>>4585545
>>Stay quiet and let her speak

>>4585545
>Stay quiet and let her speak

>>4585545
>Stay quiet and let her speak

>>4585545
>>Stay quiet and let her speak

>>4585545
>Stay quiet and let her speak

>>4585545
>Stay quiet and let her speak

Was Winslet-san upset you were quitting archery? Had she discovered that you had hired Judas? Without knowing what she wanted, you feel a profound sense of danger. But guessing at what this ‘important matter’ was was useless. Even if you guessed right, you would be in just as much trouble if you were wrong.

So you stay silent, waiting for Winslet-san to speak. To your heightened sense of time, the wait seemed like a painful eternity.

“There will be a … social visit tomorrow. A visit from members of the Ishii family. I presume you know who they are?”

“I do.” You nod. You had been tutored on all the noteworthy families at or above the Muramoto Family’s station in Noir. The Ishii Family. The founders of the recently formed Ishii Conglomerate. Although not the Conglomerate’s owners, they collectively owned enough of the shares to guide the Corporation’s actions to their whims. They were known for a refusal to centralize and consolidate their gains or develop original assets, always diversifying and merging and launching hostile takeovers of smaller corporations. But still, they were rapidly gaining wealth and influence in the corporate world, maintaining a momentum that the older, more bloated corporations could never match.

“If you’ve heard about the little spat the Muramoto Corporation has been involved in, then you should know that it has ended ...” Winslet-san continues, “To celebrate, the wife and children of the Ishii Branch Manager are taking a tour of the Manor grounds.”

It makes sense now. Such actions were standard after the end of a fight between corporations. After an agreement was formalized, the high society socializing began. A mutual celebration to reassure one another that there was no threat anymore. It marked the end of enmity and perhaps formed the foundation of future cooperation. In an age where the actions of entire corporations were decided by so few, powerful individuals, maintaining the cohesion of a high society consisting of such members was important.

As your governess, it was Winslet’s duty to prepare you for such an important social event. The question was, why had she waited until the day before to tell you?

“I see. And you called me to prepare me for this visit?” You ask.

“No Dear, I called to warn you to stay out of their sight.”

>Why is she denying you the chance to interact with your peers? That’s incredibly unfair.

>If Winslet-san thinks this is the best course of action, then you’ll trust her experience.

>You should have been notified of such an important event regardless

>Try to convince Winslet-san to let you attend (Social Combat)

>>4587015
>Why is she denying you the chance to interact with your peers? That’s incredibly unfair.
>Try to convince Winslet-san to let you attend (Social Combat)

>>4587015
>You should have been notified of such an important event regardless
I don't want to Social Combat a bunch of plutocrats.

>>4587015
>>Why is she denying you the chance to interact with your peers? That’s incredibly unfair.

>>4587015
>You should have been notified of such an important event regardless

Keep in mind, we are an illegitimate child of a powerful family. This is expected in such cases, and I'd rather not make a fool out of ourselves in front of our peers before we up our socal combat levels. You only get one first impression, and I'd prefer it to be as perfect to needs and want as possible.

Plus, we do need a positive relationship with Winslet, regardless of political machinations and maneuvering. It may open more door than we'd think.

>>4587015
>You should have been notified of such an important event regardless
wb noir!

>>4587015
>>You should have been notified of such an important event regardless

>>4587241
I woke the fuck up

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“Winslet-san, I’d prefer if you gave me advanced notice of such important events in my home happening. At least a week in advance would be ideal.”

“I will remember that for the future.” Winslet-san tells you. To your surprise, she sounds slightly apologetic. It seems she didn’t think it was necessary to have notified you earlier, but now that you had brought it up she was reevaluating that decision.

“P-please see that you do.” You say as much composure as you can.

“Still, you are right. it is appropriate for you to know of such things. This is expected in such cases. Besides, what if you were to encounter tomorrow’s guest by chance? You only meet someone for the first time once, and with peers of the same social status that first impression should be as perfect as possible.” Winslet-san continues with her uncharacteristic concern. Perhaps even though her relationship with you was cold, she did really care for you … or at least your plutocratic education.

“Thank you for your advice, Winslet-san.”

“There’s no need for undue gratitude, lady Kaguya.” Winslet says brusquely, “I’m simply doing my job as your governess.”

“Even so, I’m glad.”

>Gained Winslet-san’s regard

“There is another thing.” Winslet-san says, moving on, “You do know that your doctor is evaluating your health this week, I hope? Have you been keeping up with your physical exercise?”

>You’ve done more than enough to meet your physical fitness criteria (Gain 1 free physical reroll)

>You’ve been too busy with all your other classes and extracurriculars (Gain 1 free social reroll)

>>4588357
>>You’ve been too busy with all your other classes and extracurriculars (Gain 1 free social reroll)
cause we always fail here

>>4588357
>You’ve been too busy with all your other classes and extracurriculars (Gain 1 free social reroll)

I'll go with the social one, even though I think physical fitness is important, especially for a developing plutocrat.

>>4588357
>You’ve been too busy with all your other classes and extracurriculars (Gain 1 free social reroll)

>>4588357
>You’ve been too busy with all your other classes and extracurriculars (Gain 1 free social reroll)

>>4588357
>You’ve been too busy with all your other classes and extracurriculars (Gain 1 free social reroll)
We seem to do less physical rolls and they seem to be less important too. Though that might change soon.

“I … haven’t.” You admit. You had a strenuous regimen of daily exercises including stretches, aerobics, calisthenics, and weight lifting that ideally you might spend more than an hour on every day. In fact, the full set of exercises you would ideally do daily was so long you wouldn’t have time to finish your studies as well. In the end, you had chosen to prioritize your studies over your exercise.

Still, even if you weren’t doing as much exercise as was ideal, you were already much stronger and fitter than the average girl your age … not that you wouldn’t be even if you didn’t do any exercise at all.

Winslet-san tuts. “Lady Kaguya, the age you are at is when exercise will be the most productive. What you gain now you will never lose. Your adolescent development stage won’t last forever.”

“It was necessary to keep up with my studies.” You tell Winslet-san.

“I see. Well, from all reports, your Tutors seem to think you are doing above what was expected.” Winslet-san admits. She doesn’t seem that upset that you aren’t keeping up with your exercise. Maybe she thought it was less important than your education.

>Ask Winslet-san why you aren’t allowed to meet the guests

>Tell Winslet-san about your plans to quit archery

>Ask Winslet-san about other acceptable pursuits for a Plutocrat

>Bid Winslet-san a pleasant evening

>>4589300
>>Ask Winslet-san about other acceptable pursuits for a Plutocrat

>>4589300
>Ask Winslet-san about other acceptable pursuits for a Plutocrat

>>4589300
>Ask Winslet-san about other acceptable pursuits for a Plutocrat

>>4589300
>>Ask Winslet-san about other acceptable pursuits for a Plutocrat

>>4589300
>>Ask Winslet-san about other acceptable pursuits for a Plutocrat

>>4589300
>Ask Winslet-san about other acceptable pursuits for a Plutocrat

>>4589300
>Ask Winslet-san about other acceptable pursuits for a Plutocrat

“Winslet-san, suppose I had a question.” You tentatively begin.

“Well, we’ve dealt with everything important, so why not? Go on.” Winslet-san says.

“Lately I’ve been considering adopting more practical classes or extracurriculars. I’ve been wondering, what classes of that nature would suit a plutocrat my age.” You ask.

“I see. Well, pursuing practical skills is quite admirable.” Winslet-san muses, “But at the same time, it wouldn’t be very appropriate for you to take on learning ‘menial’ tasks so to speak. And it wouldn’t do for you to replace your day classes with them either. They would have to replace some extracurricular of yours ...”

“I see. So, what extracurriculars would be possible then?”

Winslet-san ponders your question for a while. “Well considering your position, there are a number of options. As a plutocrat, your life is always at some risk. So it would only be practical to learn some basic self-defense, survival skills, and some sense of operational independence. On the other hand, as a Plutocrat, if you study the right materials, your prospects as an employee of a corporation are promising. If that’s the career you’d like to pursue, I’d recommend taking extra courses on political science, economics, and business. However, even plutocrats who spend their lives idly often pursue academic careers. Engineering, bioengineering, and programming are all fields that attract many, as well as being desirable backgrounds for corporations that doesn’t necessarily embroil you in the politics at any given corporation. As a plutocrat, you have access to an education most regular people could only dream of, as well as the mental faculties for a much more intensive one. I’d suggest you take advantage of that.”

>Choose to take self-defense and survival extracurriculars

>Take politics and business classes

>Choose a science to become familiar with

>You don’t need more classes

>>4590310
>Choose a science to become familiar with
The less policicking, the better. And for self-defense we have our shooting classes.

>>4590310
>Choose a science to become familiar with
SCIENCE

>>4590310
>>Take politics and business classes

>>4590310
>Take politics and business classes

Literally our life and our family's work. It's not gonna go away if we ignore it.

>>4590406
Though self-defense, survival, and operational independence is very tempting.

>>4590310
>Choose to take self-defense and survival extracurriculars
Can't help it, I want to surprise judo throw a kidnapper or something

>>4590310
>>Take politics and business classes

>>4590310
> Self defense
With us gravitating towards gunplay, and failing in social rolls, doing action girl would suit our playstyle better. Besides, Kaguya is too Hopeful and honest to effectively carry on with the two faced backstabbing that is Plutocrat politics.

Science would be also great given that we have cyberware, we could have become a great netrunner. Remember: linear warriors exponential wizards.

>>4590310
changing vote to
>Choose to take self-defense and survival extracurriculars

>>4591658
>too honest and hopeful
>already racked up a hidden bodycount

I'd also like to point out that politicking is a natural part of life, and that it won't go away even if we weren't interested in it. It'll only mean a lack of options in our arsenal against political attacks, and I'd rather not give our enemies free reign on our reputation and relations, you feel me?

>>4590310
>>Choose a science to become familiar with

>>4590310
>>Take politics and business classes

“I think that taking classes on politics and business would be the best thing for me to do.” You tell Winslet-san.

“An excellent choice.” Winslet-san agrees, “I will organize your classes as soon as I am able.”

“Thank you, Winslet-san.”

“I’m glad you appreciate it, as you should. I’m just doing my job as your governess. There are bounds for how much gratitude is appropriate, Lady Kaguya.” Winslet-san scolds you lightly before leaving the call.

With that, your conversation with your cold governess is over. While you had been worried at first, in the end it had been a productive conversation. But you still have a whole night ahead of you.

>Study a subject (what?)

>Do some last-minute exercising. It won’t do you any good, but …

>You feel like buying another outfit …

>Other

>>4593654
>Study a subject: cyberspace and the Deep Web. Ways to debilitate peopel by cyberattacks.

>>4593677
Sure, why not.

>>4593654
>>You feel like buying another outfit …

>>4593677
+1

>>4593677
+1

>>4593677
support

>>4593677
+1, though I wouldn't mind exercising at the same time.

>>4593654
> Do some last-minute exercising. It won’t do you any good, but …

>>4593677
Do you *really* want Kaguya to shed her plausible deniability and have to bear the responsibility of the people she had killed?

You’ve just about finished your homework for tonight. But there are still things you want to study for yourself. Ever since meeting that Shadowrunner, you’ve had a growing interest in cyberwarfare. Not to mention that you’ve always known of the connection between cyberspace and Kentaro’s coma. Perhaps more knowledge on the topic of cyberspace would lend more insight on Kentaro’s situation as well …

A sickening burst. A man balloons, then explodes messily, spraying everything with black goo.

You shake your head. You didn’t know for sure what had happened to that man. It was just an online avatar after all. Best not to dwell on it, to just forget that had happened …
…

Cyberspace. That interconnected network of computers so ubiquitous with the modern day, spanning everywhere from massive mainframes lying at the heart of arcologies to tiny utility devices scattered across the city to the systems of cyberbrains themselves. Almost all modern technology was connected to it. Almost all modern technology required a connection to it. And so the web of interconnections formed between such devices created a digital landscape superimposed on the physical world everywhere you went. Of course, you were already familiar with what cyberspace was in theory. Your classes had covered the basics on what it was. Understanding what cyberspace was was integral to an understanding of how the modern world functioned. But that was it. The knowledge you had was just theory. Outside of shopping and one foray into its upper layers, you had no experience with it.

But you were limited by your hardware. You could only do so much with a cyberbrain equipped with only a rudimentary connection. It was barely more capable than the archaic handheld devices of the past. You simply didn’t have the bandwidth to access the parts of Cyberspace only reachable with full immersion. To do so, you would either have to upgrade your own cyberbrain or acquire a dataport, an external device capable of computing and rendering the shape of cyberspace down for you. But you’d have to make do with what you had for now. The information networks that existed for public use were a good place to start for any search for information.

You enter into the search engine. [Cyberwarfare].

Searching Prompt: Cyberwarfare
51,000,000 Hits Found
…
426 Results blocked. Please check your browser plans and terms of service.

Unfortunately, the only information you could find on the term was a general definition of it … Sprinkled between ads for a dozen different products with ‘cyberwarfare’ in their name. You try searching different or more specific iterations of the term but the result is always the same. You had expected this would be the result. To find any real information, you would have to search through a specialized database. But it wasn’t like you could just gain access to one.

But just as you’re growing bored of scrolling through search results, you receive another call.

“Hey, Kaguya? It’s me.”

“Hikaru-kun?”

>This is the distraction you’ve been waiting for. Talk to him for a while and entertain him.

>It sounds like something’s on his mind. Cut the chase and ask him what.

>Ask him if these calls are going to become a regular thing

>You’re busy, you don’t want to talk to him right now

>>4596026
I don't want Kaguya to kill people. I want her to find out what happened to Kentaro.

>>4596033
>This is the distraction you’ve been waiting for. Talk to him for a while and entertain him.

>>4596033
>This is the distraction you’ve been waiting for. Talk to him for a while and entertain him.
>>4596026
Yes.

>>4596033
>This is the distraction you’ve been waiting for. Talk to him for a while and entertain him.

>>4596033
>This is the distraction you’ve been waiting for. Talk to him for a while and entertain him.

>>4596033
>>This is the distraction you’ve been waiting for. Talk to him for a while and entertain him.

>>4596033
>This is the distraction you’ve been waiting for. Talk to him for a while and entertain him.

>>4596034
> I don't want Kaguya to kill people.
She already killed without her realizing it due to Chekov's Implant in her brain. I wonder what will happen to her poor innocent soul when she realizes what she has done. Sooner - or more probably later she will have to.

However she needs to learn cyberwarfare if only for defense, as Chekov's Implant makes her a target as well.

Also:
>>4596033
>This is the distraction you’ve been waiting for. Talk to him for a while and entertain him.

I don't want to break the pattern...

“Good Evening, Hikaru-kun.” You greet him pleasantly. The night had begun to stretch on a bit, but now Hikaru-kun had called. You had always enjoyed talking to him.

“Hey, Kaguya, you wouldn’t believe this shitfest of a day I had …”

Hikaru-kun jumps off onto a long tirade about his day at school. But despite everything he was talking about being unpleasant, he seemed to enjoy recounting them to you. Then again, this school drama seemed very petty to you. But despite that, it was all very interesting to hear. Hikaru’s dramatic retellings even make you giggle for real once or twice.

“Anyways, the frying teach I have for my chem unit assigns us an entire three pages of questions right after a quiz. Frying asshole!”

“Is that so?” You say. If you had chemistry class on a day, three pages of work wouldn’t be that much. Then again, you never got quizzes as they were unnecessary when being tutored personally.

“Yeah, got stuck on a bunch of questions.” Hikaru says, “They make no sense. Why is there so much math too? Math should stay in frying math ...”

“Hmm, perhaps I could take a look …” You offer.

“No offense Kaguya, but aren’t you a year under me?” Hikaru points out.

“Hmm? Do I look that young to you?” You nonchalantly say.

“Aw well, there’s no harm in it I guess.” Hikaru admits, before sending you a document labeled ‘Homework’. “The one’s I’m stuck on are 3, 7, and 11.

You quickly scan over the document. Hmm, you remember covering these topics … two years ago, you think?

>Show off and solve all of Hikaru’s questions for him

>Walk through the questions slowly with him

>Pretend they are hard for you too, but still try to help him solve them (Social Combat)

>Pretend you don’t know how to do them as to not bruise Hikaru’s pride

>>4597346
> Walk through the questions slowly
So we're only 3 years ahead of normal education? Pathetic, we need to apply ourselves. Winslet is right, our class load is way too low.

Also teach a man to fish...

>>4597346
>>Walk through the questions slowly with him

>>4597346
>Walk through the questions slowly with him

>>4597346
>>Pretend they are hard for you too, but still try to help him solve them (Social Combat)

>>4597346
>Walk through the questions slowly with him

>>4597346
>Pretend they are hard for you too, but still try to help him solve them (Social Combat)

Should be easy for a plutocrat to pull one over on this rube. I'm surprised we covered this only 2 years ago.

“Although it seems complicated, the question is simple once you break it down into more basic steps.” You diplomatically begin. That was a lie though, you had mentally solved the question about the second you had seen it.

“What are you, my chem teacher?” Hikaru snorts.

“The methods your teachers teach you work, don’t you know? They teach you those methods for a reason.” You persist.

“Yeah yeah,” Hikaru waves you off, “Anyways, do you know how to do the questions or not?”

“Well, I was thinking I’d walk you through it …”

“Do we frying have to?” Hikaru swore, “Damn, I should have realized you’d be like this …”

“Hmm? Like what?” You ask.

“Frying well-behaved!” Hikaru exclaims, “Let me guess, straight grades in school, never any missed classes, something like that?”

“That’s right.” You admit.

Hikaru sighs. “Well let’s get it over with then …”

Despite his earlier protests, Hikaru cooperates willingly enough in going over the questions with you. You suspect that his problem was one of motivation, not understanding.

“This doesn’t seem as difficult for you as you first made it out to be!” You cheerfully say.

“Well, having a nice girl help me through it really helps.” Hikaru says completely shamelessly. You can almost hear his winning smile over the voice call.

Oh well. You didn’t mind these kinds of calls so if Hikaru liked spending time with you then you wouldn’t object …

“By the way Kaguya …” Hikaru begins, “You seem pretty good at this chemistry stuff, like you’ve learned it all already? Are you in an accelerated course? What school do you go to?”

>You’re just good at chemistry you guess, haha ...

>Yeah, you could say you’re in an accelerated course (don’t elaborate further)

>Quickly look up a list of all-girls schools that don’t allow visitors and choose one

>You’re homeschooled

>You’re undergoing a plutocratic education

>>4598339
>Yeah, you could say you’re in an accelerated course (don’t elaborate further)

>>4598339
>Yeah, you could say you’re in an accelerated course (don’t elaborate further)

>>4598339
>You’re homeschooled

Might be misremembering but didn't we already tell him we were pretty close to plutocrat status? After our bodyguard stepped in to protect us from those other school boys?

>>4598339
> Homeschooled
So we don't have to explain why ee don't have clasdmatrs, friends and other things Hikaru takes for granted

>>4598339
>You’re homeschooled

>>4598339
>>You’re homeschooled
It's the truth

“I’m homeschooled.” You explain.

“That makes sense.” Hikaru says, “You don’t act a lot like other gir-chicks your age I know.”

“Hmm? And how do girls my age normally act?” You ask.

“They’re a lot more stuck up.” Hikaru says, “Half the time, their heads are up in the net. All they care about is fashion and gossip. Real plas-ass bitches.”

“Maybe your view of girls your age is just skewed.” You suggest.

“Maybe.” Hikaru admits, “But still, you’re different from them. You dress differently. You don’t care about brands. You’re … nicer.”

“I’m glad you think that, Hikaru-kun …”

Over the course of your conversation with him, you find yourself opening up a little to him. For some reason, Hikaru’s presence doesn’t put you on guard. It makes you relax a little …

>Tell Hikaru something about yourself (what?)

>Ask Hikaru a question (what?)

>Other conversation

>>4599690
>Other conversation

If this is what we do in our spare time, no wonder we're only two years ahead educationally.

>>4599690
>Other conversation

>>4599690
>Tell Hikaru something about yourself (what?)

We totally do care about fashion and brands. We carefully select our clothes whenever we go out.

>>4600006
*Three. Hikaru seems to be 1 year older than Kaguya.
And give OP a break. He wants to provide a background thread by creating this love thread, so that we might have an escape from a grim dark future and the whodunnit.

next time our "mother" tries to hide in our room are we going to tell lady Muramoto about it (and maybe confess about lying to her earlier)

>>4599690
>Other conversation
idk what this means

>>4599690
>Other conversation
Hopefully OP didn't mean this as a write-in prompt, because I have no ideas kek

>>4599690
In the grim dark present of 2021 anons have no idea on how to handle a light love scene, but have detailed spreadsheets on how to minmax poor Kaguya with all the possible team buildouts.

“But I’m curious. Are all the girls you know that obsessed with fashion? Doesn’t everyone care about how they look?” You ask.

“Well it’s not that. It’s the crazy brand loyalty.” Hikaru explains, “Some Plas-Ass Queen lays down the law on what brands chicks are and aren’t allowed to wear. Ostracizes anyone who doesn’t try to look like the other girls. Then, some pop star or Eceleb decides to endorse another brand and everyone decides to do a brand change. Frying hive mind, join or else, you get me? I’ve heard stories about chicks who’ve gotten their heads stuffed in toilets for wearing the wrong hair style on certain days.

“Doesn’t your school have a uniform?” You ask.

“Casual weeks were the first thing the new school council instituted to gain popularity.” Hikaru laughs, “What can I say? It worked.”

“That’s quite unfortunate.” You say. It was a bit disappointing, hearing about how a place you wished to see was so bad …

You and Hikaru chat a bit more, although never about any serious or personal topics. All in all, it is a pleasant evening. But towards the end, Hikaru starts getting nervous as if drawing up the courage to say something embarrassing.

“Hey, Kaguya, you know what? The other day, I got some tickets for the Northern Hillside Terrace Annual Festival. I, uh, was wondering … do you want to come with me?”

>Sure, I’d love to!
>Hmm, maybe. It sounds fun ... (Play coy)

>I don’t know if I’ll be able to.

>Who else is coming?

>Other

>>4599690
ask him what normal kids do for fun

>>4601132
makes sense. anons and kaguya live sheltered lives and are introverted

>>4601547
>>Hmm, maybe. It sounds fun ... (Play coy)

>>4601132
Despite attempts backed by significant capital, corporations have yet to create flirting/dating machine-learning programs aren't shit.

>>4601547
>Hmm, maybe. It sounds fun ... (Play coy)

>>4601547
>Hmm, maybe. It sounds fun ... (Play coy)

>>4600555
>>4601132
You confuse yourself, good sir. I don't blame the OP for our decisions, but I do find it amusing how you try to project onto others.

Plus, Kaguya could do better.

>>4601548
My, my, do you have eye implants from all this projecting? :^)

>>4601547
>Hmm, maybe. It sounds fun ... (Play coy)

>>4601547
> Hmm, maybe. It sounds fun ... (Play coy)
From here I'm hearing the screams of our Governess scolding us on how dare we waste our time on a baseline boy, and meeting real

>>4601548
> Kaguya is introverted
I don't think so. Someone explicitly trained and engineered for success must be extroverted in order to successfully network with people in the right places, and be motivated to maintain and expand their social networks.

>>4601806
> Kaguya could do better.
I agree. She definitely could apply herself.

> Projecting
I just felt that the group is so focused on the main objectives that we can't indulge in a light secondary scene anymore. OP's trying his best to guide us in deeper in his world, and we react by stepping back until Kaguya's back in business.

“Hmm, maybe. It sounds fun.” You say as in noncommittal a voice as possible.

“What do you mean?” Hikaru demands, “Will you be there are not?”

“Well, I can’t say for sure. I’d have to ask my governess … and check my schedule.” You coyly reply.

“Fry off, how busy can you be?” Hikaru huffs, “Well, try to make it if you can, alright? Anyways, goodnight and thanks for your help.”

You smile. “You’re welcome. Goodnight.”

The call ends, fading into silence. But even after it ends, you feel the swell of lingering excitement in your chest. You had something to look forwards to! You can’t help but feel glad you met Hikaru. But it stretched beyond the promise of companionship with a peer. From a pragmatic perspective, it was a good thing to have a contact in a level of social strata you didn’t otherwise have direct access to. As the son of a high-ranking corporate executive, Hikaru had access to resources that you might be able to borrow in the future. Resources independent of the Muramoto Corporation. Besides that, he was a guide to the Blank culture that you had been cut off from. If you ever became more involved in the social activity of your peers, surely he would be useful?

But even more than that, you were experiencing the life of a normal kid your age vicariously through Hikaru. Of course, the stories he told of girls your age sounded pretty horrible, but maybe he was just biased. Groups always looked monolithic when viewed from one outside perspective. The girls you had seen in that diner Kyune had taken to you had seemed peaceful enough, right?

>Come to think of it, Kyune went to a private school didn’t she? You could just ask her.

>You have more urgent things to be doing … like shopping in preparation for your next little excursion

>You can confirm things for yourself. Visit a few social media platforms popular with girls your age.

>You’re tired, it’s time to sleep.

>>4603197
>Come to think of it, Kyune went to a private school didn’t she? You could just ask her.

>>4603197
>Come to think of it, Kyune went to a private school didn’t she? You could just ask her.
>You’re tired, it’s time to sleep.

It is late at night, so we shouldn't wake Kyune up for a simple question.

>>4603197
>You can confirm things for yourself. Visit a few social media platforms popular with girls your age.

haha
also because this shouldn't take too long

>You have more urgent things to be doing … like shopping in preparation for your next little excursion

>>4603197
>>You can confirm things for yourself. Visit a few social media platforms popular with girls your age.

>>4603197
>You can confirm things for yourself. Visit a few social media platforms popular with girls your age.
>You’re tired, it’s time to sleep.

>>4603197
>>You have more urgent things to be doing … like shopping in preparation for your next little excursion
>>You can confirm things for yourself. Visit a few social media platforms popular with girls your age.

I intended to update yesterday, then fell asleep. I have no excuse.

Well, you can always confirm things for yourself. You open up a net directory find a list of the top most visited sites, then select for only the social media ones. Then, you select for age.

The first website you find is named PFPDF. PFPDF hmm, was that a portmanteau of profile picture and pdf? You have to say, that name’s pretty uninspired. The site itself has a plain and nonintuitive format. Scrolling through it, many of the posters you see are quite a bit older than you. You search for the accounts of people your age, but in the end it seems that there are only so many teenagers there because many jobs require an account on the site for communication.

The second website you find is named AsiaBlog. It advertises itself as an ‘Platform friendly for the asian megacity diaspora’. But the site you find is ugly and ad-ridden. There were ads for everything, from cheap street brands to valuables buyers to even ads to follow popular users. Was this a social media platform or an ad platform? Doing some research, you find out that many Blank-oriented social media sites did not offer services in more destitute areas of most cities out of concern for polluting their feeds with pictures and stories of people in desperate and poverty-stricken lives. Like everything in the modern world, even the net was white-gated. Sites like this rose as an alternative for Blues unable to access the big sites that corporations publicly backed.

But the third site you find is the most useful. Named Lifedate, it’s an intuitively designed site with a sleek, nested format that was easy on the eyes. There was a variety of pictures, videos, stories, and short messages, all formatted to fit seamlessly with the design. However, after scrolling for a while, the site asks you for a subscription to continue seeing more posts. It’s only 15 sincreds per month so you don’t even think twice about paying for it. But as soon as you do, a host of new features open up for you. A chatting function, more browsing categories, as well as a … NSFW category? You’ll just ignore that.

>Try making an account and posting some interesting things to introduce yourself

>Try finding the accounts of some people you know

>There’s an interesting link to a site named ‘Hazard/u/.’

>Just continue browsing, then go to sleep

>>4606028
>Just continue browsing, then go to sleep

>>4606028
>>Try finding the accounts of some people you know

>>4606028
>Try finding the accounts of some people you know

If we find Hikaru, we can go through his friends list for direct examples of these other girls our age.

>>4606028
>Just continue browsing, then go to sleep
I am shitscared qm is going to hit us with a sleep deprivation dice penalty out of nowhere

>>4606028
>Just continue browsing, then go to sleep

Though Hazard/u/ sounds intriguing.

>>4606028
>Try finding the accounts of some people you know


>>4606530
> sleep deprivation dice penalty
Plutocrats are engineered for maximum efficiency, this means that they should be capable of continued concentration for 12-16 hours a day, and go by with 4 hours of sleep at full function.

>>4606028
>>Try finding the accounts of some people you know

>>4606665
They're also high-maintenance and delicate, IIRC.
If Kaguya embarrasses herself tomorrow, I blame all of you irresponsible fucks.
>posted at 5 am

>>4606028
>Just continue browsing, then go to sleep

>>4606797
> posted at 5 am
Who, which timezone, and are you up early, or up late? (Im in CEST, posted at 1000 local)

>>4606028
>>Try finding the accounts of some people you know

>>4606811
>which timezone
Nice try, FBI.
>are you up early, or up late
I was up late.

>>4606665
>>4606797
Plutocrats are built for non-stop work if necessary ... or partying. Their bodies are built to filter out far worse toxins than the ones that result from sleeplessness. And if their sleep schedule is not in sync with their circadian rhythm, they can adjust the sleep schedule accordingly to still get the benefits of a full night's rest. It's not sustainable, but it's far better than in humans.

The first thing you do is try to find Hikaru’s account. After scrolling through several pages of accounts with the name Hikaru, you come across one you are pretty sure is his. It mostly consists of motorcycle news, new models out on the market, race results, endorsements by popular celebrities. It’s pretty clear what his interests are.

You start searching through his friend list. It consists mostly of boys just like him, some older, none younger. The one thing in common with them is that they seem to be devoted to pretending to be unbehaved delinquents in their speech even if you can instantly tell from what kind of families they come from by looking at any of their posted pictures. That, and a love of motorcycles, especially fast ones.

There’s only one girl on the friends list. A slight, short-haired girl named Yawara. Looking over her account, it seems relatively casual. Cute images, jokes, funny videos. You notice a lot of screenshots from some kind of online game. It seems nothing like the descriptions of how Blank girls behaved that Hikaru had given. Holes were already forming in his information.

Hmm. you wonder what her relation to Hikaru is …

But just then, browsing through Hikaru’s post, you see an interesting post.

Guys, I got a Photo of the elusive Blue Rider that’s been seen around our turf.

And below that post was … was that a photo of Kyune’s bike? Just what did Kyune do in Slopetown?

The post has quite the number of replies.

Nice! The Senior Years have been trying to pin her down and force a confrontation.

Is that a Muramoto Hornet? How does a high schooler get their hands on such a high-end ‘cycle?

Gets even more badass, see the customizations? Bet it breaks 250 kilos without even trying … How do we know she’s a High Schooler?

Why would a real ganger be frying around in Slopetown? Too much security to steal anything. ‘Sides, the Senior Years have seen her face to face ...

It seems Kyune is quite infamous. How she manages to have so much freedom without getting in trouble is beyond you …
…

You think you’re finished with browsing for today. You decide to go to sleep. But just when you’re about to close everything, a new message appears.

I see you’ve returned to Cyberspace. I still await you.
- Anonymous

>Reply back, ask who they are

>Delete the message and forget about it

>Contact someone you know for help (Who)

>It’s time to contact security

>>4608115
>Reply back, ask who they are

Time to internet stalk Kyune

>>4608115
>>It’s time to contact security

>>4608115
>>Reply back, ask who they are

>>4608115
>Reply back, ask who they are

Eh, no harm in indulging our curiosity a bit. We should take on some extra lessons from our Cyberspace engineers and security personnel, when we find the time.

>>4608115
>Reply back, ask who they are
Maybe we won't accidentally brainfry someone this time

>>4608115
> Reply back, ask who they are.

Who are you? You type back.

Silence. Your screen is still for a few minutes. And then …

It wasn’t ICE ...

Wasn’t ICE? Intrusion Counter Measures? Were they talking about … about …

“͎I̘̰̜̦̪̬ ̦… ̱I̯̝̖͉̬̥̖ ̱̭̥͈̟̘…”̫ͅ The man implores you with outstretched hands. “h͈̪͞e̜̣̻͈ͅl͘p̧ ̩̥̻̰̻͔ͅ.̹̳̣..̧ ͖͉͉̥h̦͙̺̞͘e̵l̢̜̜̫̫̼̟p̞̠̖͘ … h͚̘̮̹̗̕e̢̡̟̣͕̥͈̝̻͞ͅĺ̝̪̥͍͝ - RmF0YWwgc3lzdGVtIGVycm9yIA==”

No, you didn’t know for sure what happened to him. It wasn’t your fault! … Or was it?

And how did whoever was on the other side of the screen know what had happened? He had said he was at the same place you had gone. If he knew what had happened, he might know more about what had happened to that man.

Do you know what happened? You message him.

… Silence.

>You have to find out what happened. Go and use Kentaro’s dataport tonight.

>No, you need more preparations first. You don’t want to go in blind again.

>No, you’re not going back again. What if something like last time happens? (+1 Guilt)

>>4609292
>No, you need more preparations first. You don’t want to go in blind again.

I was in the sleep-now crowd, so it would be disingenuous to change my vote now, though you do make the Cyber adventure very tempting.

>>4609292
>You have to find out what happened. Go and use Kentaro’s dataport tonight.

>>4609292
> Use Kentaro's dataport.
We're unprepared, but for now I can't see a path to learn cyber warfare. Freedom first.

>>4609292
>>No, you need more preparations first. You don’t want to go in blind again.

>>4609292
>No, you need more preparations first. You don’t want to go in blind again.

We Lain now

>>4609292
>No, you need more preparations first. You don’t want to go in blind again.
Not being clocked as a corpkid by literally everyone when we go on the net would be nice.

>>4609292
>No, you need more preparations first. You don’t want to go in blind again.
This is why I voted to study cyberwarfare guys.

>>4609292
>No, you need more preparations first. You don’t want to go in blind again.

For a brief second, you feel an urge to immediately head back to Kentaro’s room and use his dataport again. But just as quickly, you dismiss the idea as foolish. Last time, you had gone in blind and so many things had happened because you hadn’t been prepared. For one, you’d need an avatar that wasn’t immediately identifiable as belonging to a corporate-affiliated user. There were places near the surface of the cybernet where you could commission an avatar. But even places that deep in required a dataport to get to.

As of now, you were helpless with topics relating to the cybernet. A whole portion of the modern world was inaccessible to you. And because of that, the list of preparations you’d need to make before diving in again was extensive. For one, you’d need a dataport of your own. Then, more information on the place you intended to visit. But somehow, you suspect that you won’t be able to find any information on that location in the cybernet through any licit means. In that case, a guide that was only familiar with the most civilian levels of Cyberspace would have to do. Perhaps Hikaru knew his away around. Alternatively, you could hire someone to teach you. They would probably be more familiar with the deeper levels of the cybernet.

You could have a friend acquaint you with the upper levels of cyberspace, but then you would have to explore the deeper levels yourself and with your own resources. Or you could get an experienced professional, but then there’s no telling what ulterior motives they’d have. Of course, there was a third option, grab a dataport and simply do everything yourself.

>You’ll find the help of a friend

>You’ll seek the expertise of a professional

>You’ll order a dataport and do everything yourself

>>4611111
>You’ll seek the expertise of a professional

If only to get more quality information on the inner workings of Cyberspace.

>>4611111
Also, blessed trip there Noir.

>>4611111
>You’ll seek the expertise of a professional

>>4611111
>You’ll find the help of a friend

>>4611111
>You’ll seek the expertise of a professional

>>4611111
> Hire a professional
I think we can afford to pay enough to minimize ulterior motives.

>>4611111
>You’ll seek the expertise of a professional

rich people!

also checked

>>4611111
>>You’ll find the help of a friend
checked

>>4611111
>>You’ll seek the expertise of a professional

>>4611175
>>4611797
>>4613143
Frag, I didn't even notice.

In the end, you decide that what you can pay is probably more than enough to buy as much discretion as you need. In that case, it would be much more beneficial to have the help of a professional. The next time you went back into cyberspace, you wouldn’t be alone. You smile to yourself. It was nice being rich ...
…

Urban Noir

You’ve gone by many names in your career, many fake, some honest. But the one you were currently known professionally as was Judas ‘The Baku’. It was a well known name among circles where the name of a Nightrunner would be known. Not famous, not on the level of urban legends like some of your compatriots. But it carried enough weight that you could dictate your own terms of employment and for a professional Nightrunner, that was all the infamy needed.

But what was a Nightrunner? While the corporate Enforcers were like the feudal Samurai of old, Nightrunners were much closer to Shinobi. The name conjured up images of mercenary assassins, stalkers of the darkness. But while Judas was an expert of wetwork compared to most corporate Enforcers, just like their predecessors of old, the role of a Nightrunner had much more to do with espionage than anything else. And in the modern day, almost all information was on the net.

Your most recent job was from a Plutocrat scion. Barely taller than your waist and already she had a formidable aura about her. Unrealized perhaps. But you’d bet money on her being someone who would be hiring you for bigger jobs in the future. If that was the case, you might as well begin building a strong professional relationship now.

The job itself was simple. You were investigating the mysterious coma of some Enforcer. Your client’s favorite retainer, perhaps? You already had several competing theories on what had happened. Sabotage from a rival faction, perhaps? Or some off-the-books work coming back to bite him in the ass. Whatever it was, it wasn’t an accident. Nothing that was pure happenstance would put down someone with as much health insurance as a valued employee of the Muramoto Corporation.

Where to begin was obvious: The corporate records of this Enforcer. But getting them had proved harder than you thought. Instead of being kept on the central database which you had access to, they had been moved … elsewhere. Somewhere you didn’t have the permissions to access. Which left you two options: Con your way in, or hack your way in.

>Con your way in

>Hack your way in

There was also the question of which platform you would use to do so.

>From your corporate-provided workstation. It wasn’t direct access to the mainframe, but it’s still access.

>From your private ‘battlestation’. It was powerful, but without system authentication you’d have to force your way in.

>You’ll rent out a motel room. The gear will be rudimentary, but untraceable.

>You’ll just wire yourself to the internal archive directly.

>>4613751
> Hack your way in
> You’ll rent out a motel room. The gear will be rudimentary, but untraceable.
Hacking isn't about CPU power, but leaving no trace.

>>4613751
>Hack your way in
>You’ll rent out a motel room. The gear will be rudimentary, but untraceable.

>>4613751
>Hack your way in

>You’ll rent out a motel room. The gear will be rudimentary, but untraceable.

>>4613751
>Hack your way in
>You’ll rent out a motel room. The gear will be rudimentary, but untraceable.

>>4613751
>>Hack your
>From your private ‘battlestation’. It was powerful, but without system authentication you’d have to force your way in.
way in

>>4613751
>> Hack your way in
>> You’ll rent out a motel room. The gear will be rudimentary, but untraceable.

>>4613751
>Hack your way in
>You’ll rent out a motel room. The gear will be rudimentary, but untraceable.

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Your car pulls up next to a low-rise motel that hugged the walls of a much larger arcology. It’s walls were stained black and metallic green from the corrosive vapors that rose from the nearby canal. A dim neon sign blinked on and off above the door. Ocean Motel. Under the name, neon waves slowly crashed into a glass shore than had long been cracked open.

The lobby was empty and badly maintained. There were chunks of broken concrete strewn around from a firefight that had taken place so recently your olfactory sensors could still pick up traces of gunpowder in the air. In some places, the nylon carpet looked like it had melted from the chemical-laden air.

It was a pretty typical lobby for a Canalside motel.

You wave your SINcard in front of the machine that stood for a lobbyist. With a beep of acknowledgement as well as a worrying shudder, several LED lights indicated which rooms were available.

Your room wasn’t in much better shape than the lobby. The light refused to turn on and the air was barely less stale even after passing through the building’s filters but at least there were no bullet holes. But truthfully, you didn’t care at all about the state of the room.

You scan the room for thermal signatures. The warmest wall was always the electrical wall. As soon as you locate it, you tear a hole in it. Then, you set down the suitcase you had been carrying. With a push of a button, it unfolds into a dataport. You hotwire it to the net cable, connecting it to the building’s network. Then, you sit down in a meditative position. You steady your breath for the deep dive. Then, you jack in.

As soon as the spike hits the back of your skull, your consciousness is free on the local network, exploring the motel’s system. The motel’s local cyberspace is very simple and you’ve fully mapped it out within seconds. What rudimentary security AI’s exist on the network are commandeered by your subroutines before you even notice. You had chosen this motel for a reason and you find what you’re looking for almost instantly. Being right against the walls of a mid-sized arcology, there would already have been a dozen independent jury-rigged connections between the ramshackle building and the arcology proper. They were commonly set up by gangs and organized crime outfits to siphon off electricity, water, and net access from the residents of the arcology who would pay for their expenses in their monthly rent. You wouldn’t have to set them up yourself, you’d just borrow the ones that already existed. But you weren’t just stealing net access.

You release a virus onto the Arcology’s network. It immediately starts propagating itself in the computer devices connected to the self-contained building’s local network, avoiding anything sophisticated enough to actually detect it. When it’s finished it’s work, you’ll have an entirely new proxy network from which to anonymously and untraceably hack into the Muramoto Corporation’s servers and archives. It would be hidden in the refrigerators and air conditioners of thousands of regular residents. Even if you’re caught red-handed and have to burn out some segments of your network, the most noticeable thing that will happen is a few household appliances malfunctioning.

It was an instant proxy network. But it would still take a few hours to finish itself. Your order some pizza in the meantime …
…

Hacking Check
>Roll 3 1d20’s. You will need 2 Successes.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>4615061

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>4615061

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>4615061

well shit

I'm going to choose to view this as there being strong security

>>4615121
Still better than if he attempted to do social engineering. This way, Kaguya probably doesn't need to deal with the backlash (of having hired a Netrunner against her home Corporation)

Kentaro coma4life

>>4615065
>>4615066
>>4615080
>foolish merc instantly BTFO by honorable Muramoto corporation

An hour passes and your proxy finishes forming itself. You connect yourself to it again and rapidly construct a virtual ‘ghost’ within it. It wasn’t anything like a net avatar. It was formless, barely more than a collection of tools around a central personality core. And it was less ‘you’ than simply a construct piloted by you. But it could slide into sections of cyberspace not equipped to host a full avatar so it was more ideal for this kind of operation. With a thought, you send it/yourself into action, diving out of the Arcology’s local network and into the gestalt noosphere. The Ghost/Yourself swims through cyberspace towards the location of the Muramoto Headquarters.

The city headquarters of a megacorporation were always heavily guarded, whether in realspace or cyberspace. But you weren’t expecting to find no gaps at all in any of the major dataports. The dataports where the building’s mainframe connected to wider cyberspace were crawling with guard AI’s. Each dataport was defended personally by a single Netrunner. Competent netrunners up to the standards of inter-corporate warfare were rare. Even for a megacorporation, it was a significant expenditure of resources.

Well that was fine. There were other ways to access the headquarter’s mainframe. You knew for a fact that the Corporation outsourced a significant amount of it’s day-to-day computing to outside parties. Those locations would need connections to the Headquarter’s system. And it would be impossible to guard all of those connections as heavily.

>Attempt to hack in through a more roundabout route (Rewards for success decreased)

>Hack in through an outsourced server you already have permissions on (Easier roll, hack is no longer untraceable)

>Try to find a crack in their front door again (Same difficulty, increased consequences for failure)

>>4615274
You guys are so pessimistic, it was only a complete lack of success, not a critical failure.

>>4616214
>Attempt to hack in through a more roundabout route (Rewards for success decreased)

>>4616214
>Hack in through an outsourced server you already have permissions on (Easier roll, hack is no longer untraceable)

Might as well.

>>4616215
14.25%, and you only need one to fail. Of course, I see it as a 14.25% chance to Crit Success.

>>4616214
>Attempt to hack in through a more roundabout route (Rewards for success decreased)

Our rolls have honestly always been bad in this quest

>>4616214
>>Attempt to hack in through a more roundabout route (Rewards for success decreased)

>>4616214
>>Attempt to hack in through a more roundabout route (Rewards for success decreased)

>>4616214
>>Try to find a crack in their front door again (Same difficulty, increased consequences for failure)

There was a risk to gaining access through the external servers. Even if they provided access to the Headquarters system, there would be barriers of privileges that would limit your overall access to the Headquarter’s internal mainframe. But going through the front door was too dangerous. You weren’t going to take that much risk for just a side job.

>Roll 3 1d20’s. 1 Success required.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>4617632
14.25% of a Crit Success!

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>4617632
Aw shit here we go again

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>4617632

>>4617683
>>4617658
we hit that 14.25 percent baby

The next target of your ghost is located two miles away, in a nondescript mid-rise just off a new development area. It was owned by a microcorporation with an inconsequential name that ran a business of loaning servers to outside parties. Their security was also woefully inadequate. Their Guard AI’s were two or three generations behind standard. Within seconds of entering their system, you’ve completely subverted it without alerting anyone.

They’re not what you’re here for, but you quickly through the Muramoto files anyways. It was nothing important. Just employee birthdates, planned raises and bonuses, vacation day timetables. And all of Tier 10 and below employees. Desk jockeys barely above janitors. But that didn’t matter for your purposes.

You quickly extract the network permissions from the building’s database, then use it to pass through the building’s connection to the Muramoto Corporation. And just like that, you’re in the Corporation’s system.

The security here is much tighter. You have to deactivate many of your automatic defenses out of caution for them triggering something. Every move here you have to plot out carefully, as if running on a razor’s edge.

But somehow, you manage to thread through roving Guard AI’s, Firewalls, and classified archives to your goal: The Internal Employee Register. Even then, it’s organized into several tiers of classification. If you use a global search with your limited authentication, that would ring all kinds of alarms. So you have to progress section by section, department by department until you find it. Every time you ascend to a level that requires higher authentication, your heart races and you can almost feel the archive’s ICE targeting your ghost and preparing to blast it to psyche-deadness with a single forceful injection of malignant code.

And then, you find it. The complete employee files of Seido Kentaro. Except, they’re not really complete. There are no mission logs past a certain date. Which just leaves outdated mission logs, a notice of transfer from the Corporation to the Household. And a record of financial transactions from his bank account. Scanning over his financial accounts, there were some very interesting transactions to some very shady accounts …

You had what you came for. It was time to leave. You carefully erase any trace of you ever being in the system before extracting the Ghost.

But as soon as your consciousness returns to your body, you’re hit by a vicious cyberattack.

Strangely enough though, it’s sloppy and amateurish. Nothing like what you would expect from the Muramoto Corporation.

>Just repel the attack

>Counterhack and immobilize your attacker

>Deploy your ICE and frag them

>>4619761
>Counterhack and immobilize your attacker
Probably some dumb kid thinking he's hot shit.

>>4619855
^ this. Support. Killing the script kiddie would just raise heat and we don't want that.

>>4619761
>Just repel the attack

no need to bother with more if >>4619855
is the case

>>4619761
>>Counterhack and immobilize your attacker

>>4619761
>>Counterhack and immobilize your attacker

>>4619761
>Just repel the attack

>>4619761
>Counterhack and immobilize your attacker

>>4619761
>>Counterhack and immobilize your attacker

You repel the attack with a single thought, before tracking where the attack had come from. He was three floors up and two rooms to the left, crouching in the corner. You send your own probe slamming down on your attacker, forcibly freezing his cybernetics. Less than a second has passed. You haven’t even finished opening your eyes.

In your room were three of colorfully-dressed punks. Two of them had drawn pistols and a third had a microauto. All three were nervously pointing them at you.

“W-what are you doing here!” The one with the microauto demanded, “And why were you using up all our network bandwidth?”

Ah, you get it. You’d accidentally encroached on the territory of some petty street gang. Well, you’d known ahead of time that this joint would have been the turf of some gang or another. You just hadn’t really cared.

>”Go home to your mothers.” (Intimidate them)

>”I was just passing through.” (Try to leave peacefully.)

>Immobilize them with a ECM burst and leave

>They’ve already drawn weapons so draw your gun first

>You should find out out if they work for anyone

>>4621056
Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to.
>Immobilize them with a ECM burst and leave

>>4621060
+1

>>4621056
>>”Go home to your mothers.” (Intimidate them)

>>4621056
>”Go home to your mothers.” (Intimidate them)

Can someone give me a recap of stuff up from the maids interaction nat1 to now? Irl stuff so i didnt have time to catch up.

>>4621056
>>Immobilize them with a ECM burst and leave

>>4621056
>Immobilize them with a ECM burst and leave

>>4621249
Which maid interaction? We've had multiple at this point, you going to have to be specific here.

>>4621056

>>4621060
+1

You don’t bother saying anything. Instead, you simply transmit a burst from your ECM suite, overwhelming their systems with signals. The apparent leader of the gang and the punk holding the microauto seize up and collapse to the floor. The third one however, glances panicked at his two friends collapsing over. But he himself is unharmed.

Surprised, you send a mental probe at the punk. But it skids harmlessly off the mental defenses of network-deadness. He must have manually deactivated all his connections to the net before confronting you.

Smart kid. You’re almost impressed.

The Punk clumsily aims and fires his pistol at you.

>Roll 3 1d20’s. Degree of success varies.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>4622426

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>4622426

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>4622426

Rolled 15 (1d20)

Rolling for Punk

>>4623817
fucking lol

>+2 Judas is far more experienced
>+2 Judas has far higher quality cybernetics

>2 Successes

The Kid had a head start, but you were faster. You thrust your palm forwards and a plate on the underside of your arm peels away. There’s a faint hiss and a click as a small, spring-loaded shuriken flies from your palm. It’s monomolecular edge slices cleanly through the center of the Punk’s neck, neatly severing his spinal cord and embedding itself in the far wall. The Punk’s shot goes wild, discharging harmlessly into the ceiling as he collapses to the floor.

Hsd he been as augmented as any Merc or Corporate Muscle should be, a mere severed spinal cord would have been far from lethal. But he was only a street kid that had managed to get his hands on some firepower.

“Should have stayed home with your mothers.” You say regretfully to the two other punks. Even after you had killed their friend in front of them, they were still helpless, paralyzed on the floor.

>You shouldn’t leave any witnesses

>A warning will have to suffice

>>4623849
>A warning will have to suffice

>>4623849
> No witnesses
Nothing more cyberpunk than a corpo killing with cold blood, grabbing his coat, walking out in the rain, then going to a bar having a whiskey.

>>4623849
>no witnesses

>>4623849
>You shouldn’t leave any witnesses

We're a professional.

>>4623849
>You shouldn’t leave any witnesses

>>4623849
>>You shouldn’t leave any witnesses

>>4623849
>You shouldn’t leave any witnesses
Damn

You feel sorry for the two punks at your feet. But at the same time, you couldn’t leave any loose ends. They had just been at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Bang! The Punk Leader’s head splits open like a watermelon. The high-powered pistol you kept in your jacket was designed to penetrate the titanium-reinforced skeletons of augmented humans anywhere in it’s effective range. It was a messy death, but he wouldn’t have felt a thing.

His friend stares at you with fear in his eyes. His lip twitches a little as some signals get through your paralysis. He was trying to speak, but no sound came out.

“Sorry kid, but the outlaw life doesn’t work out for everyone.” You apologize genuinely. “Nothin’ personal.”

Another Bang. The Punk joins his friend.

You sigh and holster your gun. Then, you transmit a killcode to the last punk three storeys up.

A killcount of three. On a mission you thought would have one of zero. Well, it just went to show that nothing could be expected in this line of work except violence …

>Leave the bodies. They’ll get a funeral, at least.

>Hide the bodies. They’ll just have ‘disappeared’ one day.

>>4626795
>>Hide the bodies. They’ll just have ‘disappeared’ one day.

>>4626795
>Hide the bodies. They’ll just have ‘disappeared’ one day.

Professional.

>>4626795
>Hide the bodies. They’ll just have ‘disappeared’ one day.

>>4626795
>Hide the bodies. They’ll just have ‘disappeared’ one day.

>>4626795
>Hide the bodies. They’ll just have ‘disappeared’ one day

But your work wasn’t done. You still had to dispose of the bodies. It was grisly work.

Fortunately, it was late and you wouldn’t have to wait for the cover of nightfall. You go back to your car to grab a few watertight bodybags. A few minutes later, you’re finished packing away the remains, as well as any evidence. You quickly hack into the Motel’s security system one final time to erase any trace of your presence. You’re lucky the motel’s almost empty. And even if anyone in this neighbourhood caught sight of you hauling full bodybags, they likely wouldn’t question it.

You’d encase their feet in blocks of concrete and drop them into Noir’s harbor, right in front of where the industrial sewage pipes discharged. If they ever made it back to the surface, any recognizable features would be eaten away by the acidic water.

Every week in Noir produced dozens of bodies just like that.

As soon as you’ve finished packing the bodies into your trunk, you’re hit with a wave of extreme weariness. Today had been a long day.

You pull up to the nearest bar you see and walk up to the counter.

In the background, a slow blues song softly plays.

One more kiss, dear, one more sigh … Only this dear, is goodbye …

"Yeah, what do you want?” The Bartender asks you dispassionately.

“Tsing Tao …” You reply just as dispassionately, pulling out your SINcard.

Until tomorrow, goodbye

End of Thread

Aand that's the end of this thread. New thread sometime next week I promise.

>>4628180
ice cold

>>4628183
Thanks for running!

>>4628183
Thank you for running.