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A news broadcast plays on the television.
"...So, Mr. Elysium, what do you make of the rumors regarding the Viper?"
"There's been a lot of buzz around this figure lately- some say they've seen them or their associates making mysterious deals.
Put simply, they're a hoax. If there ever was a real Viper, they're probably dead or in hiding. The people just latched onto this idea and mythologized it- everything's so corporate nowadays, and they just wanted some brave hero to stand against it. There's no substance to it, though- people just love spreading lies."
A pair of boots clanks on the floor as a figure, lean and commanding, walks into the room.
"Hear that, boss? Turns out you're a hoax. Been taking orders from a myth all this time, eh?"
Her eyes flit over to the television. An interview with someone- seemingly a self-styled detective, big trench coat and all. Something about that face of his bothered her, though.
"A private eye in this day and age- a quite rare sight indeed, nigh absurdist. What era does he think he's in?"
"....Said the vampire to the samurai."
"If you have nothing better to do, at least waste your time with something more entertaining than this drivel. Preferably, find something better to do."
She walks out of the room, bringing up a holo-display of what are presumably classified files.
"Yeesh. She seem extra-hardass today to y'all?"
"I find this is her perpetual state of being- her firmitude of ass remains within typical bounds."
"If you say so."
meow
"Well hey, lil' fella! Where'd you come from?"
Your day is going along as usual. The bus pulls into your stop, and you get up to exit the bus.
And then something odd happens, as rain never forecasted quickly starts to pour down. An umbrella provides ample shelter, yet the sky is now dark, and the rain pounds down around you, puddles in the brick pavement reflecting the neon glow of the city.
And as the rain shades all under what shelter they can find, a figure walks up to you, seemingly impervious to the rain but still seeking solace.
Apologies, madam, but may I share your umbrella? We have something we must speak about.
There's one thing you can't help but notice.
The pin on his lapel bears the same emblem as one of the patches on the jacket of that flame-haired girl you saw with Masky earlier.
The emblem of a crown, of a Monarch.
ohh um... hi.. uh yeah... sorry... um... also what. who are you? what is it you want to speak about...?
[she seems wary and a bit stand-off-ish, but in a more cautious than agressive way]
"You may call me Count. It is a pleasure to meet you, but I must request we find more stable shelter from the rain before we continue, I cannot focus with that incessant pitter patter rattling around my ears."
um... i think the rain is nice....
[she follows, still very suspicious]
Seeing the suspicion in the passenger's eyes, he stops under a nearby awning, making sure his back is against the wall.
"Ah, that's better. Now, onto business. To put it simply, after your intrusion upon confidential matters involving one of my colleagues, you have stumbled into the gaze of my employer, who believed you may be of use to our cause."
sorry.. i didnt mean to, i was just.. i.. um... [she catches herself]
...cause? what do you mean?
[she loosens up a small bit, but not very much]
"I will not mince words- we have not the time. You have heard of GoodBus Incorporated, correct? I am sure you are familiar with their works, they permeate every acre of this world- and they would seek to weed out all those who could oppose them, and dissect anything that could be useful to them. My employer has deemed it time to do something about their tyranny. For that reason, she has chosen to assemble a task force of selected individuals to carry out the plan, a list both you and your mask-peddling compatriot were high on."
"Oh, and there's no need to be sorry. In fact, my employer is glad you appeared- your presence may prove invaluable. Ah, but I have rambled on too long- your thoughts on this most crucial of matters would very much be appreciated."
y- what? so youre... youre not with them? good bus, i mean...
[she seems taken completely off-guard]
can... sorry for asking. but, um, if i go along with this... do you. do you have somewhere i could maybe... uh... stay? somewhere safe? ...where they won't know im there?
"Do not fear- we would rather be raised at the gallows than have their blood-drenched hands as our puppeteer. We can offer safety and security from them, a place where none can find you save those you choose to trust, if that is what you seek."
thats a bit. uh. intense. but um. i, uh... w. uhm. i guess i could try... helping i mean. like with the plan. helping you with the... [she realizes that she's starting to ramble a bit and trails off] what do you need me to do?
"My apologies if I come off a bit strong. Past experiences with them may still shift my perspective- I'm sure you understand. If you wish to help, now is not yet the time. Wait, and you will be called when you are needed."
oh. uh ... alright. um... i uh.. i guess ill see you then?
[unusually long pause]
so um. i uh,,, um. s. so do i just like... go now?
[she isn't very good at ending conversations]
He thinks to himself for a moment, before extending a hand from his cloak.
"You still desired shelter from GBI, correct? Our offer is on the table whether you choose to assist us or not. Perhaps you could ponder the contract there? Do not worry- whether or not you choose to assist, to offer shelter is the least we could do."
oh... um. thank you. i uhh. i would like that. thank you...
"This way, then. Follow close- I do have a tendency to blend into the melange of the city, after all."
Exit stage right.
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Your day is going along as usual. The bus pulls into your stop, and you get up to exit the bus.
And then something odd happens, as rain never forecasted quickly starts to pour down. An umbrella provides ample shelter, yet the sky is now dark, and the rain pounds down around you, puddles in the brick pavement reflecting the neon glow of the city.
And as the rain shades all under what shelter they can find, a figure walks up to you, seemingly impervious to the rain but still seeking solace.
Apologies, madam, but may I share your umbrella? We have something we must speak about.
There's one thing you can't help but notice.
The pin on his lapel bears the same emblem as one of the patches on the jacket of that flame-haired girl you saw with Masky earlier.
The emblem of a crown, of a Monarch.
ohh um... hi.. uh yeah... sorry... um... also what. who are you? what is it you want to speak about...?
[she seems wary and a bit stand-off-ish, but in a more cautious than agressive way]
"You may call me Count. It is a pleasure to meet you, but I must request we find more stable shelter from the rain before we continue, I cannot focus with that incessant pitter patter rattling around my ears."
um... i think the rain is nice....
[she follows, still very suspicious]
Seeing the suspicion in the passenger's eyes, he stops under a nearby awning, making sure his back is against the wall.
"Ah, that's better. Now, onto business. To put it simply, after your intrusion upon confidential matters involving one of my colleagues, you have stumbled into the gaze of my employer, who believed you may be of use to our cause."
sorry.. i didnt mean to, i was just.. i.. um... [she catches herself]
...cause? what do you mean?
[she loosens up a small bit, but not very much]
"I will not mince words- we have not the time. You have heard of GoodBus Incorporated, correct? I am sure you are familiar with their works, they permeate every acre of this world- and they would seek to weed out all those who could oppose them, and dissect anything that could be useful to them. My employer has deemed it time to do something about their tyranny. For that reason, she has chosen to assemble a task force of selected individuals to carry out the plan, a list both you and your mask-peddling compatriot were high on."
"Oh, and there's no need to be sorry. In fact, my employer is glad you appeared- your presence may prove invaluable. Ah, but I have rambled on too long- your thoughts on this most crucial of matters would very much be appreciated."
y- what? so youre... youre not with them? good bus, i mean...
[she seems taken completely off-guard]
can... sorry for asking. but, um, if i go along with this... do you. do you have somewhere i could maybe... uh... stay? somewhere safe? ...where they won't know im there?
"Do not fear- we would rather be raised at the gallows than have their blood-drenched hands as our puppeteer. We can offer safety and security from them, a place where none can find you save those you choose to trust, if that is what you seek."
thats a bit. uh. intense. but um. i, uh... w. uhm. i guess i could try... helping i mean. like with the plan. helping you with the... [she realizes that she's starting to ramble a bit and trails off] what do you need me to do?
"My apologies if I come off a bit strong. Past experiences with them may still shift my perspective- I'm sure you understand. If you wish to help, now is not yet the time. Wait, and you will be called when you are needed."
oh. uh ... alright. um... i uh.. i guess ill see you then?
[unusually long pause]
so um. i uh,,, um. s. so do i just like... go now?
[she isn't very good at ending conversations]
He thinks to himself for a moment, before extending a hand from his cloak.
"You still desired shelter from GBI, correct? Our offer is on the table whether you choose to assist us or not. Perhaps you could ponder the contract there? Do not worry- whether or not you choose to assist, to offer shelter is the least we could do."
Your day is going along as usual. The bus pulls into your stop, and you get up to exit the bus.
And then something odd happens, as rain never forecasted quickly starts to pour down. An umbrella provides ample shelter, yet the sky is now dark, and the rain pounds down around you, puddles in the brick pavement reflecting the neon glow of the city.
And as the rain shades all under what shelter they can find, a figure walks up to you, seemingly impervious to the rain but still seeking solace.
Apologies, madam, but may I share your umbrella? We have something we must speak about.
There's one thing you can't help but notice.
The pin on his lapel bears the same emblem as one of the patches on the jacket of that flame-haired girl you saw with Masky earlier.
The emblem of a crown, of a Monarch.
ohh um... hi.. uh yeah... sorry... um... also what. who are you? what is it you want to speak about...?
[she seems wary and a bit stand-off-ish, but in a more cautious than agressive way]
"You may call me Count. It is a pleasure to meet you, but I must request we find more stable shelter from the rain before we continue, I cannot focus with that incessant pitter patter rattling around my ears."
um... i think the rain is nice....
[she follows, still very suspicious]
Seeing the suspicion in the passenger's eyes, he stops under a nearby awning, making sure his back is against the wall.
"Ah, that's better. Now, onto business. To put it simply, after your intrusion upon confidential matters involving one of my colleagues, you have stumbled into the gaze of my employer, who believed you may be of use to our cause."
sorry.. i didnt mean to, i was just.. i.. um... [she catches herself]
...cause? what do you mean?
[she loosens up a small bit, but not very much]
"I will not mince words- we have not the time. You have heard of GoodBus Incorporated, correct? I am sure you are familiar with their works, they permeate every acre of this world- and they would seek to weed out all those who could oppose them, and dissect anything that could be useful to them. My employer has deemed it time to do something about their tyranny. For that reason, she has chosen to assemble a task force of selected individuals to carry out the plan, a list both you and your mask-peddling compatriot were high on."
"Oh, and there's no need to be sorry. In fact, my employer is glad you appeared- your presence may prove invaluable. Ah, but I have rambled on too long- your thoughts on this most crucial of matters would very much be appreciated."
y- what? so youre... youre not with them? good bus, i mean...
[she seems taken completely off-guard]
can... sorry for asking. but, um, if i go along with this... do you. do you have somewhere i could maybe... uh... stay? somewhere safe? ...where they won't know im there?
"Do not fear- we would rather be raised at the gallows than have their blood-drenched hands as our puppeteer. We can offer safety and security from them, a place where none can find you save those you choose to trust, if that is what you seek."
thats a bit. uh. intense. but um. i, uh... w. uhm. i guess i could try... helping i mean. like with the plan. helping you with the... [she realizes that she's starting to ramble a bit and trails off] what do you need me to do?
"My apologies if I come off a bit strong. Past experiences with them may still shift my perspective- I'm sure you understand. If you wish to help, now is not yet the time. Wait, and you will be called when you are needed."
Your day is going along as usual. The bus pulls into your stop, and you get up to exit the bus.
And then something odd happens, as rain never forecasted quickly starts to pour down. An umbrella provides ample shelter, yet the sky is now dark, and the rain pounds down around you, puddles in the brick pavement reflecting the neon glow of the city.
And as the rain shades all under what shelter they can find, a figure walks up to you, seemingly impervious to the rain but still seeking solace.
Apologies, madam, but may I share your umbrella? We have something we must speak about.
There's one thing you can't help but notice.
The pin on his lapel bears the same emblem as one of the patches on the jacket of that flame-haired girl you saw with Masky earlier.
The emblem of a crown, of a Monarch.
ohh um... hi.. uh yeah... sorry... um... also what. who are you? what is it you want to speak about...?
[she seems wary and a bit stand-off-ish, but in a more cautious than agressive way]
"You may call me Count. It is a pleasure to meet you, but I must request we find more stable shelter from the rain before we continue, I cannot focus with that incessant pitter patter rattling around my ears."
um... i think the rain is nice....
[she follows, still very suspicious]
Seeing the suspicion in the passenger's eyes, he stops under a nearby awning, making sure his back is against the wall.
"Ah, that's better. Now, onto business. To put it simply, after your intrusion upon confidential matters involving one of my colleagues, you have stumbled into the gaze of my employer, who believed you may be of use to our cause."
sorry.. i didnt mean to, i was just.. i.. um... [she catches herself]
...cause? what do you mean?
[she loosens up a small bit, but not very much]
"I will not mince words- we have not the time. You have heard of GoodBus Incorporated, correct? I am sure you are familiar with their works, they permeate every acre of this world- and they would seek to weed out all those who could oppose them, and dissect anything that could be useful to them. My employer has deemed it time to do something about their tyranny. For that reason, she has chosen to assemble a task force of selected individuals to carry out the plan, a list both you and your mask-peddling compatriot were high on."
"Oh, and there's no need to be sorry. In fact, my employer is glad you appeared- your presence may prove invaluable. Ah, but I have rambled on too long- your thoughts on this most crucial of matters would very much be appreciated."
y- what? so youre... youre not with them? good bus, i mean...
[she seems taken completely off-guard]
can... sorry for asking. but, um, if i go along with this... do you. do you have somewhere i could maybe... uh... stay? somewhere safe? ...where they won't know im there?
"Do not fear- we would rather be raised at the gallows than have their blood-drenched hands as our puppeteer. We can offer safety and security from them, a place where none can find you save those you choose to trust, if that is what you seek."
Your day is going along as usual. The bus pulls into your stop, and you get up to exit the bus.
And then something odd happens, as rain never forecasted quickly starts to pour down. An umbrella provides ample shelter, yet the sky is now dark, and the rain pounds down around you, puddles in the brick pavement reflecting the neon glow of the city.
And as the rain shades all under what shelter they can find, a figure walks up to you, seemingly impervious to the rain but still seeking solace.
Apologies, madam, but may I share your umbrella? We have something we must speak about.
There's one thing you can't help but notice.
The pin on his lapel bears the same emblem as one of the patches on the jacket of that flame-haired girl you saw with Masky earlier.
The emblem of a crown, of a Monarch.
ohh um... hi.. uh yeah... sorry... um... also what. who are you? what is it you want to speak about...?
[she seems wary and a bit stand-off-ish, but in a more cautious than agressive way]
"You may call me Count. It is a pleasure to meet you, but I must request we find more stable shelter from the rain before we continue, I cannot focus with that incessant pitter patter rattling around my ears."
um... i think the rain is nice....
[she follows, still very suspicious]
Seeing the suspicion in the passenger's eyes, he stops under a nearby awning, making sure his back is against the wall.
"Ah, that's better. Now, onto business. To put it simply, after your intrusion upon confidential matters involving one of my colleagues, you have stumbled into the gaze of my employer, who believed you may be of use to our cause."
sorry.. i didnt mean to, i was just.. i.. um... [she catches herself]
...cause? what do you mean?
[she loosens up a small bit, but not very much]
"I will not mince words- we have not the time. You have heard of GoodBus Incorporated, correct? I am sure you are familiar with their works, they permeate every acre of this world- and they would seek to weed out all those who could oppose them, and dissect anything that could be useful to them. My employer has deemed it time to do something about their tyranny. For that reason, she has chosen to assemble a task force of selected individuals to carry out the plan, a list both you and your mask-peddling compatriot were high on."
"Oh, and there's no need to be sorry. In fact, my employer is glad you appeared- your presence may prove invaluable. Ah, but I have rambled on too long- your thoughts on this most crucial of matters would very much be appreciated."
Your radio connection goes completely silent, before crackling back to life, with a new voice on the line.
Hello there. John Doe, correct?
Hiii. That's me. Uh, who is this? Are you part of GBI? Nobody from GBI has come to talk to me yet.
The voice stifles a laugh at the idea of her being from GBI.
Listen. I can't tell you who I am, I'm taking enough of a risk reaching out to contact you in the first place. That said, I'm your best shot at getting out of there alive, so if I were you, I'd listen.
What the fuck do you mean getting me out alive. Hey. What
...You have no idea just what kind of trouble you're in, do you?
I dont know I've been here since like three-ish days ago
People don't just appear in the most fortified GBI stronghold in the known universe. At least, not without the UF distortions getting picked up from a billion parsecs away.
What the fuck are you saying
Maybe I was here before that??? I dont know how I got here man I woke up with these weird glasses on my face in front of a computer
Ah, the GBI mind control glasses. Makes sense.
The what
What the fuck are you talking about man.
[He sounds incredibly distraught.]
....Okay, I realize that sentence would sound slightly odd without context, just know your situation isn't exactly all that new.
You said you woke up with the glasses still on, right?
Yeah. They looked kinda broken, though.
You wouldn't be talking to us if they weren't broken.
Making GBI think you're still their pawn is probably the best way to stay alive long enough to escape, so if you could make them look a bit less broken keeping the glasses on will probably help keep up the ruse.
How ????
...Okay, there's a lot to potentially explain here, so I may need more clarification than just one word.
Um. How do I fix them. What do the glasses actually do. Why would GBI want to kill me?
First off, you don't want to fix them. I'm not joking when I say those glasses literally control your mind. It's scary shit.
Second off: For the same reason they had you mind-controlled in the first place. GBI's been hunting down and either controlling or imprisoning and even dissecting cryptids for decades, but after the disaster a year ago they've stepped up their game substantially. Put simply, they've likely decided you're too cryptid-esque to be left alone, and we both know what they do to cryptids.
Oh. Okay.
[John's voice is very, very quiet now.]
I look like a human...
Trust me when I say, they really, really don't care. Human, cryptid, they couldn't care less as long as they get something out of it. What matters now is surviving.
Sending in a strike team to attempt a rescue is too risky. Stay where you are, try not to draw any attention to yourself. We don't need any more casualties.
May the drakes guide your hand. Over and out.
[The radio connection cuts off, leaving you in silence once more.]

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Your radio connection goes completely silent, before crackling back to life, with a new voice on the line.
Hello there. John Doe, correct?
Hiii. That's me. Uh, who is this? Are you part of GBI? Nobody from GBI has come to talk to me yet.
The voice stifles a laugh at the idea of her being from GBI.
Listen. I can't tell you who I am, I'm taking enough of a risk reaching out to contact you in the first place. That said, I'm your best shot at getting out of there alive, so if I were you, I'd listen.
What the fuck do you mean getting me out alive. Hey. What
...You have no idea just what kind of trouble you're in, do you?
I dont know I've been here since like three-ish days ago
People don't just appear in the most fortified GBI stronghold in the known universe. At least, not without the UF distortions getting picked up from a billion parsecs away.
What the fuck are you saying
Maybe I was here before that??? I dont know how I got here man I woke up with these weird glasses on my face in front of a computer
Ah, the GBI mind control glasses. Makes sense.
The what
What the fuck are you talking about man.
[He sounds incredibly distraught.]
....Okay, I realize that sentence would sound slightly odd without context, just know your situation isn't exactly all that new.
You said you woke up with the glasses still on, right?
Yeah. They looked kinda broken, though.
You wouldn't be talking to us if they weren't broken.
Making GBI think you're still their pawn is probably the best way to stay alive long enough to escape, so if you could make them look a bit less broken keeping the glasses on will probably help keep up the ruse.
How ????
...Okay, there's a lot to potentially explain here, so I may need more clarification than just one word.
Um. How do I fix them. What do the glasses actually do. Why would GBI want to kill me?
First off, you don't want to fix them. I'm not joking when I say those glasses literally control your mind. It's scary shit.
Second off: For the same reason they had you mind-controlled in the first place. GBI's been hunting down and either controlling or imprisoning and even dissecting cryptids for decades, but after the disaster a year ago they've stepped up their game substantially. Put simply, they've likely decided you're too cryptid-esque to be left alone, and we both know what they do to cryptids.
Your radio connection goes completely silent, before crackling back to life, with a new voice on the line.
Hello there. John Doe, correct?
Hiii. That's me. Uh, who is this? Are you part of GBI? Nobody from GBI has come to talk to me yet.
The voice stifles a laugh at the idea of her being from GBI.
Listen. I can't tell you who I am, I'm taking enough of a risk reaching out to contact you in the first place. That said, I'm your best shot at getting out of there alive, so if I were you, I'd listen.
What the fuck do you mean getting me out alive. Hey. What
...You have no idea just what kind of trouble you're in, do you?
I dont know I've been here since like three-ish days ago
People don't just appear in the most fortified GBI stronghold in the known universe. At least, not without the UF distortions getting picked up from a billion parsecs away.
What the fuck are you saying
Maybe I was here before that??? I dont know how I got here man I woke up with these weird glasses on my face in front of a computer
Ah, the GBI mind control glasses. Makes sense.
The what
What the fuck are you talking about man.
[He sounds incredibly distraught.]
....Okay, I realize that sentence would sound slightly odd without context, just know your situation isn't exactly all that new.
You said you woke up with the glasses still on, right?
Yeah. They looked kinda broken, though.
You wouldn't be talking to us if they weren't broken.
Making GBI think you're still their pawn is probably the best way to stay alive long enough to escape, so if you could make them look a bit less broken keeping the glasses on will probably help keep up the ruse.
How ????
...Okay, there's a lot to potentially explain here, so I may need more clarification than just one word.
Your radio connection goes completely silent, before crackling back to life, with a new voice on the line.
Hello there. John Doe, correct?
Hiii. That's me. Uh, who is this? Are you part of GBI? Nobody from GBI has come to talk to me yet.
The voice stifles a laugh at the idea of her being from GBI.
Listen. I can't tell you who I am, I'm taking enough of a risk reaching out to contact you in the first place. That said, I'm your best shot at getting out of there alive, so if I were you, I'd listen.
What the fuck do you mean getting me out alive. Hey. What
...You have no idea just what kind of trouble you're in, do you?
I dont know I've been here since like three-ish days ago
People don't just appear in the most fortified GBI stronghold in the known universe. At least, not without the UF distortions getting picked up from a billion parsecs away.
What the fuck are you saying
Maybe I was here before that??? I dont know how I got here man I woke up with these weird glasses on my face in front of a computer
Ah, the GBI mind control glasses. Makes sense.
The what
What the fuck are you talking about man.
[He sounds incredibly distraught.]
....Okay, I realize that sentence would sound slightly odd without context, just know your situation isn't exactly all that new.
You said you woke up with the glasses still on, right?
Yeah. They looked kinda broken, though.
You wouldn't be talking to us if they weren't broken.
Making GBI think you're still their pawn is probably the best way to stay alive long enough to escape, so if you could make them look a bit less broken keeping the glasses on will probably help keep up the ruse.
Your radio connection goes completely silent, before crackling back to life, with a new voice on the line.
Hello there. John Doe, correct?
Hiii. That's me. Uh, who is this? Are you part of GBI? Nobody from GBI has come to talk to me yet.
The voice stifles a laugh at the idea of her being from GBI.
Listen. I can't tell you who I am, I'm taking enough of a risk reaching out to contact you in the first place. That said, I'm your best shot at getting out of there alive, so if I were you, I'd listen.
What the fuck do you mean getting me out alive. Hey. What
...You have no idea just what kind of trouble you're in, do you?
I dont know I've been here since like three-ish days ago
People don't just appear in the most fortified GBI stronghold in the known universe. At least, not without the UF distortions getting picked up from a billion parsecs away.
What the fuck are you saying
Maybe I was here before that??? I dont know how I got here man I woke up with these weird glasses on my face in front of a computer
Ah, the GBI mind control glasses. Makes sense.
The what
What the fuck are you talking about man.
[He sounds incredibly distraught.]
....Okay, I realize that sentence would sound slightly odd without context, just know your situation isn't exactly all that new.
You said you woke up with the glasses still on, right?
Your radio connection goes completely silent, before crackling back to life, with a new voice on the line.
Hello there. John Doe, correct?
Hiii. That's me. Uh, who is this? Are you part of GBI? Nobody from GBI has come to talk to me yet.
The voice stifles a laugh at the idea of her being from GBI.
Listen. I can't tell you who I am, I'm taking enough of a risk reaching out to contact you in the first place. That said, I'm your best shot at getting out of there alive, so if I were you, I'd listen.
What the fuck do you mean getting me out alive. Hey. What
...You have no idea just what kind of trouble you're in, do you?
I dont know I've been here since like three-ish days ago
People don't just appear in the most fortified GBI stronghold in the known universe. At least, not without the UF distortions getting picked up from a billion parsecs away.
What the fuck are you saying
Maybe I was here before that??? I dont know how I got here man I woke up with these weird glasses on my face in front of a computer
Ah, the GBI mind control glasses. Makes sense.

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Your day is going along as usual. The bus pulls into your stop, and you get up to exit the bus.
And then something odd happens, as rain never forecasted quickly starts to pour down. An umbrella provides ample shelter, yet the sky is now dark, and the rain pounds down around you, puddles in the brick pavement reflecting the neon glow of the city.
And as the rain shades all under what shelter they can find, a figure walks up to you, seemingly impervious to the rain but still seeking solace.
Apologies, madam, but may I share your umbrella? We have something we must speak about.
There's one thing you can't help but notice.
The pin on his lapel bears the same emblem as one of the patches on the jacket of that flame-haired girl you saw with Masky earlier.
The emblem of a crown, of a Monarch.
ohh um... hi.. uh yeah... sorry... um... also what. who are you? what is it you want to speak about...?
[she seems wary and a bit stand-off-ish, but in a more cautious than agressive way]
"You may call me Count. It is a pleasure to meet you, but I must request we find more stable shelter from the rain before we continue, I cannot focus with that incessant pitter patter rattling around my ears."
um... i think the rain is nice....
[she follows, still very suspicious]
Seeing the suspicion in the passenger's eyes, he stops under a nearby awning, making sure his back is against the wall.
"Ah, that's better. Now, onto business. To put it simply, after your intrusion upon confidential matters involving one of my colleagues, you have stumbled into the gaze of my employer, who believed you may be of use to our cause."
Your radio connection goes completely silent, before crackling back to life, with a new voice on the line.
Hello there. John Doe, correct?
Hiii. That's me. Uh, who is this? Are you part of GBI? Nobody from GBI has come to talk to me yet.
The voice stifles a laugh at the idea of her being from GBI.
Listen. I can't tell you who I am, I'm taking enough of a risk reaching out to contact you in the first place. That said, I'm your best shot at getting out of there alive, so if I were you, I'd listen.
What the fuck do you mean getting me out alive. Hey. What
...You have no idea just what kind of trouble you're in, do you?
I dont know I've been here since like three-ish days ago
People don't just appear in the most fortified GBI stronghold in the known universe. At least, not without the UF distortions getting picked up from a billion parsecs away.