right here, Doctor's orders. I can write you a note. Situations like this are what give people PTSD, Anxiety, and a sleuth of other terrible mental illnesses. Get some rest!"
| >>121676
"If I knew how to get it off, I would help you. Believe me. Like I told you, I am the one who needs training, I have no idea about any of this."
>The device in Nietzen's hand started humming.
"Gotta go. I'll stay in contact. Thank you, Anomeat. I know you have some issues and this probably only adds more stress, but I promise I can deliver what I said I would. You're helping a good cause. The Phoenix Corps...Norn Incorporated, are not who they say they are."
| >>121676
"I gotta brief the target and complete the OP. then im done"
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| >Nietzen pressed a button on the device and let go of AnoMeat's arm, dropping him right on the Crimson Phoenix Corps soldiers still standing there.
>Nietzen only materialized for a second before disappearing again, nowhere to be seen.
>The Phoenix Corps soldiers were still locked up from the EMP, which just started wearing off as AM was dropped. Their armor locked, they all easily fell over.
| >>121680 A commotion began around them, other Phoenix Corps officers coming over to hold him down.
"WE GOT HIM!"
>Dr. Marley stood up and looked outside.
"Well, it seems your target is back. Go brief him so you can sleep!"
| >AM Knocks the officers away from him, but keeping his hands down after doing so, to show that he has surrendered.
"I will talk, just don't fucking touch me."
| >Carol immediately composes herself completely and approaches AM. Her posture and manner of walking being similar to a well disciplined officer despite her ragged attire, bloodied face and disheveled hair.
| "Ah. Carol. You seem to have a good day today."
>Am stands passively, but ready to block an attack.
| >>121695
Ugh. I picked a terrible name for undercover
>A nearby GCPD officer approaches and hands her a peaked cap and a towel. She takes out the wig and wipes off the blood and fake tan from her face. Revealing clean, white hair and a familiar face. Ferris'
"I bet you have a lot of questions."
"And I have a lot of explanations."
>She replies coolly, the weariness in her eyes still appearing as dark, heavy bags
| "Really? Because I am collared like a bitch right now, go on, Tell me what I owe you."
>AM mocks Ferris, but also rushing her along.
| >>121702
>Ferris smiles lightly at the comment
"Need to keep the bitch on a leash don't we? I'm sure we're all well aware of the amount of damage you can do"
"I suppose you'd want to hear about the collar first?"
| "It blows me. But go on, We got all day."
>AM spits blood out of his mouth to the side, from the initial beating. and keeps smoking his cigarette.
| "The collar was very expensive. It's obviously a bomb. one that has multiple features for detecting tampering and interference to make sure you don't try to take it off."
(already gave the thing on discord, don't wanna explain the whole thing IC)
"No really, it's not worth your while to try. beside the fact that we'll be constantly watching you and whatever you do."
"hmmhmmhmm Don't worry I won't judge the 'essentials'"
| "So the first rule is to not even think about having it removed. unless you want your neck and the entire room removed along with it. The other requirements are simple. You are not to cause any damages to city or public property. And not to commit any form of killing unless authorized or as self defence. We are the Police Department after all. You will also take directives from the GCPD as what's basically... a mercenary. Whenever your assistance is needed"
| "Well. It's what I expected from you. A slave collar, kinky."
>AM keeps mocking Ferris.
| >She pulls a smile not quite understanding what kinky is, she waves a finger around nonchalantly continuing the briefing
"Emp rounds in the neck will likely blow you up."
"Getting shot in the neck in general will likely blow you up."
"Going to a subway with no signal'll likely blow you up."
"committing a crime will blow you up."
"Any indications that you want to remove the collar, will likely give you a warning. and get blown up."
"not following orders may blow you up."
| "So house arrest? What else can I expect, You tieing me to the posts of my bed so I don't run?"
>AM begins smoking his 4th cigarette in the last 10 minutes.
| >The Phoenix Corps soldiers still stood, one on each side of AnoMeat, watching and brooding in now-restarted power armor. They stand ready and prepared for anything, listening to Ferris.
| >she pulls off the sleeve on her left arm, revealing a small bracelet seemingly bolted into her arm and talks into it as her voice plays out through a speaker on the collar
"also. know that we'll always be watching. and Listening"
"It can also administer debilitating shocks"
>she places a finger on a button, as if to activate it. But doesn't
"and last thing. If either I or the Operator dies. it blows up too"
| >Meanwhile, Nietzen is long gone by now, as the other officers stood in a group.
"That was the one who got away. The one Rose was looking for. The one that stole our technology. He got lucky, the first gen of our tech didn't have a tracking chip because it was still experimental."
"If he didn't throw that damn EMP we could have bagged him too. Kid is smart for being an idiot."
"We need to watch the primary objective. That kid wanted something with him...But so do we
"
| "Ah. I see. So what do you want? All this showing off is kinda getting to me."
| "If in any way the cameras or microphones are blocked or interfered with. a warning will be given, and a command to blow up will may also be sent."
"Now. for god's sake you probably want to know why I'd do this. I probably look like some sort of villian right now. having alfa tracked in the hospital, contacting and having TY tracked with a card in the Jazzy Decker. And that whole issue with Fenrir. Which as a bit of good news for you and Tuna. doesn't exist beyond being an Alibi"
| "In case that I and the GCPD operation was compromised then and there"
| >Am closes the distance casually between Ferris and him, and slaps her.
"You fucking bitch. You scared Tuna out of her guts and she is half dead now. That is your fault."
>AM just drops down to the ground.
"Come on, what do you want from me."
| >>121759
>Ferris barely flinches. Showing that she's quite accustomed to it. But merely replies with a sigh and a press on the shock button on AM's collar
| >Am feels the shock, but only tenses up.
"Come... On... Stop... My heart."
>AM muters out the words.
| >Ferris stops and gives another sigh. Taking a deep breath before going on
"DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH DAMAGE YOU'VE DONE WITH THAT ONE MAGAZINE. HOW MANY PEOPLE BEYOND EVEN MY OWN DIED THERE BECAUSE OF YOU which would've been as much of a matter if you didn't -run away-! BUT NOOOO NOW YOU'RE UNDER INVESTIGATION AND I HAD TO WORK MY ASS OFF TRACKING YOU ELSE'D I'D HAVE BEEN FIRED FROM MY JOB"
| "UNLIKE YOU. I WORK FOR A SYSTEM. IN A CHAIN THAT SAYS I HAVE TO FOLLOW ORDERS AND NOT JUST DO WHATEVER I WANT. GETTING PEOPLE BLOWN UP IN THE PROCESS"
"Basically... you're too capable to just take out back and execute. And the damage you caused can be compensated. Work missions for the GCPD. Don't cause any more problems. That's it."
"In return. You get to go have your therapy and return to your normal life in your shop"
| "ha.. hahaha... You think you know everything."
>AM keeps laughing as he crawls to his bag.
| >Ferris kicks him aside, and motions for a Phoenix corps officer to take the bag away.
"I really dont want to take this personally. It's just my job"
"And... I don't know about what happened to Tuna I never meant her any harm. worst I thought was she'd lay low for a bit"
| >Am does not react. In fact, he doesn't move a muscle on his own.
| >Ferris' tone changes to one of worry and sympathy. she did not like kicking around an old man who worried about his heart
"Look. It's much easier than what you make it out to be. I'd like to believe that you aren't a bad person."
"But superiors are superiors and jobs are jobs"
| "I'll go see what means i have of contacting Tuna. Explain to her the situation and the fact that there's no one actually after her. Hopefully she doesn't shoot me on sight"
| >AM lays still. He does not react.
| "Hmmmm... Cuff him up then check for reactions. Ready fire."
>She orders the officer's around coldly
| >>121777
>The two Phoenix Corps soldiers in Crimson colored power armor grab him by his arms and lift him up, one of them carrying the bag.
"Come on, drekface. We're gonna take you to a medevac to get you healed up, and then we'll give you back."
>The officerd saluted Ferris.
"Mission accomplished. Target was captured. Permission to proceed with medical procedures?"
| >the officers pick up AM's limp body, and cuff him.
"Where do we up him?"
| >They quickly cuffed him, and secured him as they held him up.
| (retcon>>121789)
| (OOC: Oh.)
| (OOC: Okay!)
| >AM's body remains limp, mouth agape, eyes closed.
| >GCPD and Phoenix corps soldiers surround the AM's body, Rifle's at ready
"Step back 30ft. Into cover. Maintain Aim."
>She singles out a GCPD officer
You, check for vital signs
>The rest of the unit falls back, maintaining aim on AM
| (wooppps I didnt see that one message"
| (Retcon >>121795)
| >>121788
>Ferris salutes the Phoenix Corps officers back. Trusting that they'll handle the situation"
"Don't get blown up"
>Turning around. A sudden doom suddenly falls over her
"Did I just give an old man a cardiac arrest"
| >once a medic checks AM, a faint pulse is felt. All the stim injections keeping him awake have caused him to crash. Hard. Ferris' shock did not help.
| >Ferris finally wave's the rest of the officer's off
"Mission accomplished people. Everyone get some rest"
>Ferris turns back towards the doctor. As the various units climb into their respective vehicles and leave
"I said I'll help clean up didn't I?"
| >the collar, struggling to pick a pulse, begins beeping.
| >Ferris receives a call on her radio
"Sir. The target's pulse is fading. I think the shock may have caused a cardiac arrest"
>Ferris turns back around from the doctors. alarmed.
"Shit hold the pulse trigger but maintain VA coverage"
>Ferris whips out her phone to observe the camera link
| >CN looks around dumbfounded, somehow unable to react to all that transpired, as if his rper fell asleep only 30 posts in to the situation.
"Uh..."
| >>121809 "One of the most important things for people of good morals to learn is that you cannot, and should not, help everybody. We can handle our own, but we will request help from GCPD soon if possible. For tonight, I would rather see you rest."
>The Doctor smiled heartily.
| >>121816
>The guards laid AM's body down on an operating table, his arms and legs hanging over the operating table as the medevac began taking vitals.
>A tiny robotic spider was attached to the underside of the operating table, out of camera's view. It was dormant, but it then activated, crawled to the bottom of the table where AM's legs hung, jumped onto his leg, and crawled up the inside of his pant leg until it went just inside of his underwear, the one place nobody would look.
| >It buried itself like a tick into his thigh, piercing skin and crawling just inside of it. A small needle pierced a very particular nerve which would have caused pain had he been awake.
>As a matter of fact, this method of pain was very strange. The nerve shot pain up his leg and up into what felt like the back of his head...
>In patterns.
>The pain was dispersed into morse code patterns of dots, dashes and spaces! It was a message, trying to say something inside of AM's own mind!
| "-ha! Who wakes me?"
>The shepherd wakes with a jolt.
| "Argh! What is that seething pain!"
|
| >The pain instantly stops, making Shepherd believe it could just be in his mind.
>Meanwhile, the doctors continued to monitor him.
"Please hold still sir. Do you know where you are? What is your name?"
>They continue to make sure he is okay in the back of the medevac.
| "Sh- AnoMeat."
>The Shepherd fumbles a but, feeling groggy after waking up.
| >>122926
>Seeing that AM's pulse was no longer fading, Ferris pockets her phone and speaks into her radio.
"Restart pulse trigger."
>>122882
>Ferris straightens up, dusts herself off and adjusts her cap. She steps partially inside the one remaining GCPD cruiser.
"I'll keep that in mind. ...What sort of request do you have in mind"
| >Shepherd groans in pain, all the abuse from the last few days has done a number to his body.
"Huuuu... Can I depart yet, Ferris?"
| >>123159
>Being notifed and relayed the message by the operator, Ferris pauses to speak into her radio
"Dying? that's up to you."
>She replies lightheartedly
"You're free to do whatever you want as long as it doesn't violate the conditions of your parole."
"...wait this isnt parole. Well at least you're not in jail."
| "So I will, One way or another. One does not keep me in parole, for I am free."
>and with that, Shepherd walks away, Duffel bag in hand.
| >She then switches the link on her radio
"oh and Lubowski. If he offs himself in the hospital room. Deal with the pulse and the manual trigger alright"
| >Shepherd overhears the comment, and remarks to him self.
"I can't die, for I will only assend, fools."
>Facing away from Ferris and officers, his smile widens and widens, till it is ear to ear.
"Oh the things we will do, AM."
| ^(I thought you were Vanned off into a hospital)
| ^(oh it was just a medivac. My bad)
| >Ferris, somewhat spooked and very thoroughly confused, turns towards CN who had stood there in unresponsive stupor for the whole situation
"Uhhh did you hear that? I think I'll let you handle that. He might die if we do anything heavy handed again. If nothing can be done he'll probably just-"
>She makes a popping sound along with a snap in her fingers.
"You're the folk hero everyone likes. Save this one too."
| >She finishes with a wink, tapping CN's shoulders before fully stepping inside her cruiser
| >through the camera feed, you can see Shepherd enter a book store, and buy a book. It looks fancy, with a Cross on the front of it.
| (nice to keep me updated. Wont react to everything though so keep going if you will)
| > A phone rings at the Therapist's office.
| >>123221 "I'll keep you posted, I'll call if I need help."
>Despite the craziness happening, Dr. Marley and his daughter kept their composure nicely. They started to rearrange the office when they heard the phone ring. Monica ran over to pick it up.
"Office of Dr. Joe Marley, psycho-therapist. What can I do for you today?"
| >>123183
"That's what we were in the middle of doing until you interrupted! *Sigh* I got shit to do too you know... oh AM you still have a therapy session to do."
| >CAN mentions AnoMeat, but he is nowhere to be found.
| "Oh for fucks sake..."
>CN rubs his temples clearly stressed by the situation
"You know what fuck it. I ran into him by accident before, knowing my luck I will again, I'm going to get a drink."
>He goes to leave the area
| >>123222
> "Hello...Uhm...My name is Ae--Arlene Weiss. I was hoping to make an appointment for two at Dr.Marley's clinic? Is that how this works? The man that needs it most wanted me to sit in with him." A woman's voice on the other end of the line.
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| >>123315
>Monica smiled.
"Why, yes! You may make an appointment. We are generally available from 9am to 9pm but we are open to scheduling outside that timeframe if needed. When do you think you would like to come in?"
| >>124454
>" Is it possible for me to come in on X/X/20XX at X 'o clock? I intend to bring a friend for that...He may have a very serious illness. He's hallucinating and it's driven him to a failed suicide attempt."
| >>124508
"(Oh great, TWO unstable, dangerous psychopaths in a week. Told him posting on danger/u/ wasn't a good idea.)"
>Monica thought to herself.
"Yes you may, although we may ask if you can accompany him if his mental condition has deteriorated that far, just so that we can make sure he is safe arriving and leaving, and so that he is not a danger to himself or others."
| >>125754
>" That was my intention from the start. He'll never come or stay if I'm not there with him. Besides...I'm sure I could use help myself. I don't hallucinate or want to die...but I think that perhaps my mind isn't right. Well...I'll leave that for the appropriate time."
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| >>125767 "We can schedule it as a double session if you'd please. Our doctor can handle it."
>Monica smiled.
"And the name for the appointment?"
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| >Between the turbulent districts of Temple-1 and Chapel-3 lies Cathedral-2, the nicer one of these ghetto districts. On the corner of Goodnight and Sequence streets lies a 2 story townhome with the bottom floor converted into an office. Outside, a flickering neon sign said "Dr. Marley's Psycho-Therapy Practice" along with another tiny neon sign that said "OPEN" on the front. The sign was lit, and the front door was unlocked.
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