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[Quest | Self; L]

Postby Sarah » 09/13/2017 8:18 PM

“You are an idiot… Such an idiot,” the woman lets out a shaky sigh and drops her head, no longer able to look at her reflection. Her hands grip the porcelain sink as though it might keep her head above the quickly rising water a little longer. It won’t. She dug her grave and now she had to go out and face the funeral procession.

It wasn’t… She shouldn’t… Her mind was still reeling, trying to find a way out of this. Any way other than leaving the bathroom. Anything to escape the death that was coming.
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Re: [Quest | Self; L]

Postby Sarah » 09/13/2017 8:19 PM

She looked up, her eyes glancing over to the tiny bathroom window. She was small, she could make it out. Surely the drop was better than going back into the lion’s den.

Maybe she hadn’t been spotted. No one might know yet. She considered her arm for a moment, the skin torn to reveal metal underneath. There was no way she got away unnoticed. A cyborg among flesh. The ultimate betrayal of humankind. She was a monster, and now she was a failure. There was no mercy for someone like her, not from the creatures made of flesh.
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Re: [Quest | Self; L]

Postby Sarah » 09/13/2017 8:19 PM

“Marce?” A shaky voice called from the door.

Marceline stiffened. Of course, they’d come looking for her. After what happened. Even if they hadn’t seen her arm, they would be concerned for her wellbeing. Curse their kind natures.

“Y-yeah,” Marceline replied. Her voice was still level and human sounding. Her affirmation was more to let them know she was alive and in fact in the bathroom than an invitation, but they barged in anyways. Naturally they would all be concerned all at once – and demand her space to make sure she was fine.
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Re: [Quest | Self; L]

Postby Sarah » 09/13/2017 8:19 PM

As they filed in she moved slowly backwards. Her arm awkwardly bent and hidden behind her. Her back eventually flush with the bathroom wall. Just above was the small escape she’d considered not even a moment ago.

“What’s up?” she asked, thanking her creator that the voice modulator was not placed in her lower left arm.

“Well,” It was Jazz, condescending as you please, who spoke up first, the ass. “After the tussle, of what appears to be hired hitmen, we found you missing. Thought they might have snagged you from us and taken you away. Instead you’re holed up in here hiding your arm,” he explained slowly.
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Re: [Quest | Self; L]

Postby Sarah » 09/13/2017 8:20 PM

“Strange indeed,” Marceline said, as if she hadn’t the slightest clue as to what had happened.

“What’s wrong with your arm Marce?” Jazz asked flatly.

“Nothing, nothing,” she said, waving him off with her free hand. So, they hadn’t seen. That or they wanted to get her to admit it herself. Either way, she was mostly certain there was no escape. Not unless she cut them all down, and then everyone in the bar beyond them. It was a terrible idea. One she was putting a lot of thought into now.
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Re: [Quest | Self; L]

Postby Sarah » 09/13/2017 8:20 PM

“It is most certainly not nothing,” Hannah snapped lightly. “Those mercs were coming after you,” she said rather pointedly. “Looks a bit like you knew they were coming too,” she added quietly.

“I didn’t I swear,” Marceline said quickly. “I just knew something like this would happen sooner or later,” she grumbled.

“Well, let’s see the damage then, so we can all move on,” Jazz said firmly.

Marceline sighed. It’s not worth it, but its death either way… She supposed she knew they’d be the ones to put her down eventually. Slowly she pulled her arm from behind her back, wincing slightly as the exposed machinery came into their view. It wasn’t damaged, but the skin would take a while to regrow… Her creator was good, she was as finely made as they came.
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Re: [Quest | Self; L]

Postby Sarah » 09/13/2017 8:20 PM

Not only had they lost their already jumpy mark, but she had now revealed herself to be a traitor. The five of them took her admission quite well, either that or they were at a loss for words. Marceline knew she was. How they didn’t run her through on the spot was becoming increasingly baffling.

“Damn,” Hannah hissed. “To think we let the other four go off to get the mark… They’re gunna be so jealous,” she whispered. Awe was dawning in all of their eyes, and Marceline wasn’t sure if that was worse than accusations and hate.
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Re: [Quest | Self; L]

Postby Sarah » 09/13/2017 8:21 PM

“You… you’re a robot,” Kel pointed out, finding his voice.

“Not exactly?” Marceline offered. “Robot enough I suppose,” she added.

“You’re maker?” Jazz let his question go unfinished. Now they would see where her loyalties lied. No synth could disobey a creator, at least not in their eyes.

“Dead,” Marceline lied easily. He wasn’t, but she also wanted to live. “A long time ago, along with most of my ‘siblings’,” she finished. She knew they were all wondering why she had come to them. Why continue killing when her creator no longer had power over her. Because she liked it? Because it was the reason she was created? Because it was all she had ever known?
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Re: [Quest | Self; L]

Postby Sarah » 09/13/2017 8:21 PM

Marceline had been a thug, a mercenary, personal guard, and now she was in a complicated position in the war. Tracking down war criminals that wandered too far away from either side. Bounty hunters almost, considering their lack of taking a true side. Although they were technically employed by the Imperials.

“You seem like you’re going to die from fright. Are we that terrifying?” Jazz asked. They’d all looked relieved when she told them her creator was dead. The tension in the room was all but gone.
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Re: [Quest | Self; L]

Postby Sarah » 09/13/2017 8:21 PM

“You’ve all had the best reaction anyone has ever had when facing a synth,” Marceline replied. Albeit this was the first time she’d ever truly been caught. Before she’d revealed herself to someone who was already dead, and they always died with hate in their hearts.

“Hired thugs?” Hannah reminded them.

“Left over from some of my… independent days,” Marceline reassured them. Even she did not know who had sent them or why. She wasn’t exactly loved, but so few knew her face.
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Re: [Quest | Self; L]

Postby Sarah » 09/13/2017 8:22 PM

Kel’s head turned back towards the door. “I bet the boys have the mark right about now,” he said. The bathroom was far beyond stuffy at that point.

“We’ll keep your secret safe with us. The other guys need to know, but… You’re always welcome here Marce,” Jazz said. Ever the benevolent leader now that she was not perceived as a threat.

It took all she had just to nod. They left the room, time to pack up once more. Hannah lingered for a moment, and offered her a small smile. Marceline couldn’t help but return it, they were the only two women in the group, and it seemed Hannah was still of that opinion.
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Re: [Quest | Self; L]

Postby Sarah » 09/13/2017 8:22 PM

When she was alone again she sank down the wall and held her head in her hands, as best as she could manage. They knew. They were going to protect her. They accepted her. For now, she was safe, and she was probably stuck with them forever. If she ever left… She knew they would track her down and kill her then. Synths never got away from those who knew their secret and lived to tell the tale.

Too bad she hadn’t the slightest idea what she was going to do once Jazz began to inquire about her creator. A bridge she could cross when she came upon it.
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G̵u̴i̶d̶e̶ m̸̹̍e̶̫͝ ȋ̴͙̗͒͗ņ̸̈͂ţ̶̯̣̥̦̎͗͒ổ̴̭̙̻̄̉ D̸̡̛̦̗̋͗̊̃̌̕͜ä̴̡̳̬͔̩̳̫͔̯̙͔̬͉̱̯̊̄̒̏ŗ̷̟̱͚̻̠̠͔̥̺͔͔̰͙̝͉̃̆͊̉ͅk̸̡̡͔̫̼̱̬̭͓̮͙͔̀̑̇̊̐̊͆̍̏̃ͅn̴̢̫͔͕̤̖̳̠̘̩̙̍͋͌́̍̊̈̓̂́̈̕̕͘͝͝ȇ̶̢̢̡̛̦͓̟̾̈̐̐̈́͊̑͠͝s̵̢̧̛͉̼̮̫̝̰̟͙̭̦͇̮̥͈͖̅͋͑̾̈͋̐͘͝s̴̨̢̧̨͚̗̗̹̱̞͉͖̻̰̹͓̲̎̊̒̈́̿̏͑͝͝
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