>>37182857

It is your bike after all, you think, squeezing it between your thighs. At least he didn't get a chance to ride it.

Although this ride, with the wavering headlight providing the only light in the claustrophobic tunnel, is certainly one you could have skipped. It's just a cruise down old railroad tracks, with no real choice of which direction to take. The splashing water, the knowledge that several members of Dagon Core are chasing you, the limp blonde limpet on your back - they don't make it more interesting, just more complicated.

The throaty roar of your motorcycle echoes down the tunnel, drowning any noise the gurgling of the flowing water doesn't already mask.

>Take the first exit you find - the faster you get back to the surface, the better
>Keep riding through the storm sewer for a while - they're probably guarding the nearby tunnel entrances
>Write In

>>37182863
>META POST

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>>37182863
>>Keep riding through the storm sewer for a while - they're probably guarding the nearby tunnel entrances

>>37182863
>Take the first exit you find - the faster you get back to the surface, the better
FUCK YEAH, CYBERPUNK MOTORCYCLE COURIER QUEST!

Jesus Christ, some anon completely spazzed out in your ask.fm.

>>37182863
>>Keep riding through the storm sewer for a while - they're probably guarding the nearby tunnel entrances

>>37182964
thank you fr pointing that out. I can't stop laughing now.

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>37182863
>>Keep riding through the storm sewer for a while - they're probably guarding the nearby tunnel entrances
Damnit Haiku, you start just when i'm going to bed

>>37182863
>Keep riding through the storm sewer for a while - they're probably guarding the nearby tunnel entrances
that's probably where tweed- err, the other hound is

>>37182863

They've probably got the nearest tunnel entrances guarded, at least with drones. It'll be safer to stick to the tunnels.

Hell, there might even be more Assets out there guarding them. There's no way Dagon Core is three Assets and a bunch of drones.

Although that might be all they committed to this operation, you think, eyeing the distorted reflections of your headlight bouncing off the slimy concrete roof of the tunnel. You don't know how important this damaged Asset is, or why your client wants her.

And that's another funny thing - clients rarely specify that damaged delivery is an acceptable tradeoff for speed. Even if they know the package is already broken, they'd just use it as an excuse to knock your fee down on delivery.

It's just strange, you think, the roar of the motorcycle in your ears as you pass a deserted subway stop. The noise changes character as it fills the wider space, and you catch a glimpse glimpse the mossy wreckage of a mass transit system's passenger platform.

>>37183834

But the noise doesn't seem to fall back to normal afterward. There's a rumbling note, just under the seashore noise of your motorcycle's bow wave, and just above the moan the package lets out as you hit another unseen bump.

Maybe it's the changing character of the tunnel itself. You're seeing brick rather than concrete now, shining green hairs dangling from its mortar lines, each fiber trying to claw its own life from the tunnel's dank air.

Life too tiny to challenge the system that brought it forth. Tree roots would crumble the tunnel, grabbing clawfuls of brick and crushing it to powder in their pursuit of nutrients. But these mosses could survive on only what the damp air held for them, and would never grow big enough to harm the tunnels.

The tunnels that might hold a pursuer behind you, probably the red-armored motorcyclist.

Probably Eliza, unless the change in the noise really was the brick.

You don't have enough information to make a good decision, but damn it, making the best decision with the information you do have is what got you this far, isn't it?

>Keep heading down the tunnel - the noise is just the difference between brick and concrete
>Head for the surface at the next opportunity - you'll have a better chance of evading Eliza there
>Write In

>>37183853
>>Head for the surface at the next opportunity - you'll have a better chance of evading Eliza there

>>37183853
>Head for the surface at the next opportunity - you'll have a better chance of evading Eliza there

>>37183853
>Head for the surface at the next opportunity - you'll have a better chance of evading Eliza there

>>37183853
>Upon re-reading my updates, it sounds like I'm making passive-aggressive digs at my own questing style. Is this the power of drunk questing?
No idea what you are talking about, HD!

>>37183853
>Head for the surface at the next opportunity - you'll have a better chance of evading Eliza there

>>37183926
>It's just a cruise down old railroad tracks, with no real choice of which direction to take.
>You don't have enough information to make a good decision

Probably this. It doesn't seem accurate though. HD's even throwing in shit about the bike for that autist on his ask.fm.

>>37183853
>>Head for the surface at the next opportunity - you'll have a better chance of evading Eliza there

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>>37183853

That new note can't just be the reflection of your bike's engine from the brick. You saw that monster Eliza was riding, with its slablike armored hide.

It would make just such a grumbling as it stalked its prey, the shaking of the air, then the ceiling, the first warning of its presence. Unafraid to cry its glory to its fleeing victims, self-assured of enough power to send an advance notice of its hunt.

Fuck it, you're out. The next station can't come quickly enough. When you finally feel the draft turn cold, you call out "hang on tight" to your blonde burden. Her arms tighten a little, just as you jerk the bike toward the service ramp to the station's platform.

Then it's a short dash across the level surface of the platform itself, past the smashed and decaying lightboxes for advertisements, and a bumpy ride up yet another set of stairs.

Narrow, and steeply sloped, unless that's just your worry for your package speaking. The bike's wheels bump up one step after another, fighting for traction on the slick, algae-covered concrete.

A choke point.

Your eyes flicker up them, but don't meet any answering gun barrels or inquisitive, sightless drone eyes. An undefended choke point.

>Booby trap it [suggestions welcome]
>Great, that means you can floor it out of here
>Write In

>>37184348
>Booby trap it [suggestions welcome]
High tension wire across the point. or an improvised landmine.

>>37184348
>Great, that means you can floor it out of here

>>37184348
>Booby trap it [suggestions welcome]
something simple, like a tripwire
probably not in wire, but still

>>37184348
>Great, that means you can floor it out of here
If we dally, we just give them more time to catch up.

For future heists, we should look into some drop-to-deploy auto-mines we can just scatter behind us.

>>37184348
>Great, that means you can floor it out of here

>>37184348
>>Booby trap it [suggestions welcome]
Could we collapse the tunnel?

>>37184385
>>37184397
guys we got a hurt person we got to deliver. like REALLY hurt. Do you think we got time to set up a trap?

>>37184348
>>Booby trap it [suggestions welcome]
Pile up some of the algae on at least two consecutive steps. That'll get her to slip and fall... probably...

>>37184485
the point of doing that is not having to race eliza, so yes

>>37184531
You don't think we can out run that armored hulk on our sleek love beast?

>>37184531
>>37184502

Mass armored bike is going to plow through any trap we set unless we had explosives for the tunnel. I do not think we have any explosives. Thus traps are nigh on pointless.

Want to run? take the really tiny alleyways, that armored bulk will not turn like us or fit quite as well.

>>37184348
>>Booby trap it [suggestions welcome]
If we have any caltrops that would handy here. If we could fix a tripwire to somehow disable the bike without giving our old a friend a high speed motorcycle crash that would be great.

>>37184348
>>Great, that means you can floor it out of here

her bike is too armored for traps to do much

>>37184348

They might not have guarded it, it's definitely outside their secured zone, but you could try to make it harder to break through, give yourself an edge against the red beast pursuing you.

Near the top of the stairs, you spot of spool of high-tension comm wire, with a few tools scattered near it. It's odd that a quitting worker would just vanish, instead of taking some of the valuable wire or tools with him, but it's certainly a lucky coincidence.

You disentangle the blonde's arms from around yourself, an dismount onto the slick steps. There's a slight squelch as your foot crushes the algae, and you bend down to grab the bolt cutters.

This gate's lock is harder to cut than the last one, but that's probably because you're more tired, not because there's any more effort involved. A sharp kick sends it screaming open on its hinge, chain falling in a glistening pool to the ground.

It's the work of a few moments to loop the high-strength cable between the gateposts, a hard-to see black line in the rain twilight. Wheeling your bike under it doesn't take much time either, but it's enough to notice a free-standing steel post, perhaps set up to help direct lines for the subway, but now a naked metal erection with a mangled tip.

It's easy enough to avoid, but if you bent it toward the stairs, someone coming up the stair with enough speed might impale themselves on it.

Its jagged, hacked-off end looks like it might do well again armor.

Lances did, didn't they?

>Set it up - there's nothing like extra security, and what will that clothesline do against someone armored?
>No - that's going too far against an old friend
>No - you need to get going on the open road

>>37185021
>>No - that's going too far against an old friend

>>37185021
>>No - that's going too far against an old friend

>>37185021
>No - that's going too far against an old friend

>>37185021
>No - that's going too far against an old friend
>No - you need to get going on the open road

>>37185021
>No - that's going too far against an old friend
>No - you need to get going on the open road

>>37185021
>>No - that's going too far against an old friend

>>37185021
>No - that's going too far against an old friend

>>37185021
>No - that's going too far against an old friend

>>37185021

Maybe it would penetrate her armor, take her right off that red beast of a machine.

But Eliza's an old friend, maybe your oldest friend.

Quite probably your oldest friend who's still alive.

And you're not going to be the one who ends it, no matter how much a figment of your imagination painted in the black suit and red tie of your mentor tells you that it would look like an accident.

You couldn't do that to her, you realize, swinging one leg back over your own motorcycle. It seems even harder for the blonde to grab you this time, her hands spending more effort finding each other and locking together.

That burn and the layers of bound cloth over it are all that keeps her guts in right now. You can imagine how much pain she's in, but tat doesn't' make it any less, just makes her continued grip more impressive.

The rest of the trip back to point B back in Juptek Sector is going to be hell for her, you think, gunning the engine and starting off smoothly down the alley, trying not to jar the package.

She grunts in pain anyway, arms spasmodically squeezing your ribcage.

The satellite locator's working up here, so it only take a split second to find yourself on the map. The route back into Juptek Sector looks simple, and there are some good alternates, in case they set up a roadblock on one.

Simple, but long, at least for a package in this kind of condition, you think, as the blonde pants against you. You could probably complete the haul with her in front of you if she passes out, especially once you get into Juptek Sector.

Dagon Core wouldn't chase you too far in there, would they?

>Ride for point B - they told you that getting her there quickly mattered more than getting there in one piece
>Call 'Concierge' and ask for the nearest discrete doctor - you need to get her medical attention, damn the client
>Write In

>>37185532
>Call 'Concierge' and ask for the nearest discrete doctor - you need to get her medical attention, damn the client

>>37185532
If we have the clients number get them to have medical on site.

>>37185596
Seconding this

>>37185532
>Ride for point B - they told you that getting her there quickly mattered more than getting there in one piece
Client specifically said speed > condition of package. Also this >>37185596

>>37185532
>>Ride for point B - they told you that getting her there quickly mattered more than getting there in one piece
If we start ignoring what the customer ordered we'll soon find ourselves with a bad rep. It is up to us now to get her to goal square fast enough.

>>37185532
>Ride for point B - they told you that getting her there quickly mattered more than getting there in one piece

>>37185532
>>Ride for point B - they told you that getting her there quickly mattered more than getting there in one piece

>>37185532
>Ride for point B - they told you that getting her there quickly mattered more than getting there in one piece
and this: >>37185596

>The option that looks best is worst. The option that looks worst is worst. Both options are worst, your only hope is write-ins. - Haiku Deluge
bastard

>>37185712
what does that even mean?

>>37185742
something Haiku posted on Twitter. Makes me think he is a bastard

>>37185788
apparently haiku is drunk, and i bet just messing with us

>>37185821
>I always lie, and that's the truth.
Maybe, maybe not.

>>37185532

The client said that speed mattered more than the condition of the package, didn't they?

There's no time to stop for a doctor then, is there? But there is something you can do, and you can do it without even taking your hands off your motorcycle.

You dial the client's number, and make a sharp turn into another alley. It starts ringing as you shoot between mouldering concrete, cracks spidering across the walls that hem the space in.

But at least the alley's concrete, and not the damn cobblestones they have over in Vulnex Sector. Those things do a number on your back teeth.

The client picks up before the first ring finishes.

Antsy.

"Hello?" he asks, the same voice from earlier, but a bit more harried, "what's going on?"

>Write In

>>37185964
"The package isn't in the best shape. If you could have some data doctors standing by that would be great."

>>37185964
I have collected the package, but she is injured, having medical on site or on stand by is highly advised. Also have mercs after me so I might be coming in hot, be advised.

>>37185964
>>37185998
Backing

>>37185964
This >>37185998 is nice

>>37185964
"package incoming, heavily wounded, you should get some medics ready"

>>37185964
"I got the package, but her guts are trying to escape through her bellybutton, so have medical on hand. Also, I might have someone on my tail.

>>37185964
>>37185998
I'll back this

>>37185964

"I've collected the package," you say, and pause for half a second to swing viciously around another corner.

"Great," he sticks in nervously, as if he thinks you need an acknowledgement to keep talking.

Well, considering how bad communication is sometimes, it might be useful.

It's still a little annoying.

"Her guts are trying to escape through her bellybutton," you tell him, and pause intentionally this time. The straightaway doesn't give you another reason to.

"Great," he says, then catches himself, "uh, no, that's not great at all. We'll have medical standing by."

"And I've probably got someone on my tail," you finish, opening the throttle as much as you dare with the damaged Asset clinging to you.

"We'll have someone standing by for that too," he says, "anything else?"

"Is that Iscar?" you hear weakly from behind you, barely a whisper on the wind, even when uttered with enough force to cause a twitch in the arms encircling you. A dangerous twitch.

"Are you Iscar?" you ask the voice on the other end of the line, slacking off on the speed so your cargo can get a better grip.

Confusion from the other end of the line. "Iscar?" he asks, obviously flustered, "Oh, Mr. Scary. No," he says, gulping audibly, "no I'm not him. At least she's got it together enough to ask."

"No," you tell your charge, "It's not him."

There's a lowering of shoulders against your back, and probably a sigh too weak to reach your ears. "But it should have been him sending you," you half-hear, half-guess at in the rushing wind, as the slumps further down, "he's the one who would care enough."

This is getting a little bit more complicated than you'd expected, but maybe the package is delirious.

Or maybe there's something else going on here.

>It's above your pay grade, just take her to point B
>Terminate the call and have a discussion with the package [write in questions]
>Grill the client [write in questions]
>Call someone else
>Write In

>>37186462
>It's above your pay grade, just take her to point B

>>37186462
>Grill the client [Is There anything I should know? Really don't want to have another group after me for a bloodfeud.

>>37186462
>It's above your pay grade, just take her to point B

>>37186462
>Iscar
>Mr. Scary
>All these fucking Apostle names

HD, you bastard. It's goddamn Judas, isn't it?

>>37186462
>>Terminate the call and have a discussion with the package [write in questions]
>>Grill the client [write in questions]
Her: 'Are you sure this guy is working for the same people you are?' (Confirm you're delivering her somewhere she wants to go)
Him: 'So how's your sex life?' (Stall for time and info)

>>37186462
>>It's above your pay grade, just take her to point B

>>37186462
>>Grill the client [write in questions]
Is speed really that important? The package might reach expiry date before I reach point B, unless it gets immediate attention.

>>37186580
It does not matter what our package would say. We have a delivery to do. It is our job.

>>37186664
But what if her employer was willing to offer substantially more than ours for her return?

>>37186710
Well yes a cometing deal would be an entirely different matter. Mercenary work (kind of) so the highest bidder wins.

>>37186758
However, we made an agreement with the first client. If we don't follow through, or rep will suffer. Rep is everything.

>>37186512
>>37186542
>>37186590

vs.

>>37186521
>>37186580
>>37186591


If the tie doesn't break in a few minutes, I'm going to roll a 1d2, although I'd rather not have to.

>>37186572
>that feel when your players get it

>>37186462
>>Grill the client [write in questions]
tie breaker

>>37186462
>>37186809
voting for the later then

>>37186572
Mind elaborating anon?

>>37187319
Judas Iscariot.

>>37187421
That doesn't tell me anything in this context.

>>37187512
You know, the Judas who betrayed Jesus?

>>37187542
He had a last name?

>>37187569
Yes anon his last name was Iscariot.

>>37187512
HD's using Christian apostle names for the husbando buffet, sometimes abbreviating or altering them slightly.

James, Sim (Simon), Andy (Andrew), Matt (Matthew), Phillip, Thomson (Thomas), Paul (although he wasn't technically one of the twelve).

This Iscar looks like another one of those.

>>37187542
How does that play into this situation?

>>37187637
see>>37187628
I don't know the Bible well enough to tell you if they have similar personalities to source or common interpretations of it.

>>37187637
See: >>37187628

Laura's already had a 'death' and effective resurrection.

HD seems to fucking love mythology, so it probably means nothing more than Vulnex (Vulcan) being metalworking, Nepcor (Neptune) being a sea port, Plutonix (Pluto) being a 'dead' sector, and Kronokorp being destroyed by the other corps, as Kronos was killed by the other Greek deities.

Rock Quest delved into some Christian mythology too, IIRC.

>>37187720
Rock Quest had us fighting the forces of hell and the devil, so yeah.

>>37186462

There's a good chunk of you that wants to just take the package to point B and be done with it.

Sure, the situation's probably complicated, but every situation is, in this business. And the more time you spend on the phone, the more likely it is that someone will track you by its signal, especially at this speed the package's state is forcing you to take.

But what else do you really have to do on the ride, look at the scenery? When you've seen one concrete building, half-eaten by the damp salt air, with wet stains down its sides, tracing toward the storm sewers, you've seen them all.

"Is there something I should know?" you ask. What are they going to do, spread the word that you're the nosey kind?

Well, that might be bad for your rep, but if it keeps people from calling you for jobs like your brush with the nanoplague, that's fine with you.

"Let me, uh, get someone who would be able to answer your questions," he says, in the voice of a man who doesn't have all the answers himself, and would really rather be somewhere else. You can hear him saying 'sir? She'd like to talk to you' in the background.

Didn't cover the receiver, did he?

Well, you're not going to make the smae mistake. You mute yourself, then start asking the package a few questions.

Questions she can barely answer, in her state.

"How can I tell if this guy's working for the same people you are?" you ask, then strain your ears for her answer.

"I'm with Juptek," you hear, "Ishtar Ward," she tells you, every word loaded with pain, "Mr. Iscariot's group. Ask about," she says, then draws a deep breath, "an animal."

"Hello?" another man says over your helmet speaker, confident. Willful.

You can't help but think of a red chess piece, taller than the others, striding across the board in any direction it wishes.

>Ask about the Lion
>Ask about the Stallion
>Ask about the Wolf
>Ask about the Mole
>Write In

>>37187809
>>Ask about the Stallion

>>37187809
>Ask about the Lion
someone look up animals with symbolism to Judas.

>>37187809
Ask about Shoggoth

>>37187809
>Write In
ask about the rabbit

>>37187809
>>Ask about the Mole
Since this is Judas we're talking about...

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>>37187809
>Ask about the Wolf

>>37187809
>Wild Stallions
>Air guitar

>>37188000
that looks more like a laughing Aku

>>37187809

>Ask about the Mole

>>37187967
good point.

>>37187809
>Write In
>Ask about the Lamb

>>37187809
>>37187899
Changing from this to>>37188066
I fail as a Christian for not seeing this.

>>37188088
Not seeing what?

I fucking hate this meta bullshit.

>>37187809
>Ask about the Lion
I'm a Leo sooo...

>>37188109
Christ is the Lamb of God, Iscariot organization, Judas Iscariot followed Christ.

>>37187809
>>Write In
Is mr. Iscariot gonna pay us thirty silver for this job?

>>37188066
>>37188088
>>37188180
but guys, we are the lamb.

>>37188180
Still not seeing the relevance.

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>>37188180
>Iscariot Organization

>>37188214
isn't the lamb the one who got gutted open?

>>37188250
it's missing "RAPE" in blocky white letters at the bottom

>>37188299
and did we not get gutted open? did we not raise from the grave? face it, we're Jesus.
no i'm not serious

>>37188066
Fuck it, supporting, only because I have no clue what any of these choices are supposed to represent.

>>37188222
Basically, he was sacrificed so others could live. Lambs were are common sacrificial animal for jews.

>>37188360
>I have no clue what any of these choices are supposed to represent.
Same, and its really annoying.

>>37188336
nah, we got nailed

>>37188360
be sure to link the qm's post when you got to vote. Otherwise he might miss yours when counting them up, you know?

>>37188405
Carlos I will fucking cut you.

>>37188427
With what? Your razor wit?

>>37188520
be careful, it's nano-sharp

>>37188673
I don't get it.

Sorry for the delay, got tied up in something IRL. Seems like the Lamb write-in won, so I'll be writing that.

Looks like you've been having fun while I was out, though.

>>37187809

"So," you ask, "what happened to the lamb?" There's some connection between that animals and the name Iscariot, but you can't remember exactly what it is.

"Oh," he says with a laugh, "you can buy it for thirty silver. What can I do for you?"

You mute yourself quickly, and relay his cryptic response to the package. She manages to get out a weak "he knows Iscar, at least," in answer, then re-tightens her grip on you as you throttle up. The faster you make it back, the faster she gets a doc.

Of course, point B is still a good fifteen minutes out, you think as you flip transmission back on. Your eye flicks past the cop detector as you do.

Virtually nothing. At least that's going right.

"Your package might reach its expiry date before I reach point B," you tell him, "unless it gets medical attention."

"How do you make cheese?" he asks you, letting the question hang in the air as you round another corner. A sharp breath from your passenger hisses in your ear.

Maybe that was a little fast, or maybe she's wearing out.

"Spoiled milk," he says, voice a wooden block, clunking on a marble slab, "we need her, and we need her alive, but we don't need her in one piece. And if you stop anywhere without a few Assets guarding it, Dagon Core will grab her."

"I take it you've got a few Assets waiting in the wings?" you ask.

"Of course," he tells you lightly, "and a few on the board already."

>Well, I'll get on with it then
>And I'm one of them?
>Is 'cheesemaking' your hobby?
>Are you Mr. Iscariot?
>Are you with Ishtar Ward?
>Write In

>>37188360
>no clue what any of these choices are supposed to represent.
Looks like they're animals with ties to Ishtar: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ishtar

>>37189596
>Well, I'll get on with it then
>Go faster

>>37189596
>Well, I'll get on with it then

>>37189596
>>And I'm one of them?
>>Go as fast as you can safely drive

>>37189596
>>Well, I'll get on with it then
Times-a-wasting then, let's cut the chatter and go warp speed.

>>37189811
We can't go fast with this barely-breathing blonde on out back.

>>37189596
>>Write In
"Problem is the piece that is not intact is the one deciding whether she lives or dies, she kind of needs that piece and won't live without it, so stop with that bullshit already, you want her alive, you get her medical aid right now."

>>37189596
>>Well, I'll get on with it then

>>37189596

"Well," you say, a bit less concerned, "I'll get on with it then," and terminate the connection.

Knowing point B can resist a Dagon Core assault definitely takes a load off your mind. And he does make a good point about any undefended drop point just making the two of you sitting ducks.

Of course, there's something about the way he casually told you that they don't' need her in one piece that makes your hackles rise. On the other hand, there's no way you could deliver her unscathed at this point - she's in better shape then you found her, at least.

That's not saying much, considering that her intestines were barely inside her before your emergency treatment.

But hell, you're a walking, or riding, example of someone that didn't need to be in one piece. And the package doesn't even have an 'incurable' disease, just some trauma.

'Just some trauma'. Hah. That's like saying Nepcor Sector has 'just some maintenance issues'. They're the defining feature of this place now, cracks and stains everywhere. At least the drains work, but maybe that was just another maintenance failure - the water started draining into the subway, and nobody stopped it.

Nepcor's always been your least favorite sector, you think as the cold drizzle of rain sluices over your new red bodysuit, and patters on the blonde Asset's coat.

>>37190423

Her grip suddenly slides loose, then she makes a clumsy regrab and hisses with pain. You cut your speed, realizing that she almost passed out.

Time to switch her to the front.

The bike climbs the curb easily, and you let it idle as you dismount, the barely-breathing blonde almost falling to the concrete when she loses her handhold. You steady her and sort of pour her onto the front of the motorcycle seat, your boots grinding on the wet pavement.

Luckily she's petite enough to do this with.

Her eyes close, then flicker open a couple of times during the procedure. You're about to lose her to unconsciousness.

There's probably time for one more question, you think as you get on behind her and grip the handlebars. If worst come to worst, you can hold her on with your thighs and elbows.

>Write In

>>37190447
>"What's your name?"

>>37190447
"Any last request if we don't make it in time?"
That's sure to cheer her up.

>>37190447
>"So how's your sex life?"

>>37190447
"What's Mr. Iscariot's phone number?"

>>37190447
"So tell me about Iscar."

>>37190522
I was literally about to type that.

>>37190541
then type it! unless you don't really want it to go through, which is cool, I get that. It's not like I want your support or anything, Baka.

>>37190522
Yes please

>>37190522
Gonna have to go with this.

>>37190527
Seconding >>37190447

Sex life is traditional, but this could be useful.

We can ask our client about his at point B.

>>37190606
But you already typed it...
However I will support it >>37190423

>>37190624
>>37190632
link the votes to HD's post, yo. Vote nesting is a horrible habit to get into.

>>37190447
>>37190527
This

>>37190522
>>37190447
This. We don't need his phone number. We were hired to get the package from A to B

>>37190447

>>37190527
This.

>>37190447
>>37190527
This, you just in case.

>>37190676
But if the little votes don't nest, how will they ever get fed worms by the mama vote?

Joking aside, linking to the post you're voting on is best practice.

>>37190771
huehue

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>>37190447

"What's Mr. Iscariot's phone number?" you ask her, shifting a bit to get comfortable on the bike's seat. While it'll make things easier in the long run, this position's a lot more irritating to ride in. You can't really lean forward any farther, and the blonde Asset's back is pressing the boxy frame of your SMG into your breast.

It's more annoying than painful, though.

And maybe the pain is keeping her with you. She's able to force out the whole number as you get back on the road, although the moan of pain she gives when you take the curb breaks it in the middle.

She's still with it after you finish entering the number into your contacts. So you go for another, more entertaining question.

"So how's your sex life?" you ask, accelerating to a much higher speed than you were able to before. This should cut the travel time by a decent bit, although steering around the package is frustrating.

"What?" she asks you, forcing it out between clenched teeth. You can almost hear the 'at a time like this?' that would follow if she wasn't in so much pain.

"Hey," you respond, leaning into a curve, "the scenery isn't getting any more interesting."

>I notice you've got a pet name for Mr. Iscariot
>So are you, uh, into the rough stuff?
>Write In

Finally found a character image. Took me long enough.

>>37191105
>I notice you've got a pet name for Mr. Iscariot
Family or lover?

>>37191105
>>I notice you've got a pet name for Mr. Iscariot

>>37191105
>>I notice you've got a pet name for Mr. Iscariot

Oh, so we got Seibah for a ride.

>>37191105
"Easy tiger, only kidding."
>I notice you've got a pet name for Mr. Iscariot

>>37191105
>>I notice you've got a pet name for Mr. Iscariot

>>37191166
I assume that pic confirms that we Laura is rescuing the blonde Asset Raynard beat up and left for the Hounds to find at the end of his interlude?

>>37191201
wasn't she on a bike, not a van?

>>37191201

That's correct.

>>37191231

The van was a getaway vehicle, and was driven by someone assisting in her escape from the Telchine Harbor, since she wasn't in any condition to drive herself.

>>37191105
>I notice you've got a pet name for Mr. Iscariot

>>37191323
oh cool!

>>37191323
I'm starting to wonder if someone's intentionally feeding us jobs that put us on Dagon Core's path. Or someone is getting their jollies off setting us up against Eliza.

>>37191408
Well, to be fair, we were told well in advance this would be in Nepcor's (and thus Dagon Core's) territory when we took it on.

We'll have to pay attention to details like that in the future.

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>>37191105

"And I notice you've got a pet name for Mr. Iscariot," you say, teasingly. It's the best you can do for bedside manner right now.

The blonde sighs and winces in your arms. "He doesn't like 'Mr. Scary'," she tells you in a voice you hardly catch above the wind's rush, "that's it."

Well, that's a bit disappointing. But, of course, it might not be the whole truth.

It's all you're getting right now, though. The package slides into unconsciousness within a block. You hope it makes everything hurt less.

Because if she's awake, going these speeds is going to hurt a lot.

You open the throttle bit by bit, burning down the little cared-for road. Small cracks jolt the bike slightly, but you can run down grass all day.

And if you're racing Eliza for the border, you need all the speed you can get. The wire probably threw her off the bike, although it shouldn't have hurt her badly in that armor.

Maybe you should see about getting a riding suit like that, although you're not sure the extra weight would be worth it - anything less the armor-piercing rounds will just leave you bruises in your current getup.

Everything's looking up, every the scenery. The rain lightens as you near the Juptek Sector border, making you wonder about the weather patterns again. You can see the lights of office buildings in the distance.

One of them is point B.

>Concentrate on driving
>Call Mr. Iscariot
>Call someone else
>Write In

>>37191703
>>Concentrate on driving

>>37191703
>The wire probably threw her off the bike, although it shouldn't have hurt her badly in that armor.
I thought we didn't set that up with the whole "No we won't do that to our friend" thing?

>Concentrate on driving

>>37191703
>>Concentrate on driving
And keep your eyes peeled for hostiles. I bet Dagon's not gonna give up before sector border, if even there.

>>37191703
>Concentrate on driving

>>37191703
>Concentrate on driving
>>37191754
No, we didn't but spikes or a spear or something like that on it, so we wouldn't hurt her too much.

>>37191703
>>Concentrate on driving

>>37191703
>Concentrate on driving
Keep her talking though, she need to be awake.

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>>37191703

You can see it from here, but you're not at the finish line yet. Another ten minutes, your display tells you.

A wide sweep up the onramp takes you into the artery of commerce, a hauler-choked highway.

Hauler Hell.

Lanesplitting heaven.

You don't see the broken concrete guardrails this time. The 18-wheeled tractor-trailers on both sides keep blocking your view. There's a slice of sky above you, dripping rain, and a narrow window down the length of the highway.

Your motorcycle roars as you open the throttle up, blasting down the trench. There's no way for the police, which your detector says are somewhere nearby, to see you, let alone chase you down.

Well, James might be able to try on his motorcycle, but you'd still bet on your beloved bike against his corp-issued pig wings.

It's a simple ride into Juptek Sector, but definitely not boring. A couple of truckers tried to edge onto the line, denying you the space from their envy of your speed.

You were too fast for their attempts to crush you, but those were some hair-raising seconds anyway.

They should envy you. You live a life of danger and excitement, reaping the big rewards that come with taking the big risks. Sure, you could be driving a hauler instead of your faithful steel steed, but how boring would that be? And the pay's not nearly as good.

You have to admit that driving a hauler might have saved you from the close encounter with the Nanoplauge, and your life would definitely be less complicated.

But where would the fun be in that?

There's no fanfare when you cruise into Juptek Sector, but the dancing lights of the buildings on each side of the road seem almost like celebratory fireworks.

You've only seen those a couple of times, and only one of those was up close.

>Reminisce about your bald mentor and fireworks
>Concentrate on getting to point B
>Call Mr. Iscariot
>Write In

>>37192355
>Concentrate on getting to point B as fast as you can with the package still holding on.
Make sure the girl is still with us.

>>37192355
>Call Mr. Iscariot
See if he can pull some strings so we can
>Concentrate on getting to point B
Faster

>>37192355
>>Concentrate on getting to point B
Focus, girl, focus! A job ain't done until it's done.

>>37192355
>>Reminisce about your bald mentor and fireworks
I'm curious about our time with the deadliest human being on Earth.

>>37192355
>>37192401
This, and make a mental note to reminisce about our mentor and fireworks when the job is done and we're enjoying a nice drink.

>>37192355
>Call Mr. Iscariot

Make sure the girl is still with us.

>>37192355
>Concentrate on getting to point B

>>37192355
>Reminisce about your bald mentor and fireworks

>>37192355
>Call Mr. Iscariot

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>>37192355

But there's no time to think about that right now. You're delivering the package to point B, in as few pieces as you can.

The faster you get there, you think, watching the dots on your map, the better chance she has.

Five minutes out.

The blonde Asset is slumped against you, limp but breathing. That last part's good, at any rate.

"You still there?" you ask, shaking her lightly. She stiffens a little and rewards you with a pained groan.

Well, that's probably the best you could expect.

The highway blurs under your wheels as your motorcycle screams along, fast as you can take it with someone leaning back on you. The dots on the map are converging.

It's about time, you think, reigning in your steel steed to make it down the offramp. The street is a constellation of lgihts. Signs, windows, cars, haulers, even another couple of motorcycles - everything's lit, and the lights are dancing.

They blur past, beauty smeared by your insistent speed. This is the home stretch, no reason to slack off now.

You wheedle the bike through traffic, stabbing into any gap, piercing the lines of cars. The blocks between you and point B vanish one by one.

There's an garage-style door on the ground floor, halfway open. It barely clears your helmet as you cruise inside.

Then it slams down behind you, and the lights snap on.

>>37192995
H-Haiku? You still there?

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>>37192995

Harsh, sterile beams stab down from lights set in the ceiling. Everything's white, white and gleaming. Your motorcycle's idle echoes off the hard walls.

The whole place smells of antiseptic, and not just one. It's a noxious cocktail of alcohol and chlorine, not enough to be dangerous, but enough to bite at the back of your sinuses.

A team of medtechs wheel a gurney toward you, a man in a white lab coat running alongside, barking technical-sounding orders. They wave you off your bike and swarm the blonde Asset, placing her on the rolling stretcher far more gently than you expected from their chaotic and intense manner.

Within thirty seconds, the blonde Asset, whose name you still don't know, is riding an elevator up into the building, strapped to a gurney and surrounded by medical professionals.

You even saw one of them sticking her with an IV while the doors closed.

You're not quite sure how to feel about it all. Seems like she's in efficient hands, in what seems to be a secret hospital/safehouse. All the same, you've been by her side for hours, and you're not sure you'll see her again.

"You ever see a team of ants carrying a caterpillar?" a voice asks from behind you. You start in surprise, but recover as you turn to face him.

Oh, there's a door in that wall. White, like everything else.

You must have been watching the medics too closely to notice him enter. His black suit stands out too much against the white room for you to have missed him otherwise.

Unkempt short black hair tops off a winking face. His smile's nicer than a smirk, fairly pleasant actually.

>Who are you?
>I guess it looks like something like that?
>Caterpillar?
>So are you supposed to pay me?

>>37193418
>So are you supposed to pay me?

>>37193418
>Who are you?
>So are you supposed to pay me?

>>37193418
>Nope.

>>37193418
>I guess it looks like something like that?
>Who are you?

>>37193418
>So are you supposed to pay me?

>>37193418
>I guess it looks like something like that?

Come on guys, be a little friendly.

>>37193418
>>Caterpillar?
>>So are you supposed to pay me?

>>37193418
"I have not."

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>>37193418

"So," you ask him, "are you supposed to pay me?"

"All business, huh?" he replies, sounding a bit disappointed. The smile droops a bit, "yeah, I'm here to pay ya," he says, showing you a tablet with a receipt on it. Your receipt - some of the bonuses have check marks by them, others don't. "Look alright to ya?" he asks as you glance over it.

"Yeah," you tell him, and he taps the button to initiate the transfer. "I haven't ever seen ants carry a caterpillar," you say, looking up at him, "does it look like that?"

"There's no boss ordering them around," he says, staring blankly at the elevator, "but other than that, very much so. Dragging the victim back to their nest so they can cut it up."

As he says that, his face turns slightly. There's a masklike grin on his features now, and his eyes fix on yours. Strangely red eyes.

He makes an exaggerated shrug, the tablet dangling dangerously from his fingertips.

>Write In

>>37193701
"Why would you cut her up after paying me so much to get her here alive?"

>>37193750
Surgery

>>37193701
>Grab his necktie
>Grab our SMG
>"Explain."

>>37193830
All of the no!

>>37193701
"You got a nice smile."

>>37193803
>victim
>cut it up

doesn't sound like the healthy kind of surgery, more the "we want her guts" kind

>>37193880
Does it really matter? We got paid we have no reason to stick around here.

>>37193902
Yeah it kind of does matter, those are the kind of details we want to know about before hand, so we can either charge extra or say fuck off.

The last time we didn't give two shits and accepted a job without thinking about it we ended up made out of carbon fibre shavings.

>>37193701
Oh, why not this: >>37193852

>>37193920
You worry to much.

>>37193967
Seriously? In this quest of all things you tell me to not worry...

I worry too much because HD has proven that I need to.

>>37193701
"Are you this charming with every courier you hire or are you flashing me that glasgow grin for some special reason?"

>>37193994
Okay.... Sorry that you feel worried anon. I wish I was smart enough to articulate on why you shouldn't worry but well lets face it, I'm not a smart anon.

>>37193701

"You've got a nice smile," you tell him, a small smile on your own face, as you lean back against your motorcycle and cross your arms.

It gets your hand closer to your SMG.

"I don't hear that one often," he tells you, grin growing even wider, "in fact," he continues, sticking his hands in his pockets, and fixing his gaze on a far corner of the ceiling, the blank look returning, "I'm not sure I've ever heard it before. They say there's a first time for everything."

"So are you this charming with every courier you hire?" you ask, raising your eyebrows at him, "or are you flashing me that Glasgow for some special reason?"

"Oh," he says, eyes swiveling back to you, and the original, gentler smile returns, "charming's a new one too, but Glasgow isn't, I'm afraid. Still, would you like to go to dinner? There's a couple of good places close by."

>Um, sure
>I'm afraid I've got other plans
>Hell no, psycho
>Alright, can you cut the crap and tell me what's going on?
>[You are spared from having to reply by an interruption]
>Write In

META NOTE: The interruption is something that will happen in this scene regardless of which option is chosen. Option 5 just triggers it early.

>>37194103
>"Sure!"

>>37194103
>Um, sure

>>37194103
>>Alright, can you cut the crap and tell me what's going on?

>>37194103
>Alright, can you cut the crap and tell me what's going on?
No thank you, we've already got enough hunks who are not this kind of creepy or crazy

>>37194103
>I'm afraid I've got other plans
>But before that, can you cut the crap and tell me what's going on?

>>37194188
Yes, but they're not as interesting.

None of them have even shown this much initiative.

>>37194103
>Um, sure

But isn't he on shift or something?

>>37194204
Uhh yes they have, one asked us out to lunch and the other made several passes at us while cooking us breakfast.

How have you already forgotten them? They are both leagues more interesting than this creepy fucker who I don't want anything to do with at present.

>>37194103
>In one corner, ParanoidAnon. In the other, NaiveAnon, pusher of red buttons.
Fucking killing me here HD!

>>37194103
>Alright, can you cut the crap and tell me what's going on?

>>37194103
>>37194202
This.

>>37194204
>None of them have even shown this much initiative.
Did you forget where we were before we accepted this job? At that burger place?

>>37194223
You push another red button and I'll tear your larynx out through your ass.

>>37194103
Seconding >>37194202

>>37194204
>>37194222
guys guys, they're both pretty, and kinda boring. it doesn't matter who we pick, because at the end of the day we go home with our one true love.

>>37194246
please don't make me laugh so hard, other people are trying to sleep.

>>37194103
>Um, sure

Fuck it, let's do interesting things.

>>37194240
>>37194204
>initiative
>we called him

Ok, Ryan showed some.

>>37194204
And here we have ForgetfulAnon, who can't even remember the previous interaction with a male character.

>>37194103
>>Um, sure

>>37194204
>initiative
There initiative and then there's just being a creeper and I don't want to know anything about this guy until we find out more about this situation.

>>37194246
that is to say what you said was really funny and not in a you can't hurt me kind of way.

>>37194103
supporting>>37194202

>>37194279
Interaction we initiated.

I think ForgetfulAnon is NaiveAnon's cutman.

>>37194300
>implying this isn't the fastest way to get information out of him

>>37194272
>please don't make me laugh so hard, other people are trying to sleep.
If I make you laugh will those people wake up and strangle you so you can't press any more red buttons?

>>37194320
>implying this isn't the fastest way to get information out of him
>going on a date with him to subtly get information from him which will take hours when we can just ask him right here and now is somehow faster
...

>>37194320
>>implying this isn't the fastest way to get information out of him
I wasn't implying anything because that would be the second slowest way to get information from him behind not even bothering to ask or find out and just leaving.

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>>37194330
Sorry what did you say? I was to busy triggering the schmuck bait.

>>37194103
>Alright, can you cut the crap and tell me what's going on?

There are already enough husbando's I don't care about, don't need another

>>37194103
>Um, sure

HD said this was going to be interrupted anyway.

Changing our tune drastically halfway through the conversation might provoke the shit out of this psycho.

>>37194350
God fucking damn it stop namefagging, cockgargler.

>>37194350
>>37194330
I'd just like to say the two of you are both literally worse than Hitler.

>HaikuDeluge @HaikuDeluge
>I'm not sure whether I poked the lurkers with a stick, or just stirred the fires of samefaggotry.
>
>I sure didn't mean to create namefags.

Lurker you poked with the unwanted husbando stick here, you know damn well what you did HD, stop making every first interaction a male character a "oooh look at his abs and pecs" scene. If we want a husbando, we'll find one on our own in our own damn time, not because we're choking on them because you keep throwing them in our faces.

>>37194367
>>37194383
As much as it tickles me pink that you guys get so mad at people using names, I really like this thread so I'll stop.

>>37194367
>HD said this was going to be interrupted anyway.
>
>Changing our tune drastically halfway through the conversation might provoke the shit out of this psycho.
metafaggotry at its worst...

and you're making waaay too many assumptions about this conversation.

>>37194409
I don't see any mention of abs and pecs in this one.
So far all we've got is he has a nice smile when he's not smirking.

>>37194441
>I don't see any mention of abs and pecs in this one.
Stop being so literal anon, its the general vibe of how Laura reacts whenever there is new manly meat on screen.

>>37194409
>implying it isn't some sort of grand plan

He's probably shoving so many at us we get sick of the entire concept of husbandos.

>>37194453
>genera; vibe of how Laura reacts whenever there is new manly meat

We did vote for the heavy flirting with Ryan in the first thread, and that seems to have set a tone.

>>37194463
>He's probably shoving so many at us we get sick of the entire concept of husbandos.
We already were when the second was introduced...

>>37194463
>We did vote for the heavy flirting with Ryan in the first thread, and that seems to have set a tone.
>I flirt with one character, therefore I must flirt with them all!

>>37194474
I wasn't.

>>37194453
What, she notices things about them?
What a shocker.

>>37194474
>we were sick of it by the second one
>a question on the ask earlier today about husbandoing raynard

>>37194489
if anons vote to flirt, she's gunna flirt.

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>>37194103

"I'm afraid I've got other plans," you tell him, and the smile fades back into the blank look.

"That's too bad," he says tonelessly, staring at the elevator behind you, "but I should have expected it."

"Can you cut the crap and tell me what's going on?" you ask, stepping into his line of sight and staring him down.

Those are the emptiest eyes you've ever seen. Nothing at all behind them, sightless orbs.

And then they flicker back to life, and the manic grin with them.

"What's going on?" he echoes, then laughs, almost doubling over in his mirth, "they're vivisecting her, of course!" he manages to get out, over a fit of laughter, then pulls himself up to stand like a lecturer, "A rare genetic specimen, with very valuable organs, and a better chance of preserving them if they go straight from her body into whatever the hell those things are they use to keep them alive artificially! That's why she had that slash on her stomach, bitch! Nepcor almost did the operation before we could pull her out, but you got her back here in time," he says, that horrifying grin splitting his face, "congratulations! And that idiot, Mr. Scary, kept blocking us because she was 'critical to the operations of Ishtar Ward'. Hah! Critical to the operation of his cock! I'd like to see his face when he finds out!"

>Write In

>>37194814
Text Mr Scary the address and tell him our fee for extracting the blonde or keeping her alive until he can get here in force to retrieve her safely.

>>37194814
I'll back this >>37194839

>>37194814
>>37194839
Yeap. And excuse ourselves first.

>>37194814
Why are you even telling me this? You're some fucked up creep.

>>37194814
"I don't imagine I'd like to be in the same room when he does. Excuse me for a moment, have to check in with my bank and make sure everything went through fine."

Then silently do >>37194839 tell him the address, and tell him to bring as much firepower and help as he can if he wants to see her alive again, and also our rate for such work.

Have our SMG very close at hand and our bike ready for work because fuck me if we let this creep do whatever they are going to do to blondy, we've been in a similar situation so we can relate well to her.

>>37194814

"And if you're thinking about some sort of heroic rescue," he continues, the obscene mirth still smeared on his face, "stop. Because I've already bought enough time for them to finish! Did you see how fast they whisked her out of here? She's definitely dead by now, all her parts in their separate little black boxes! Except her brain, of course. They probably shoved it in the furnace already to hide the evidence! It's not worth the expense of maintaining - doesn't have whatever the hell it is makes her other organs special. But her liver! Her pancreas! They'll advance medicine by a thousand years, and you, YOU were part of it!"

>Write In

>>37194814
I'm not saying we should shoot him but if we do I'd want us to do it like this

"It's a shame, you really did have such a nice smile."
>Shoot him in the face

>>37194814
"Bullshit that slash was horizontal. Vivisection in that body region consists of a vertical slash, so it can connect to the ribcage. How about you tell me whats really going on."

Then do this after this >>37194839 response.

>>37194904
Fuck you HD you railroading fuck.

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Ouch.
Dunno what else I should have expected when I saw Adachi though.

>>37194904
Draw our SMG, then say >>37194913 and demand that he show us proof, and call up Mr Scary and have him listen in on this.

>>37194904
"Okay now I know you're just fucking with me. You are one sad fucker."

>>37194904

Gonna go with anons reasoning here>>37194911

Funny, if this nutter had put things a little more eloquently he would have come off as quite reasonable and pleasant.

>>37194904
"Good thing Mr. Scary isn't the one paying me then."

send everything we know to Mr. Scary anyway.

>>37194904
...

You had this post ready to go didn't you you cunt.

>>37194944
>>37194940
>>37194932
>>37194916
guys, I'm pretty sure he's just fucking with us.

>>37194954
If he isn't we're killing him, and even if he is, we're killing him.

>>37194904
>>37194913
>>37194932
These.

>>37194959
Calm down anon, we're not killing a sad man for badly lying to us.

>>37194959
why does it matter enough to kill him.
we did the job and got paid

>>37194996
My sibling of African decent!

>>37194946
>>37194954
>>37194995
><HaikuDeluge> I started writing it directly after the "let's get Iscariot the address" post went up. You guys really should have called him.
He had this all planned out and there was nothing we could have done from the start.

Fuck you HD, you railroading fuck, you never learn.

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>>37194959
If he is trying to fuck with us, we can always just shoot him in the foot or something and just flip the bird at him as we drive off, like so.

>>37195020
No he's not trying to fuck with us, read >>37195013

Once again HD railroaded us into this bullshit.

>>37195013
where the fuck did he say that?

>>37195033
He didn't, he railroaded this entirely from start to finish.

He didn't say shit, he didn't hint shit, he just steamrolled straight ahead and ALREADY HAD THIS WRITTEN OUT FOR FUCKS SAKE.

>>37194904
Go fuck yourself you railroading faggot.

>>37195013
>>37194916
These strike me as much the same tone as the 'fuck you HD you waifu killing asshole' posts after the 10th thread. Haven't you lot caught on he's fucking with our heads the same as this guy?

>>37195048
so >>37195013 was a lie?

>>37195033
He said it in the #qmc IRC channel in response to a namefag calling him out on it.

>>37195048
>ALREADY HAD THIS WRITTEN OUT FOR FUCKS SAKE
What?
Going by the quote, he started writing it at the "let's get Iscariot the address" post.
>>37194839
Like, right there.
That doesn't look like from start to finish to me.

>>37195028
>>37195013
>>37195048
dude, you need to calm down.

>>37195033
QMC.

<HaikuDeluge> No, I'm a railroading fuck again
Or so they say.
<Vaelys> well Haiku when you have that response written up so fast to either troll your players or outright cut off whatever attempts they were goign to do, yeah you do seem like a railroading fuck again
<Badriel> Eh, that's not so bad.
<HaikuDeluge> I started writing it directly after the "let's get Iscariot the address" post went up. You guys really should have called him.
<Vaelys> yeah thats railroading...
when you emphasize the need for speed above all else and already have that end written up the moment you don't immediately call him, thats railroading...
pretty shitty dick move there Haiku
<HaikuDeluge> I give hints the situation's not right, I give a number to call to find things out, I give multiple opportunities to call it.
<Vaelys> no you didn't
you may *think* you gave hints, but there were none
<HaikuDeluge> Look through the thread and count the number of "call concierge to find a nearby doctor" and "call Mr. Iscariot" shoices there were.
<len-hime>
yeah man god why are you so bad man god fuck dude man :^(
<Vaelys> look through the thread and count the number of times you made it very evident to prioritise speed and completion of the job to ensure her survival
len don't be that faggot

>>37195066
He started writing that post immediately as soon as he got that first vote, ensuring we can't possibly do anything.

He planned this from the beginning and now he's trying to make excuses about how he gave out hints and clues, which he didn't do at all.

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>>37195063
Ok, now I'm pretty sure you're trying troll HD almost as hard as HD is trying to troll us.

>/tg/ doesn't know what railroading is

>>37195063
there is a QMC IRC? how do I get in on that?

>>37195085
Oi. When Vaelys starts sounding reasonable, I think there's been a real fuck-up.

>>37195074
No I really don't, once again he's railroading and laying the blame at our feet when its of his making.

>>37195088
>ensuring we can't possibly do anything
I mean, we literally delivered her to this guy and watched her get wheeled out surrounded by people.
What did you expect us to be able to do after the fact?

>>37195103
no man. I said you need to calm down so you have to calm down. that's the rules.

>>37195114
No i mean how he planned this whole "hand her over to the baddies and kill her before we can act at all" thing.

Nowhere have we been able to impact this course of events at all, and he knows it, no matter what excuses he tries to throw out, he set us up for this turd to be shoved down our throats.

Remember that ask.fm about suffering HD? Yeah go fuck yourself you cunt.

>>37195103
And you acting like a spaz isn't going to do anything but annoy everyone.
Relax, you're playing pretend on an anonymous imageboard.
Make your point sure, but freaking out just makes you look worse.

>>37195136
or maybe. Just maybe this creepy guy is lying.

>>37195102
Wow, you really know shits hit the fan and the QM fucked up when that happens and that autistic faggot is the voice of reason against this mess HD threw us in.

>>37195149
Did you not read >>37195085 ? He ain't lying, HD railroaded us into this and railroaded her getting killed and didn't even give us the illusion that we could have helped, that we could have stopped this.

>>37195173
eh if Hd wasn't just fucking around the the irc Oh well, I'm not to mad and if he was then I'm laughing my ass off.

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>>37195136
>Being this butthurt
Really now this is being excessive.

For the sake of the thread I do hope you calm down and await verification of this eccentric's claims before you start protesting this boisterously.

>>37195199
>ITT, people not understanding they're in a cyberpunk setting where EVERYBODY has a reason to lie to the MC.

>>37195206
sorry, I am pretty naive.

>>37195198
I'm not laughing my ass off, I'm pissed off as hell that he has the gaul to fuck us up the ass this hard, shit down our throats and tell us to accept it like its nothing at all. The fucker can't even believes his excuses and can't see how his railroading can possibly be conceived as railroading.

HD, go fuck yourself with a rusty rake.

>implying Vaelys is speaking reason
Ignoring, literally ignoring redflags isn't railroading. At any time at all before getting here we could have made an easy phonecall that costs us nothing.

In this very fucking thread we had a conversation while riding at full speed, so don't give me shit about how we would to have stopped or some shit and risk Eliza catching us.

Consequences aren't a railroad you dumb fucks. Actually agreeing with Vaelys should tip you off that you're being retarded.

>>37195220
you need to calm down bra

>>37195220
>fuck us up the ass this hard, shit down our throats
We did a job and got paid.
We came out of this whole thing smelling like fucking roses.
Sure the package didn't get put to the use we expected, but we're not the all-conquering hero, righting wrongs and saving damsel.
We're a courier, we deliver things.

>>37195199
>and await verification
He gave all the verification you could ask for that he deliberately railroaded us like this in the IRC

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>>37195220
You amuse me.

>>37195244
And from now on we're not accepting another job like this with no information at all and walking into another of these bullshit situations for HD to pull the rug out from under us again.

>>37195258
>pull the rug out from under us again.
how did he do that? We're fine.

>>37195225
HD, you're really really obvious when you post anon, so stop trying to defend yourself and your bullshit, its as transparent as a burger wrapper.

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>>37195258
I'm still laughing.

>>37195275
i know, right.

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>>37195273
Still laughing.

>>37195273
burger wrappers aren't very transparent

Vaelys needs to fuck off.

there are literally red flags everywhere that the client is unscrupulous and will probably kill her after they get the information they want.

hell right fucking here
>and we need her alive, but we don't need her in one piece
is a direct quote from the client.

>>37194904

"Bullshit," you yell, drawing the SMG from your coat, "that slash was horizontal, and dissection's vertical," you finish, leveling the weapon at him, "now tell me what's really going on."

"It was only horizontal because she fought her way off the operating table when they stuck her!" he replies, gesticulating wildly.

It's three quick, sharp steps to him, and he doesn't notice because he's so wrapped up in his own performance.

"Because she felt the scalpel - they didn't use enough anesthetic there, Nepcor's too cash strapped," he continues, words and hands rolling on in a deluge of this shit, "but our doctors wouldn't make such a - "

He stops talking when you shove his lower jaw against the upper with the SMG.

"Fuck you," you say, "you lying fuck! Now will you stop fucking with me and tell me the truth, or am I going to have to ruin that nice smile?"

If there's one thing you've learned in this business, it's that the that black, mirror-finished visor of a motorcycle helmet is really damn intimidating. You're not a person who can be reasoned with, a man who can be beaten, a woman who can be frightened, a child who can be appeased.

You are a biker, and you are angry at this fucking liar, this bastard who keeps changing his story to stymie any objections.

You ease off just enough so he can talk, if he tilts his head back and stands on his tiptoes.

"Alright," he says, hands up in the universal 'don't shoot' gesture, "alright. I'll tell you."

Movement catches your eye, and you tighten your grip on the trigger.

>>37195288
They are when they are soaked in the tears and sweat of players.

>>37195258
>not accepting another job like this with no information at all
I guess we're never taking another job then, huh?
If a big corp wants a courier for a job, and they call us up and we ask too many questions, they'll just hang up and get some other chump.
Even if the Johnson isn't trying to screw you specifically, he never has any reason to tell the whole truth.

>>37195288
They are when neckbeards eat their grease burgers that sustain them.

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>>37195294

It's the door behind the smiler, swinging open to frame a read-haired man, head bent down, fingers pecking on a tablet. He looks up and anger races across his face.

"Christ, Thad," he yells in a voice used to command, hands slicing through the air like an orator's, "you weren't supposed to be the goddamn negotiator! Is Gabe tied up in a fucking closet?"

Now that voice is familiar. He's the second man on the phone, the one who knew what was going on.

Then he turns his head a few degrees, looking at you and trying to pull a pleasant expression over his obvious rage, "I'm sorry for whatever my employee has said to you, ma'am. It's an oversight on my part you had to deal with him."

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