Magisteria Mods (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
magisteriamods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
magisteriaexe2024-06-16 04:49 pm
magisteriamods) wrote in magisteriaexe2024-06-16 04:49 pm
High Risk Quest #1: The Ghost Signal
Note: Here we go, gamers! The first High Risk Quest for Magisteria. These quests will serve as tiered mini-events which reveal crucial world lore, goings-on, and also tie into the metaplot and the large events. High Risk Quests will trade off in emphasis, meaning tech --> magic --> tech --> magic.
While this quest has seeds for the Tech Path Conflict, it should be noted that it's OTA and also that quite a bit of magic-specific locations/mini-events will open soon. The Magic Path Conflict is brewing in the background and will become more apparent soon, too, so keep one's eyes peeled.
Context & Recap
This quest takes place after The Coffee Shop Mingle, which features NPCs discoursing on the goings-on of High Rise Village. Players are encouraged to look at that.
In the first event, Training in High Rise Village, we learned about a mysterious intruder who infiltrated the Digital Flora Dome and the Neon Nest, two properties belonging to an android named Rosalind Vireo. PCs who restored the properties deciphered a mysterious phrase, "Symphony of Disruption..." Seems portentious! In the above coffee shop mingle, Rosalind speculates as to the possible culprit(s?).
Bling
See the plotting post: PCs can go all out with the cyber weapons on this one, in addition to whatever tech or magic they've learned, whatever canon abilities have returned, and Selena and Titan-7 can also be used as weapons (so to speak) or defenses/back-up. Feel free to write interactions with them or them stepping in however. Of course, the main route to success will be PCs supporting other PCs!
lucy kushinada | cyberpunk: edgerunners
[ Lucy's cyberware isn't working at full capacity yet, but she still finds herself accepting Selena Voss' invitation. Something's happening in the city, something that's causing her cyberware to glitch out sometimes, something disruptive, something that's causing whispers in the clubs in the entertainment district where Lucy's spending some of her time. Something related to that weird signal they'd found in the garden.
It hasn't been that long since she was actively working as an edgerunner, but it feels like-- it's been an eternity. So much has happened since then. Things she can't bear to think about. But there's a mystery in this city and Lucy wants to throw herself head-first into it so she doesn't have to think for very long.
She'd teamed up with another Otherworlder to seek out more of these Fractured, and Lucy has armed herself for battle. The full body nanosuit she'd been given is largely white, black and purple accents curving over her hips and thighs, over her shoulders, glowing with threads of white-purple Bios. Neon-bright lipstick in some indefinable club-paint-under-a-blacklight color stains her lips. The bodysuit-- it's familiar in a way that hurts, in a way that makes her wants to shed it and go back to her regular clothing, in a way that makes her think of being young and wounded and tired. But it also feels like gearing up for battle, and it has weapons that she can use. ]
Here. Feels like the kind of alleyway that has something nasty lurking in it, doesn't it?
[ They're at the mouth of an alley that looks too dim in the evening light, and as Lucy presses onward, something takes shape in the darkness. A tin soldier, distorted. Twisted. Limbs too long, clad in rusted metal.
Before Lucy can say anything, that awful mouth opens and screams. Breath is punched out of her lungs as she hunches over, hands covering her ears, fear ricocheting through her very bones. She flings up a gloved hand, fingertips glowing, and the thing pauses, frozen, fighting. ]
We need to distract it! If it's an AI-- maybe I can try to rewrite it or something.
[ Later, still on the hunt, Lucy and another Otherworlder are walking down a backstreet in High Rise village. It's night time, and in the alleys and backstreets people have largely cleared out, drawn towards either their own homes or the more populated nightlife. This backstreet is full of the back-ends of cafes and diners, the smell of oil and herbs and spices still thick in the air.
Lucy makes a mental note to come here later when they're open. Anything that smells this spicy has to be good.
On the air is a strange noise, something that starts faint and tinny, like a radio set on low volume. A song that Lucy can't make out. It grows, and grows, until something is stepping out of the shadows -- a tall, grey-skinned thing with black armor and a long whip-like hair extending from their head. Its terrible smile gleams in the reflected light of neon signs.
It's singing. And part of Lucy wants to... listen, and float away with it. Her voice is rough when she grits out: ]
Fuck. Don't listen to it-- tune it out. It's putting off some kind of hypnotic effect.
fractured i.
Hmph... a shielder would be quite useful in such a scenario... [ Gilgamesh murmurs.
quite involuntarily, the tiny, all-but-invisible golden hairs on the back of his neck prick to attention as that dreadful feeling washes over him, too. it's disorienting, but he is not a hero-king for nothing, so he does his best at such a time to focus on strategy, on combining their resources. ]
Perhaps if we combine our Bios, we might, with these Bursterflies, form a makeshift barrier.
[ was that possible? having the insects come together to harden the Bios into a shield of light and project it? Gilgamesh had been spending his time studying them, and by altering their frequencies mentally, one could certainly train them to do a great many things. granted, these beings they were up against... even with the technology, it might not hold them back for too long, but at such times, even a few moments could make a difference. it might give them an opportunity to strategize, form a plan with their resources.
at any rate, when Lucy turns, she will see that Gilgamesh's own Bios signature is blazing golden and brighter than she will have ever seen. he actually looks like he is being more serious than usual this time. ]
no subject
His suggestion is a good idea, and she remembers his explanation of how he'd been harnessing his own Bios: having an object for both of them to grasp. Lucy has been experimenting with her own method -- slow-going, she thinks, because the concept of magic is still so foreign to her -- but in an emergency situation, she'd feel better about relying on something that has a better success rate. Namely, his strategy, and not hers.
Lucy's nature is not a trustful one. It had been, when she was little. When the other children around her had been just as terrified and lonely as she was. When they were the only people she could count on, and the adults with their scalpels and injections and awful smiles were monsters in the dark. But Night City had beaten any remnant of trust out of her.
Extending her hand feels like an impossible thing to do, but she forces herself to do it. ]
Let's try.
[ It's as firm as she can make it, hand held palm-open, waiting for Gilgamesh. ]
no subject
were he to realize Lucy thought of him as a friendly individual, it would be deeply amusing to Gilgamesh, because in actuality, he has spent his entire life staunchly refusing to call anyone but one person a friend, and even insisting he does not take on companions of any sort. setting himself entirely apart from humanity, ruling over it from afar: that had been his own existence, and lonely though it was, it was a path of loneliness Gilgamesh had chosen for himself. and yet, it could not be denied that, in this very form and summoning, he had come to Uruk in its time of need, and had overseen the goings-on of Ritsuka and Mashu, and really, was he doing any differently in Magisteria? even if this was not Gilgamesh's kingdom... it had become undeniable that his instinct was to assume a certain sense of responsibility. but, well, he was not really a man to dwell on his own internal life in such a manner. he was more a man of action.
so when Lucy offers her hand, those tense seconds quickly pass, and Gilgamesh drops something which looks a bit like a stone tablet into his own hand. he guides Lucy into his pose, helping her take hold of it with/alongside him. this tablet, of course, is summoned from his vault, and golden glyphs encircle the air around it.
this is indeed magic... though Gilgamesh would not ever claim to be any especially notable mage, nor does he care to be. even the form thereof was simply a game to him. ]
We shall both channel our Bios, then...
[ he is not looking at her... rather staring forward with great determination/focus to see whether the two Bursterflies will act in unison. indeed, as he watches, guiding them with his mind, they do begin to act together. it would seem their Bios is indeed filtering outwards... and now it remains to see if it will form the makeshift shield. of course, this was all a matter of thinking on one's feet as one went... but that was just how the King of Heroes operated when presented with challenges. ]
no subject
It takes a few seconds. She has to close her eyes and think about cooperating, about working together with someone that's just about the polar opposite of her. White-purple Bios flares in lines over her skin, rippling like a pool when it comes into contact with his golden glyphs.
First things first: they need to protect themselves. And just like that, a shield snaps into place in front of them, and the thing's howling is muted enough that Lucy can recover and stand up straight, breathing easier. One warped limp snaps forward, crashing against their shield, but it holds. ]
If we can get this thing back to Selena and Titan-7, they can-- I don't know, study them. Put them in jail. Whatever. I'd like to take a look at its code, too. See if I can figure out what caused it to corrupt like this.
[ Lucy's fingertips tighten on the tablet, stone scraping over her bodysuit's gloves. She wonders if Gilgamesh has ever been ordered around in his entire life. But this is tech, this is her specialty. Also, she's just kind of bossy. ]
Think of it like telepathy; we're going to look inside that thing's brain.
no subject
His Tome of Truth was an artifact which would serve its function precisely in this particular battle; anachronism mattered not at all.
And Gilgamesh is pleased with the outcome: the shield. This could be described as the fruit of their cooperation, at present. ]
How is it that you are planning to accomplish this?
[ No, Gilgamesh had certainly not ever been ordered around, but he also did not interpret her words as any such. More like she seems to have an idea in mind, but he is not exactly certain of what.
Some kind of neural scan, from what he gathered? Perhaps this would be a chance for him to witness the technology from Lucy's world -- that which was quite likely to correspond much more closely to that which was of this world than anything Gilgamesh had encountered. but, it was only fair she have a chance to show off: he was always showing up and giving speeches, after all. ]
If you have some reasonable idea or method at such a moment, I shall support as necessary.
no subject
She looks over at him, eyes bright. ]
Just trust me. It'll be a little weird, but it'll help.
[ She's not going to risk doing a deep dive. They don't have the proper support equipment, and taking someone untrained into a deep dive for the first time is just asking for brain damage. Instead, Lucy engages her neuro-gear, and tugs Gilgamesh along for the ride. They remain standing where they are, but their vision overlays with a visual representation of the Fractured's code-- and it's beautiful. An elegant structure of shimmering rainbow colors, plagued on all sides by corrupting black cracks and rends.
With a neat flick of code, Lucy renders the Fractured immobile for now, though it's straining against her hold. ]
This is what its code looks like. [ She narrates, watching scrolls of code highlight as she glances at various parts of the structure. ] Whatever this corruption is, it's gotten deep.
no subject
He knows this woman from a futuristic world is in her element here, and... he is curious, if he must be honest. Curious about what she will do and what he will see and encounter. Thus Gilgamesh is pliant, unmoving, merely squinting ever-so-slightly as the brightly colored code cascades in front of his vision.
So this was ... a result of that neural technology which they had spoken of before... hm...
The only time Gilgamesh has contemplated a neural link with another entity has been within the context of a potential Master. But his only Master, at least in this summoning, has been Fujimaru Ritsuka. It's a strange thought, though -- how much Lucy seems to have that natural aura that he associates with... such a role. ]
Corruption...
[ The King of Heroes regards the blackened rainbow of code quite seriously, his vision taking it all in. ]
... did we not speak of that with regards to those creatures in the Agriculture District?
[ At the time, they had not been able to form any sort of conclusions due to lack of information. And that remains true insofar as Gilgamesh can only speculate what the source of this might be. But now he cannot help but wonder whether everything is connected. Those animals, these beings -- ]
Can this... this neural scan of yours preserve the code, that we may investigate it further at a better moment?
no subject
[ Because Lucy hadn't been able to get into the brains of those shadowed brains, not in the same way she can netrun. Here, she's far more in her element, guiding Gilgamesh through the code like stepping through a waterfall, letting the programming cascade over them so they can better see the corrupted parts.
It's like watching a corpse get eaten by maggots. There's so little of the original programming left; even if she managed to strip out the bad code, there'd be almost nothing left over. Just scraps of foundation, pieces of fundamental protocols. ]
Can do. I grabbed a little from another one I fought. Should be able to get a bit more from this one.
[ Lucy doubts she'll be able to grab all of it, but even a fraction would be useful to study the corruption. So she starts grabbing snapshots, copying the data into her cyberdeck. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees some of the corruption start... questing in their direction, oily tendrils of data reaching for them. ]
Can you deal with that?
btw feel free to wrap this up if u wish. i know it's an older thread hahaha.
[ Gilgamesh allows his tablet to vanish into the vault once more and folds his arms at his chest. He thinks that between Lucy's ongoing scanning and the efforts of their tech fauna in sustaining the barrier, matters should be sufficiently under control that its anchoring presence is no longer necessary. This interaction still counts as Synthesis, does it not? Gilgamesh can feel/see Lucy's white-purple winding like ethereal ribbons amongst/around/with his own golden Bios, the air shimmering with the output. It's quite the light display.
Expression rather nonchalant, Gilgamesh does not even move. He simply glances at the corruption, and the Bios near it flashes brighter -- rippling gold -- as though congealing. As soon as the corruption approaches, it is instantly repulsed. Flicked away, as though with barely an effort or thought. ]
Indeed, in my world, I was the incorruptible Servant. [ In one timeline, a version of Gilgamesh had even been drenched in the contents of the cursed Holy Grail, All the World's Evils. Though this would have turned another Servant to madness, an Alter, Gilgamesh had kept himself intact because of the nature of his force of will. ] Though I cannot say whether the corruption in this world is akin to that which I knew. Yet I can say no force has ever yet been able to distort an absolute being such as myself.
[ ... Of course, some might say this is just daring that it be tried, here. Even so, his Bios is like light itself, burning away at the darkness. ]
Have you almost finished?
aaand done!
fractured ii
This shows in the way he stepped into the darkness with no hesitation or fear, taking flamboyant, giddy steps whilst humming a tune to himself with an eager, honest-to-goodness, smile on his face. Maybe the katana at his side made him feel so confident, but it could also be something more primal in his veins. ]
Feels reassuring to know that even a place as clean as this has these sketchy side streets and questionable establishments. I wonder if they have rooms for rent?
[ It was in the middle of his fantasizing that the siren like creature appeared, along with the pull that felt familiar. A twisted smile appeared on his face. ]
Hooo? A siren, eh? Though, it's less fishy than what I'm familiar with. Oh well.
[ With a shrug, he started to approach the creature - one hand moving to the blade to have it at the ready. ]
no subject
The siren, on the other hand, kind of ruins the image. Lucy holds one hand over an ear, dulling the noise coming from that awful sharp mouth, while Bishop approaches. He's armed, and so she's assuming he knows what to do with that katana.
Lucy's better from a distance, so she'll stay exactly where she is, fingers touching her temple as she gets a feel for this thing's programming. Her neural cyberdeck isn't working at full capacity yet, but she's still capable. The bodysuit she was gifted helps. ]
They're rogue AI, so-- I should be able to dismantle its code, or take out the parts that are making it dangerous. If you can distract it, I can get to work.
no subject
He did the same with its third and fourth attacks, partially drawing the katana from its sheathe to parry the sixth before kicking it the center to push it back and then taking a stance and lunging forward.
His strikes are decisive, swift, but controlled like he's getting the creature's measure as they danced around each others attacks. Neither are able to land a clean blow and the match is for the most part even, but the grin on his face seems to suggest that he's still got some tricks up hus sleeve. ]
no subject
So she can poke and prod and examine this thing's shattered code, but ultimately, she's not going to get anything useful done unless she does a full deepdive. And she doesn't know if she's safe enough to do that with Bishop.
So. They'll just have to kill it. ]
I'll make some openings for you.
[ Fingertips digging deeper into her temple in concentration, Lucy pulls some strings. The creature seems to freeze momentarily, limbs stuttering to a halt, before it grinds back into action, but slower this time, moving jerkily. ]
no subject
The instance it slowed he stepped in, one quick slice and he rendered one arm useless. It screeched and struck with its whiplike hair, aiming for Lucy - but he expected as much and stabbed it as the tentacle passed him, immobilizing the now screaming monster and shielding his impromptu partner. ]
Not sure what you're doing, but do you think you can kill this things mind? Or whatever counts as it.
no subject
It means that all she can do is scrabble at the outside of this thing's code, only barely managing to sink mental claws in. ]
No. I don't think I can.
[ Lucy sounds frustrated, gritting the words out, hunched over, shoulders curled. ]
But I can give you a clear shot to kill it.
[ It's not what Lucy wanted to do. She's got a mental snapshot of its code, so she'll be able to study it later, but she wanted to pull this thing's code apart and... take out the bad stuff, if she could. See if she could uncorrupt them. But if she forces this any harder she might give herself brain damage. Instead, what she can do is this: closing her eyes, and yanking on a thread of movement protocols. As a blood vessel in her nose bursts and drips over her lip, the Fractured monstrosity grinds to a halt, hair falling limply to the ground, one arm raised, frozen in the motion of going to strike Bishop. ]
Now!
fractured i
She can tell the other woman seems uncomfortable. She's determined, yet ill-at ease. Something about her new bodysuit? Maybe it doesn't fit quite right.
She stands at the alley, one sword resting over her shoulder, and the other held out in to one side. She grins in anticipation. She's seen alleyways like this before, plenty of times. "Oh indeed, indeed. But something even nastier is out here. Let me take the lead, though."
They walk down the alley, Musashi's sword held out while the other stays ready, on her shoulder, ready for a strike. When they see the...metal soldier thing, she flips it around, ready for battle.
She shakes the scream off a bit easier than Lucy does; she's experienced her fair share of horrors, and the effect seems boosted somehow, it's not enough to overcome the recklessness of her EX-ranked Madness Enhancement. "Got it! One distraction, coming right up!" She can keep it busy enough while Lucy works her mojo.
She takes a step forward, and then with a sudden gust of wind, she's disappeared from the Edgerunner's side and is just in front of the machine thing, having crossed the distance in a blink of an eye. Her katanas flash in the dim light of the alley as they come down, meeting one of the machine thing's arms as it raises its sword to block making an electronic chittering noise as it does so. The force of the impact creates sparks between blades. Oh, this thing is strong.
"Miyamoto Musashi, at your service, good sir!" She says with a wolfish grin.
no subject
For the first time, Lucy gets to see what Musashi has bragged about. She'd claimed to be a legendary swordsman, but it had been a little hard to believe when it had been said grinning over a glowing verve cocktail. Now, Lucy sees for the first time. Musashi's speed is shocking, like she's got a Sandevistan locked onto her spine, there one moment and gone the next. And her blades actually dent the thing, the shower of sparks so bright it has Lucy blinking.
And she's just grinning, like she's not facing a horrible corrupted AI monster thing.
While it's distracted, Lucy strikes. Fingertips light against her temple, eyes lightning up digital orange as she delves into the thing's programming. It's even more awful to look at internally. Lines of code as fractured as its name. Broken protocols trailing away into data corruption. The remnants of its core programming are still at its heart, but it's going to take a lot to get there.
"Can you keep it distracted?" she calls. "I need to go deeper. I won't be able to fight."
no subject
The blades continue to spark against each other but the creature's other arm suddenly twists, contorting in ways that would break the bones of a flesh and blood arm and is suddenly snaking towards Musashi from below. She's forced to disengage and jump backwards, not wanting the machine to get a hand on her, but she's not quite fast enough to avoid its fingers brushing against the sleeve of her kimono...
As she jumps back she glances down and sees the fabric blackening and begin to fall away in pieces where it made contact. "Ahaha, I see! So, your touch is corrosive, is it it?" The slightest touch could cause rot and decay, and it can move its body in unexpected ways. She has to keep her distance and keep it distracted and away from Lucy-chan?
This fight just gets better and better, honestly.
She charges back in again, and so does the creature, collapsing downwards with a crunching sound so it can skitter forward in almost crab-like fashion on both its legs and free hand. The sword it keeps up and its arm twists wildly, ready to meet her blades. Musashi meets it with a wide, powerful spinning blow, hoping to knock the sword aside with sheer strength and leave it open for a coup-de-grace.
no subject
She stays long enough to see Musashi's sleeve flake away, long enough to see her look downright thrilled about the whole thing. "Just be careful," Lucy says, but it comes out like a murmur, a whisper, too nervous to say it louder.
With that, she sinks into a deep-dive.
She doesn't register her body falling backward or the thud of it against the backstreet pavement. That's a problem for later. Her cyberself is already floating through the creature's coding -- it's a clean grey core surrounded by blackened, burned walls, parts of it shorn off and disintegrating. She's seen AI like this before in her dives into the Old Net, rogue AI originally built for one purpose but twisted into another and gone mad with it, lashing out at everything it sees. Her cyberdeck isn't working as powerfully as it used to, so Lucy's restricted in what she can do, but she can see her Bios shining brightly even on her cyberself's hands, and that bolsters her confidence. She flies past rotting tendrils of code and lashing tethers, and grabs a thread and yanks, making the creature howl and stumble to the side, leaving an opening for Musashi.
no subject
Her hearing is sharp, keener than a normal humans, and she's vaguely aware of Lucy muttering something behind them, but focused as she is and the din of battle drown out what exactly. She does hear the thump as her body hits the ground, but she can't exactly go to the other woman's aid. She'll just have to trust that Lucy knows what she's doing.
Thankfully, that trust comes incredibly easily.
Suddenly, the creature lurches suddenly to the side with an electronic, static-like screech, throwing its attack off-balance. Is this what a real netrunner is capable of? Most impressive! Musashi won't waste the opportunity, and as the creature is thrown off-balance she aims a careful, precise slash at the elbow of that annoying free arm.
With another screech, the appendage comes loose just below the elbow, falling to the ground, writhing for a second as overheated servos and hydraulics continue to function for a few seconds even after being disconnected. The AI has to scuttle backwards, sword arcing this way and that to dissuade Musashi from pressing her attack.
Some breathing room gained, she risks a glance back towards Lucy, sees her sprawled out on the floor of the alley and for a moment—just a moment—there's a flash of panic, of an enemy she might have missed, a flaw in her defense that allowed something to sneak by and—
No. No, Lucy's fine. She's inside the AI right now, playing merry hell on its subroutines and data architecture. That opening was all her.
Focusing on the enemy in front of her, Musashi goes on the offensive. The AI's response time is fast, quite fast...but not as fast as it was a few seconds ago. It's fighting a battle on two fronts now, and one of them is internal. And it did itself no favours wearing out its joints and internal workings trying to keep up with her at full speed; the sword arm jerks, in fits and starts due to its overworked, over-stressed metallic joints.
In the battlefield that is the machine's cyberscape, no sooner has Lucy's avatar yanked the errant line of programming than do streams of black, chaotically-coded ICE come shooting outwards towards her, to shut down, eject, fry the invading cyberware to a smoking crisp.
no subject
If she were at full power, she'd be be able to do this easily. She'd be able to pull up a screen to watch Musashi through the thing's eyes as she takes it apart and strips it down to its base components. She'd be able to take full control of it and pluck any code she likes for examination. Its chaotic, but its defenses are relatively weak, but Lucy can't take advantage of that with her cyberdeck working at low capacity.
All she can do is hope she can succeed. And work on doing whatever it takes to refine her netrunning abilities here with Bios and her cyberdeck.
She can't stay huddled behind a shield forever; on the count of three she surges out from beneath it, her cyberself flying around the spikes of ICE, twisting, evading, biting back pain when code glances against her and tries to eat through her defenses. If she stays here too long, there's a very real risk of infected with whatever changed this AI. Here and there, she tugs at threads, kicks at walls, making the creature's movements pause and stutter erratically for Musashi's advantage. Finally, she cracks past the security and eases into the clean interior of the creature's coding, and starts downloading information, intent on copying data on whatever the hell went wrong here.
From the darkened lines of Bios she can see, Lucy suspects she already knows the answer. It looks-- corrupted. Wrong. But how did it get like that?
Buried deep inside the creature's core protocols, it's easy enough to sink her hands into its programming and slow it down. It's going to be pissed once it regains full control, though, so she hopes Musashi is ready.
no subject
But Musashi sees an opening. Scuttling on its legs like it is in crab-like fashion, and with its defenses down, has left the thing wide open. She glances to the wall of the alley, and in a second disappears. She's jumped, propelling herself onto the alley wall above the stricken machine, in a crouched position. Visible only for a second before she pushes off again, using her momentum to drive her downward, plunging both swords into the machine's exposed midsection, tearing through its armour. Digging in deep with both blades, she slashes outwards simultaneously, actually causing herself to spin-midair in a Bios-powered physics-denying bit of acrobatics...
...And slicing the robot in half as she does so, with an electronic screech as both its halves and the Servant fall to the ground, Musashi landing lightly on her feet and hopping back, placing herself between the ruined machine and Lucy's prone body.
Amazingly, the thing still isn't dead. Offline. Legless, and with only its sword-arm it tries to turn itself so it can get an angle of attack, but the appendage is still jerking erratically. But its not down yet.
"Lucy-chan?" She calls out, not sure if the netrunner can even hear her where she is currently, but determined to try all the same. "You good in there? This is a tough little nut to crack, ne?"
no subject
It slumps, and Lucy draws a deep breath, choking, hurtled back into her body.
She half rolls over, her temples pounding, vision blurred. It was a stupid idea to do a deepdive without an ice bath or a proper divesuit, and now her internal temperature is cranked so high her muscles are cramping, skin so flushed she thinks sweat would evaporate immediately. It's not the first time she's been like this. Far from it. It'll pass.
"Alert Selena and Titan-7," she croaks. "They can come pick this thing up and put it in jail or whatever the fuck they want to do."
no subject
That's when she hears Lucy take a ragged, choking breath, and instantly the sword woman is by her side, kneeling down. She almost puts a hand to her, but Lucy's skin is so flushed, so completely red, Musashi thinks it's a small miracle she isn't steaming.
"Yeah, yeah, will do." She says hurriedly, pulling out her Xaccess device and firing off a quick message alerting the two that one of the targets had been neutralized, before turning her attention back to Lucy. Her earlier bravado is gone; only concern radiates from her now.
"How bad is it? Can you sit up?" If she's even half as overheated as she looks, her muscles will be cramping up something fierce.
So this is the risk of being a netrunner...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)