Curfew breaking
Characters: Agent Washington (vengefulagent) and Croix Bartel (grandbellknight)
Location: Outside the Luminist Greens West townhomes to start, but will end up in the Town Hall
Time: (During this plot.) In the middle of a particularly quiet night, around 2 a.m., the day of Sophie's assault on innocent flora.
Summary: Spurned by an increasing need to leave the town, Agent Washington decides it's time to do some investigating in the town hall with like-minded pal, Croix, joining him in a nighttime adventure.
Warnings: Explosions and sirens.
The moon was nice and bright in the sky with barely a cloud in sight--conditions that Washington had hoped they'd be anything but. However, he'd been waiting long enough for weather conditions to change, but apparently no one got the memo about simulations. Even bad weather had to happen sometime, whether anyone liked it or not. It's not like he needed the extra light anyway; his HUD kept him out of the dark, so to speak.
"It would be foolish to lose this opportunity," spoke a matter-of-fact voice that only he could hear--or, well, he was ninety-nine percent certain that he was the only one. He'd been keeping to himself since receiving that card, though he did make an exception to observe and communicate with the new resident in town. "The local authorities have been more than occupied by the day's events in the botanical gardens, so by my calculations, you have a--"
Wash grit his teeth before he spoke. "Quiet," he uttered in a low voice. "You're not even supposed to be here." Then again neither was he. Not that he cared right at that moment. Why he was hearing that particular AI instead of his own was anyone's guess, but he had a feeling most would say the delusion was due to some subconscious guilt over the AI being captured by the Meta. Then again, he wouldn't be trying to see someone about it anyway as he was pretty certain it was something going on because of the town and not a psychotic break. He was still perfectly and completely sane.
He crouched a little lower in the bushes outside West B16 as he watched a deputy slowly making his rounds outside the malt shop. (The invisible occupant of that particular home wouldn't be heartbroken over a slightly crushed shubbery.) The deputy was taking his sweet time puttering around the closed establishment--for what reason, Wash had no idea but he had a feeling it might have to do with an unfortunate longing for a malt shake--but soon enough, the deputy finally started to move away, heading south. Good thing he did; Wash didn't want to do anything drastic, though he knew how he'd easy it be.
Slowly, Wash stood and turned his attentions to the forest nearby. His plan to sprint to the trees, however, was waylaid the moment he saw another little blip show up on his motion tracker.
"There is still time to continue with your original plan. If you choose to delay any further, you run the risk of the risk of the Meta acquiring more AI back home and becoming completely unstoppable."
A small sigh escaped his lips. Even though no time had passed for the others before, none of them knew someone with a time distortion unit. If anyone could break out of that time lock, it'd be the Meta.
"Tell me something I don't know."
Location: Outside the Luminist Greens West townhomes to start, but will end up in the Town Hall
Time: (During this plot.) In the middle of a particularly quiet night, around 2 a.m., the day of Sophie's assault on innocent flora.
Summary: Spurned by an increasing need to leave the town, Agent Washington decides it's time to do some investigating in the town hall with like-minded pal, Croix, joining him in a nighttime adventure.
Warnings: Explosions and sirens.
The moon was nice and bright in the sky with barely a cloud in sight--conditions that Washington had hoped they'd be anything but. However, he'd been waiting long enough for weather conditions to change, but apparently no one got the memo about simulations. Even bad weather had to happen sometime, whether anyone liked it or not. It's not like he needed the extra light anyway; his HUD kept him out of the dark, so to speak.
"It would be foolish to lose this opportunity," spoke a matter-of-fact voice that only he could hear--or, well, he was ninety-nine percent certain that he was the only one. He'd been keeping to himself since receiving that card, though he did make an exception to observe and communicate with the new resident in town. "The local authorities have been more than occupied by the day's events in the botanical gardens, so by my calculations, you have a--"
Wash grit his teeth before he spoke. "Quiet," he uttered in a low voice. "You're not even supposed to be here." Then again neither was he. Not that he cared right at that moment. Why he was hearing that particular AI instead of his own was anyone's guess, but he had a feeling most would say the delusion was due to some subconscious guilt over the AI being captured by the Meta. Then again, he wouldn't be trying to see someone about it anyway as he was pretty certain it was something going on because of the town and not a psychotic break. He was still perfectly and completely sane.
He crouched a little lower in the bushes outside West B16 as he watched a deputy slowly making his rounds outside the malt shop. (The invisible occupant of that particular home wouldn't be heartbroken over a slightly crushed shubbery.) The deputy was taking his sweet time puttering around the closed establishment--for what reason, Wash had no idea but he had a feeling it might have to do with an unfortunate longing for a malt shake--but soon enough, the deputy finally started to move away, heading south. Good thing he did; Wash didn't want to do anything drastic, though he knew how he'd easy it be.
Slowly, Wash stood and turned his attentions to the forest nearby. His plan to sprint to the trees, however, was waylaid the moment he saw another little blip show up on his motion tracker.
"There is still time to continue with your original plan. If you choose to delay any further, you run the risk of the risk of the Meta acquiring more AI back home and becoming completely unstoppable."
A small sigh escaped his lips. Even though no time had passed for the others before, none of them knew someone with a time distortion unit. If anyone could break out of that time lock, it'd be the Meta.
"Tell me something I don't know."