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[Well, after having arrived a little while ago, North has kept a watchful eye on the communications of others, and he's got an idea of what he ought to be doing.
It's been a harrowing trip--mentally, at least--and he's still slightly confused by the situation. Last thing he knew, he wasn't conscious. And now he's been deposited in a place that's about as mysterious as it gets.
He stands in the lobby of the castle in full armor, book open, and decides to introduce himself. Voice muted by the helmet, he addresses the general populace.]
Don't stop me if you've heard this one before. This is North, and I'm less lost than I am confused. Anybody care to give a guy the grand tour?
[After which point he just shrugs at the damn thing and tucks it away in his armor. With a shake of his head, he takes off his helmet, and begins to wander the lobby.]
It's been a harrowing trip--mentally, at least--and he's still slightly confused by the situation. Last thing he knew, he wasn't conscious. And now he's been deposited in a place that's about as mysterious as it gets.
He stands in the lobby of the castle in full armor, book open, and decides to introduce himself. Voice muted by the helmet, he addresses the general populace.]
Don't stop me if you've heard this one before. This is North, and I'm less lost than I am confused. Anybody care to give a guy the grand tour?
[After which point he just shrugs at the damn thing and tucks it away in his armor. With a shake of his head, he takes off his helmet, and begins to wander the lobby.]
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So, what state did you get stuck with? Idaho, Vermont...?
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[That's when the resemblance starts to sink in.]
so, you're South's..?
[Brother, crazy similar cousin, thing she gets really pissed about not wanting to talk about... he'll let North fill in the blank.]
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[he figures that may be the safer response than, "Oh hey, your sister is a bitch"... which he very nearly said instead.]
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[Everybody else says it... why not join the fun!]
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[Church is nursing a foul mood and is determined to not like North. If for no other reason than the Castle chose the wrong Freelancer to add. But, it would be easier if he had a temper like his sister, so he'll try pushing a button or two.]
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[Which... 99% of the populace does not know how to do. Let's just say he's used to it.]
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[Oddly enough he's used to the whole "rotten bitch" thing, so it doesn't bother him all that much. But damn North is just mellow as hell. He almost reminds him of Doc, but without all the extra stupid pacifist bullshit.]
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But off the field of battle, he's the most zen motherfucker you're going to meet in the Freelancers.]
That's the normal reaction.
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What do I want? Well, I just got here, so I'm doing that thing where I generally ask people what the hell is going on.
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[He holds out a finger for each of the following points, ticking them off his mental list of major things he's found out so far.]
Expect things to go from boring as hell to WTF pretty regularly.
The Castle took something away from you... a memory, an ability or something else. It can take other things from you at any moment but it's usually temporary.
Your journal is your primary means of communication with others and a way to figure out what is going on.
The castle is pretty huge but there is also a city just a short walk away if you want to go somewhere else. The people there have no clue what is going on.
Don't go too far or you'll end up in the "Dead Zone" where technology stops working. From what I've heard, the Castle also stops having an influence there as well.
People come and go from here with no apparent rhyme or reason. Some people have been here years and others only stay for a few days... some people come back over and over again. Apparently I've been here at least once before.
You aren't likely to remember coming and going... but then again, some people do. So, who the fuck knows.
Be careful what you wish for big things have a price. I haven't fucked with this one so I don't know if it's just a scare tactic or what.
A lot of people here are way to fuckin' touchy. But you kinda seem like a "Mr. Nice Guy" so that shouldn't be an issue.
That should just about cover the basics... this concludes your intro to Wonderfuck session. Anything else, I'm sure your Freelancer buddies will be happy to help you with.
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That's helpful. Very helpful, actually. Don't go to the Dead Zone, don't wish for anything too drastic, and don't get attached.
Have you worked with the Freelancers much? We're an odd group. More than that. some of us.
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Work with Freelancers... usually you guys just showed up to fuck things up for the rest of us.
The only Freelancer I've ever worked with is Tex... well, until I got here.
York and I were part of the group that took care of things when that idiot Mr. Many kidnapped a bunch of people.
South showed me around the city...
[He's definitely not going to mention the kissing thing that happened on their first attempt to go. If Grif is any example, big brothers don't take people kissing their baby sisters well.]
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So you get along with her?
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[He shrugs noncommittally.]
I'm a professional, I can work with anyone if I have to.
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[He shrugs, too.]
And what do we have to work with? Not a lot, it sounds like.
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I'm not exactly a social butterfly, York or Wash would be better for that.
One tip though... Keep the flying cheerleader on your good side. Not only can she fly but she could probably bench press a Pelican. Who knows what else.
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[Now you lost him.]
Flying cheerleader?
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[He's not even bothering to hide his contempt for Omega. As much as he'd try to deny it, he's still bitter about Tex leaving him again.]
Yeah, she's a blond chick who's seriously, dressed like a cheerleader. Got a great big S on her chest.
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[And how. He never one hundred percent trusted her until she started acting like a human being.
Oddly enough.]
And she's got some kind of problem?
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[He shakes his head, he doesn't want to dredge this shit up. Keep it where it belongs, dead and buried.]
No more problems than any other chick... but she could toss you, armor and all, like you were nothing. And shit like that would just ruin your day. You can die here.
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