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lostcarnival2016-12-03 04:21 pm
killsign) wrote in lostcarnival2016-12-03 04:21 pm
Entry tags:
OPEN - feel out your voice
Who: Nic and YOU
Where: in the Matrix
When: shortly after entering the Matrix, maybe a day or two
What: as a mercenary, Nic's mission is to keep tabs on the agents and their relationships to carnival workers, resistance members, etc. And he's starting with that agent behind you, right now.
Warnings: this could go one of two ways: funny or violent. Up to you, really.
It's a too-bright day with too-happy birdsong, but no matter how hard you look, you can't find any of those damn birds. Like they aren't actually there, and it's just a recording. That one angry cabby has probably passed you three times by now, but now, over-saturated happiness is all over the place. Everything is okay! Really! It's like a Sunday morning sitcom from the thirties.
Except everything is obviously not okay, because someone has been following a circus worker for some time. A kid dressed like a vagabond not used to wearing clothes that actually fit him, his eyes dark and dead, staring right through you. He doesn't look all that dangerous -- I mean, he's obviously twelve and homeless and tiny. He's just a little . . . unsettling.
Wait. Now he's not staring at that circus worker anymore -- whether that worker is you or someone else -- No, now he's staring directly at someone behind that worker . . .
And that someone is a pair of douche shades wearing a suit. The agent zeroes in on the worker, then the kid, Nic. Nic's eyes go wide. This might be bad.
Where: in the Matrix
When: shortly after entering the Matrix, maybe a day or two
What: as a mercenary, Nic's mission is to keep tabs on the agents and their relationships to carnival workers, resistance members, etc. And he's starting with that agent behind you, right now.
Warnings: this could go one of two ways: funny or violent. Up to you, really.
It's a too-bright day with too-happy birdsong, but no matter how hard you look, you can't find any of those damn birds. Like they aren't actually there, and it's just a recording. That one angry cabby has probably passed you three times by now, but now, over-saturated happiness is all over the place. Everything is okay! Really! It's like a Sunday morning sitcom from the thirties.
Except everything is obviously not okay, because someone has been following a circus worker for some time. A kid dressed like a vagabond not used to wearing clothes that actually fit him, his eyes dark and dead, staring right through you. He doesn't look all that dangerous -- I mean, he's obviously twelve and homeless and tiny. He's just a little . . . unsettling.
Wait. Now he's not staring at that circus worker anymore -- whether that worker is you or someone else -- No, now he's staring directly at someone behind that worker . . .
And that someone is a pair of douche shades wearing a suit. The agent zeroes in on the worker, then the kid, Nic. Nic's eyes go wide. This might be bad.
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CONDENSED INTRODUCTION: JONATHAN STRANGE, ASHFAIR, MAGICIAN, PENINSULA.
PLEASURE TO MEET YOU, NICOLAS!
His penmanship is simultaneously flowery and messy. It's a bit illegible at certain points but hey, the overall message can be read. He gives Nicolas a little nod as he hands the notebook back, entirely unaware that parts of his condensed introduction don't entirely make sense.
But look, he's not going to write the whole thing down, that'd take time and use up space.