[NULL] Glitching Out [H3, M3]

edited June 2017 in nullptr-veil
Havana, with the guards, and the Neon Pagoda in your rear-view mirror, you finally have some time to breathe. Glitch stops you as you turn into an alleyway several blocks from the Pagoda, and puts a hand on your shoulder. He's out of breath. "Wait... I just need a second... Where are you taking me?"

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  • edited June 2017
    I don't stop walking with purpose, but unsure where to go...

    "I haven't quite noodled that out yet," I answer truthfully, "did you notice someone was tailing us? You, I think. You've been tagged as a threat.... by someone. You're not safe Glitch."

    I lay it on him. He hasn't done anything but intentions have made him a target. This is beyond me... beyond my pay grade. I'm going to need help.

    "If you trust me," I then glance at him, "I'll see if we can't keep you dark until we sort this..." I keep walking, "If you want to go your own way, it's your skin."
  • Glitch is very reluctantly keeping up. His sleeve is a little malnourished, and you can tell he's drunker than he thought he was. He doesn't know what to make of someone following him – you can see him try to recall details, but they aren't coming to him. "I... I guess? If you say so. Look, if someone was trailing us, it was either the Daimyo's folks, or ... I dunno." You can tell he has another idea, but his mind is rejecting it.

    "Look, I'll go wherever you want. I told my sis I'd take care of this... I can't face her until I make that right — and since it looks like you've got a penchant for saving my ass..." He trails off, shrugging suggestively.
  • edited June 2017
    As we walk I send a message to Salomé, "keeping this guy out of your signal range, expect no trouble from this guy tonight. Hope we didn't stir up too much on our way out."

    I lead Glitch off the mains, take to the narrow, damp little alleys between and behind and below. The veil is everywhere, but there's gaps and our presence should be that much harder to trace.

    I lead him to one of the seedy little public plug-bars... where you can juice your sleeve and swim into the veil on borrowed signal without a physical care. We can plug in a public port here and I can send a call for help to Nem... she's helped me in the past when I needed to get lost.

    I pause, though... is this guy worth what it's going to take? This is a big favor to pull for ... basically a stranger. But I feel for the guy... I feel him.

    "Whatever happens, you don't owe me shit... I'm on the books for tonight, don't even ask me who. It doesn't matter... I'm just glad I didn't see you get wiped."

    I'll send a message to Nem once we get situated. Access here is cheap, if not reliable. And yeah, I've been in places like this before if not this particular dive.

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    Glitch follows you into the bar, his now sweaty sleeve collapsing into the old chair. If this wasn't such a public place, you think he might fall asleep where he sits.

    You tell him he doesn't owe you anything, but you know it doesn't work that way... Not with him, or anyone else for that matter. He shakes his head, "that ain't right. You should own my ass right now... I owe you my life."

    Take 1-Giri over Glitch for saving his life.

    Mnemosyne, You're in the middle of a dive when you receive a ping from Havana. Do you invite her to a private room of yours? Or do you meet her out in the public space of the veil?
  • I know it... but with Giri comes attachment. And like it or not I'm connected to this guy. For now. I should ditch him and report, probably. Report that I neutralized a threat and hope for some kind of bonus pay for the gig.... but I ain't like that.

    "Yeah?" I answer him, "make sure you don't waste it, right?"

    I try to settle my mind and wait to hear from Nem. It shouldn't take long at the speed of thought through the Veil. But I know I'm probably the last person she expected to hear from. It's been a long time.
  • edited June 2017
    No, a private room, considering the code they used to reach me. I've just evaded some particularly inventive security to access some files Research to find a good place for Sarah to go outside of Osprey. The effort has left me feeling fairly powerful.

    Havana calls, and while I feel a pulse of anxiety, considering what they've seen of my weaker moments, I rapidly develop a construct for us to meet inside.
  • edited June 2017
    Rolling Construct with Powerful

    (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 3, 2. Total: 6)
  • Sorry, actually with cyberbrain. Same same. And that's a botch.
  • My identity is fluid, Mnemosyne herself helped me set it up. It's difficult to disappear from the Veil, but everyone who scans me sees something a little different. It's not subterfuge, but anonymity that I'm looking for. And that makes using even this less-than-perfect connection just a bit safer... to an observer it'll look like Nem is speaking to some random stranger.

    Rolling to help: +2Peaceful (Feeling Trusting of Nem)
    (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 6, 2. Total: 10)

  • The veil flows thickly here, for whatever reason. There are times when making a construct is more of an art than a science. Havana's connection, their fluidity, gives me an unexpected element and I'm able to weave it into the fabric of the construct.
    While it is small and I have to actively maintain it, it is a very secure connection.

    "Hello, Havana-san. This is an unexpected honor after so long, but not an unwelcome one."
  • I settle comfortable into the construct.
    The veil feels not quite as home as not, but I can operate in either place.

    Mnemosyne is beautiful and confident here, and through her concentration I feel trust and strength. Like I'm welcomed into her realm.

    "Mnemosyne, so good to sense you again," I use her full name, saying it is like singing and I like how it feels, "wouldn't you know, I've got myself a little problem and I feel you may have my answers..."

    I feel Glitch waiting nearby. He doesn't know how lucky he's been today.

    "Someone's with me here... someone in need of shelter from eyes and minds."
  • edited June 2017

    Interesing. Havana's seeming ease in the construct. They're someone who has the potential to truly inhabit the veil. It's not as common as you might think.

    "I see... Tell me what you have in mind, and the circumstances. How long and how extensively is said shelter required?"

  • I pause. Because I have no idea... wait.
    I do have some idea.

    "The situation is serious," I explain without too much detail, "someone may be tracing us... and it feels bigger than I know. He needs to disappear until things settle... I'm sorry I don't know how long that is. I just hope I've come out clean."

    I realize I may be tagged, but... I'm hard to pin down unless you know me. And I was on the payroll so I shouldn't be too suspect.

    "I realize I ask too much of you, but you're the best wizard I know."
  • edited June 2017

    I give them a slight bow. "I'm honored by the compliment, Havana-san. Are you claiming my giri to you then, or do you intend some other arrangement?"

  • edited July 2017
    I pause again. Nobody likely notices, although Mnemosyne is quite perceptive. But not long. I made my choice when I helped this guy from danger rather than bring security down on him. He would be dead right now if I'd chosen the easy way.

    "I am," I say with casual confidence, "protect him from harm, for the time being. And ensure that we can't be traced..." though a dark specter following us gives me pause... that was meat-space. Someone had eyes on us... I'll explain to Mnemosyne later.
  • edited July 2017

    I nod.

    “Very well, I can temporarily spoof his chip to a courier and mask his current signal as a maintenance subroutine and overwrite his local presence. The more thorough work will necessitate an in-person meeting and an entirely off-line construct. I can arrange the isolation but it will take some time.”

    I open my hand, and offer her what looks like an exquisitely sculpted chocolate.

    “Have him incorporate this code. It should give me what I need to access him and make the necessary changes. Convey that doing this constitutes an agreement for me to do whatever is necessary… and it’s not without risk.”

  • "Understood," I answer. I'm pretty good at making my feeling... they are my trade... but as much as I'm nervous about this whole thing. Getting so close to a would be assassin of a direct relative of the Daimyo, I'm relieved to have shared the burden with someone I trust.

    "When you have the space, we'll be there," I add, and obfuscate the code-bite on my person. I'll explain to Glitch once we're disconnected.

    "Thank you, Mnemosyne," I consider for a moment, her feelings... she's hard to read in here. In the construct. "I look forward to seeing you again."

  • "And I, you, Havana-san. Good fortune."

    Do I truly? It is something I question. Not for Havana herself but for my own feelings of vulnerability to her.

    I bow once again and unspool the construct.
  • Glitch is waiting for you in the public lounge when you exit the room, Havana. He approaches you, and waits expectantly for your plan.
  • The construct is gone and I'm back with Glitch in the little lounge. I approach him, close, and whisper, "we're in luck..." I let a moment of anticipation build, "Someone will help."

    I take his hand, subtly, between us and open it. The digital chocolate flickers into being in my palm, the skin of my wrist and hand flicker with pinpricks of light, and I place it in his hand.

    "Take this. Run the code and she'll help... it means you agree to do whatever's necessary and she's free to do whatever she needs to protect you. To protect both of us... if you don't want this. Walk out the door and good luck."

    I nod, though, and on my face he can clearly see that if he's smart... he wants this.
  • edited July 2017
    Glitch hesitates, a part of him resisting executing this black box on his neurochip without asking questions — but this is you we're talking about, and if you were out to kill him, you've had ample opportunities to have done that by now.

    He reaches out, and his hand hovers over the "chocolate". He sighs, pausing just a moment longer before he taps it, and his eyes roll back into his head...

    Mnemosyne, roll Reconfigure, please.
  • edited July 2017

    Reconfigure
    (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 5, 4. Total: 10)
  • There's a short pause that feels like an eternity as Glitch's neurochip works away at processing the new code. Then, almost as quickly as it started, it's over. His eyes return to normal, his balance returns, and he shakes his head. You feel weird looking at him — like you're not supposed to be looking at him. His glitched out UUID transmitter stops transmitting, and he seems to fall off the grid.

    "Woah," he finally whispers, "that was fucked. What was that? Who's helping us?"
  • This is a mind trip, watching Glitch sort of fade from the Veil. He's there... just as much as always, but the metadata, visual enhancements, physical tracking... it's all gone. Reminds me of Rostum, really, but this is deliberate, not just incidental.

    "Only the best wizard in town," I answer. It's hard, even though I had nothing at all to do with this, not to feel kind of awesome about it. Holding the knowledge close to my chest feels like I'm responsible for this.

    "You probably shouldn't go home," I glance around the place to make sure nodobly's eyes-on us as we start to get up to leave, "let's lay low until we're called in. Wizard's going to want to meet you."
  • Glitch is in complete awe of you. You see him, as he is, for the first time. A young man of moderate build, several QR code tattoos clearly intended for augmented reality. He's dressed in a simple tank-top and jeans, with a loose-fitting scarf wrapped around his neck, and a large toque concealing his thick hair.

    He nods in agreement, "my sister would likely look there first, anyway... Can... Can I stay with you?" There's a hint of something in his voice — something mixed in with the hope that he can repay you, somehow.
  • edited July 2017
    I look at him dryly, hint of a smile, "I probably shouldn't go home either," I head out the door with him onto the street. Take in the disappointing sight of the humid, mostly gray street.

    I glance at him, without the augmentation of the veil he's just... a normal looking guy. I wonder when he got those codes. Old tech... there's cleaner ways to shine. If you've got the creds.

    I sigh, "it's probably not what you expect..." I shrug slightly, I don't invite people home often. It doesn't fit my image, and in my line of work I'm more often crashing at someone else's place when overnight's happen.

    "Come on then," I heard that hope in his voice. And truth is the guy's not bad to look at, "let's get off the street."

    I lead him home.
  • Glitch doesn't hesitate to take you up on the offer, and happily follows you back home to the tubes. The rain is coming down pretty hard now, and people are rushing to get out of it. Glitch gets bumped into a few times, as people don't really know to move out of the way for him — his veiled presence diluted almost entirely from their senses. You get on the way you always have — slipping between the sea of people and emotions, largely unperturbed until you're home.

    Some time passes. Nobody comes for you – or at least not yet. Glitch has been working frantically to find a place to stay other than your place, but hasn't been successful, as everyone he knows would be in his sister's circle. How has sharing your living space been?
  • Sharing is weird. I've spent plenty of nights at someone or other's place... seldom at mine. And he's not here cause I'm into him either, which is just weirder.

    He sees me tuned down... not completely, but I'm not all glam for the clubs, or even flashy for daily living. He met me at this elegant place where I was keeping it down low and I leave it like that. No, we don't sleep together.

    I'm not surprised he's having trouble. He's wanted by the Daimyo, like as not, and even worse by that unknown stalker. I tell him just to wait until we've seen the wizard,
    but maybe he doesn't want to owe me more, or he just wants to look sharp in front of me so he's trying to find his own safety. Good for him... but not likely.

    If he's here long enough then I head out to "work" and leave him... I don't think he's going to rip me off. But he's got to avoid drawing attention. My living space is on the line, but so is his actual life. So... I think he'll be good.

    He is a good looking guy, though... hope he likes take out.
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