As Phoenix regains consciousness, he finds himself in what looks like a large office. He doesn't have his mask, anything vaguely resembling a weapon has presumably been confiscated, and two robots stand guard behind him. A large stainless steel desk sits near the window, and behind it sits a strange mechanical figure. Their exterior shell is made of segmented brass plating, with glimpses of a carbon-fiber skeleton underneath. The figure's head resembles a strange helmet, with six eyeholes(?) and no visible mouth. They sit in a chair with various control panels and a screen built into it that seems to be floating a few inches above the floor.
The figure speaks from a device in their chest, sounding like their voice was coming from a vinyl record.
"So, you're the rebel who thought they could take on an entire organization? Hmmm... You are not who I was first expecting, but this is a pleasant surprise nonetheless."
Phoenix's blue eyes scan the room for anything he can make a shiv out of. "Well you should've expected it." he says with his british accent.
The strange robot leans in a little, watching where your eyes are looking.
"I know what you're doing, and I will warn you that if you choose violence here, your odds of survival are 0.08725%. I analyzed your fighting style from the security footage, and did the calculations myself. You will fail."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
As Phoenix regains consciousness, he finds himself in what looks like a large office. He doesn't have his mask, anything vaguely resembling a weapon has presumably been confiscated, and two robots stand guard behind him. A large stainless steel desk sits near the window, and behind it sits a strange mechanical figure. Their exterior shell is made of segmented brass plating, with glimpses of a carbon-fiber skeleton underneath. The figure's head resembles a strange helmet, with six eyeholes(?) and no visible mouth. They sit in a chair with various control panels and a screen built into it that seems to be floating a few inches above the floor.
The figure speaks from a device in their chest, sounding like their voice was coming from a vinyl record.
"So, you're the rebel who thought they could take on an entire organization? Hmmm... You are not who I was first expecting, but this is a pleasant surprise nonetheless."
Phoenix's blue eyes scan the room for anything he can make a shiv out of. "Well you should've expected it." he says with his british accent.
The strange robot leans in a little, watching where your eyes are looking.
"I know what you're doing, and I will warn you that if you choose violence here, your odds of survival are 0.08725%. I analyzed your fighting style from the security footage, and did the calculations myself. You will fail."
*Is Phoenix tied to a chair?*
"You don't want to mess with me. My task force is on the way. By the way, are we inside the Hyde Co. complex because if we are you need to spice it up more mate. Its quite depressing in here."
As Phoenix regains consciousness, he finds himself in what looks like a large office. He doesn't have his mask, anything vaguely resembling a weapon has presumably been confiscated, and two robots stand guard behind him. A large stainless steel desk sits near the window, and behind it sits a strange mechanical figure. Their exterior shell is made of segmented brass plating, with glimpses of a carbon-fiber skeleton underneath. The figure's head resembles a strange helmet, with six eyeholes(?) and no visible mouth. They sit in a chair with various control panels and a screen built into it that seems to be floating a few inches above the floor.
The figure speaks from a device in their chest, sounding like their voice was coming from a vinyl record.
"So, you're the rebel who thought they could take on an entire organization? Hmmm... You are not who I was first expecting, but this is a pleasant surprise nonetheless."
Phoenix's blue eyes scan the room for anything he can make a shiv out of. "Well you should've expected it." he says with his british accent.
The strange robot leans in a little, watching where your eyes are looking.
"I know what you're doing, and I will warn you that if you choose violence here, your odds of survival are 0.08725%. I analyzed your fighting style from the security footage, and did the calculations myself. You will fail."
*Is Phoenix tied to a chair?*
"You don't want to mess with me. My task force is on the way. By the way, are we inside the Hyde Co. complex because if we are you need to spice it up more mate. Its quite depressing in here."
*No.*
"Your 'task force' is located in Plane ID 0Q-V6. They aren't coming for you."
They sigh, seeming a little annoyed.
"I did not bring you here to 'mess with you', I brought you here to offer a proposition. Your feats of strength, even if they were in vain, show promise."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
As Phoenix regains consciousness, he finds himself in what looks like a large office. He doesn't have his mask, anything vaguely resembling a weapon has presumably been confiscated, and two robots stand guard behind him. A large stainless steel desk sits near the window, and behind it sits a strange mechanical figure. Their exterior shell is made of segmented brass plating, with glimpses of a carbon-fiber skeleton underneath. The figure's head resembles a strange helmet, with six eyeholes(?) and no visible mouth. They sit in a chair with various control panels and a screen built into it that seems to be floating a few inches above the floor.
The figure speaks from a device in their chest, sounding like their voice was coming from a vinyl record.
"So, you're the rebel who thought they could take on an entire organization? Hmmm... You are not who I was first expecting, but this is a pleasant surprise nonetheless."
Phoenix's blue eyes scan the room for anything he can make a shiv out of. "Well you should've expected it." he says with his british accent.
The strange robot leans in a little, watching where your eyes are looking.
"I know what you're doing, and I will warn you that if you choose violence here, your odds of survival are 0.08725%. I analyzed your fighting style from the security footage, and did the calculations myself. You will fail."
*Is Phoenix tied to a chair?*
"You don't want to mess with me. My task force is on the way. By the way, are we inside the Hyde Co. complex because if we are you need to spice it up more mate. Its quite depressing in here."
*No.*
"Your 'task force' is located in Plane ID 0Q-V6. They aren't coming for you."
They sigh, seeming a little annoyed.
"I did not bring you here to 'mess with you', I brought you here to offer a proposition. Your feats of strength, even if they were in vain, show promise."
Phoenix looks for a door. "What sorta proposition mate?"
As Phoenix regains consciousness, he finds himself in what looks like a large office. He doesn't have his mask, anything vaguely resembling a weapon has presumably been confiscated, and two robots stand guard behind him. A large stainless steel desk sits near the window, and behind it sits a strange mechanical figure. Their exterior shell is made of segmented brass plating, with glimpses of a carbon-fiber skeleton underneath. The figure's head resembles a strange helmet, with six eyeholes(?) and no visible mouth. They sit in a chair with various control panels and a screen built into it that seems to be floating a few inches above the floor.
The figure speaks from a device in their chest, sounding like their voice was coming from a vinyl record.
"So, you're the rebel who thought they could take on an entire organization? Hmmm... You are not who I was first expecting, but this is a pleasant surprise nonetheless."
Phoenix's blue eyes scan the room for anything he can make a shiv out of. "Well you should've expected it." he says with his british accent.
The strange robot leans in a little, watching where your eyes are looking.
"I know what you're doing, and I will warn you that if you choose violence here, your odds of survival are 0.08725%. I analyzed your fighting style from the security footage, and did the calculations myself. You will fail."
*Is Phoenix tied to a chair?*
"You don't want to mess with me. My task force is on the way. By the way, are we inside the Hyde Co. complex because if we are you need to spice it up more mate. Its quite depressing in here."
*No.*
"Your 'task force' is located in Plane ID 0Q-V6. They aren't coming for you."
They sigh, seeming a little annoyed.
"I did not bring you here to 'mess with you', I brought you here to offer a proposition. Your feats of strength, even if they were in vain, show promise."
Phoenix looks for a door. "What sorta proposition mate?"
There is the main door to the office, although it's being guarded by the aforementioned two robots. However, there is also a side door that does not seem to be guarded.
"All charges and fines from your past actions will be pardoned by me personally, upon one condition: You work as an emissary for Hyde Co under my supervision. Your identity will be protected from the public as you carry out tasks for the betterment of our enterprise. Do we have a deal?"
The Hyde Co. president holds out their segmented three-fingered hand, waiting patiently.
"And please, call me Doctor. Not 'mate' or 'buddy' or 'chum'. Doctor."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
As Phoenix regains consciousness, he finds himself in what looks like a large office. He doesn't have his mask, anything vaguely resembling a weapon has presumably been confiscated, and two robots stand guard behind him. A large stainless steel desk sits near the window, and behind it sits a strange mechanical figure. Their exterior shell is made of segmented brass plating, with glimpses of a carbon-fiber skeleton underneath. The figure's head resembles a strange helmet, with six eyeholes(?) and no visible mouth. They sit in a chair with various control panels and a screen built into it that seems to be floating a few inches above the floor.
The figure speaks from a device in their chest, sounding like their voice was coming from a vinyl record.
"So, you're the rebel who thought they could take on an entire organization? Hmmm... You are not who I was first expecting, but this is a pleasant surprise nonetheless."
Phoenix's blue eyes scan the room for anything he can make a shiv out of. "Well you should've expected it." he says with his british accent.
The strange robot leans in a little, watching where your eyes are looking.
"I know what you're doing, and I will warn you that if you choose violence here, your odds of survival are 0.08725%. I analyzed your fighting style from the security footage, and did the calculations myself. You will fail."
*Is Phoenix tied to a chair?*
"You don't want to mess with me. My task force is on the way. By the way, are we inside the Hyde Co. complex because if we are you need to spice it up more mate. Its quite depressing in here."
*No.*
"Your 'task force' is located in Plane ID 0Q-V6. They aren't coming for you."
They sigh, seeming a little annoyed.
"I did not bring you here to 'mess with you', I brought you here to offer a proposition. Your feats of strength, even if they were in vain, show promise."
Phoenix looks for a door. "What sorta proposition mate?"
There is the main door to the office, although it's being guarded by the aforementioned two robots. However, there is also a side door that does not seem to be guarded.
"All charges and fines from your past actions will be pardoned by me personally, upon one condition: You work as an emissary for Hyde Co under my supervision. Your identity will be protected from the public as you carry out tasks for the betterment of our enterprise. Do we have a deal?"
The Hyde Co. president holds out their segmented three-fingered hand, waiting patiently.
"And please, call me Doctor. Not 'mate' or 'buddy' or 'chum'. Doctor."
Phoenix rolls his eyes. "Do I get my stuff back if I agree Doc?"
As Phoenix regains consciousness, he finds himself in what looks like a large office. He doesn't have his mask, anything vaguely resembling a weapon has presumably been confiscated, and two robots stand guard behind him. A large stainless steel desk sits near the window, and behind it sits a strange mechanical figure. Their exterior shell is made of segmented brass plating, with glimpses of a carbon-fiber skeleton underneath. The figure's head resembles a strange helmet, with six eyeholes(?) and no visible mouth. They sit in a chair with various control panels and a screen built into it that seems to be floating a few inches above the floor.
The figure speaks from a device in their chest, sounding like their voice was coming from a vinyl record.
"So, you're the rebel who thought they could take on an entire organization? Hmmm... You are not who I was first expecting, but this is a pleasant surprise nonetheless."
Phoenix's blue eyes scan the room for anything he can make a shiv out of. "Well you should've expected it." he says with his british accent.
The strange robot leans in a little, watching where your eyes are looking.
"I know what you're doing, and I will warn you that if you choose violence here, your odds of survival are 0.08725%. I analyzed your fighting style from the security footage, and did the calculations myself. You will fail."
*Is Phoenix tied to a chair?*
"You don't want to mess with me. My task force is on the way. By the way, are we inside the Hyde Co. complex because if we are you need to spice it up more mate. Its quite depressing in here."
*No.*
"Your 'task force' is located in Plane ID 0Q-V6. They aren't coming for you."
They sigh, seeming a little annoyed.
"I did not bring you here to 'mess with you', I brought you here to offer a proposition. Your feats of strength, even if they were in vain, show promise."
Phoenix looks for a door. "What sorta proposition mate?"
There is the main door to the office, although it's being guarded by the aforementioned two robots. However, there is also a side door that does not seem to be guarded.
"All charges and fines from your past actions will be pardoned by me personally, upon one condition: You work as an emissary for Hyde Co under my supervision. Your identity will be protected from the public as you carry out tasks for the betterment of our enterprise. Do we have a deal?"
The Hyde Co. president holds out their segmented three-fingered hand, waiting patiently.
"And please, call me Doctor. Not 'mate' or 'buddy' or 'chum'. Doctor."
Phoenix rolls his eyes. "Do I get my stuff back if I agree Doc?"
"I will see to it personally that everything that was confiscated returns to you... within the span of two to three days. It would take some time to extract these items from our archives. Here are the terms and conditions of the agreement, if you are interested."
A section of the glass window turns into a screen that is displaying a wall of small, green text: All of it in Undercommon. The text scrolls downwards slowly, but just fast enough to make reading everything nearly impossible.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
As Phoenix regains consciousness, he finds himself in what looks like a large office. He doesn't have his mask, anything vaguely resembling a weapon has presumably been confiscated, and two robots stand guard behind him. A large stainless steel desk sits near the window, and behind it sits a strange mechanical figure. Their exterior shell is made of segmented brass plating, with glimpses of a carbon-fiber skeleton underneath. The figure's head resembles a strange helmet, with six eyeholes(?) and no visible mouth. They sit in a chair with various control panels and a screen built into it that seems to be floating a few inches above the floor.
The figure speaks from a device in their chest, sounding like their voice was coming from a vinyl record.
"So, you're the rebel who thought they could take on an entire organization? Hmmm... You are not who I was first expecting, but this is a pleasant surprise nonetheless."
Phoenix's blue eyes scan the room for anything he can make a shiv out of. "Well you should've expected it." he says with his british accent.
The strange robot leans in a little, watching where your eyes are looking.
"I know what you're doing, and I will warn you that if you choose violence here, your odds of survival are 0.08725%. I analyzed your fighting style from the security footage, and did the calculations myself. You will fail."
*Is Phoenix tied to a chair?*
"You don't want to mess with me. My task force is on the way. By the way, are we inside the Hyde Co. complex because if we are you need to spice it up more mate. Its quite depressing in here."
*No.*
"Your 'task force' is located in Plane ID 0Q-V6. They aren't coming for you."
They sigh, seeming a little annoyed.
"I did not bring you here to 'mess with you', I brought you here to offer a proposition. Your feats of strength, even if they were in vain, show promise."
Phoenix looks for a door. "What sorta proposition mate?"
There is the main door to the office, although it's being guarded by the aforementioned two robots. However, there is also a side door that does not seem to be guarded.
"All charges and fines from your past actions will be pardoned by me personally, upon one condition: You work as an emissary for Hyde Co under my supervision. Your identity will be protected from the public as you carry out tasks for the betterment of our enterprise. Do we have a deal?"
The Hyde Co. president holds out their segmented three-fingered hand, waiting patiently.
"And please, call me Doctor. Not 'mate' or 'buddy' or 'chum'. Doctor."
Phoenix rolls his eyes. "Do I get my stuff back if I agree Doc?"
"I will see to it personally that everything that was confiscated returns to you... within the span of two to three days. It would take some time to extract these items from our archives. Here are the terms and conditions of the agreement, if you are interested."
A section of the glass window turns into a screen that is displaying a wall of small, green text: All of it in Undercommon. The text scrolls downwards slowly, but just fast enough to make reading everything nearly impossible.
As phoenix wakes up, they find themselves in a bright room. Next to them is a device that seems to resemble an MRI machine, but clearly has much more... arcane aspects to its design. There doesn't seem to be anyone around, but there are a few security cameras. A familiar voice echoes from what looks like a radio sitting on a table.
"No, you haven't died. This isn't purgatory, even if some may think of it that way. You have simply been more adequately equipped for your work in my Security Department. We will skip the training, as you seem more than capable of this field of work."
You notice that you feel rather cold. Not uncomfortably so, but it's just... odd.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
As phoenix wakes up, they find themselves in a bright room. Next to them is a device that seems to resemble an MRI machine, but clearly has much more... arcane aspects to its design. There doesn't seem to be anyone around, but there are a few security cameras. A familiar voice echoes from what looks like a radio sitting on a table.
"No, you haven't died. This isn't purgatory, even if some may think of it that way. You have simply been more adequately equipped for your work in my Security Department. We will skip the training, as you seem more than capable of this field of work."
You notice that you feel rather cold. Not uncomfortably so, but it's just... odd.
"What the [1GP]...." Phoenix grabs the radio and keys it. "What did you do to me?"
As phoenix wakes up, they find themselves in a bright room. Next to them is a device that seems to resemble an MRI machine, but clearly has much more... arcane aspects to its design. There doesn't seem to be anyone around, but there are a few security cameras. A familiar voice echoes from what looks like a radio sitting on a table.
"No, you haven't died. This isn't purgatory, even if some may think of it that way. You have simply been more adequately equipped for your work in my Security Department. We will skip the training, as you seem more than capable of this field of work."
You notice that you feel rather cold. Not uncomfortably so, but it's just... odd.
"What the [1GP]...." Phoenix grabs the radio and keys it. "What did you do to me?"
As you reach out towards the 'radio', you notice how your hand... Isn't. Your. Hand.
You are instead greeted by the sight of a three-fingered, metallic hand of segmented, smooth steel plates. You can also see what looks like carbon-fiber underneath the steel and at the joints. And it isn't just your hand: Your entire arm seems to be composed of the same metal and carbon-fiber structure. And your other arm. And...
"I hope you are not alarmed by your new form. I have merely prepared you for the tasks to come: You should find yourself much more capable now."
"Welcome to Hyde Co., Unit PH3-0N1X."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
As phoenix wakes up, they find themselves in a bright room. Next to them is a device that seems to resemble an MRI machine, but clearly has much more... arcane aspects to its design. There doesn't seem to be anyone around, but there are a few security cameras. A familiar voice echoes from what looks like a radio sitting on a table.
"No, you haven't died. This isn't purgatory, even if some may think of it that way. You have simply been more adequately equipped for your work in my Security Department. We will skip the training, as you seem more than capable of this field of work."
You notice that you feel rather cold. Not uncomfortably so, but it's just... odd.
"What the [1GP]...." Phoenix grabs the radio and keys it. "What did you do to me?"
As you reach out towards the 'radio', you notice how your hand... Isn't. Your. Hand.
You are instead greeted by the sight of a three-fingered, metallic hand of segmented, smooth steel plates. You can also see what looks like carbon-fiber underneath the steel and at the joints. And it isn't just your hand: Your entire arm seems to be composed of the same metal and carbon-fiber structure. And your other arm. And...
"I hope you are not alarmed by your new form. I have merely prepared you for the tasks to come: You should find yourself much more capable now."
As phoenix wakes up, they find themselves in a bright room. Next to them is a device that seems to resemble an MRI machine, but clearly has much more... arcane aspects to its design. There doesn't seem to be anyone around, but there are a few security cameras. A familiar voice echoes from what looks like a radio sitting on a table.
"No, you haven't died. This isn't purgatory, even if some may think of it that way. You have simply been more adequately equipped for your work in my Security Department. We will skip the training, as you seem more than capable of this field of work."
You notice that you feel rather cold. Not uncomfortably so, but it's just... odd.
"What the [1GP]...." Phoenix grabs the radio and keys it. "What did you do to me?"
As you reach out towards the 'radio', you notice how your hand... Isn't. Your. Hand.
You are instead greeted by the sight of a three-fingered, metallic hand of segmented, smooth steel plates. You can also see what looks like carbon-fiber underneath the steel and at the joints. And it isn't just your hand: Your entire arm seems to be composed of the same metal and carbon-fiber structure. And your other arm. And...
"I hope you are not alarmed by your new form. I have merely prepared you for the tasks to come: You should find yourself much more capable now."
"Welcome to Hyde Co., Unit PH3-0N1X."
"What...have....you....done...."
"It is perfectly understandable if you are alarmed by this transition. You are, after all, one of the first I've converted in this fashion."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The kenku nods, and pours you an ale. They then point up to the pricing on the menu above them: three silver.You notice that the kenku has a large hole in their upper beak, as if caused by some injury.
The genasi fishes out four silver, the extra one as a tip for the kenku. "Thanks. Who're you? And what happened there, if you don't mind me asking?" He gestures to their beak. "I'm Ruhan, by the way."
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The kenku solemnly nods, before pointing to the poster on the back wall: The Hyde Co. one with several knives stuck into it.
"This Hyde Co. hurt you?" Ruhan asks.
Another nod, and they push some of the feathers on their left arm back to reveal what looks like burn marks: In the shape of a barcode.
They quickly cover the mark before anyone else notices, and they immediately go back to tending the bar, acting like nothing happened.
Ruhan frowns. He doesn't like the sound of Hyde Co., and leans in, not trying to act suspicious though. "Where can I find these people?" He whispers.
"...7... ...8..." They speak in a different voice than before, but this one sounds hoarse and scratchy: As if they was saying these words for the first time, in their own voice.
"7..... and 8? 78? Oh, city 78?? Um, which one are we in right now again?"
The kenku nods again, before repeating what they said before. "7... 8..." They speak this time with a fraction more clarity, as though they were getting used to saying these words for the first time.
"They're here?" He rubs the hilt of one of his shortswords nervously. "What should I do?"
"Well," You hear a voice at the bar beside you. "you got three choices: Try and run, hunker down somewhere, or fight for your life."
The voice in question seems to be coming from the man sitting two bar stools away from you. He looks to be a human of average height. His short brown hair looks like he just got out of bed, but almost seems to be styled to look that way. He wears dark casual clothing under a black leather coat that extends about halfway down the bar stool, and you see what looks like a mask peeking out of one of his (many) coat pockets.
"Sorry. I couldn't help but overhear what you guys were talking about."
"It's... ok, I guess. Who are you?"
"Well, that's classified, but you can call me Jax." The older-looking human smiles as they hold out a gloved hand. As they do so, you catch a glimpse of a large-looking knife in their coat pocket.
"Alright, Jax. I'm Ruhan. And what are you doing? Running, hunkering down, or fighting?" He shakes the human's hand.
"Well personally, I'm more for running, but I'm digging my heels in 'cause my friends are doing the same." They take a sip from their small glass of what you presume is vodka. "But yeah, as you probably already pieced together, there aren't many of us willing to try and mess with Hyde in their current state."
"Friends definitely help. Except I don't got any, at the moment." He sighs. "What exactly is Hyde doing?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
"Heh, what aren't they doing? They're kicking people out of entire neighborhoods to build their factories and power plants, and they've got a monopoly on pretty much everything tech-based. The president of Hyde's got politicians in their pocket too, so they can 'legally' do all of this, and anyone who doesn't comply gets swamped in crippling debt and years in jail. Basically, Hyde rules the world."
Jax sighs, looking down at their watch with a mixed expression of anger, sadness, and... guilt?
"Ever since Kraft stepped down, Hyde Co's gotten a hell of a lot meaner."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The strange robot leans in a little, watching where your eyes are looking.
"I know what you're doing, and I will warn you that if you choose violence here, your odds of survival are 0.08725%. I analyzed your fighting style from the security footage, and did the calculations myself. You will fail."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Is Phoenix tied to a chair?*
"You don't want to mess with me. My task force is on the way. By the way, are we inside the Hyde Co. complex because if we are you need to spice it up more mate. Its quite depressing in here."
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*No.*
"Your 'task force' is located in Plane ID 0Q-V6. They aren't coming for you."
They sigh, seeming a little annoyed.
"I did not bring you here to 'mess with you', I brought you here to offer a proposition. Your feats of strength, even if they were in vain, show promise."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Phoenix looks for a door. "What sorta proposition mate?"
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There is the main door to the office, although it's being guarded by the aforementioned two robots. However, there is also a side door that does not seem to be guarded.
"All charges and fines from your past actions will be pardoned by me personally, upon one condition: You work as an emissary for Hyde Co under my supervision. Your identity will be protected from the public as you carry out tasks for the betterment of our enterprise. Do we have a deal?"
The Hyde Co. president holds out their segmented three-fingered hand, waiting patiently.
"And please, call me Doctor. Not 'mate' or 'buddy' or 'chum'. Doctor."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Phoenix rolls his eyes. "Do I get my stuff back if I agree Doc?"
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"I will see to it personally that everything that was confiscated returns to you... within the span of two to three days. It would take some time to extract these items from our archives. Here are the terms and conditions of the agreement, if you are interested."
A section of the glass window turns into a screen that is displaying a wall of small, green text: All of it in Undercommon. The text scrolls downwards slowly, but just fast enough to make reading everything nearly impossible.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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Phoenix sighs and signs. "Whatever."
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The doctor seems pleased.
"Phoenix, yes? It was quite pleasant meeting you. Goodbye."
Again, you feel the taser pressed against your back, and not even a second later, you lose consciousness.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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Phoenix falls forward with a grunt.
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As phoenix wakes up, they find themselves in a bright room. Next to them is a device that seems to resemble an MRI machine, but clearly has much more... arcane aspects to its design. There doesn't seem to be anyone around, but there are a few security cameras. A familiar voice echoes from what looks like a radio sitting on a table.
"No, you haven't died. This isn't purgatory, even if some may think of it that way. You have simply been more adequately equipped for your work in my Security Department. We will skip the training, as you seem more than capable of this field of work."
You notice that you feel rather cold. Not uncomfortably so, but it's just... odd.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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"What the [1GP]...." Phoenix grabs the radio and keys it. "What did you do to me?"
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As you reach out towards the 'radio', you notice how your hand... Isn't. Your. Hand.
You are instead greeted by the sight of a three-fingered, metallic hand of segmented, smooth steel plates. You can also see what looks like carbon-fiber underneath the steel and at the joints. And it isn't just your hand: Your entire arm seems to be composed of the same metal and carbon-fiber structure. And your other arm. And...
"I hope you are not alarmed by your new form. I have merely prepared you for the tasks to come: You should find yourself much more capable now."
"Welcome to Hyde Co., Unit PH3-0N1X."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"What...have....you....done...."
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"It is perfectly understandable if you are alarmed by this transition. You are, after all, one of the first I've converted in this fashion."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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Worship is leaving the reactor, taking apifite with her
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I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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"Friends definitely help. Except I don't got any, at the moment." He sighs. "What exactly is Hyde doing?"
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"Heh, what aren't they doing? They're kicking people out of entire neighborhoods to build their factories and power plants, and they've got a monopoly on pretty much everything tech-based. The president of Hyde's got politicians in their pocket too, so they can 'legally' do all of this, and anyone who doesn't comply gets swamped in crippling debt and years in jail. Basically, Hyde rules the world."
Jax sighs, looking down at their watch with a mixed expression of anger, sadness, and... guilt?
"Ever since Kraft stepped down, Hyde Co's gotten a hell of a lot meaner."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*The hyde co stuff seems so cool! I just have no idea how to get into it....*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
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