[...No, this they have to push back on. At least a little.]
Hey, a start's a start. Every path is different, so some steps may be harder to take than others. That's why I have to give credit for the steps that *are* taken.
Dante, you will be getting a visit from a little birdie from me soon! Keep an eye out for your present!
[Another hummingbird drone has been flying around the door to Dante's room for some time after the first message was sent, this one almost looks like it's made of ice. It's carrying a small box containing a particular ring. A second message comes shortly after the first one-]
Oh yeah, I am sending you a little box code. Scan that and download the file, it will upgrade your implant so you can wear digital clothing! It's safe and it will get you set up, I swear~
[Attached is an one-use QR code meant for Dante, in which it will upgrade their implant software for the style upgrade.]
Always happy to help. Just let me know if you guys ever need anything, okay? Not that I don't intend to check in, but all of us being on different teams makes it a little more difficult than usual.
[ and so comes time for the promised fishing trip.
it's cheap to rent a pair of rods and a boat to go out on, captain in tow. though he warns the two that they might be waiting a while time lest they head to the warmer waters of okinawa; it doesn't bother malkuth any, apparently, so maybe fish... isn't what she's after.
nonetheless. they can sit on the far end of the fishing boat, trapping wriggling worms on their hooks. ]
It's harder than it looks, huh?
[ making sure you don't get hooked in the process......... ]
[Now that they're on the boat like this, this whole outing doesn't seem anything at all like a date--or, at least, nothing they imagined a date would be like. It's for the best in the end, now that they've had time to connect the dots and let the facts sink in.
Malkuth: one of L Corp's "Sephirah," head of the Control team who, from the documents Meursault summarized during the team's brief appearance in L Corp's Headquarters, treated her employees like parts of a machine.
She doesn't seem the type, but... they aren't one of her employees either. And her voice does match the one they've heard from their PDA--an "announcer" plugin dredged up from Mephistopheles's engine during one of the four Walpurgis Nights.
To think they'd be out on a "date" with one department head and neighbors with another... The world--this world in particular--works in mysterious ways.]
No kidding. Wish I'd had an older pair of gloves to bring.
[Though given all the nicks and scrapes their current pair has acquired from their clumsy attempts at hooking the worm, they were well on their way to becoming just what they'd needed to begin with.]
I keep thinking I've almost got it, but it moves at the last second.
Page 3 of 6