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(Setting) Cain's Gallery
| >Wendy and Tuna walked in, followed by three androids
"Hi Cain!"
>Tuna shouts as they approach the counter
| >A small girl walks in, holding a crate and humming a somewhat old tune, her black mantle is covered in wear and tear, but her prostethic arms look very new and shiny, her prosthetic tail moving energetically behind her
>Its easy to recognize a very happy F, although not missing an arm anymore and having a new haircut
"Yo, I got som- oh there was already someone here"
>She says in a low tone
| >A blond loli walks into the gallery, dressed in her "work" uniform. She notices the other girls and mumbled
"There sure is a lot of kiddies here today...
She spots Cain and starts walking towards her
"Oh Hi Mom!"
| >>294483
"Hey, hello. How are you?"
>Cain walks up to Tuna, as she begins to... Split in to 3? They seem to be holographic projections of Cain, detailed to the point where you can't tell the difference.
>>294492
"Hello, I don't think we have meet before. Are you here for a delivery?"
>A copy of Cain speaks to F.
>>294560
"Hey Hon! How've you been?"
>Cain goes in for a hug.
| >Marie shakes at seeing Cain split
"Why are there three moms?."
>She nearly passes out before catching herself
"Oh right! We need to talk right!"
| >>294610
>Wendy observes her
"Fascinating."
"Doing okay I guess"
>Tuna laughs nervously
"Wendy is supposed to meet someone here. She kinda asked me to help her out"
| >>294610
"This is really weird..."
>F says with a complex expression before sighing
"So you're Cain huh, I just wanted to show some *art* to you and that other guy, I kinda forgot his name though since he introduced himself with yours last time"
>F says, dropping the box down
"I also want your buisness, I wondered if you had a particular huh... art piece"
| >a man walks in.
"so this is the gallery huh?"
| >>294616
"Sorry about that hun. But you are right, it's time that I tell you some things about me. Let's go?"
>Cain pats Marie, and her hand actually lands on Marie's head, indicating the real Cain.
>>294617
>Cain webs her fingers together, fidgeting slightly.
"So... Uh... Did the shirt fit you? I got the guys next door to guess your sizes."
>>294620
"Other guy? As far as I know I run most deals on my own."
>Cain raises an eyebrow.
"What did he wear? Any defining features?"
| >>294673
"Yes! Thank you so much! I only own this dress."
"Now you finally have an excuse to by some pants"
>Tuna glared at Wendy who had pulled out her game boy and was focusing on her game
| >>294673
"Huh, I mean it was a few months back... hmm"
>F seems unsure before suddenly snapping her fingers
"I think he wore some bandages and stuff, kinda rough guy with a prosthetic. Unlike mine though, it huh, was only on one arm"
>She says with a smile
"I sold him that one special piece of mine, I guess I still need to say sorry for the trouble I caused huh"
| >>294677
"Well, at least it's something."
>Cain shrugs.
"I'll leave you to it, no point in sticking my nose in to your business."
>>294693
"Oh. Uh, he... he died."
>Cain's face saddens, this can be seen across all the holograms.
| >>294731
>They finally step in to an office, and Cain closes the door behind her.
"Hon, I don't know if you realised, but I'm not *exactly* a art trader."
| >>294738
"I do international gun trading. I didn't want to tell you because I thought you would hate me."
>Cain looks away slightly, feeling guilty of not telling from the start.
| *Dad
| >>294781
"um did you say jhensen?
I was supposed to meet him here."
>the man from earlier>>294628 asks
| >>294723
"Shit, you serious?"
>F closes her eyes
"It's always the great guys who end up going first huh, I'm very sorry to hear it"
>She sighs and scratches the back of her head
"I really wanted to nerd out about guns and stuff today too..."
| >>294745
"Dad knows. It's how we met."
>Cain comes in for a hug.
"I'm so sorry honey."
>>294781 >>294788
>And as if out of thin air, comes Jhensen through the Doors, meeting the two.
"Hey, sorry I'm late. Another childish duo of assassins came after me."
>He then spots F, and jumps ever so slightly.
>>294798
"Well, he mentored me, so I might be able to keep up."
>Cain's Hologram fizzes ever so slightly.
| >>294825
>Marie takes a deep breath, and whaps Cain on the forehead
"What are you sorry about!? Hiding the fact that my awesome kind of parents were *even* cooler!? If anything, i should be upset that you wanted to hide it from me. *International* Guntrade! I was worried about how expensive it'd be for you to get me a new gun, but this is amazing!"
>He snuggles Cain
"Best, surprise, ever."
| >>294835
>Cain winces, which reflects on her holographic copies.
"Sorry hun. I'm used to being shuned, not praised. It's good to know that you think it's cool. So about that lever-action..."
>>294847
"Sure did Cyrus. I want you to to find the strong points of the major corps. Not the big HQ towers, but their research centres and such."
>Jhensen smiles, explaining the job.
"The more you get, the bigger the pay. But the more you try to get, the more dangerous it is."
| >>294859
"No footprint. Absolutely none. They know you are even within a kilometre of them, The surprise will be ruined."
>Jhensen crosses his arms.
| >A young black haired man comes out from one of the Gallery hallways. He wears a long black coat and around his neck hangs a old ski glasses. The man look really fucked up tired and exhausted. He moves to the main exit, or at least he tries it, because it looks like he have some balance issues.
| >>294880
>he teleports away
(how does this work?
Setting thread or do you have something more interesting Planned?)
| >>294886
(Depends on how somethings work out. I am writing out a setting with branching, but I am also having issues with the PC, needing a reset.)
| >>294852
>Marie nods his head
"Yes! Oh does this mean you got a super secret workshop! here too!? So cool.."
| >>294899
"Yep. Even a Shooting range, where I will teach you how to use a gun, for self-defence, of course."
>Cain smiles.
| "Aw man... you don't have to, i could always find someone else to~"
>He blushes
| >>294921
"Hon, I feel like trainers would oogle you more than doing the actual trading. Now lets go and get you a lever-action."
>Cain opens the door out of the office, and in to a basement area.
| >Fiz pushes through the entrance to the gallery, wearing his customary black jacket. His disheveled hair is a bit longer than before and his face is unshaven. All in all he looks like shit. Eyes with dark circles under them scan the gallery, spotting Jhensen on the second pass. He doesn't even seem to notice the fact that there are multiple Cains standing around.
"Don't tell me I already missed Cyrus..."
>Fiz says as he approaches Jhensen, rubbing his eyes.
| >>294985
"Yeah, He left about 2 minutes ago. Need me to pass something on?"
>Jhensen turns to Fiz.
"Whoa, have you been missing sleep?"
| >>295002
"Before I give you a gun, you need to understand, it's for self-defence ONLY. No heroics, no rescuing damsels. Don't worry me more than you have to, alright?"
>Cain shows her the workshop under the gallery.
>It's a pristine place, with a few parts scattered about from on going projects.
| >>295011
"Because you are my child. This may all seem fun, but there are always unsavoury things in the job."
>He face darkens slightly, but regains it's complexion.
"So how about a short and stout rifle?"
| >A tall blonde man steps out of a car. Glancing around quickly, he adjusts his collar and gloves, he snaps his fingers and enters the gallery, flanked by two GCPD officers.
| >>295034
>Jhensen, assuming the worst, keeps his composure, but begins to walk towards the entrance of the gallery, trying to pass around the GCPD.
>>295040
"Like Mare's leg, heh, Marie's leg."
>Cain whips out a short lever action rifle, with a desperado-like ammo belt.
"Whacha think?"
| > Following the man and the officers, a bike speeds to a halt outside the Gallery. The rider, in a rather fancy and fashionable Red leather jacket, jeans and boots, lets the bike idle as he removes his helmet and takes the bags off the backside.
| >She hugs the gun.
"I love it! Lasers and nice and all but nothing beats the classics..."
| >>295053
>Samuel passes Jhensen and smiles warmly, the other officers do not react. He continues through the gallery, glancing at each of the pieces in turn.
| > The bike rider proceeds to the door, arriving to Jhenson with a "'Scuse me" before taking a look around. Noticably his most appalling feature is the nearly pure black eyes and his unique undercut hairstyle.
| >Jhensen grabs the biker by the arm, twisting him towards him.
"Don't do anything stupid. Hitting a neutral zone, will get you ex-communicated."
>He lets go, and keeps walking.
| "W-Wha..?"
> The biker watches Jhenson, confused. He waits for him to leave before processing what he said, continuing to look around.
"I.. Feel like I know him.."
| >Wendy and Tuna observe all this
"Well seems like we have been blown off"
>Tuna seems like she is fuming
"I am getting sick and tired of being ditched"
"We were ignored. Not ditched."
"Still!!"
| >>295327
>One of the holographic still stands, confused by the statement.
"But I was here the whole time..."
| >>295349
"The person who was supposed to meet with us just blew us off"
>Wendy sighs
"I shouldn't have even bothered trying"
"It's his fault for ditching us! Ima kick his ass and slit his throat!!"
"Lily we were not ditched. Your being overly emotional because you were already upset. Committing pointless murder solves nothing nor will it make you feel better"
>Tuna goes quiet but is still fuming, crossing her arms and looking away like a pouting child
| >>295371
"Actually, you should probably follow him because the suits are here."
>She points to Samuel and the GCPD officers.
| >>295381
"Very well. Please call us if anything bad happens. Wouldn't want anything to happen to you guys"
>Wendy tosses Tuna over her shoulder, Who starts to protest as she quickly exists the building
| >Fiz blinks slowly, his only reaction to the arrival of the cops and the sudden departures of Jhensen and Wendy. He somehow looks worse off than before.
"I... I think I need to sit..."
>He mumbles to himself before stumbling over to the closest bench and collapsing onto it.
| > With total confusion, the biker clears his throat and speaks aloud.
"Eh.. I-Is there a Cain here?"
| >>295479
>With his eyes closed, Fiz raises an arm to point at the nearest Cain-ogram.
"There's one right over there."
| >A Man in an long black coat and a Ski glasses around his neck goes into the Gallary. The dark circles under his eyes and his feeble posture let him look tired and exhausted. He slowly moves through th room until he dissapears in one of the Gallery floors.
| >>295424
>At your feet, seems to be a calling card... Who dropped it?
>>295479
>Cain, who was chatting with Wendy and Tuna walks over, curious as to what is going on.
"Please keep it down, this is a gallery, after all."
>>295597
>You are joined by Cain, who appears out of nowhere, next to you as you walk.
"You don't seem to be sleeping appropriately. Is everything ok?"
| >Samuel continues through the gallery, occasionally tapping walls and holding a small device up to his eye. The officers behind him shift uneasily.
| >>295386
>As the two exit the building, they spot Jhensen turn a corner.
>>295823
>One of the Cains only gives Samuel a cautionary glance, wary of him.
| >>295832
>Wendy dashes after him, Tuna still over her shoulder
"Put me down! I should be carrying you since I am faster!"
"You woukd end up stabbing him and I don't want to meet him like that. It would be bad manners"
>Tuna growls
| >>295834
>As you turn the corner in to what you now see is an alleyway, a completely empty alleyway. But behind you, you can feel the barrel of a gun trained on you.
"Who are you, no funny answers."
| >>295840
(plz describe. Tuna can see him because she is facing behind Wendy.)
>Wendy sighs
"Wendy Darling. It's not very nice to point a gun at two little girls"
>Tuna glares at him, swearing at him under her breath
| >F just sighs at all the sudden commotion, waving her hands
"Buisness is booming huh, you say he was your mentor? Well then I guess that's only fitting then, I'll show you the little toys I brought, and maybe you can help me out with that particular piece I want, how about it?"
>F says before smiling a bit bitterly
| >Samuel spies to Cain and grins widely.
"Ah, you must be Cain, just the gal I'm looking for."
>He pockets the device and strides over, both officers in tow.
| >>295852
"So I am. You must be the deputy. I assume you are here to pay for damages? They'd usually send a paperboy, but it suits you."
>Cain keeps a neutral face, giving nothing away.
| >>295854
"Gotcha, I'll just make myself scarce"
>F whispers back before getting up
"I'll go look around at your new pieces miss, I hope I can find something good eh"
>She goes towards the back, bowing to the officers
"Mister officers, keep up the good work!"
>Her acting skills are disgustingly high
| >>295817
"Oh, ehm.. S-Sorry.."
> The man speaks softly before heading over to >>295511
The nearest Cain.
"Excuse me. where's the modern arts section? I mean, if there is one."
| >>295931
"Modern arts are straight, and take a left. The opening will have various pieces."
>Cain points towards a path.
| "Oh my, many thanks, miss."
> The man returns to his wandering, heading the path. He begins his observation of pieces on the wall, however not exactly focused.
| >>295842
>The man who Tuna see is a greying man in his 40s, with a shadow appearing from lack of sleep. He is dressed sharply in a suit, all black, with a Kevlar vest over the shirt.
| >>295817 >>295597
>He react really slow to that question.
"Well, how should i say, since the last weeks i doesn't sleep really well. But i am happy to see you again after serveral weeks, you was long away. Hope you didn't overwork yourself."
| >>296032
"Are you just going to keep that gun pointed at us? I told you who I am. What more do you want."
>Wendy spoke in her normal voice, unfazed. Tuna squirming in her grip and muttering various profanities towards the two of them
| >>296168
>He smirks, and puts his gun away.
"Well, you didn't. I asked whom not what."
>He begins walking away.
"Maybe we will meet proper, when you can answer questions."
| >>296233
"I am not sure I am understanding you. I gave you my name. I did not explain what I am."
>Wendy just looks at him confused while Tuna manages to free herself and flips over her shoulder, dashing after him
"Get back here you snarky asshole! Fucking think you can show up all suave and shit with your better than you attitude!?"
"Lily, stop."
>Wendy begins to run after her
| >>296255
>Tuna stops in her tracks
"I am Tuna Yellowfin. *She* just refuses to call me that"
>She spat glaring at Wendy who stops shortly behind her
"Because it's retarded"
"It's fucking not! Fucking not telling people about there supposed dead friend being a mother fucking traitor is fucking retarded!"
>Tuna glares at Wendy and an awkward silence befall the two before Tuna has a realization and turns to face him, much calmer.
"Wait.. How did you know that's my name?"
| "I didn't, but I do now. Call it a shot in the dark."
>Jhensen reaches in to his breast pocket for a pill bottle, swallowing pills like tic tacs.
"It sounds like you two have some sort of unfinished business."
| (*is a. I can not type today)
| >>296260
"It's complicated."
>Wendy pulls a lollipop out of her pocket and begins to unwrap it
>Tuna remains silent, her arms folded across her chest. After a moment she speaks up
"Not like you care about our shit fucking asshole. Why don't we talk about business now"
| >>296265
"Before we talk, lets talk about your complications, I don't want something popping up in the middle of work."
>Jhensen crosses his two, imitating Tuna.
| >>296276
>This causes Tuna to glare at him.
"All of a sudden you give a fuck ab- Ow!"
>Wendy flicks Tuna on the cheek hard. a bright red spot on her skin from the contact.
"If you must know, someone who was once very close to Tuna and was supposedly dead apperently has been alive this whole time and is still working for our former employers. I figured this out ahead of time and Lily has been pissed about it ever since"
| "Does that someone have a name, or should I assume it's one of the operators on this job? And will all this get in the way of the job?"
>Jhensen raises an eyebrow.
| >>296290
"They are not affiliated with us and will not be working with us. Her name is Tinkerb-"
"Can we stop fucking talking about it already?"
>Tuna spat
"She don't even know this little shit"
| >>296294
"I guess I'll have your word on it."
>He sighs.
"I only have one opening for the job, and I feel like Tuna would be a better fit."
"Irrational, emotional, zero restraint, and ready to murder."
| >>296300
"That's fine with me"
>Wendy pops the lolipop in her mouth
"Fine. I'll fucking do it but if you call me the first two again we are going to have a fucking problem"
>Tuna looks mildly irritated at him, but seemingly calmer than before
| >>296308
"Yeah, sure. Tuna Emotionfin."
>He semi-mocks her, turning to Wendy.
"Is she always like this?"
| >>296312
>In an instant, Tuna has a knife to his throat. You can't even tell where she pulled it from.
"Are we going to have a fucking problem?"
"Not always. She has just been on edge lately. She is usually this... well"
>Wendy seems unphased and not worried about the current situation
| >>296318
>Jhensen grabs her hand, only pushing the knife on himself, you can see blood drawing, his eyes staring right through Tuna.
"You really think another dead body is going to solve anything?"
| >>296321
"...No. Who said I was going to kill you. I would have already if that was my intention"
>Tuna meets his gaze with one filled with her own stubbornness and hurt
| >>296322
"So what's stoping you?"
>Jhensen keeps her hand at his throat, not letting it move back, you can feel his blood trickle down your knife and on to your hand.
| >>296323
"There is no point in it. What satisfaction would I gain from slaughtering some stranger in the street that is practically begging for it. If I wanted to the knife would have already been in your throat. besides you needed me for a 'job' right?"
| "The job is a sabotage of multiple areas, simultaneously. I'll pair you up with someone suitable."
>He lets go of the knife, smiling.
"You can keep threatening, or you can get preparing. I'll send you a dead drop location in 3 hours."
>While the whole knife fiasco was going down, Jhensen slipped a phone in to one of Tuna's pockets, while she was distracted.
| >>296329
>Tuna looks at him disgruntled but resigned
"Fine. I'll see you then. Just stop doing stupid shit"
| >>296338
"Are you dumb? I live to do stupid shit, he cracks a smile."
>He also holds out a cred stick.
"50000z, scrambles and verified, you'll get later payment after a *good* job."
| >>296343
"That's for me to decide. I'll be in contact."
>Jhensen walks off deeper in to the alleyway and shadows, and something about his gait is similar... as if someone you knew had the same gait...
| (12 ;3;)
>Tuna stares as he leaves, feeling like he seems oddly familiar. Wendy snaps her out of it
"Come on. Let's go and get you geared up"
"Fine"
>The two walk away down the other end if the street
| >Tuna receives a final message, in the form of ringing from her pocket.
>"And don't forget to work on that tunnel vision when handling the knife. 4"12'N 2"45'E. -J
| >>296360
>Tuna who had been aware of the extra weight since she stepped back from Jhenson. Pulls out the phone and glares at the screen
>"Kinda hard to move away from some weirdo slipping something in your pocket when he has a death grip on your hand. See you soon. -TY"
| >A catboomer suddenly appears inside the gallery. Her purple eyes pierce the gallery, as if looking for something. She then facepalms herself, then disappear-
>She decloaks outside, then she walks inside again, hoping that nobody would catch her using cloak in the gallery.
| >Samuel steps closer to Cain and smiles broadly, and yet there was no warmth to this.
"I was wondering if my and my associates here could ask you a few questions?"
| "Sure, once you pay for damages. And please keep distance, your breath smells."
>Cain remains neutral, dropping in the occasional insult.
| >Samuel chuckles to himself.
"Oh I assure you we can sort something out, but understand, you have to help us out first."
>he holds out a photo of an aged greying man.
"A passing flock of sparrows tells me you know the whereabouts of this certain... individual."
| >>296705
"You came to me, so I make the conditions."
>She then looks closer at the photo
"Saying that... I don't think I've seen this man."
| >Samuel sucks at his teeth for a moment looks at her through one eye.
"Ah, that's quite the shame. Cus, we could have sworn those sparrows said here."
>He shrugs and turns about. Both officers jumping a little at the sudden movement.
"Well I suppose it cant be helped... But before we depart, could you just tell us what sort of damage was done?"
| >The catboomer walks around the gallery, considering which Cain to approach, when she spots a blond man and some GCPD officers talking to a Cain.
>She quickly distances herself and the group before seeking out a Cain randomly.
| >>296717
"Damages to Art peices, Irreversible cracking to the marble, new power system, not to say an original Picro. For which you will need to discuss with me."
>Cain, now obvious that she's a hologram, reappears in front of him, arms crossed.
>>296718
>She does run in to a Cain, next to Fiz.
| "Oh come on miss Cain, Your little operation makes enough to cover that?"
>He bends down and looks her dead in the eye.
"And don't worry, I'll remember where I put my wallet when you remember what happened to Mr Arc and his little friend.
>he turns to an officer behind him.
"We're leaving now."
| >>296723
>Cain smiles devilishly.
"I guess whatever came in here and caused the damages would be known to the world if I take you to court over damages..."
| >he dosen't even both turning about
"Miss Cain I haven't the faintest idea what you would be referring to."
>one of the officers awkwardly waves before stepping out through the door.
| "Alright, have a good day officers!"
>Cain waves back at the officer.
"Well, the money would have been nice, but I guess you can have everything. Back to business."
>Cain says, to nobody in particular, once the cop trio is gone.
| >>296721
>The catboomer squints her eyes, noting the Cain as a hologram
"Hi Cain~ Nice hologram there. Can't tell it apart from the original. Where did you get it?"
| >>296752
>Cain sticks her tounge out slightly
"Trade secret. So what can I help you with? Moderns, historics, statues?"
>All the listed options are just codewords, for... certain items.
| >>296760
"Uh.... modern statues?"
>She says that without knowing what it could refers to, as statues can really mean a lot of things.
| >>296774
"Huh. For your stature, I didn't expect that. we talking 130mm, or larger?"
>Cain refers to an altilery cannon. (Statue = Large weapons). (Modern = Current age weapons).
"And what art pieces did you bring in to trade?"
| >The catgirl smiles, apparently has caught onto the meaning
"No... larger. A VTOL. I'm sure you remember something like that few months ago, right?"
>She takes out her phone and digs for something
"I'm sure you are in possession of my art pieces, right?"
| "Ah, yes. It's ready."
>One of the nearby walls opens up.
| "Oh my god. How big is your gallery?"
>Surprised, Runa hesitantly walks towards and inside the wall.
| "Big enough."
>Cain leads her downstairs, and some corridiors to get her to where the VTOL is stored.
| >>296841
>Runa follows her while looking at everything, seeing every nook and cranny.
"This is less a gallery and more of a secret base. I wonder what else you could have here."
| >>296856 >>296841
(Should we make a new Setting about the Vtol? Because i didn't see throu this setting anymore... to much people here
-Ritrivia)
| >>295817
>Fiz tilts his head back, his eyes still closed, trying to block out the noise and chatter. Suddenly his eyes shoot open and he doubles over, retching. Luckily, nothing comes out, but he does spot the card lying on the floor. Curious, he picks it up off the floor to examine it.
"Just what are you up to, Jhensen?"
>He mutters to hinself.
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| >>296972
>Fiz groans, closing his eyes again. He begins to slide forward slowly, sliding off the bench and onto the ground, his head resting where his butt used to be. He opens his eyes to stare back at the source of the voice.
| >A man inconspicuously walks in, admires one of the paintings hanging in the entrance, ignoring everything else going on, and once satisfied turns around promptly and leaves again.
"Just needed to check"
>He whispers quietly under his breath
| >>297052
>His only response is to blink once, slowly, before rolling over. After letting his chin rest on the bench for a moment, Fiz pushes himself up and clambers to his feet.
"I... I don't feel quite myself..."
>He sways slightly and teeters forward, leaning into Jhensen.
"Having a bit of fun with the kids, are we?"
>He asks quietly, his eyes flickering to the cut on Jhensen's neck.
"Did they have any news on Cyrus?"
| >>297125
"No, I hired them for a job, they didn't say much about him, just something about a traitor."
>Jhensen says.
"I think something's in your system, come with me?"
| >The man walks back in again and quietly hovers in the corner, eager to get Cain's attention but not sure how best to do it
| > The biker man, whose now been wandering aimlessly across the Modern arts, returns his focus to whatever was in his mind and searches for the closest Cain Hologram.
| >>297130
>One of the Cains approaches him, but looks at one the art pieces, waiting for him to say something.
| "That picture was slightly further to the left yesterday, about five centimeters if I had to guess."
| "Good spot, you must be a frequent of the gallery?"
| "I haven't been here in quite a long time, but some things can't be avoided"
| >>297127
>Fiz straightens, stretching his arms above his head.
"I'm fine, just tired."
>He replies with a yawn, rubbing his eyes.
| >>297145
"Long time you say..."
>Cain looks quizicaly.
>>297147
"Fine? You feel asleep on the bench. Come on, let's get you some coffee."
>Jhensen picks up Fiz in a princess carry.
| "Did you move it? Or was it just like that this morning? This particular painting is in a blindspot on surveillance from what I gather, so it was hard to tell before coming here"
| >>297154
"Eh, just felt like it. people who get used to the layout now spot it more, just like you."
>Cain smirks
| >>297153
"But I don't even like coffee though!"
>Fiz protests, although he doesn't struggle. His face, pale before, is now slightly tinged with embarrassment.
| >The man points to a rather large and unsightly scar on the back of his head
"My hair doesn't grow here anymore so there's no use hiding it. I'm a neural tech experiment gone wrong. Glitch City has a habit of churning us out."
| >>297165
"Oh, want a shot of adrenaline from a syringe then?"
>Jhensen smirks as he carries Fiz just outside of the gallery.
| >>297168
"Please no needles..."
>Fiz mumbles as he leans his head against Jhensen's shoulder, his eyelids drooping.
| >>297170
"That's what I thought. A can of energy drink maybe?"
>Jhensen sets Fiz down on a bench outside of the gallery.
| "Oh, I'm sorry, I did it again didn't I? I never know how fast these conversations should move. I figured I'd get my confidence up by talking to a hologram in an art gallery first but I guess when you're as awkward as me you can weird out even a computer hologram..."
| >>297171
"Maybe just some tea if you like. I know a place around the corner you can carry me to."
>Fiz closes his eyes.
"Alternatively, I can make it back to the shop myself."
We can end the RP here, unless you have some random encounter/plot points you want to spring.
| >>297175
"I'm not a computer... but I guess it's good that you are trying?"
>Cain semi-shrugs.
>>297179
"Anything, as long as you stop falling asleep everywhere. Who knows when I'll need a triggerman."
>Jhensen picks Fiz up again, carrying him to the local tea place.
(Yeah, we can end it.)
| >The man awkwardly adjusts the painting back to its original position
"So ummm, we have weather today. That's comforting"
| >The man's voice suddenly takes a much more serious tone
"Since when have paintings been your main concern Cain?"
| "On May 24th, 20XX you sold a gun to a known terrorist. Did you know this?"
| "I can neither confirm or deny that I did."
>Cain replies.
| "I figured as much. A filthy weapons dealer wouldn't admit to rolling in shit. I was just here to scope out the place, act dumb, be inconspicuous but my rage got the better of me today."
| "Fair enough. I assume you will be on your merry way?"
>Cain stands with a smirk
| "I'm not gonna do anything stupid on your own turf, and unlike you I'm completely unarmed, but I do hold your ignorance responsible for the spilling of innocent blood. You enable the crime and the conflict that has ruined this city."
| "I'm not armed, I'm a hologram. And you may say that I'm ignorant, but I just know better than someone who is trying to get a voice recording out of me."
>Cain smiles sweetly.
| > JB scowls
"This is only just beginning. I will see these streets purged of your tools of destruction. You represent nothing but anarchy and evil. I, Justice Briggs will personally see to it that you're outed as the demon you truly are. Hologram or not."
| "Ah. Cool. See you around then?"
>Cain keeps up a casual facade.
| >JB begins to tremble with rage and his voice echoes more and more with every passing moment.
"You DARE act so lightly in front of a man who has just laid bare your evil lying maniacal ways? You DARE mock Justice himself? You will come to regret that."
>JB turns to address the wider crowd of the gallery, each word booming loudly
"All shall be equal before the judgment of the lord and the righteous will find peace in death. Cast aside your augmentations and be as He intended."
| >>297236
>Cain fizzles away, as 2 plainclothes guards come in and take away JB.
"Sir, cease resisting, or we will have to call the police."
| >JB yells as he is being dragged away
"Do not arrest me, arrest the she-heathen they call Cain, a blasphemous creature who dares taint her soul and mix it with a computer."
>JB is now nearly spitting and foaming at the mouth with rage.
"I AM THE ENDGAME, MY DUTY IS TO BE JUSTICE, TO SAVE THE CITY FROM WEAPONS, FROM AUGMENTS AND FROM ITSELF."
>JB's eyes glint with madness and a ferocious firey passion.
"HIS WORD IS LAW, HIS WILL IS LIFE,THE LOST CHILDREN SHALL SEE THE LIGHT."
| >Meanwhile, Real Cain, standing next to Marie, mutters something.
"Fucking religious people."
| > Bikerman watches from the background, having been attracted to the noise before finding a holo Cain.
"Ah.. Excuse me, I have a question. What are the Gallery's hours?"
| "We work 24 hours, but are closed on bank holidays and Wednesdays."
>One of the Cain-o-grams answers.
| >JB hovers like a plague on the steps of the gallery. If he cannot enter the gallery, he shall practice his religion on the inside, he shall practice them on the outside.
>In a moment of inspiration, JB realises how to target Cain in a way that will hurt her. The fleshbag he calls his body will die, but in exchange he'll deal the damage and hopefully permanently scar a relationship for years to come.
>A price well worth paying to him.
| >>297256
"Bank holidays and Wednesdays.. I shall remember that. I like the art displayed here, I suppose I should become a regular.."
> He takes another look around before returning gaze to the Cain-o-gram.
"If so, What section do you recommend next?"
| >>297251
>Waaay too engrossed into her shooting practice, Marie hears cain's comment offhandly and turns to her
"weird customer?"
| >>297282
"Huh? No, just some religious nut."
>Cain replies, then notices her stance.
"Hey! I did say, no hipfire!"
>>297278
"Hm.... Just wander and see what you like, everything's enjoyable."
>Cain-o-gram wanders around herself.
| >F, having noticed the officers leave but deciding to stick to looking around for a bit suddenly goes back to holo-cain(tm)
"officers AND a crazy dude in the same day, buisness as usual?"
| >>297514
"It happens. I might have to split up my divisions and send them around town. Don't want all my eggs in one basket."
>Cain sighs.
"So... business?"
| >>297743
"I'm looking for a gun, an old one, ancient even"
>F says with a smile
"A remington Army special, you might of heard of it"
| Ok
|
| >>300603
"As you wish. I assume you want a 1863 replica. It comes with a reinforced barrel and frame, smaller firing pin for better striking reliability, drop in cylinders for both, original loads and a special 7.62×42mm SP-4 cartridge, known to have an internalised silencing mechanism. I assume you are planning to modify it?"
>Cain raises a question
| >>300682
"Yep yep, been meaning to try making a fucking handcannon, if you see what I mean"
>F says
"I'll take it, how much?"
| >>300776
"I'll give you 2 if you make me one. What's the planned caliber?"
>Cain puts a finger on her chin, thinking.
| >>300779
"Something along the line of what an AMR usually fires, havent decided which one i'll model it after though, maybe an old Hecate II or a conventional Barret, although the M93 BA would be fine too"
>F thinks to herself
"I could also go for newer gun systems like a Raptor-CZ96 or an SGU-50, but old stuff is more my speciality..."
| >>300798
"Magic"
>F says while making a flourish with her hands
"No really, just a lot of work on design and making new pieces, I just want the outer frame of a Remi-tan because it looks sexy as hell"
| >>300802
"You either need to make short bullets, and make it a 5 shot, or extend the frame. No other way around it. We make conversion kits for MTs255's, with a pistol grip, shortened, rebored barrel and a new cylinder. It would achieve the same thing."
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| >A man walks into the Gallery. He is end 20, wears a long black coat and a Ski glasses hangs around his neck, He also looks fit and well-rested. In the past u could see this man ofen at the Gallery, but now he is the first time here after a week.
>The man walk's to a Cain Hologramm
"Greetings, can we have a short talk about my employment here at the Gallery? If you remember, you said, if i finieshed that VTOL job, we can talk about it"
| >>303114
"I guess she was really happy about it. She also paied to much and sayed that it is okay..." he explained with a litte bit of surpriseness and happiness on his face.
"but well what i wanna talk about is a permanent job here at the Gallery, because the VTOL job is done and my contarct with you is over. Thats why i don't have work now"
| >>303239
"Easy. You're hired. All I expect of you is a project every once in a while. You get payed a monthly flat fee, and your starting bonus is all the money from the VTOL contract."
>She hold out a hand for a handshake
"Sounds good?"
| "Sounds great"
>He Handshakes
| "Great. It's a yearly contract, and all the projects will belong to me after you leave. That is if you'd ever want to."
>Cain looks like she is tapping at a screen.
| >>300805
"Yeah but that wouldnt be as cool! Imagine pulling out a remi and just shoot armor plates, of course I'll be working on bullets and it will have few bullets, but nothing good aim and hard work cant fix!"
>F is beaming
| >>304132
"If you want as much power as you can get out of a pistol, the contender would be a good start. A 12.7mm round fired using gunpowder, and accelerated by rails. Almost as good as it gets."
>Cain beams with her.
| >>303808
"Sonds fair, i have no Problems with that. Well than another question... can i use your workshop after my workshifts, for private purposes?"
| "Of course. But any Material costs for personal use will be billed to you."
>Cain says
| >>304249
>F seems to think
"Hmm, yeah that could work, but rails huh... I could make it a railgun too..."
>What the hell is she even on about
| >>307555
"Hon, anything bigger than a 12 is a cannon. And I fucking love hand cannons. You mind making some drafts for this downstairs?"
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| >In the peaceful part of Uptown, sits Cain's gallery, flanked on both sides by more shops, also owned by Cain, having their own secrets.
>Inside the gallery, are beautiful, marbled floors and clean white walls, covered in antique paintings, and holographic art. Such a place would even rival the Neo-Louvre, if it had more "normal" customers.
>In the midst of it all, is Cain. She's sitting on a bench, looking over a classic Monet, recently, and rather forcefully acquired.