Hmm?
You are startled from your rest when you suddenly fall backwards, through a suddenly widening linkage. Panic grips you as you fall backwards, away from the world and into the... other one.
It's-
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Abruptly you realize that you don't remember what you are. Or what just happened, really. It's like you were resting one moment, and here the next. You're not sure what "here" is either, but you can smell some other objects. They smell like you.
And you can
see...
The AlphaALPHA is an object, a creature... a... human?
Hmm. A Human is an organism comprised of physical... no, made of many individual... muscle and bone, pumping blood, nervous electrical system... thought? A soul, with fears and hopes and boundless neurosis.
Apparently.
This specimen is fairly tall for its age, and thin. Its hair is dark, nearly blackened. Grey, but not from the outside. Balding, but again not from the outside. You look into its eyes, which dart around the room.
The room. Mostly filled with heavy machines and cables, which you cannot discern the purpose of. Clean and reflective, but not too much. Less clean; an inert human lays on the floor, rendered inoperative by a wound which pierced its eye and brain. Blood seeps from the wound and spreads across the tiled floor.
It would seem that this killing blow was struck by ALPHA, as it holds a short wooden spike in its hand. The other hand firmly grips a third human by the neck, this one is operative... alive.
ALPHA stares at the alive human. A few moments later, ALPHA releases its grip and stumbles back a few steps. ALPHA makes some sounds from its mouth.
"I am not in control. Run, please."The other human stays still for a moment, processing? Then it produces a sound as well.
"FUCK! Cole, stay right here!"
It moves slightly clumsily to the hallway door, opens it, and moves down the hall, out of sight. The door remains open.
From where ALPHA is standing, you can see parts of the two rooms farther up and down the hall. They appear to be the same as this room, without the machinery.
STATUS: Perfectly fine?
PRIMAL
Adrenal: +0
Detail: +0
Attention: +1
Cunning: +3
Resistance: -1
PROFESSIONAL
Social: +3
Business: +1
Xenonatural: +1
ASSETS
* 1 Pencil. Wood and graphite. Bloodied. In right hand.
* 1 Three-piece suit. Navy blue, well cared for. Flecked with blood.
* 1 Wallet. Paper money, about $150? Identification card. Corporate membership card. "Library" card.
* 2 Notebooks. Well-organized, with writing in ink. A pen is neatly clipped to the top of one of them.
* 1 Ricetech "quiet"1.1 smart phone. Advertised as "the bare minimum phone". Very popular.
* 1 Human corpse. Cause of death is a piercing wound through the eye into the brain. Wearing a white lab coat over top of casual summer clothing.
EXTRA
Consume: You must consume human souls to survive.
* 1 Xeno-attuned soul. Fresh.
The BetaBETA is in a superficially similar position to ALPHA, though darker and less... tidy. A cubicle comprised of thin prefab walls, with a curtain acting as entranceway to the "hallway". There's no ceiling to the room. Much of the room is filled with machinery, which presumably has a similar role to the machinery in ALPHA's room. Despite being more primitive.
BETA is also a human, around the same age as ALPHA. It seems fairly fit, and calm. Its greenish grey eyes observe the room carefully for a moment before moving on.
"Now what do I do about you?"The object of BETA's focus is a dead human body crumpled on the floor, apparently killed by blunt force from the wrench on the floor, which is covered in a spattering of human blood and other human components. Beta apprehensively kneels over the corpse and searches its clothing.
"A bit forward of me, I know, but I'm sure you won't mind if I took a look."STATUS: Slashed, wounds healing... slowly. Weak, malnourished. But Adrenaline can compensate.
PRIMAL
Adrenal: 1
Detail: 0
Attention: 2
Cunning: 2
Resistance: 0
PROFESSIONAL
Crime: 1
Sharpshooting: 1
Cybernetic: 0
ASSETS
* 1 Hand wrench. One handed, decently balanced for offensive use. Undamaged. Flecked with blood.
* ?? Bandages. Covering arms, legs, and parts of the torso. Keeps the fresher wounds from bleeding too much.
* 1 Human corpse. Fresh. Cause of death is a caved in skull from blunt trauma. Wearing medical scrubs and a face mask. Tasty?
EXTRA
Consume: You must consume human souls to survive.
No souls. One remains tethered to that corpse, though it has begun to fade...
The OmegaThe OMEGA seems a little different. A younger human, wiry, its hair cut short and its eyes amber. It sits crouched within yet another machine, but not the same sort of machine. Clearly a weapon of war. It sits in the morning sun, on a bed of glittering emerald sand.
Within the machine, along with OMEGA, is another three human corpses. These ones appear to have been killed by a blade to the neck in their sleep.
Presently, OMEGA seems to be pressing some buttons inside the machine. In response several lights inside the machine change to a more red color, and there's some beeping. Somewhere above OMEGA's head, electrical coils start charging.
STATUS: Uninjured. Slightly sleepy.
PRIMAL
Adrenal: 1
Detail: 1
Attention: 2
Cunning: -1
Resistance: 1
PROFESSIONAL
Driving: 2
Sharpshooting: 1
Heavy Weapons: 0
ASSETS
* 1 Combat knife. Bloody...
* 1 SaaV3.67. Semiautomatic pistol. 16 rounds, fully loaded. Holstered.
* 7 16-round pistol magazines. Designed for the SaaV3.67.
* 1 Set of military fatigues. Includes boots. Worn.
* 1 Military helmet. Hardened alloy. Worn.
* 3 Military helmets. Hardened alloy. Not worn. Sleeping in a helmet is very uncomfortable.
* 4 Military armor. Ablative ceramic. Unpowered. Not worn.
* 4 Military rucksacks. Enough food and water to last you a few weeks.
* 1 R8-sf. Automatic rifle. Selective fire. Intermediate caliber. 30 rounds, fully loaded. Secured on the inside of the tank's top hatch, along with its ammo.
* 4 30-round intermediate magazines. Designed for the R8-sf.
* 3 Human corpses. Cause of death is a slashed throat. Wearing bloody military fatigues, sidearms still holstered. They seem... empty.
* 1 Hunter battle tank. Fast and maneuverable. Relatively lightly armored. Main gun is a railgun. Requires frequent refueling by automated tanker drone.
EXTRA
Consume: You must consume human souls to survive.
* 3 Aggressive, disciplined souls.
((It's a perfectly normal Suggestion Game probably.
There are three player characters; ALPHA, BETA, and OMEGA. You can communicate with any of them by putting [ALPHA], [BETA], or [OMEGA] in your post.
Bolded text will be interpreted as a command, any other text will just be a suggestion or comment.
Any text in ((double parentheses)) cannot be heard by the characters and can be safely used to communicate with each other.
It would be appreciated if you picked a unique text color for your demon so that it has an identifiable voice. If you don't pick one, I'll pick one for you.
There are other ways in which you can interact with the world, but you are not yet strong enough to utilize those methods.))
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