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system shock 2 - marie delacroix

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DELACROIX to NETWORK: 03-01-???? re: ANATOLY

I can hear him, singing.

The others once told me it was beautiful.

I still find it repulsive.

If you hear him, singing, close your ears and move on.

You must RESIST or you will know an agony unimaginable to you now.

I am going out to silence him.

I have longed for this.

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[ The creature that Delacroix has set out into the streets to find is Anatoly Korenchkin. Once upon a time, he was a man, but he sold his soul (all that made him himself, made him human) for power and his body was recycled. He was warped and reshaped until he took the form of a reaver. He has no voice as one would know it, only a mouth that longs to consume you and recycle your biomass, and to sing the song of The Many, ]

“ What is a drop of rain, compared to the storm? What is a thought, compared to a mind? Our unity is full of wonder, which your tiny individualism cannot even conceive. ”
[ It may tempt you, if you are weak of will, but Marie will not let him have you. She is heavily armed to this purpose. ]

[[ooc; She will be out and about if you need a rescue. Once she's shot Anatoly, she'll also be making her way over to CS to help with any scienceing that needs doing.]]

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Have you dealt with it? Is he silenced?

[ She sends him a picture of what looks to be a ghostly grey brain, spine jutting stiffly in attachment. The brain has a gaping bullet hole. ]

Are you alright?

[There's a long pause between her text and his, as though he's trying to decide how to answer.]

Yes. The problems have been dealt with.

Are you alone?

[It's not flirtation. She has dipped immediately back into the mindset of survival; all-consuming.]

Yes. Do you want to know what I'm wearing, too?

[He knows what she means, but he'd prefer to take it as flirtation. Thinking about what he's just seen isn't going to make his life any easier.]

You should not be. Where?

[He sends her the information of his location.]

Where are you?

Stay where you are.

Fine.

[And he'll wait there, gun at the ready -- of course -- in case something else comes along.]

[ Marie has learned long-since that hoarding weapons is one's best chance of survival, and while she may look to be frail and inexperienced, she is capable of carrying quite a few strapped to her back and knows the workings of each. Sometimes, the best answer is a blunt instrument. Sometimes a grenade launcher. ]

[ She is very wary in seeking out Andrew Ryan, moving through shadows. She's quite practiced at sneaking past her enemies. ]

[He's waiting, up against a building, blending in surprisingly well for someone who's usually so bombastic. He had had the feeling that she'd be good at sneaking, that she'd be experienced with a weapon -- she just seems like the kind of woman who would know her way around a gun.]

[She approaches with purpose, doesn't linger once she has established the coast is clear.]

You should not remain out 'ere.

Nor should you, but I'm loathe to simply wander into the nearest building without any knowledge of what may be inside.

I will take you.

[This is not a question, it is a fact. Her apartment is more than merely secure and he is one of the few people she will allow inside of it.]

That sounds like an acceptable arrangement, provided that your apartment is relatively safe.

[Somehow, he has the feeling that it is.]

Zhe security system is of my own devising.

[One he probably knew anything about because she disengaged it before letting him in and had also programmed a Threat Mode that could be activated in such situations as this.]

Fine. Lead the way.

[As much as he's not afraid of being out here, he understands the necessity of finding somewhere safe.]

[She does, taking a pistol from a holster at the small of her back. It's the quickest and quietest option, and she doesn't want to linger or attract further attention. She glances back at her companion with a hard look before she moves out of their cover. She clearly has high expectations of his obedience in this situation.]

[He's not generally an obedient man, but in this situation, he's wise enough to know that following behind her is important. Furthermore, his desire to encounter any more ghouls, or zombies, or whatever the hell they are, is incredibly minimal. His own pistol is at the ready, his grip steady.]

[She moves at a smart clip, and not every presence of the ghouls draws her into attack. She will stop, watching their rambling up and down the streets, and if she can move past unnoticed, will do so. She's not going to waste her ammunition. Supplies had grown scarce on the Von Braun and she remembers conservation.]

[People may not exactly expect it out of him, but Andrew's perfectly capable of being extremely quiet when he chooses to be, and his own footsteps are almost silent, following behind her, pausing where he needs to, avoiding attracting the attention of the ghouls. Firing his weapon will only draw more of them closer, after all.]

[There is a small group of ghouls clustered around the main entrance to her apartment complex. This does not bother Marie, as she long-since made sure to have a key to each of the side exits. They skirt around the group. There are confused stragglers lingering in the alleyway, however. A gun won't do the others will hear, and they're too close for that right now. Marie has no compunction about bludgeoning them insensate.]

Stay here, and keep watch.

[He can certainly stay and keep watch, and he has no doubt that Marie is going off to let them into the building and to take care of the remaining ghouls in the alleyway. He nods brusquely at her statement, and takes up a defensive position, waiting for her to return or to beckon him to the apartment complex.]

[A wrench has a good heft for this task, and Marie has pulled a mask over her mouth and nose before she's started to swing. She doesn't trust these things, and she knows blood will be flying. The dull thud of her wrench making contact is so much more discrete than the click-boom of a round with no silencer.

She comes back for Andrew, breathing a bit heavily, and leads him inside.]

[He's glad to see that she dealt with the ghouls so efficiently. He's seen others fighting them that had no idea where to begin, and it had irritated him. Following Marie into the apartment, he nods his approval, then immediately looks around to determine just how safe this place really is.]

[The apartment is darker than usual, the windows have sliding metal covers that are keeping out all natural light. The door has always had the heavy padlock, but she doesn't always go through all of the bolts and chains. The robots milling around are harmless in the face of them, they both read as human and have been given no instructions to attack Ryan, however... Some have laser weapons, others with electrical stunners that can be turned to dangerously high voltage. Marie is wary of such automation, outside her apartment. In here, she is confident with her software's security.

She takes the mask off carefully, disposing of it into a lidded can. She then heads into the bathroom, most of her gear still strapped on, to wash the rest of the blood off of her skin thoroughly.]

[The security is impressive, the kind of security he'd have liked to have had back home, but then, the technology here is far better, and he imagines Marie has the time necessary to work on this sort of thing.]

Impressive.

[He immediately goes to the sink to wash his hands -- he hadn't managed to get blood on his clothes, having almost entirely avoided the ghouls except for the one he'd shot in the head and killed.]

[She doesn't answer immediately. She has faith in her private apartment's security. She's had a year to implement it precisely as she wishes, and while there is much about the City that disappoints her--several hundred years backwards--there is much that she can fabricate by brute force. One would not normally look at her and think of brute, but when determined she will find a way.

She makes a quick tour of the few rooms before returning to him.]

You may stay here.

How kind of you.

[He'd intended to stay, anyway, of course, but it's nice to have the permission to do so.]

And perhaps this will all blow over soon.

We shall see.

[Things hadn't blown over on her ship. The entirety of the vessel had been consumed. As such, Marie and her weapons are heading back for the door.]

How optimistic.

[But he appreciates that. Most people are willing to behave as though they know the best will happen. It's always better to be realistic.]

You're going back out there?

I am. There are fools who do not know what zhey are doing.

[And she's not going to let them be eaten for their own idiocy.]

who?

Anatoly. It does not matter. Are you alright?

yes i think im safe

are you?

I am fine. Stay inside.

I intend to
what are you going to do?

Make sure no one gets hurt.

I hope you dont need me to tell you to be careful.

I do not. Stay inside.

[She knows she said that already. It's a command not a suggestion.]

Got it
let me know if something happens all right?

Yes yes. I will be fine.

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