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"Sephiroth": Barracks/Prison "I, uh, I'm sorry si... Sorry, but I don't smoke. But yeah, uh, good news, apparently! Maybe they worked it out with the UN, yeah? It'll.. it'll all be ok, maybe?" Edwin stuttered nervously, trying to turn his hopeless grimace into a smile. "You uh, want some Pocky? They're strawberry." he asked the prisoner, proffering the box of slightly sticky biscuits through the bars. Guarding the prisoner wasn't too bad, at least. Edwin dreaded to think of what his next lovely assignment would be. Was this really the glorious military life his loving dad went on about? Seemed to Edwin like any dumbass with a gun could do this, so long as they were stupid enough to enjoy this kind of thing. And guns! If only they would shut up about loving guns! They were as bad as his dad, at least, and they weren't even CEOs of firearms corporations. Edwin sighed. "So what am I supposed to do next?" he asked the approaching soldiers sullenly. Gilliam-san: East Hills Gilliam began his sweep. Legwork, searching for clues, it was all part of the job, but it wasn't glamorous, and it made his feet hurt, metaphorically at least. Nothing got his circuits going like being in hot pursuit of a perp, but getting there took time, and a lot of digging. His rotor wheezed a bit before, and he wobbled unsteadily for a moment before it righted itself with a small pop. He has been out of action too long, lost his edge. He took that bullet back on that platform, didn't even see the bastard who did it. Was too busy staring at that sweet-looking dame crossing the fence. Could have sworn he knew her from somewhere... Gilliam's camera refocused itself. He was getting distracted. He had a job to do. Haile Selassie: North Beach A shadow, hardly there at all, appeared at the tree line, partially concealed behind the chaotic plantlife.The spectre turned his dignified face towards the sky with a contemplative expression. His instrument would be here soon, he knew it.
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"Sephiroth": Barracks/Prison More guarding the prisoner? That didn't sound too bad at least. But... Solid Snake? The eco-terrorist? Why would he care about a place like this? Well, this was one of the most heavily defended parts of the island, after the bunker. Even he couldn't sneak through all this, could he? Edwin looked at the assault rifle slung across his chest. He never kept it loaded. He'd fired guns before; it was all his dad wanted to do when he periodically demanded father-son outings when Edwin was younger. He had always hated the noise, and the kick, nothing like as natural as the weight of his shinsakuto gatana. Besides, the thought of actually killing someone? He had never really though it would bother him, back when his only military experience was in video games, but now he wasn't so sure... Edwin breathed deeply, and turned to the prisoner, "So, uh, the base is probably going to go onto lockdown pretty soon. Do you, uh, need anything before then?" Gilliam-san: East Hills -> North Beach ---Spot Something: Failure (Average Brains, Difficult, Positive Quality: Perceptive) The movement was gone before Gilliam could focus his lenses. Well, it was probably nothing hinky, and that jingle-brained skirt of a computer system might scream at him again if he broke patrol for too long. Gilliam increased his rotor speed, and continued his patrol towards the north beach. Haile Selassie: North Beach -> Jammer closest to Snake's location ---Detect Snake: Success, 5 matching numbers (Good Brains, Positive Quality: Uncanny Knowledge) A tiny smirk appeared on the Emperor's hard face. He stepped backward into the darkness of the jungle, and vanished. A man, little more than a shadow, appeared atop the jamming tower, his hands folded behind his back. He gazed imperiously at the circuitry below, visiting his justice upon the device keeping the island under Solidus' shroud of darkness. A gift, and a test: the instrument would be able to speak to the outside world, but no doubt reinforcements would come to investigate and repair their tower. ---Disable the Jammer closest to Snake's location: Success, 4 matching numbers, matching toppers (Good Brains)
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"Sephiroth": Barracks/Prison -> Warehouse ---Resist Freakout: Success, 2 matching numbers (Poor Spirit) Edwin breathed deep and calmed himself. Like a mantra, he told himself that this was the most well defended part of the base, he would be fine. "Alright, I'll be back in a little while," he told the prisoner, beginning to walk away. He turned a moment later, "Don't, uh, try to escape. Please," he said as he scurried past the guards towards the supply warehouse. There should be cigarettes there, right? Edwin was terrified of the quartermaster, and the number of guns he carried around reminded Edwin of his dad, but he probably wouldn't be around, and it wasn't as if he was stealing, if it was for the prisoner, right? Gilliam-san: North Beach Gilliam was thinking about a dame as he strolled, well, flew over the North Beach treeline, peering disinterestedly across the sand out into the crystal ocean. Well, he never really knew the lady, but Gilliam wasn't ashamed to admit that he had ogled her from after, her skin pale in in comparison to the paint of the Big Shell. They called her the enemy, but Gilliam knew that he could never have brought himself to shoot a bit of skirt with such long blonde hair and killer hips, wrapped up in a skintight suit. A shame about her nasally voice. Come to think about it, shame that she shot him. Gilliam continued his patrol, preoccupied with his internal monologue. Haile Selassie: Jammer -> Prison Now was not the time to confront the instrument. He had too much yet to do. Elsewhere on the island, a shadow grew and shifted inside a darkened cell, where the pacing UN inspector struggled to stay sane. Haile Selassie stood in the darkness, watching the guard, child that he was, speak to the prisoner. He watched silently as the guard walked away. When the footsteps had faded, and the prison was quiet, the Emperor spoke, his rich voice quiet and dusky, "Hello, Inspector. ---Hide in the shadows of the cell: Success, 2 matching numbers (Average Finesse, Positive Trait - Hard to Spot) He's going to stop teleporting around for a while and hang out here until Sephiroth gets back or the guards come to check out what's going on. (No genre points for Haile helping Snake out or Sephiroth declaring that he never keeps his gun loaded?)
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"Sephiroth": Warehouse "Uh, I need cigarettes for the prisoner, s-sir. I, uh, I think he might be having withdrawals..." Edwin said, breathing a sigh of relief that the quartermaster wasn't here. "He, um, asked for a book too. Maybe magazines or something if you don't have any?" Gilliam-san: North Beach Gilliam's daydream popped like hand grenade. The perp! drat, Gilliam chastised himself for letting his memories get the better of him as he swooped lower for a better view of the legendary Solid Snake, pinpointing and transmitting the intruder's coordinates and visuals back to HQ. Transmitting Information (Average Brains, Positive Quality - Perceptive) Success (2 matching dice)! (Maybe this could assist another character's attack?) Haile Selassie: Prison (Going to wait for K Prime to respond before I post his)
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Haile Selassie: Prison "A friend, inspector. Like Barney the Dinosaur says, 'We're best friends, as friends should be.' But we won't remain friends if you attract the guards. That would be tragic. Lie to them when they ask what's wrong," the voice in the darkness says, sternly but quietly.
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