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由HappyChappy7编辑：
7/14/2015 6:40:48 PM
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[quote][i]Clink, a consigliere to the Don of the sewer mafia, walks through the sewer streets wearing an overcoat. He turns into an alley and sees a small man cowering at the end of it.[/i]
"Come now, don't be shy. My boss wants what you have, and I'm going to get it.
*man cowers more and tries to run away*
*Clink grabs man by head*
*mechanical arm shoots out of a hole in the overcoat and rips it off*
"There we go. 20,000 credits."
[i]As Clink walks out of the alley again, a dark figure gets up from a bench and walks behind him.[/i] ((closed))
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由HappyChappy7编辑： 7/13/2015 5:18:27 AMBy now, Clink has noticed his follower, and waits for the perfect time. After he turns a corner, he waits behind the wall. Once his pursuer turns the corner, Clink grabs him with his robot arms, pins him up against the wall, and pulls out a kitchen knife with his real arms. "Who the hell are you, and what do you want?"
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The Pursuer simply looks at you, his face bland and devoid of emotion. His irises are a vibrant blue. He does not struggle. "A Cyborg, I see for the second time. One with the intent of murdering and thieving. A Sewer rat."
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"That's not how we play this game, Cyborg. You must find answers to those mysteries by doing more than talking." Then, with a burst of an unseen force, Clink is flung away from the Pursuer and tumbles onto the cement behind him. The synthetic man plants his boots back onto the ground, readying himself for a backlash from Clink.
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Clink gets on his hands and knees and gets his breath. "-blam!-ing Synths always -blam!-ing things up." He jumps up, propels himself up with his arms, straight toward the Synth. He lands with his boots in the Synth's chest, knocking the wind out of it. Clink slowly walks up to the Synth and slams his mech hands onto the synth's arms, effectively crushing them. He takes another pair of mech arms and smashes the legs. "There. I did more than just talk. Now give me some answers or I'll rip your worthless circuits out."
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The crippled Synth lies slumped against the wall, glancing at his smashed limbs, which leak white, milky blood from squirming wires and severed tendons. His face doesn't show a trace of pain, since he has no nerves. He looks back up at Clink. "Impressive applications. Where those came from seem to be more important than where I do, don't you think?"
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"My execution? The -blam!- you mean my execution? We [i]run[/i] the law down here. Any cops or drones are paid off by us. You have less of a chance of finding an honest cop down here than you do a synth that can feel pain."
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"No one 'pays off' my kind, here. I'm an Insufferable." Suddenly, the unseen force, possibly kinetic, starts flinging the scraps of the Pursuer's limbs at Clink, blinding you with the white blood and synthetic innards.
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"SHIT," yells Clink as the acidic blood hits his skin. Clink puts his arms in front of his eyes in a vain attempt to shield himself. The tiny pieces of metal get into his skin, causing him to freeze up in his left top arm. Summoning all the remaining strength he has left, Clink takes all five of his working arms and plunges them deep into the chest of the synth, while muttering, "there's got to be something important in there."
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Clink looks down at the synth in astonishment. Never before had he seen anything like this. Maybe this was some new kind of synth? There was only one way to find out. And, if he was lucky, he would get the answers he needed. Without further ado, Clink grabbed the synth with his mech arms and began the journey to the Family's safehouse.
