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    CADUCEUS
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    It was an inevitability, really. A Harvester carves out a nice little niche for themself, makes it big, then fucks up somewhere along the line and the Sector comes in to snip them down to size. Well, it could’ve just been a rival group. In the end, it really didn’t matter to CADUCEUS. No, the more pressing issue was that the likelihood that he would get his due was going down by the minute, and there’d been at least 20 of those; at best, completely unacceptable. So there was only one method of recourse, really. If the client wasn’t going to pay him, he’d get his due himself. Surely their own stocks would have something of equivalent value. Plus a bit extra for the discourtesy he was going through.

    CADUCEUS pushed off the coffin, landing on the dirty floor. He pulled a pair of scalpels from his belt along with his medkit, methodically sliding in vials of the anesthetics he carried, and once properly set replaced them all. With an experimental swing of his arms, he strode off in search of cargo.
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    Aries Palace — Amadei


    It most certainly piqued her curiosity, but she refrains from acting. Hasty judgment would lead to mistakes, and in an unfamiliar world of falsehoods, she would be wary and vigilant with every step. She did, however, trust his words, but who he was and his agenda were mysteries Kristina would rather not pry into. Similarly, she had the feeling the suited men that followed her mysterious helper’s path were also part of a different matter. Being too curious would only lead to complications she did not have time for.

    And so, idly browsing through a list of her flock who worked here, she suddenly picked one, hoping her intuition would guide her on the correct path. And if not her intuition, then a nudge in the right destination by His Will.
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    VIDOFNIR
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    Aries Palace — VIP Floors

    "It's a pleasure."

    He made no attempt to match the man's dramatic introduction. Fontaine merely took the seat that had been offered and settled in.

    He was uninvolved in any of the business going on in the room. That outside perspective was his weakness and his advantage. He was under suspicion. The management was on high alert for another Sector agent, and they were right to be. Fontaine was certain that, him aside, at least a few others in the Aries Palace were waiting to make a move. Tonight there would be collapse. There would be blood.

    There would also be business. It was his job to intercept it however possible. Most Wings preferred a direct approach, and so did Fontaine. He would directly insinuate himself into the businessmen and gamblers, and he would directly cut the head off the snake once he'd seen through it. The body hidden underground would follow.

    So, for the moment, Fontaine would play. And in playing, he would use his undeserved attention as a mirror to probe at those around him. His goal was no longer money - it was information. Names and numbers worth thousands, if not millions. Contracts, and servants like the frozen-faced bodyguards standing behind the serpent, most likely enslaved by their own Crests. Could he win those at this table? Most certainly.

    "Your man was good," Fontaine said, inclining his head towards Garcia. "A fine bluffer, but..."

    Fontaine allowed himself the ghost of a smirk.

    "I prefer higher stakes - in leisure and business."
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    Aries Palace — Amadei


    As you browse through your archives of your flock, hoping His Will would guide you to the right path, you can’t help but notice something strange. Most people keep their cyberbrains constantly online, and many members of your flock were no different. Indeed, most of your flock who worked here appeared to be online. However, guided by your intuition— that little voice in the back of your head that just seems to speak to you— when you try to contact one of them…

    Complete silence. No response, no rejection, no failed connection, nothing.

    A failure? A lead? Or an omen, a sign of something gone horribly wrong? You aren’t sure. You try another. And another. And each time, you’re met with a complete, unsettling silence. A silence that weighs on your senses, the sheer nothingness and lack of response like almost like static, a white noise, a weight and blackness like the very bottom of the sea.

    You were connecting all right, as if the neural link had gone through. That, at least, had succeeded. And yet…

    The angel’s voice whispers. Once more.

    You try link with one last one. A man named Marcial Andrés, a recent refugee from the ruins on the north shore of the Mediterranean, who brought over a wife and child. The connection goes through. And you finally hear a voice, panicked and disoriented.

    “—Who’s this, who’s there, you…!” The voice falters, as if recognizing your connection. And it calms down, now quiet, steady. “...Sister Kristina…?”

    And in place of the panic and suspicion, you can’t help but notice a twinge of very real fear.


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    You ask him for his name, though as an investigator, you could easily bring it up yourself. He seems to know this, and he bites his lip again, seemingly aware that he’s being humored.

    “Marcial. Marcial Andrés,” he says shortly.

    He glances nervously at the portrait you bring up, and you notice his eyes darting to the door, apparently wary of any eavesdroppers. A bead of sweat drips down his forehead, you can see him consider you proposition. And then he speaks again.

    “Protection.” He says this a bit suddenly, and then continues a bit more calmly. “I want protection. For me, and for, for—” He fumbles with his holograms for a second; he doesn’t seem too familiar with their operation. Two images pop up, of a homely woman about his age, and a child who looks to be about five. “For Elina and Jacob too. I don’t know everything, but I think I know what you’re here. And what she was here for too.”

    He hesitates here, balancing on the precipice between anxiety and conviction. “I can tell you what I know. But I want to you promise me, promise me that you’ll provide—”

    His voice trails off for a second, and you notice a brief lapse in his attention. One you recognize from your experience, though it would nearly be imperceptible otherwise. He continues to speak afterward, but the implications are clear. Someone is contacting him through his cyberbrain; he might even be speaking back.

    “—Promise me that you won’t let them take us away if I help you.”
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    Linger: Complete. August, 1995. I met him. A branch off Part 3. Mikiya keeps his promise to meet Azaka, and meets again with that mysterious girl he once found in the rain.
    Shinkai: Set in the Edo period. DHO-centric. As mysterious figures gather in the city, a young woman unearths the dark secrets of the Asakami family.
    The Dollkeeper: A Fate side-story. The memoirs of the last tuner of the Einzberns. A record of the end of a family.
    Overcount 2030: Extra x Notes. A girl with no memories is found by a nameless soldier, and wakes up to a world of war.

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    Aries Palace — Amadei


    She has very little idea of what it must be like to have a family, to look at your own flesh and blood and love them with more passion than He could ever hope to evoke from their hearts. There was nothing like it in the village, not really, and just thinking about the place from which she came makes her sick to her stomach. So instead she thinks about the heartwarming scenes of a family united, colored by her good-willed naivety, and she hears Marcial Andrés’s panic and her heart lurches, wondering what will happen to the rest. The angel stirs, demands her to take action, and so Sister Kristina Scriabina makes her move.

    “It’s me.” The statement comes out with a composed finality, as if there was no question about the nature of her presence. In times such as these she wished her voice could carry a true aura of authority, but she had to make due with what she had. “You can always tell me what’s ailing you, understand?”

    “Regardless of its nature. It is my duty to receive your burdens.”
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    [Feb/Wed/04|07:00:04] <Lianru> it's ok with each stalker call I feel like we get a little closer
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    ARBALEST
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    Aries Security Cyberspace


    Some people perceived the Net as sound, or color, or feeling. You, on the other hand, perceived it as deep, frozen sea.

    It seems, for the moment, that you have yet to be discovered. With the physical location of where they jacked you into the network, it’s the easiest to connect to the part that oversees surveillance, though you avoid that for a moment, checking for less obvious backdoors.

    You find one into the network that involves one of the slot machines, which are typically monitored in case of abnormal turnouts. What’s strange with this, however, is that the security on slot machines is normally quite airtight. After all, it directly ties into the profits of the establishment, and thus exploits in this area could be deadly to any reputable casino. This one, however, seems to already have been tampered with, for reasons unknown.

    Approaching this already-tampered-with route cautiously, however, rewards you with access to the surveillance system, the series of cameras and ID-scanners and Crest-activity-detectors that form a defensive web about the facility, though you’re not sure how long you can stay here or what you can modify until you’re discovered. Notably, it seems to expand further underground than what the size of the casino would suggest is normal; you recognize what seem to be the IDs of repurposed surveillance devices located in a section of the subway system that has long since been abandoned. As expected, this stretch of activity seems to connect the two facilities. However, given that it’s been tampered with, you aren’t sure what further inspection may bring.

    Something strange you notice about the surveillance system is that many of the connections seem to be moving. While mobile security drones aren’t unheard of, they should be much more obvious than these signals suggest, from what you’ve seen in your visual feeds. Similarly, their movements are irregular, not quite the regular patterns one would expect from a machine’s pathing.

    You find a few other holes in the network, exposing other areas with which you could search through or tamper. Notably, through what seems to be an unauthorized connection from a network-connected toaster in the break room, you manage to get your hands on some files regarding employment records and infrastructure, though some of the data is already corrupted or deleted.

    The most aberrant of these potential paths into the network, however, doesn’t appear to come from any loopholes in security, from innocuous things like coffee machines or toasters connected to the network because some low-level grunt probably forgot to follow security protocol, but something hidden away, yet definitely planted. It’s connected, it seems, to biometric monitoring systems, somewhere deep in the facility BALMUNG’s team was raiding, attached to an encrypted text file.

    Before you can continue, however, you feel something strange. A presence— something obviously foreign entering the cyberspace for just a spare moment, unknown and unidentified, and disappearing from your view as quickly as it came.
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    Linger: Complete. August, 1995. I met him. A branch off Part 3. Mikiya keeps his promise to meet Azaka, and meets again with that mysterious girl he once found in the rain.
    Shinkai: Set in the Edo period. DHO-centric. As mysterious figures gather in the city, a young woman unearths the dark secrets of the Asakami family.
    The Dollkeeper: A Fate side-story. The memoirs of the last tuner of the Einzberns. A record of the end of a family.
    Overcount 2030: Extra x Notes. A girl with no memories is found by a nameless soldier, and wakes up to a world of war.

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