A familiar (to some), heavily armed and cybernetically enhanced person walks back into the Cafe, his right eye replaced with some sort of ocular implant, and various plates of armor and hydraulics visible on him. He smiles slightly, his uniform still revealing his to be a member of the legendary MTF Tau-5 "Samsara." He nods, and walks in, taking a seat in one of the corners, leaning a rather powerful-looking, and obviously anomalous tech, rifle against the wall next to him.
Nessa waits to see if they order anything
He smiles, his voice a bit less mechanical and more human than the last time. "Hello again, Nessa. Have you already forgotten me?" He chuckles a bit.
"I'm... just busy, sorry."
He chuckles again. "Irantu. Captain Irantu." He says with a smile.
"Ah, right. Um... How has it been?"
He nods. "Well enough. Despite the continued progression of the corruption to my programming, O5 has, surprisingly, let me continue. Apparently, they realized that the corruption is allowing me to think and adapt to situations, and has actually lowered casualty rates on missions where we're sent in."
"mmm... Most curious. Do you appriciate that?"
He nods. "Of course I do. And I think 05 are starting to appreciate me more. My loyalty is still unquestioned, and there are stipulations, such as taking vacations every now and then for, as they put it, maintenance and mental health reasons, but that is completely fine by me."
"I see... You felt very different I think last time we spoke."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A familiar (to some), heavily armed and cybernetically enhanced person walks back into the Cafe, his right eye replaced with some sort of ocular implant, and various plates of armor and hydraulics visible on him. He smiles slightly, his uniform still revealing his to be a member of the legendary MTF Tau-5 "Samsara." He nods, and walks in, taking a seat in one of the corners, leaning a rather powerful-looking, and obviously anomalous tech, rifle against the wall next to him.
Nessa waits to see if they order anything
He smiles, his voice a bit less mechanical and more human than the last time. "Hello again, Nessa. Have you already forgotten me?" He chuckles a bit.
"I'm... just busy, sorry."
He chuckles again. "Irantu. Captain Irantu." He says with a smile.
"Ah, right. Um... How has it been?"
He nods. "Well enough. Despite the continued progression of the corruption to my programming, O5 has, surprisingly, let me continue. Apparently, they realized that the corruption is allowing me to think and adapt to situations, and has actually lowered casualty rates on missions where we're sent in."
"mmm... Most curious. Do you appriciate that?"
He nods. "Of course I do. And I think 05 are starting to appreciate me more. My loyalty is still unquestioned, and there are stipulations, such as taking vacations every now and then for, as they put it, maintenance and mental health reasons, but that is completely fine by me."
"I see... You felt very different I think last time we spoke."
He smiles a bit. "I did. I was very frustrated at being forcibly benched and kept out of combat."
A familiar (to some), heavily armed and cybernetically enhanced person walks back into the Cafe, his right eye replaced with some sort of ocular implant, and various plates of armor and hydraulics visible on him. He smiles slightly, his uniform still revealing his to be a member of the legendary MTF Tau-5 "Samsara." He nods, and walks in, taking a seat in one of the corners, leaning a rather powerful-looking, and obviously anomalous tech, rifle against the wall next to him.
Nessa waits to see if they order anything
He smiles, his voice a bit less mechanical and more human than the last time. "Hello again, Nessa. Have you already forgotten me?" He chuckles a bit.
"I'm... just busy, sorry."
He chuckles again. "Irantu. Captain Irantu." He says with a smile.
"Ah, right. Um... How has it been?"
He nods. "Well enough. Despite the continued progression of the corruption to my programming, O5 has, surprisingly, let me continue. Apparently, they realized that the corruption is allowing me to think and adapt to situations, and has actually lowered casualty rates on missions where we're sent in."
"mmm... Most curious. Do you appriciate that?"
He nods. "Of course I do. And I think 05 are starting to appreciate me more. My loyalty is still unquestioned, and there are stipulations, such as taking vacations every now and then for, as they put it, maintenance and mental health reasons, but that is completely fine by me."
"I see... You felt very different I think last time we spoke."
He smiles a bit. "I did. I was very frustrated at being forcibly benched and kept out of combat."
"Do you still feel like that?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A familiar (to some), heavily armed and cybernetically enhanced person walks back into the Cafe, his right eye replaced with some sort of ocular implant, and various plates of armor and hydraulics visible on him. He smiles slightly, his uniform still revealing his to be a member of the legendary MTF Tau-5 "Samsara." He nods, and walks in, taking a seat in one of the corners, leaning a rather powerful-looking, and obviously anomalous tech, rifle against the wall next to him.
Nessa waits to see if they order anything
He smiles, his voice a bit less mechanical and more human than the last time. "Hello again, Nessa. Have you already forgotten me?" He chuckles a bit.
"I'm... just busy, sorry."
He chuckles again. "Irantu. Captain Irantu." He says with a smile.
"Ah, right. Um... How has it been?"
He nods. "Well enough. Despite the continued progression of the corruption to my programming, O5 has, surprisingly, let me continue. Apparently, they realized that the corruption is allowing me to think and adapt to situations, and has actually lowered casualty rates on missions where we're sent in."
"mmm... Most curious. Do you appriciate that?"
He nods. "Of course I do. And I think 05 are starting to appreciate me more. My loyalty is still unquestioned, and there are stipulations, such as taking vacations every now and then for, as they put it, maintenance and mental health reasons, but that is completely fine by me."
"I see... You felt very different I think last time we spoke."
He smiles a bit. "I did. I was very frustrated at being forcibly benched and kept out of combat."
"Do you still feel like that?"
He shakes his head. "Not really. Still a little frustrating at times, but I'm more content and at peace with it now."
A familiar (to some), heavily armed and cybernetically enhanced person walks back into the Cafe, his right eye replaced with some sort of ocular implant, and various plates of armor and hydraulics visible on him. He smiles slightly, his uniform still revealing his to be a member of the legendary MTF Tau-5 "Samsara." He nods, and walks in, taking a seat in one of the corners, leaning a rather powerful-looking, and obviously anomalous tech, rifle against the wall next to him.
Nessa waits to see if they order anything
He smiles, his voice a bit less mechanical and more human than the last time. "Hello again, Nessa. Have you already forgotten me?" He chuckles a bit.
"I'm... just busy, sorry."
He chuckles again. "Irantu. Captain Irantu." He says with a smile.
"Ah, right. Um... How has it been?"
He nods. "Well enough. Despite the continued progression of the corruption to my programming, O5 has, surprisingly, let me continue. Apparently, they realized that the corruption is allowing me to think and adapt to situations, and has actually lowered casualty rates on missions where we're sent in."
"mmm... Most curious. Do you appriciate that?"
He nods. "Of course I do. And I think 05 are starting to appreciate me more. My loyalty is still unquestioned, and there are stipulations, such as taking vacations every now and then for, as they put it, maintenance and mental health reasons, but that is completely fine by me."
"I see... You felt very different I think last time we spoke."
He smiles a bit. "I did. I was very frustrated at being forcibly benched and kept out of combat."
"Do you still feel like that?"
He shakes his head. "Not really. Still a little frustrating at times, but I'm more content and at peace with it now."
"Do you think that is a willing change?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A familiar (to some), heavily armed and cybernetically enhanced person walks back into the Cafe, his right eye replaced with some sort of ocular implant, and various plates of armor and hydraulics visible on him. He smiles slightly, his uniform still revealing his to be a member of the legendary MTF Tau-5 "Samsara." He nods, and walks in, taking a seat in one of the corners, leaning a rather powerful-looking, and obviously anomalous tech, rifle against the wall next to him.
Nessa waits to see if they order anything
He smiles, his voice a bit less mechanical and more human than the last time. "Hello again, Nessa. Have you already forgotten me?" He chuckles a bit.
"I'm... just busy, sorry."
He chuckles again. "Irantu. Captain Irantu." He says with a smile.
"Ah, right. Um... How has it been?"
He nods. "Well enough. Despite the continued progression of the corruption to my programming, O5 has, surprisingly, let me continue. Apparently, they realized that the corruption is allowing me to think and adapt to situations, and has actually lowered casualty rates on missions where we're sent in."
"mmm... Most curious. Do you appriciate that?"
He nods. "Of course I do. And I think 05 are starting to appreciate me more. My loyalty is still unquestioned, and there are stipulations, such as taking vacations every now and then for, as they put it, maintenance and mental health reasons, but that is completely fine by me."
"I see... You felt very different I think last time we spoke."
He smiles a bit. "I did. I was very frustrated at being forcibly benched and kept out of combat."
"Do you still feel like that?"
He shakes his head. "Not really. Still a little frustrating at times, but I'm more content and at peace with it now."
"Do you think that is a willing change?"
He cocks his head. "As in, was it something that actually changed within me, or was it programmed? Most likely the former, since they also have been having even trying to upload new programming into me."
A familiar (to some), heavily armed and cybernetically enhanced person walks back into the Cafe, his right eye replaced with some sort of ocular implant, and various plates of armor and hydraulics visible on him. He smiles slightly, his uniform still revealing his to be a member of the legendary MTF Tau-5 "Samsara." He nods, and walks in, taking a seat in one of the corners, leaning a rather powerful-looking, and obviously anomalous tech, rifle against the wall next to him.
Nessa waits to see if they order anything
He smiles, his voice a bit less mechanical and more human than the last time. "Hello again, Nessa. Have you already forgotten me?" He chuckles a bit.
"I'm... just busy, sorry."
He chuckles again. "Irantu. Captain Irantu." He says with a smile.
"Ah, right. Um... How has it been?"
He nods. "Well enough. Despite the continued progression of the corruption to my programming, O5 has, surprisingly, let me continue. Apparently, they realized that the corruption is allowing me to think and adapt to situations, and has actually lowered casualty rates on missions where we're sent in."
"mmm... Most curious. Do you appriciate that?"
He nods. "Of course I do. And I think 05 are starting to appreciate me more. My loyalty is still unquestioned, and there are stipulations, such as taking vacations every now and then for, as they put it, maintenance and mental health reasons, but that is completely fine by me."
"I see... You felt very different I think last time we spoke."
He smiles a bit. "I did. I was very frustrated at being forcibly benched and kept out of combat."
"Do you still feel like that?"
He shakes his head. "Not really. Still a little frustrating at times, but I'm more content and at peace with it now."
"Do you think that is a willing change?"
He cocks his head. "As in, was it something that actually changed within me, or was it programmed? Most likely the former, since they also have been having even trying to upload new programming into me."
"Was it influenced by a forgien power?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A familiar (to some), heavily armed and cybernetically enhanced person walks back into the Cafe, his right eye replaced with some sort of ocular implant, and various plates of armor and hydraulics visible on him. He smiles slightly, his uniform still revealing his to be a member of the legendary MTF Tau-5 "Samsara." He nods, and walks in, taking a seat in one of the corners, leaning a rather powerful-looking, and obviously anomalous tech, rifle against the wall next to him.
Nessa waits to see if they order anything
He smiles, his voice a bit less mechanical and more human than the last time. "Hello again, Nessa. Have you already forgotten me?" He chuckles a bit.
"I'm... just busy, sorry."
He chuckles again. "Irantu. Captain Irantu." He says with a smile.
"Ah, right. Um... How has it been?"
He nods. "Well enough. Despite the continued progression of the corruption to my programming, O5 has, surprisingly, let me continue. Apparently, they realized that the corruption is allowing me to think and adapt to situations, and has actually lowered casualty rates on missions where we're sent in."
"mmm... Most curious. Do you appriciate that?"
He nods. "Of course I do. And I think 05 are starting to appreciate me more. My loyalty is still unquestioned, and there are stipulations, such as taking vacations every now and then for, as they put it, maintenance and mental health reasons, but that is completely fine by me."
"I see... You felt very different I think last time we spoke."
He smiles a bit. "I did. I was very frustrated at being forcibly benched and kept out of combat."
"Do you still feel like that?"
He shakes his head. "Not really. Still a little frustrating at times, but I'm more content and at peace with it now."
"Do you think that is a willing change?"
He cocks his head. "As in, was it something that actually changed within me, or was it programmed? Most likely the former, since they also have been having even trying to upload new programming into me."
"Was it influenced by a forgien power?"
He chuckles, and shakes his head. "I highly doubt it."
A familiar (to some), heavily armed and cybernetically enhanced person walks back into the Cafe, his right eye replaced with some sort of ocular implant, and various plates of armor and hydraulics visible on him. He smiles slightly, his uniform still revealing his to be a member of the legendary MTF Tau-5 "Samsara." He nods, and walks in, taking a seat in one of the corners, leaning a rather powerful-looking, and obviously anomalous tech, rifle against the wall next to him.
A d-class, who just changed into normal clothes, curses under his breath and casually attempts to walk away
A surprisingly human voice, with just a hint of mechanical or robotic undercurrents, enters his mind. No need to run. I'm not here on business.
A familiar (to some), heavily armed and cybernetically enhanced person walks back into the Cafe, his right eye replaced with some sort of ocular implant, and various plates of armor and hydraulics visible on him. He smiles slightly, his uniform still revealing his to be a member of the legendary MTF Tau-5 "Samsara." He nods, and walks in, taking a seat in one of the corners, leaning a rather powerful-looking, and obviously anomalous tech, rifle against the wall next to him.
A d-class, who just changed into normal clothes, curses under his breath and casually attempts to walk away
A surprisingly human voice, with just a hint of mechanical or robotic undercurrents, enters his mind. No need to run. I'm not here on business.
"Cool. Uh, neither am i. No business going, especially not funny kind."
"I see... You felt very different I think last time we spoke."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He smiles a bit. "I did. I was very frustrated at being forcibly benched and kept out of combat."
"Do you still feel like that?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He shakes his head. "Not really. Still a little frustrating at times, but I'm more content and at peace with it now."
"Do you think that is a willing change?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He cocks his head. "As in, was it something that actually changed within me, or was it programmed? Most likely the former, since they also have been having even trying to upload new programming into me."
"Was it influenced by a forgien power?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Treble finishes her croissant and then looks around for anomalous stuff, since she's bored. *I assume this is like a paladin's Divine Sense.*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*If it is*
Theres definatly something on the d-class thats anamolous
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
#FreeDND
Treble gets up and walks over. "Hey there, who would you be?"
*What SCPs has the D-Class worked on? Treble might have seen them before.*
*Also, gtg give a presentation! Woo! :(*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*Can't say just yet :D*
"Um... you asked my name? Thats a first."
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
#FreeDND
Captain Irantu recently walked back into the Cafe with an obviously anomalous rifle, which he set against the wall next to him.
He chuckles, and shakes his head. "I highly doubt it."
"What do you not have one?" She seems to be joking, then stops. "Wait. Do you really not have one?"
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Nobody called me more than just 'd-class' back at the foundation.... i think my name was Alex?" He pauses, "Weird, its fuzzy."
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
#FreeDND
"Cool. Uh, neither am i. No business going, especially not funny kind."
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
#FreeDND
The Wondertainment Salesman is checking his inventory.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
several bits-and-bobs (trademarked) are missing
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
#FreeDND
He slams his fists down on the table. "WHO THE (GP) STOLE FROM ME?!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.