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Heart Game: Hurricane - Run 2
[At first, all is still; all is silent.]
[The only light is the light from your phone, where a checklist has taken over the screen. It reads:]
___ Make a change
___ Repair something
___ Protect something
___ Find the True Heart
___ Survive
[Then the light comes up, bright, and then brighter, and you are in…]
[The only light is the light from your phone, where a checklist has taken over the screen. It reads:]
___ Make a change
___ Repair something
___ Protect something
___ Find the True Heart
___ Survive
[Then the light comes up, bright, and then brighter, and you are in…]
HQ
[The chairs are metal, half covered in exposed wiring and blinking lights. They've got a metric ton of hard edges, and a footrest like the kind at the dentist, and if there were restraints they'd look like something out of a sci-fi slasher flick.]
[You're sitting in one, and the rest of the room, all around you, is the sleek, futuristic white lines of what is undeniably a lab, all monitor screens and tech.]
[Intensity is here, keeping an eye on the holo-screen that reads INCOMING ATTACK: 4:00:00. The numbers are counting down.]
[There is one exit, to the NORTH.]
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he doesn't move at first, until he sees Intensity and--]
Yoohoooo! Intensity! It's me!
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Intensity? Do you know what's attacking?
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... Jesus. Are we in space again?
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Intensity-san? Who's attacking??
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First things first, check out whether or not he can find anything to use as a weapon in all these drawers and cabinets ]
Do we know what the attack will consist of?
[ He doesn't even look at Intensity; just assumes he'll get an answer. ]
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Immediately wriggling off the chair. ]
What...?
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The Hallway
[The hallway that you step into is sleek and white, brightly lit.]
[There are exits to the SOUTH, EAST, WEST, AND NORTH. There is also a door that reads OUT OF ORDER and another that reads STAIRS TO ROOF.]
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Which way should we go?
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...alright, so there are a lot of doors here and then, of course, there's the roof.
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[This room has seen better days. In stark contrast to the sci-fi chic of the rest of the area, the walls are crumbling plaster with exposed brick underneath. The sole window is boarded up; the entire room smells of rot and things long forgotten.]
[There are exits to the NORTH and SOUTH.]
[Hurricane is standing in the exit to the NORTH. By his feet are a bucket and a pile of bricks. One of his arms is in a sling, and he has a set of bloody slashmarks across his left cheek.]
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[WELL.
[This is. A change?]
Hurricane...?
[He tries to squash a sudden rush of - worry, yeah, we'll go with that.
[Maybe a brick would make a decent blunt instrument though.]
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The Hangar
[The hangar is gigantic; overhead, a high ceiling set with unfinished beams stretches up for what feels like miles. The walls are sleek and metal, inset with screws, and the area is alive with mechanics and engineers – with prep teams and a medical crew, standing by just in case.]
[A gaggle of techs in white lab coats stand clustered around a holo-display scrolling endless data.]
[Laid out in their docks, compact metal suits are on display for repairs. They are sleek and brightly painted, designed for show and function both; here is one of red and black, bulky and sturdy; here is one in sea glass green and brushed chrome, streamlined and minimal. A balding man in glasses and a lab coat stands near the green suit, taking notes on a holo-screen projected in the air nearby.]
[There are quite a few suits, altogether; workers buzz around them, poking into the exposed wires, already hard at work to mend dents and gashes in the metal.]
[One suit in particular catches your eye.]
[There are exits to the WEST and OUT THROUGH THE HANGAR DOORS.]
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Are these the munitions Intensity spoke about?
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Yugi? King? Can you guys hear me?
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The City in the Day
[The streets of Tokyo-F are clean and lively. Here, the plants are real, but the buildings are empty, just like in the real city. The people walking past are faintly blurry, more the idea of a crowd than a crowd in actuality. You may catch sight of faces you know; you may even catch sight of you.]
[Near the exit to the WEST, the streets become dingier and less bright, the buildings damaged. To the NORTH, you catch sight of someplace you think you know.]
[There are some spots of blood on the ground.]
[There are three exits: NORTH, WEST, and EAST.]
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but uh that sure is blood]
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[The apartment’s a tiny kitchen-living room combo, shabby and dim. On the kitchen side, there are a cookplate, a refrigerator, a trashcan, and a metal table with two chairs. Several cabinets line the wall. There's a plate of fried rice sitting out on the counter, untouched, with a pair of chopsticks beside it. In the living room, there is a coffee table, a monitor on the wall, and a small metal box on the table.]
[Every available surface is covered in schematics. A severe-looking woman in a lab coat, her hair pulled back into a bun, is bent over the papers to study them.]
[There is an exit to the SOUTH.]
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Big plans in development...?
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[From the roof, you can see half the city, a gleam of neon lights that stretches away beneath the night sky. The air up here feels freer - more open.]
[You love this city, with a fierce and sudden swell of affection. Maybe everything else is falling apart around your ears, but the night air and the sound of cars in the street below fills your heart and lifts your spirits.]
[The stairs back into the building are to the SOUTH-WEST, an open hangar door lies to the SOUTH, or you can head NORTH and take the fire escape down to street level.]
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[You know exactly where this is; it looks the same as it does in the real world. The trees out front of the JR Kyushu Hotel Blossom Shinjuku sway gently in the breeze, and through the windows you can see the lobby, lit by a warm yellow glow.]
[There are exits to the NORTH, EAST, AND SOUTH.]
[The DOOR TO THE HOTEL is also open.]
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who let c fly. FOOLISH]
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[The city's alive at night.]
[The holo-billboards blink and dazzle, and the crowd is lively, pedestrians pressed in on all sides of you, a low hum of background voices. All around you, the buskers in the arcades bellow "Hai, irasshai!" A flashing sign proclaims all-night karaoke, and the music that rolls out through the door is so loud you can feel the bass thrumming in your chest.]
[There are four exits: NORTH, SOUTH, to the ARCADE, and to the KARAOKE PLACE.]
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[... wasn't he supposed to be finding someone? Well, there's no reason Nemesis can't be in the karaoke place, is there?
[He feels obliged to check this out.]
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[You step directly into… well, if you've been to the HSS dorm before, you recognize it.]
[If you haven't, it looks like someone designed a secret base for a team of superheroes straight out of a 90s kid's show, complete with color-coded chairs and about a billion buttons and switches and monitors. For some reason, there's a mattress and a couple of blankets crammed into the corner of the room.]
[It looks like someone's trashed the place, though. Some of the monitors are cracked, spiderweb splinters stretching out across the screens. The mattress has been gutted, stuffing strewn about the floor. There is a framed picture that used to hang on the wall; it's fallen to the floor, the glass from it a shattered mess.]
[In the center of the table, a series of plastic action figures are scattered on the surface: all members of HSS, past and present, are lying down flat, as though they were knocked over and abandoned there.]
[The places in front of each chair are set as though for dinner, but there's nothing on any of the plates, which are chipped and broken.]
[There is one exit, to the SOUTH-WEST.]
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Hurricane-kun? Are you here?
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[The room’s awash in color, all LED glare and backlit glow. The tube lights that rim the edges are neon purple and electric blue, and the screen is bright with hues that please the eye. There is no ceiling; up above, there is only open sky, the stars stretching out into the night sky, millions and millions of them. Everything smells like fresh, open air, the sweet-sharp tang of alcohol, and the fried meat pies on the plate in the center of the table.]
[There are a couple of half-empty hot toddies laid out here, and a thick book that lists the songs, but the only person here is a boy sitting on the booth, fiddling with the handheld vid screen to input something new.]
[He's built like a tank - can't be a day over fifteen, but his shoulders are massively broad, and he looks like he could bench-press a person without breaking a sweat. His expression is mild, though, and his eyes are focused on his task; he seems wholly intent on inputting a new song.]
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[Well, maybe he should raise the visor on this thing. Motorbike helmet rules apply.]
Have you seen Nemesis?
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[The voice on the intercom says:]
Countdown complete in ten minutes. Brace for incoming.
[The sky is a nightmare vision by now, like some horrific dreamscape, swallowed up by deep red and bruise purple, the colors radiating out from a central point like a spreading infection. The clouds crowd out any hint of the sun, so thick they seem solid, and they churn and shift and pulse in ways that have nothing to do with the breeze.]