[ A door ahead of him and just to the left hisses open. ]
Come this way. Left, left, right, straight, up the stairs, and through the open door at the end of the hallway.
[ It's a ten minute walk through the metal hallways of the ship, which finally spits him out in a place that looks fairly similar to this. Iota's there, standing in front of the table. ]
[ She turns to the main screen, which blinks and flickers abruptly, before resolving itself into the image of an infirmary. It's fairly clean, except … for the surgical tray with bloodstained tools strewn all over it, one of the beds being obviously missing, and one of the doors being … half-welded?? it looks like somebody (Kaito and Aoko?) tried welding it shut to trap whatever's on the other side.
Oh, and the broken glass and green gelatin all over the floor?? ]
[ PROPERTY DAMAGE. ]
[ Aoko and Kaito are both there, wearing some kind of military uniform! Aoko's got a grappling hook and a sci-fi staff, while Kaito has a LASER GUN. They seem to be bickering, teasing each other … Kaito's so into it that he doesn't notice what's going on behind him. A tiny alien is squeezing itself through a crack in the door, and then it's charging for Kaito, blade raised. ]
[ Kaito doesn't notice, but Aoko sure does. ]
[ She jumps forward, shoving Kaito out of the way, staff swinging to whack the alien—which. works. Kaito is out of the way, and Aoko landed a solid hit, but so did the alien: it's blade pierces Aoko's stomach, below the piece of armor protecting her chest. ]
[Okay, they're bantering. Bantering is a good sign, they're dealing. No blood on him, so blood is just scenery. They're fine, they're okay. Making a mess, but of course the-]
[KAITO WHY AREN'T YOU PAYING ATTENTION.]
AOKO!
[Oh, that's the highest pitch so far.]
[And he's reaching for the screen before LITTLE SISTER]
[ Kaito, on the screen, is yelling Aoko's name and reaching for her. She just stands there, blinking hard like she's bewildered, her hands pressed over her stomach.
"I'm ... fine?" she responds, when Kaito demands to know if she's okay. PREDICTABLY ENOUGH he is skeptical.
"Fine?! You were just --" he tugs her hands away, revealing ... nothing much! just a tiny little scratch, instead of a gaping, bloody wound. " -- stabbed?" ]
[ The alien, meanwhile, seems to have glitched out and disappeared, leaving the number '50' hovering in the air in its place before it too disappears. ]
Kaito shot an alien earlier in the game, and became aware that damage dealt did not lead to injury in the typical sense. [ Iota sinks into a crouch, weight resting lightly on the balls of her feet. ]
[ Meanwhile, up on the screen ...! The pair of intrepid explorers are in what appears to be a huge mess hall, bickering and bantering away. UNTIL, WITH A LOUD CRASH ------
A giant purple tentacle bursts out of the floor by the entrance, cutting off their escape! Good thing Aoko brought a grappling gun - she and Kaito grab each other, and up they go, into the rafters. ]
[ It's Kaito's turn to be cool now! Aoko brought the grappling gun, but she doesn't know how to get from it onto the beam itself … Kaito helps her up—or starts to! A lashing tentacle interrupts, intent on smacking her out of the air, only to be sent reeling back by a prompt, pointed shot from Kaito's laser gun.
Aoko's left dangling for a moment, as four more tentacles come bursting out of the ground. He holds them off, firing with precision! But he doesn't abandon her—he splits his attention, easily helping her up without losing focus on what he's doing. He keeps his hand on her even when she's safely on the rafter next to him. ]
[ Nobody had been kidding when they said he was a damn good shot. ]
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Will you explain your concerns to me?
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Come this way. Left, left, right, straight, up the stairs, and through the open door at the end of the hallway.
[ It's a ten minute walk through the metal hallways of the ship, which finally spits him out in a place that looks fairly similar to this. Iota's there, standing in front of the table. ]
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[Okay, this stuff is pretty normal to him.]
Where are they?
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[ She turns to the main screen, which blinks and flickers abruptly, before resolving itself into the image of an infirmary. It's fairly clean, except … for the surgical tray with bloodstained tools strewn all over it, one of the beds being obviously missing, and one of the doors being … half-welded?? it looks like somebody (Kaito and Aoko?) tried welding it shut to trap whatever's on the other side.
Oh, and the broken glass and green gelatin all over the floor?? ]
[ PROPERTY DAMAGE. ]
[ Aoko and Kaito are both there, wearing some kind of military uniform! Aoko's got a grappling hook and a sci-fi staff, while Kaito has a LASER GUN. They seem to be bickering, teasing each other … Kaito's so into it that he doesn't notice what's going on behind him. A tiny alien is squeezing itself through a crack in the door, and then it's charging for Kaito, blade raised. ]
[ Kaito doesn't notice, but Aoko sure does. ]
[ She jumps forward, shoving Kaito out of the way, staff swinging to whack the alien—which. works. Kaito is out of the way, and Aoko landed a solid hit, but so did the alien: it's blade pierces Aoko's stomach, below the piece of armor protecting her chest. ]
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[KAITO WHY AREN'T YOU PAYING ATTENTION.]
AOKO!
[Oh, that's the highest pitch so far.]
[And he's reaching for the screen before LITTLE SISTER]
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"I'm ... fine?" she responds, when Kaito demands to know if she's okay. PREDICTABLY ENOUGH he is skeptical.
"Fine?! You were just --" he tugs her hands away, revealing ... nothing much! just a tiny little scratch, instead of a gaping, bloody wound. " -- stabbed?" ]
[ The alien, meanwhile, seems to have glitched out and disappeared, leaving the number '50' hovering in the air in its place before it too disappears. ]
[ IOTA SEEMS PLEASED AS PUNCH :D ]
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[Oh, she's fine.]
[He might collapse to his knees and just breathes, trying to get his heart to stop pounding.]
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[ That is not the expected reaction, where is the praise? ]
[ STANDING IN FRONT OF HIM ]
Puma? Your heart rate is significantly elevated.
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We have instinctual reactions to certain things. If violence seems real, we're going to react like it's real. So all the psychological damage applies.
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[ She still seems so puzzled. ]
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It'd hurt, because he's there and it's not on a screen.
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[ CAN YOU FEEL THEM ]
Has the game traumatized you?
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[ Sorry, she's staring. ]
[ First at you, and then at the screen. ]
[ She seems ... thoughtful? ]
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Better for a virtual reality that it doesn't....seem real. Gives a disconnect and doesn't go against what's in our heads.
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You would be very upset with me if the hurt had been real.
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Even if the exercise had not been pointlessly cruel?
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Are you suggesting that if, under any circumstances, I hurt her in particular, you will never forgive me?
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Noted.
[ Meanwhile, up on the screen ...! The pair of intrepid explorers are in what appears to be a huge mess hall, bickering and bantering away. UNTIL, WITH A LOUD CRASH ------
A giant purple tentacle bursts out of the floor by the entrance, cutting off their escape! Good thing Aoko brought a grappling gun - she and Kaito grab each other, and up they go, into the rafters. ]
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[ALSO FFFF, WHY TENTA-]
[Oh]
[Yes, go be cool, Aoko.]
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[ It's Kaito's turn to be cool now! Aoko brought the grappling gun, but she doesn't know how to get from it onto the beam itself … Kaito helps her up—or starts to! A lashing tentacle interrupts, intent on smacking her out of the air, only to be sent reeling back by a prompt, pointed shot from Kaito's laser gun.
Aoko's left dangling for a moment, as four more tentacles come bursting out of the ground. He holds them off, firing with precision! But he doesn't abandon her—he splits his attention, easily helping her up without losing focus on what he's doing. He keeps his hand on her even when she's safely on the rafter next to him. ]
[ Nobody had been kidding when they said he was a damn good shot. ]
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