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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…]

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The harbingers, of course. Stay still, and I'll get you ready. You need to get moving as soon as possible.

Get moving? Where exactly are we headed?

Out. You can't exactly repel an attack from HQ, can you?

[As he talks, he tugs one of the wires down from the ceiling and circles over to stand by Yugi.]

[ oh dear. so we're going to go fight the harbingers. ]

Is there anything you can tell us about them? Before we head out. Any known weaknesses or, ah, things of that nature? [ looks up at intensity when he comes over. ]

Most things that will hurt us hurt them, fortunately. Gunfire, blades, explosions. They're just more resilient than we are.

Lean your head forward for me?

Good to know...

[ seems reluctant, because his neck is an incredibly sensitive area. ]

What are you going to do?

Plug you in, of course.

[ wat. ]

Ah, o- ok, sure. [ this makes all the sense. ]

[ going to slowly lean forward. ]

[You feel fingers in the hair at the base of your skull, and then soft pressure and a click like cutlery on a metal pan.]

[In an instant, there's everything.]

[There's the city center and the routes through it and the danger level for expected incoming games. There's the vid feed over San Francisco, half standing, and the Tokyo-F dorms, and the rooftops, and everything beyond. There's current status and stability - damaged, but functional - and abilities (insufficient), and weapon specs.]

[There's the angle of the sun in winter, and the wind interference, and the systems diagnostics for the repairs on the room down the hall. There's audio being processed through the comms, and the programming for the interior temp controls (below recommended average), and a systems update running on twenty-three different systems simultaneously. There's 45 floating-point operations per second.]

[There's everything.]

[It's thrumming in the air and filling up your skin and clawing out the soft parts in your head to make room.]

[There's everything, and it just won't stop.]

[Right up until it does.]

[All at once, it flicks out like a light when the switch is flipped, and in its place there's just you, sitting in a metal chair again.]

[Gain +1 to all Wis rolls, permanently.]

[ o- ok. that was a lot. too much, if he's being honest. he feels a bit strange when he finally comes to and he's back with intensity ( presumably ) in the hq. ]

A- Ah, w- what the hell. I thought we were going to... fight the, uhm, the... [ he grips his head and doubles over, his head throbbing. ]

You are. This will help you do it.

...oh, well, ah, thank you, Intensity. I guess I'm ready [ ??? ] whenever. [ OR SO HE HOPES. ]

Good. Now get moving.

[ i guess he's going to go north. ]

[out you go]

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