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7/18/2015 4:02:04 PM
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He walks down the sewer with his hands in his pockets and his feet splashing the water beneath him as he walks. With nary and idea on how to spot an Synth he first goes looking for locals in the sewers, hoping he could get information on both the synth and the environment itself. He spots a small shanty as he reaches the end of the tunnel he's been walking. "Woah" he says, as he didn't expect such architecture in a sewer of all places. [i]This city just gets more interesting[/i] he thinks as he begins making his way to the shanty.
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A man sits on a wooden chair on a the sheet metal porch of one of the shanties. He looks at you warily.
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He completely disregards the man pointing a weapon at him and approaches the sitting man. As he does he reaches into his coat and pulls out a bag of Pork Rinds and offers a smile, an offer. "A minute?"
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Edited by HickoryHamMike: 7/18/2015 4:16:47 PMThe man looks at the pork rinds, and then at you. He nods his head.
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He sits on the floor next to the chair and hands the man the bag of Pork Rinds. "Take all of it, I don't really enjoy that stuff. My intentions here I guess you could say involve making life much easier for everyone residing in these sewers, which are quite impressive I must say" He says as he admires the architecture again. "So tell me, how would I go about finding a murderous Synth, a wolf in sheep's clothing?"
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The man eats vigorously at the pork rinds. "Well," he says in between bites, "I've heard they don't have blood, but this weird acidic white stuff. I think they also have something weird about their eyes...?"
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"Interesting, care to describe the stuff around their eyes a wee bit more? Like dark circles or something?" He asks
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"I can't really remember... Sorry..."
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He nods, satisfied. "Enjoy those rinds" he says as he walks into a more crowded area and begins to observe the crowd. His psion mind lets him go into a state of deep concentration as he observes everyone out in the open. He takes into account wounds as he observes open skin to see id any scars or injuries are present, anyone with a noticeable injury is most likely not a Synth due to acidic white blood. Simultaneously he takes into account the eyes as he scans the crowd for anyone with concealed or unusual eyes. He takes into account things such as eyewear and long hair concealing the eyes, as it is possible anyone trying to hide their eyes might just be a synth. He also looks for any types of eye abnormality.
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You only see normal eyes, brown and green, normal skin, ordinary wounds. No one bothers to wear sunglasses here because there is not much light. This place seems to be clear.
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"Urgh" he groans. [i]He must be hiding then, perhaps not a wold in sheep's clothing[/i]. He re approaches the eating grinds and asks " So, tell me about places here were few ventures. Where would I go if I wanted to find a place where tongues don't wag? ... that means a very isolated place" This time he pulls out the cigar and lighter, an offer.
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"Maybe... An abandoned subway terminal...? I don't know." he finishes the pork rinds.
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"Thanks, I guess" He tosses the cigar at the man but keeps the lighter as he rushes to catch up with the other two.
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Stephenson hears the footsteps, draws his DeWitt, and points it at the new arrival.
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A sounds, and a bit of tension in the air clues him to the stranger. He arcs and eyebrow as he spots a weapon pointed at him. "Is this how the locals greet tourists in these parts? This place gets more charming by the second" He says with a friendly smile.
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Stephenson glares slightly at the stranger. Time for a Voight-Kampff. "Hey, buddy. Do you have a family?"
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He completely ignores your question and approaches another man, who is seated on a wooden chair.
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[b]I drop into the sewers and follow the echoes of your voice. I ready my staff and proceed on foot.[/b]
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Stephenson steps out and brings his DeWitt to bear against the other Cyber's head. "Quick question. Do you have a family?"
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You find one man in a red tacky winter coat conversing with a local and another shrugging.
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Stephenson shrugs and moves on. No reaction, means he's not a synth. Good.
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Edited by DesertX963: 7/18/2015 4:54:37 PM[b]I see the two of you from above, I inject something into my body before dropping below with all weapons aimed at me.[/b] "Im not the synth, and if I were, you'd all be dead right now," I say casually.
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Stephenson nods silently. "You clear the Voight-Kampff. That's good. If you want to find a synth, do a heartbeat scan. Synths have a three-beat cycle instead of a normal two-beat. And their blood is yellow.
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The man you pointed at earlier catches up with you two. "He's nowhere in public, I checked. The man I talked to would suggest and abandoned subway terminal to stay away from public" He raises his arms in a shrug. "That would be my hunch"
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((It's actually white and acidic.))
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((Oh. Even better.))
