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cartesianism2018-11-23 09:07 pm
cartesio) wrote in cartesianism2018-11-23 09:07 pm
Final Trial
Final Trial
It takes a few minutes after everyone talks with the generic mannequin. The easygoing conversation, the bragging from Gant, Keith's exasperation, it all stops when a very heavy and ominous presence fills the room.
It's the Sergeant. He's standing on the doorway, arms crossed. The shadows on his face wriggle, he seems to be rather furious, but is restraining himself from lashing out
Slowly the Sergeant enters the workshop. Behind him, the door slowly disappears, fading away, until where the door was now there's only a smooth wall. The Sergeant raises an arm, the entire room shakes.
All the mannequins fly up to the ceiling, the one that was now Damon Gant turned back into the empty husk the mannequin was before. The one with a t-pose has the same fate. Once all the mannequins are up on the ceiling, the operation tables are uprooted, bolts and screws flying around. The tables are twisted in the air, formed into knots, disassembled and assembled all over again, until several rustic podiums are formed and deposited on the ground.
Seven podiums, with him at the center. The Sergeant crosses his arms and speaks:
Is it a rhetorical question? Who knows. You still have to answer, though
"I think it's about time this circus stopped"
"I should have guessed you bunch would take advantage of all that noise and ruckus to sneak in here. I was careless, I admit. 'Oh, this is over in like four hours, it will be okay if I step away to deal with that'. Careless."
All the mannequins fly up to the ceiling, the one that was now Damon Gant turned back into the empty husk the mannequin was before. The one with a t-pose has the same fate. Once all the mannequins are up on the ceiling, the operation tables are uprooted, bolts and screws flying around. The tables are twisted in the air, formed into knots, disassembled and assembled all over again, until several rustic podiums are formed and deposited on the ground.
Seven podiums, with him at the center. The Sergeant crosses his arms and speaks:
"Get on those spots. Tell me...
...how much do you know?"
no subject
Oh, huh... I always thought I would be better at what I do if I was more confident. You know, confidence in one's actions! I could actually feel good about it all, couldn't I? That's what I was going to wish for if I won. I don't think I can ever be like Dabi-san, but I guess I could be fine like this. But, but, what do you mean by "mastermind-y?" Or new body, for that matter?
[All right, so that's how it is without maintenance. Can she find anything that says what the maintenance would be? Keeping in mind that she's pretty good at interpreting computer data, being a spy and all.]
no subject
[The way he talks about it it does sound like it's really doable.
From what Niwa reads, it seems the maintenance will add stability to the simulation. It's in shambles right now. It's a surprise everything is still standing instead of falling apart in a mess of code and minds.
No wonder there were so many problems throughout these two months with locations popping up and dead people affecting the living side. This is all held with the code equivalent of duct tape]
no subject
....But hey. If this is capable of fixing that, would she be able to just do stuff manually? Maybe make things even worse? Like, if the instability is what helped the dead talk to them, there might be a way to glitch them together. Possibly with those mannequins up there.... she's going to look into this.]
Eeeh.... that's pretty hard to imagine! What do these influencers do exactly?
no subject
Instigate. I'm sure you've noticed, there are a few of you missing from the enrichment list, after all.
[ He gestures to the percentages, those things. ]
no subject
Mmm... yeah, that's right! I was one of those, huh? Then, if Dabi-san was here, you're saying he could even influence me? Gosh! If only he didn't die....
no subject
[Sarge paid attention to his interactions with people and used them to dig deeper into the targets' minds and set up more stuff, pretty much]
If you want it, I can even give you his powers. I have the ability to do such thing, after all.
As long as you accept the rest of the terms -- getting out of the simulation, that is.
no subject
[Niwatori puts a hand on her cheek in a kyaa kyaa kind of gesture.]
You know just how to win me over, Sarge-san... but if I'm going to be a mastermind, shouldn't I be the one picking out how to max my stats? I mean, having you do it... I didn't get here by trusting people. If you could tell me the key to that, though, I think that would be good enough insurance for me to agree....
no subject
[Of course he knows about the device]
no subject
Do you really think I care about helping any of these people. I literally don't.
How about we trade then? Give me access and I'll kill that brat Sakura for you. She's a failure by your standards. Only 5% corruption, huh? Your bosses won't like that at all, don't you think you should sweep it under the rug?
no subject
no subject
no subject
[Sergeant doesn't seem willing to jump at the chance of someone dying]
no subject
Wouldn't you do exactly the same thing, if you were in my shoes?
no subject
[Somehow, that's a good argument. The Sergeant considers that]
...I see.
[You have done progress towards the current objective!]
I guess I would.