New Mission (Open RP)

by **acuyra** Tue Mar 18, 2014 2:53 pm

Logging on to networkâ€¦
Verifying secure lineâ€¦
Line secureâ€¦
Request?

Arrow, requesting bow.

Seeking bowâ€¦
Found onlineâ€¦
Establishing connection...

00:23 -Bow: Agent Seong-ji - why are you reporting early?
Bow: I was not expecting a report from you until next week.

00:23-Arrow: I am aware. There has been a complication.

00:23-Bow: There are always complications. Be specific.

00:24-Arrow: It is unlikely that I will be able to participate in the Friction World Cup.

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Seong-ji stared into the computer darkened computer screen as she pressed the Enter key, eager to see what the response would be. It was late. Later than she typically preferred - any other time, she maintained a strict curfew of midnight, sticking to her routine at all costs.

But tonight was an exception - she was experiencing nervousness, a rare emotion for her, even among the others. She was not accustomed to reporting failure, and her superiors were even less accustomed to receiving it - and far less forgiving.

She sat in the chair, clad only in her sleeping attire - short underwear and a plain shirt, with a cup of tea at her side, as she waited for the response from her contact. And waited. And waited. An entire three minutes.

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00:27-Arrow: Are you still there?

00:28-Bow: yes
00:28-Bow: One moment
00:30-Bow: What is the problem?

00:30-Arrow: A matter of entry. We have arrived too late for my participation.

00:31-Bow: Understood. You are sure there is no other way?

00:31-Arrow: I was exhaustive in my search. There is not.

00:31- Bow: I see.
Bow: That is unfortunate.

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Relief washed over Seong-ji like a wave - her contact was more understanding than she anticipated. Her situation was understandable, after all. She had not asked for the assignment, had not even wanted it - it was frivolous, a waste of resources. While she was not one to question the desires of their Glorious Leader, even she found the order lacking sense. But this setback would bring her home, finally, where she belonged, to do the work she had been trained to do and rid herself of this cesspool.

She allowed herself a rare smile, as she took a small sip of the tea, let it drip into her mouth.

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00:30-Bow: The fault does not lie with you, in this. The complications will be discerned later, and those responsible for such details will be addressed.

00:30-Arrow: Understood. I proffer my services in any such punitive measures.

00:31-Bow: That will be unnescessary
Bow: And impossible. You are to remain in Japan.

00:35 - Bow:...
Bow: Agent, are you still there?

00:37 -Arrow: Yes. I choked on my tea. I am well.
Though confused. Please explain.

00:38-Bow: Since you will not be able to secure the Friction World Cup, our Glorious Leader has assigned you to another, similar task - secure the Tension Championship.

00:38-Arrow: Friction
Arrow: You mean Friction.

00:38-Bow: Ah, yes. So I do.

00:40-Arrow: So, if I understand correctly, I am to stay in Japan - without return - until I can secure the belt.

00:41-Bow: Yes.
Bow: This will be a wonderful opportunity to

TERMINAL DISCONNECTED

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Daisuke Tsukino was finally turning his life around. He quit smoking. Managed to get a decent job at the firm, got all his tests in order. He and his wife had finally overcome their marital problems - they settled on having a baby, making things work, starting a real family, something to be proud of. For the first time in his whole life, he was content. No troubles.

Then a computer fell on his head from about four stories up as he passed an apartment building, putting him in the hospital.

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Air. She needed air.

She was stuck here. Stuck. Her ridiculous task had been replaced with an even more ridiculous task. Win the championship? At least the world cup would have been doable in a short amount of time. This would take her a year, in the best case scenario. A year in this festering pustule of a city. A year dealing with the inanity of the AFW. A year of pure torture, the likes of which even she would never have forced on anyone.

Karma? No. Karma could not be this ironic in its punishments. Reality itself was playing a joke on her.

She wandered through the streets, the rage seething, trying in vain to keep her emotions checked and hardly paying much attention to her surroundings as she went.