We Are Our Avatars III (Ended!)
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"Well...it's me...in a sense." I say to Mia, not really sure what to tell her. "Nice to see you too Four." I say as I look over at her.
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Grace and Gerry leave the restaurant.
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Grace and Gerry leave the restaurant.
@nail ... i was tempted for HIM to write a respons to that, but ill just do it normaly, i dont know what trib has planed ,but i respect the wishes of a fellow god
Doc Com feels an electric shock in his balls.
And now,
The Trilby Wearer approaches Hazama in the ruins of New York.
"Hello Mister Terumi."
"Who are you?"
"I am a man with a business proposition."
He adjusts his trilby.
"For simplicity, call me Harry. I apparently look like 'a Harry'."
"What is this proposition of yours?"
"I need you to do what you do, but to specific people."
Harry pulls an office chair out of some rubble, and Hazama sits in it.
"But first, you need to do your actual job, which is effectively the same thing."
Harry paces around the chair.
"Except you just do it to random people. You will be paid in memories."
"I haven?t forgotten anything though."
"Firstly, how would you know? Secondly, when did I say they were your memories?"
Harry pushes the chair backwards into a gaping plot hole.
The chair rolls slowly and Hazama bumps into a desk in an office. The man sitting opposite him looks up, unfazed by Hazama?s sudden arrival, shakes his head and gets back to work.
"Hello Mister Terumi."
"Who are you?"
"I am a man with a business proposition."
He adjusts his trilby.
"For simplicity, call me Harry. I apparently look like 'a Harry'."
"What is this proposition of yours?"
"I need you to do what you do, but to specific people."
Harry pulls an office chair out of some rubble, and Hazama sits in it.
"But first, you need to do your actual job, which is effectively the same thing."
Harry paces around the chair.
"Except you just do it to random people. You will be paid in memories."
"I haven?t forgotten anything though."
"Firstly, how would you know? Secondly, when did I say they were your memories?"
Harry pushes the chair backwards into a gaping plot hole.
The chair rolls slowly and Hazama bumps into a desk in an office. The man sitting opposite him looks up, unfazed by Hazama?s sudden arrival, shakes his head and gets back to work.
Lambda looked around. A place this large and with this many different people and places connected to it could not be this emptey unless something was badly wrong. "This is not good... we have to stick together."
"Right as usual Spock. Captain Kirk? Don't you realize that if people are dumb enough to try to trample you over your shirt and hair that they wouldn't realize they were playing around with an actual weapon? I don't remember exactly, but wasn't it just a little dial or something that changed how powerful that thing was?" Joe said.
"Lambda is right. We need to stay together." Grace said. She somewhat regretted this remark as she saw George approaching.
