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rekindleme2014-12-23 05:34 pm
shadowsgambit) wrote in rekindleme2014-12-23 05:34 pm
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Back to the months before
Who: Fortuna (or rather, Rosalia Ibbott) and you!
Where: The streets of District 1
When: Backdated to the start of the deaging
Summary: Fortuna has been aged down to about 12. Meaning she's not really Fortuna anymore.
Warnings: um...nothing yet?
First, a hideously long intro. Skip to the next bold text if you don't want to read.
Rosalia wakes in a strange place. The bed is too soft. It's also too long. She opens her eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling, free of any trace of insects. She sits up, taking in her surroundings. The room she's in is a large one, though it's mostly empty save for a coat rack containing a very large black duster and a pair of combat drones lying on the floor. She watches the drones as she gets up, padding over the stripped floor cautiously. They don't look like they're active, but they provide a clue. She's been kidnapped by a rigger, obviously. Maybe drugged in her sleep or something. She can't remember running into anyone suspicious today. She'd better learn what she can, she thinks as she pulls the coat on the rack down to look for clues or a weapon or something useful. Why? Does this mystery rigger - a troll or ork, judging by the trenchcoat, a woman if which side buttons is any indication - work for the Mafia? Have they abducted her because her parents failed to pay off their debt? And where is this captor of hers? Why would any kidnapper just leave her unattended?
A search through its many pockets (so much room to conceal things...) reveals a bunch of mechanical things, a weird oriental-looking mask, a laser microphone, a medium-sized empty sack (what's the point of putting this in a pocket?), and...bingo, a commlink! She turns it on...to be greeted by a password screen. Whoops. Okay, scratch that, she still doesn't know anything else about her captor besides sex, one of two possible metatypes, and occupation. Maybe there's something else somewhere, she thinks as she opens one of the two doors in the room. It's a restroom. Well, it's stupid, but she needs to use it anyway. While she's in there, though, she sees several used tubes of white hair dye. So now she's got a good idea of her captor's appearance.
She speaks to fill the nervous silence. "Ork or troll lady with white hair, keep an eye out for rigger jacks. Got it." With a deep breath, she cautiously heads out of the room, to find...the beginnings of a workshop. And a window. The buildings look Asian, maybe. Nice neighborhood. No metahumans at all passing by, weirdly enough. Is this Japan? She's heard their government has no tolerance for metahumans. ...Is that why her captor is nowhere to be found? She may have friends, though. So she searches for a weapon, and finds it - a knife in the kitchen.
Actual RP prompt begins here
And this is Saeng Seong's first look at Rosalia Ibbott, the person Fortuna used to be: a preteen girl in well-worn clothes wandering first the halls of building four and then the streets of the district, carrying an ordinary kitchen knife nervously.
As she wanders, however, she realizes how strange she must be. There are no homeless people about, this is obviously a wealthy place. So she tears off a strip of the shirt under her tank top to tie around her waist, tying the knife to it loosely. That doesn't look like she's going to kill someone at any rate. It looks weird but she looks weird no matter what. She'd better make the most of it.
Eventually, she comes across a shop. And she realizes she can read the sign.
"That doesn't make any sense...I don't know Japanese or whatever..."
Those things, linguasofts or whatever, she thinks suddenly, frantically feeling around her head for any sign of surgery. Nothing. No datajacks, no chip slots, no sign of headware being implanted at all. Still freaked out, she sits down on a bench, trying not to look too vulnerable and still trying to figure out just where she is.
"I don't get it..."
Where: The streets of District 1
When: Backdated to the start of the deaging
Summary: Fortuna has been aged down to about 12. Meaning she's not really Fortuna anymore.
Warnings: um...nothing yet?
First, a hideously long intro. Skip to the next bold text if you don't want to read.
Rosalia wakes in a strange place. The bed is too soft. It's also too long. She opens her eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling, free of any trace of insects. She sits up, taking in her surroundings. The room she's in is a large one, though it's mostly empty save for a coat rack containing a very large black duster and a pair of combat drones lying on the floor. She watches the drones as she gets up, padding over the stripped floor cautiously. They don't look like they're active, but they provide a clue. She's been kidnapped by a rigger, obviously. Maybe drugged in her sleep or something. She can't remember running into anyone suspicious today. She'd better learn what she can, she thinks as she pulls the coat on the rack down to look for clues or a weapon or something useful. Why? Does this mystery rigger - a troll or ork, judging by the trenchcoat, a woman if which side buttons is any indication - work for the Mafia? Have they abducted her because her parents failed to pay off their debt? And where is this captor of hers? Why would any kidnapper just leave her unattended?
A search through its many pockets (so much room to conceal things...) reveals a bunch of mechanical things, a weird oriental-looking mask, a laser microphone, a medium-sized empty sack (what's the point of putting this in a pocket?), and...bingo, a commlink! She turns it on...to be greeted by a password screen. Whoops. Okay, scratch that, she still doesn't know anything else about her captor besides sex, one of two possible metatypes, and occupation. Maybe there's something else somewhere, she thinks as she opens one of the two doors in the room. It's a restroom. Well, it's stupid, but she needs to use it anyway. While she's in there, though, she sees several used tubes of white hair dye. So now she's got a good idea of her captor's appearance.
She speaks to fill the nervous silence. "Ork or troll lady with white hair, keep an eye out for rigger jacks. Got it." With a deep breath, she cautiously heads out of the room, to find...the beginnings of a workshop. And a window. The buildings look Asian, maybe. Nice neighborhood. No metahumans at all passing by, weirdly enough. Is this Japan? She's heard their government has no tolerance for metahumans. ...Is that why her captor is nowhere to be found? She may have friends, though. So she searches for a weapon, and finds it - a knife in the kitchen.
Actual RP prompt begins here
And this is Saeng Seong's first look at Rosalia Ibbott, the person Fortuna used to be: a preteen girl in well-worn clothes wandering first the halls of building four and then the streets of the district, carrying an ordinary kitchen knife nervously.
As she wanders, however, she realizes how strange she must be. There are no homeless people about, this is obviously a wealthy place. So she tears off a strip of the shirt under her tank top to tie around her waist, tying the knife to it loosely. That doesn't look like she's going to kill someone at any rate. It looks weird but she looks weird no matter what. She'd better make the most of it.
Eventually, she comes across a shop. And she realizes she can read the sign.
"That doesn't make any sense...I don't know Japanese or whatever..."
Those things, linguasofts or whatever, she thinks suddenly, frantically feeling around her head for any sign of surgery. Nothing. No datajacks, no chip slots, no sign of headware being implanted at all. Still freaked out, she sits down on a bench, trying not to look too vulnerable and still trying to figure out just where she is.
"I don't get it..."
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"Even if it is for me, don't mean it has to be for you."
He honestly couldn't be sure at this point--he wasn't familiar with the place and what kinds of things happened except for brief mentions from his roommates, who were both acting a little cagey about it. It didn't inspire a lot of confidence, but he trusted Steve's word, and the other guy's words had backed that up.
He pauses a moment and takes in a breath before pulling her away just enough to look her in the face, hands on both her shoulders.
"There's a lot of crazy stuff goin' on here. It could be anything."
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They have to find this mystery troll then. They have to, both to figure out what's going on and to make absolutely sure that mystery troll isn't herself.
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Whether or not the girl's assumption was really what was going to happen, he didn't know, and he didn't think his judgment was going to be foolproof on the matter without a lot more info. For now, he was going to try to set the matter aside and get her in a better state of mind to deal with the situation.
"Besides, it's no good to try to figure all this out on a empty stomach," Bucky said, leaning back a little more and letting one of his hands drop to his side. "Why don't we get some food and take it one step at a time from there?"
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"All right...well, if you're buying. Mystery troll had a credstick in her coat but I haven't seen a nuyen sign anywhere in this place. It's all some other symbol. Not even conversion signs anywhere."
Of course she'd pocketed the credstick. Troll lady was rich. Maybe she could take it back to her family.
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"Of course." He wasn't about to make a young lady pay for something when she was already distressed enough, even if she did have the money. He figures credsticks must be her equivalent of a wallet--or whatever the card he was told is his money here is--but they can talk more about differences in their worlds later. Right now, it doesn't seem very important.
"Don't worry about the money, just worry about what you wanna eat. I think I saw a diner couple blocks down." He gestured with his head a little ways away.
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That, at least, would tell her what kind of things to think about. And just plain give her a distraction. She was hungry, too, she hadn't had anything to eat since waking up.
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That was what he assumed from the look of it, anyway; he'd only glanced through the window for a second to get an idea of the different places they had here. At least some of it seemed pretty familiar--it wasn't even as big a difference he'd noticed between European places and back home, aside from the architecture.
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Just hearing it listed didn't seem that odd. She figured when he said "burger" he meant "soyburger" because specifying soy when there wasn't another choice was silly - though who knew, his military work might have actually put him in a position to buy real stuff. How's she to know?
Speaking of not knowing things...
"Hey...why is it 'standard fare' when this is another planet?"
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Besides, who was he to say aliens couldn't be a lot like them? It wasn't exactly like he was an expert on the universe.
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It still doesn't sound right. Something is wrong about this place and she doesn't want to take it at face value. Aliens are supposed to be, well...alien.