savetheearth | Entries tagged with spec-ops cell go-busters: masato jin

[The first part of this post is a screenshot of a text conversation on his phone--a pretty one-sided one at that. By which I mean, entirely one-sided. The 'conversation' is as follows:

abducted by cultists around 10pm
headed to either davie's apartment or "underground fountain"
names james, davie, chloe, 2 more
have guns, knives, 1 automatic gun
help HELP
call Eileen

After attaching the image, Jovan switches back to his usual text format.]

^^^ what the fuck is this supposed to be?! I just got sent this from that lady working at the hotel that's giving us free rooms, Bunbright or something. If this is a prank, it's a really shit one, I'll just say right now.

I have no fucking idea where Davie's apartment is. Or what this "underground fountain" is supposed to be, are those even a thing?!

and who the FUCK is Eileen

holy fuck, somebody do something, i am STARTING TO FREAK OUT A LITTLE over here!! what am I supposed to DO?!

EDIT: Oh my god I cannot BELIEVE I'm doing this but Eileen's this lady's daughter and she's letting us into her house to search it, and I am NOT going alone in there, no fucking way. Who wants to go on this fucked up cultist scavenger hunt?

((OOC: The edit is ICly made approx. an hour after the post initially goes up. Specify in your comment subject if you're responding post-edit or not!))

amajin

[Jin gives his iconic little dorky two-fingered salute into the camera.]

Hey, everybody!

I know it's been a while. Me and my family, including all the robots and Cain... Are going on a trip to Vegas to check it out down there. And you know, take a vacation. It'll be a nice ride between here and there, not having to remember a bunch of bullshit. But we also wanna check out the cool sights! Anyone got any recommendations for tourist traps between here and there?

And hey, anyone on the network wanna hook up for dinner or something while we're in Vegas? I'm a giant robot engineer, and also a doctor. My kid's a helicopter and giant robot pilot, and you are not allowed to see her alone! I have a man-sized robot who is always up for socializing... And uh... Then there's Cain. I'm gonna let him fill out his own social calendar, though.

So, long story short, tell me what's cool between Locke and Vegas, and let me know if you want to hit me up while we're there! I've been around the block a couple of times, so I'll meet up with anybody who needs an old hand to make them feel better about the hand life's dealt them, here I am.

ruleorserve

Ah. I see. A sort of numerical password. That would explain why it’s so hard to forget. Still, I’ll spare anyone who might be out there what I imagine are the usual set of questions, although I must admit to some surprise that it works this well.

[Especially given that notebooks aren’t really supposed to hold entire networks within them. Unfortunately, he’s never been terribly good at this sort of thing, especially when he can hardly have expected what he’d found in the first place and so for a while it looks as if that’s all he has. It's very nearly only as an afterthought that he adds anything more.]

But who am I to argue with it? There are, after all, more things in heaven and earth than dreamt of in one man’s philosophy.

dorkytracksuit

IIf you have the abiiliity two help, are you morally obliigated two do so?

Just somethiing II've been thiinkiing about lately.

hotshots

[ Video starts, and it's Neil. Don't mind the messy apartment behind him, because he has a sharp enough look in his eye that you'd probably be better not to call him on it right now. ]

Sup, kids? Neil here.

So! If any of you have turned on the news the past couple days, I'm sure you've seen some crap went down in Vegas. Given all that, I think it's safe to say...

Ladies and gentlemen? The honeymoon's over.

[ He sighs a bit, and leans back in his seat. ] So. Here's the thing. Down here at Giant Robot HQ, we've got some handy dandy access to the FBI. All things told, things haven't been that shabby for us. Everything's been on the up and up.

[ He waves a hand. ]

Then you get something like this. So what I'm tellin' ya, it's for your own benefit, folks.

Thanks to this Goldman kid, FBI presence is ratcheting up. Both cities. They're gonna be on the lookout for anything stirring up shit and causing trouble out there.

[ He leans back to the camera, propping his head up on one hand. ]

This doesn't mean you run and hide, this doesn't mean the FBI's out to get ya. What it does mean is everyone needs to be careful. This is about a hell of a lot more than just us, and the only way we're gonna be seen right is if we act right.

Is it fair one kid's screw up puts the spotlight even harder on the rest of us? Maybe not, but hey - that's the way the world works. We've gotta deal with it now, and the only way we will is if we watch our asses from here on, 'cause now we gotta do it even more. Especially you all with powers. Watch your heads, okay?

I know I don't have to tell this to a lot of you, but think before you act, guys. And maybe remember... it ain't just us out there, now.

[ With that, he cuts the feed, and only after that does he give a long breath.

Boy.

This was gonna be fun. ]

bombgasmic

A semi-important announcement: Take care not to jinx yourself with hypothetical questions by making sure to knock on wood!
A more important announcement: Even if your past self is as obsessed with explosives as mine was, it's ver crucial to be careful in handling them. A lot more careful than me.

In conclusion: I'm okay. But I had a close call with one of the bombs I Echoed back from other-me. Not that fun.

That said, to discuss a lighter aspect of my situation, due to the incident my hair is all singed and messed up on one side so I have to get that cleaned up eventually. I don't want to cut it all short though, so I guess my choice is going to be one of those asymmetrical styles!! Sort of exciting. I haven't changed my hair in a few years.

Speaking of hairstyles, though, my old one looks almost just like the one my other self had in the one memory I have where she looked in a mirror. Does this happen a lot? Do you have hair similar to other-you, too? I know some guy who Echoed back other-him's hair... I don't bet he's alone in that, is he?

Take care to take care of yourself guys.

neopianangst

[Whoops hello everyone, someone's been mopey lately(dead significant others will do that to you) and boy does it show. Shinji's currently sitting on his bed hugging his knees with his laptop in front of him.]

So...if I told the FBI I didn't want anything to do with the robot I got back anymore, what do you guys think would happen?

brotimaeus

Who: Richard Stroud (Bro Strider) & YOU~
When: June 17
Where: Winding Way Bookstore & Expresso Yourself, potential to move anywhere else/into a Blackout area if that's the way it goes c:
What: A couple of general prompts looking to boost CR and lay down some more roots in the game. c: Any format is fine, I'll follow you.

---

( Read more... )

waltharius

[ Walter is looking like utter crap, and that's putting it nicely. His hair is disheveled (!!!) and he's got bags under his eyes. Though most of his injuries from the demon car have healed up, his arm remains in a cast. He takes a deep breath before speaking. ]

...hey, uh.

[ He brings out a large pinkish bow, fumbling awkwardly as he tries to keep it in the frame. ]

I found this in my closet after the... the car thing. Obviously, I can't shoot it now, but later, I'm -- I'll probably need arrows. Considering how things have been lately, I want to be prepared for... whatever.

But... I'll be honest, it's been getting really, really hard. Keeping all of this a secret, I mean. I just... don't know how much longer I can hide this from my parents. They're kind of oblivious to a lot of things, but they're not stupid...

... ...anyway, on a less... whiny note, I'm eighteen now. I thought I'd feel a little different, but... no, I'm the same old me.

[ Walter offers a weak smile. ]

Pretty silly of me, huh?

boredallready

Guys guys guys! I just got the best Echo-Pulse-Thingy ever!

[The camera pans to one side to show a large white and green canine standing next to him. You may not that he didn't really have to tip the image down to get its face in the shot. In fact, he may have gone up just a little bit It really does look like it's standing on all fours, too.

The picture goes back to Lloyd.]

I got a dog! I guess he was mine before and his name is Noishe!

[His excitement morphs into something closer to a nervous smile.]

So...what am I supposed to tell my dad? I sorta haven't told him about any of this yet...

cava

Who: Cain and Jin (and J??)
When: Friday, May 9
Where: Sullivan's, some Irish pub in Locke
What: Drinking, dinner, echo discussion, alternative energy sources, friendly murder threats?

( so raise up your pint of rum and take another swig )

moodkiller

[She'd been lurking the network on and off for a few weeks. Now, she knew a fair amount of what had been happening, but her schoolwork - regrettably - came first. As tantalizing a lead as this network was to the truth, it would be there regardless. But now, she finally had some time between studying and her scattered extracurriculars. Marvelous.

A voice comes across on the network, and it sounds like a teenage girl speaking softly.]

Let's get right to it. My name is Natalie Sherman.

... I have to say, for all I'd heard, I didn't expect to be a part of this. I've done a bit of reading, and this certainly explains a few things - my uncle's arrest, for a start. He was guilty, to put it mildly, so today's verdict is what he deserved. And as for the source of those sex scandal allegations... [her tone changes on that last point, she clearly isn't pleased or comfortable.] I'd like to have a few words with whoever thought that blog was a remotely good idea...

However, I do have a few other questions? Relating to one thing, primarily. I'm going to attach a pair of photos to this post. If anyone recognizes this card, I'd appreciate anything you might be able to tell me.

attached: IMG0145.jpg, IMG0146.jpg

( ooc cut for images )

[two cell phone photos, two sides of a card. it's a little fuzzy, and surrounded by a blue glow. those paying close attention will see what looks like some kind of workbench behind the camera in these shots.]

I know that it's a tarot card - the Wheel of Fortune. But that's all that I know, and it only raises further questions.

Another thing... [she's not even going to bother making this private. she just needs to get his attention, and if she can open a line to anyone else who might know something by calling him out? so much the better.] Matt, I know you're here. You're a little hard to miss. Contact me.

amajin

Who: Jin + Yoko Aznable; Beet J. Stag.
When: April 12th, Evening
Where: The Aznable Home
What: Jin's finally echoed back his 14 years of imprisonment in hyperspace, and the reason why his body is still so young. It explains a lot, but it's not a pleasant explanation.

( Trapped in a prism, in a prism of light. Alone in the darkness, darkness of white... )

skycutter

Okay, question.

[No wait, he pauses, before saying "aw, to hell with it," and turns on the video instead. He's done trying to be anonymous to even the other number club members.

This is someone some people from LCHS or Thunder Corp or just from somewhere may know, except... different. Aside from the deeper voice, Miles' face is more angular, his bones slightly more prominent than before. Basically, he looks like an older teen instead of someone who's just fifteen.]

Okay, now's the question.

What kind of physical changes did these echoes, pulses, whatever-you-call-them give you? As in you personally, and not what you've seen so far on the network. Hair, eye color, that kind of thing. I know some people are turning into robots and we've got a guy with feathers and wings now. It doesn't have to be as big as those changes. Even little ones, as long as they're from echoes.

... Let's just call this scientific curiosity. I'm not about to sell anyone out to some crazy lab or our so-called enemies. I just want to know.

[[ ooc: And here is a thing for context! ]]

sylvanguard

[Guess who isn't amused? That's right, her. The reason for her rather annoyed look is because she is now sporting a set of pointed ears that are slightly bigger than her former human ears. Even if she got creative with her hair, its almost certain the tips would peak out.]

Okay not amused. Gabriel this is all your fault! First you rock up with pointy ears and now look! Ears like yours!

[She turns her head so that her ears are more prominently displayed.]

What am I going to do?

[The last question is more rhetorical and is muttered to herself. She might be starting to freak out. Then suddenly looking up she furrows her brows slightly.]

I guess the better question is how do you tell you're family you're different?

part_time_overlord

So here's something I just found out that I think you all have the right to know but that I would greatly appreciate not getting leaked to the press or anything like that.

How to put this delicately...

I am literally Satan, the King of all Demons. Presumably the lord of Hell and adversary of Heaven too.

For what it's worth don't feel any desire to damn anyone's souls?

gogoghostpowers

[It is 3 am. Danny's hair is disheveled, and he is in his freemasonry-symbol pajamas. His face is lit only by the glow of his laptop screen. He looks crazed, and it's not certain whether he actually looks like that, or that's just because of the lighting.]

Oh my god, guys, I just--I figured it out!

So, there were those pink lights in Vegas that we all saw, right? And pink lights mean something's alien-related. So alien-related stuff is showing up in Vegas, which is only like 200 miles from Tonopah Air Force Base, where the real alien testing was done during the Cold War when they were using Area 51 as a decoy!

Guys. This--this can't be a coincidence. Who knows how deep this goes. It might even go beyond the Locke police department, beyond Sherman and even Edwards. This could go as high up as the military--or the secret service, or the president himself!

I don't know what's going to happen next or what it all means just yet, but I know it's connected somehow.

lowres

[The text is in pink glitter. The writing is clearly a younger girl's. The "i"s are dotted with little bubbles.]

Hail and well met, everyone! I was wondering if it would be possible for me to get the answers to a few questions! I have heard many rumors from school, but I do not want to believe them until I hear the true story! To do otherwise would be rude!
-Is it true that the giant robots which were used in the battle last month must eat cars for energy? Is it true that the cars are actually sentient and it is a case of robotic cannibalism? (That seems so cruel 8C!)

-Are those with super powers actually aliens themselves fighting an intergalactic war after the destruction of their home planet and you've actually come here to protect our planet from invaders, asking nothing in return? (If that is the case then I am sure you will find that this world will welcome you if you'd like to settle down!)

-Are you actually the product of radiation experiments in after school detentions? (I have never been to after school detention is it really so bad?)

-Can you get powers or strange memories by being bitten by someone who has powers? (I do not remember being bitten by anyone!)

-I've heard that there are people who became angels! Is this true?

-And animals who can talk!

-Is everyone who has found that they can access this network actually a clone of their original selves replaced by the government in order to combat the looming alien threat?? (I do not personally believe that one, but I would like to get confirmation.)
As you can see there are many different origin stories and I just want to make sure I get it right, so as not to offend anyone. Thank you for your time, everyone. ♥

theearth

Who: OPEN.
When: March 9th, Sunday, daylight hours.
Where: The business district of Locke City.
What: An enormous snake monster is pissed.
Warnings: Violence.

[The alien explodes silently - but it explodes.

First in a small cloud of hot (rose-scented) gas - those there to watch its final moments will want to step back.

A ripple in the air pulses - heavily - from where it once was, with absolutely no sound and color, but penetrating force. Anyone standing within two miles of the point of origin will feel a push, with those closest guaranteed to be knocked off their feet and temporarily dazed. Cars swerve and crash. Staff in the nearest office buildings launch into disarray. There’s no shielding from the blast - it can be felt through walls, through structures, in the air, and underground.

And it is felt underground.

The entire business district starts to shake, abruptly, jarred to a stir by some movement. It rises over the span of a long half-a-minute to the magnitude of December’s earthquake.

Tuning Towers experiences the worst of it - windows are smashing and objects are shaking loose and falling from the upper floors.

It finally ends - with screaming - as the head of an enormous pink snake breaks the lobby floor.

It flows its way quickly out of the hole it’s made, breaks itself another hole ever so politely through the main entrance doors, which were not meant to accommodate a twenty-foot-tall-and-wide exitor, and as it draws the last of its tail out after it, the quaking dies down.

It’s now roaring its way through the streets of Locke City’s business district - all several hundred meters of Wise Snake, emerged in the flesh (or stone?).

No regard for the walls of buildings, streetlamps, civilians, stopped and blindly pulled-over vehicles, anything else on its course - in a frantically-awakened, unrestricted rampage.]

[ OOC: This is part two of the Season 1's finale. The first - the assault on the farmhouse - is here; pertinent plot posts one and two. ]

shotguncarnage

Who: Miles Lewis and you~!
When: February 22nd, Saturday
Where: The Mall / Varric's vacinity
What: Mall cop business, and then some downtime being a bodyguard.
Warnings: n/a?

Feel free to create your own scenario for the mall!

( Cigarette break time. OPEN. )

( After work, it's time for... more work! CLOSED. )

titansno

[hello, network! Rachel's got her laptop off to the side and a camera mounted in front of her and that is...certainly a deck of tarot cards being weave-shuffled on their own. just because no one else is in the room, she's got a cigarette dangling out of her mouth.]

Thanks to some people, and they know who they are... [she takes a drag on the cig, dropping off some ash into the tray.] I feel like doing readings. Who wants one? It's fun.

[well. that's simple enough.]

healspec

[Jan 25, shortly after the meeting and the accidental death of David Proud.]

[Ravi just feels numb, but he realizes it's important to inform the network how things turned out, so here he is. everything is still kind of sinking in, so he doesn't have much to say about it beyond the bare facts.]

Snakes are gone. Proud is dead.

[pause. he considers adding in a 'sorry,' but ultimately decides it's too much effort in his current emotional state and doesn't.]

idealofhope

Well, I just lost 10 Gs.

How's your Sunday going?

centurian

Who: Gerald and Jin
What: Drinks! And SCIENCE TALK.
When: A couple of weeks ago after this thread
Where: A bar called Grumpy's.
Warnings: Gerald being a super cool guy (aka none)?

( If your friends don't dance, then they're no friends of mine )

ex_purity762

On this network I've seen a lot of things. People have always seemed divided on issues, and how to treat the Blood Keys looks to be no different. There's been a lot of anger here, and to be honest, I can understand that.

But others have expressed why they feel it's wrong already. There's nothing I could really add to that. So what I would rather do is ask you all a question.

Who do you want to be?

I don't ask what you want to be, because I'm not sure how much of a say we have in that. But we can decide who we are, and maybe knowing each others' answer to that will help us better understand one another.

So I'll start. I want to be someone who can help others. It doesn't matter how big or small that help is - but I want to be capable of that. Not just for my family, but the people around me who need it.

I'd like to know your answers too, if anyone's willing.

[ooc: Not sure if I need to mention but if you guys want to reply to each other, feel free to!]

reapsthewind

[Chris is standing in her bedroom in Elian's house, near the back of the room, arms folded, leaning up against the wall]

I'm not here to join the chorus of "killing people is wrong! Killing Blood Keys is wrong!" because one, it'd be hypocritical of me, and two, it's not going to sway the opinion of the people doing it.

Instead, I'm going to take issue with your reasoning, your arguments, with the way you've gone about it, and the people you're targeting.

First, to those of you arguing that it's totally fine to kill Blood Keys because they're cyborgs? Fuck you. And if you dare say "Well, Chris, you're different! You still have emotions and compassion!" fuck you twice. Last I checked most of the Blood Keys still actually had those things, they're just also desperate stupid bastards. You say "well, it's okay because they're not human!" How many of us aren't human? What about the one guy who turned into a giant bug, or our zombie friend? Is it ok to kill them because oh, they're not human anymore? Fuck you. If you're going to kill Blood Keys, stop fucking moralizing that what you did was right because they weren't human. If you're going to have a reason, have it be that they're on the Enemy's side and working for them. Nothing more, nothing less.

[Despite the swearing, despite the impassioned nature of her speech, she actually sounds oddly calm. She's not shouting, at least, though her voice has taken on this exceptionally reedy, nasal edge. Well, more than usual.]

Speaking of that? Killing Blood Keys is about the most useless stupid shit you can pull right now. And trust me, I get it. A lot of us who have been here since day one? We're tired of just reacting to things. There's those of us--myself included--who would rather go on the offensive instead of just sitting here defending ourselves against the next batch of bullshit they come up with. But the Blood Keys? They're not the disease, they're a symptom. If they're being financed by the Enemy which THEY TOTALLY FUCKING ARE, then if you kill them, the Enemy will just pull up more stupid low-life poor slobs, offer them a way out, and send them as cannon fodder against us. You'll never be able to get rid of them that way, you have to attack the problem at its source. Furthermore--and I know this from experience--attacking them will just rile them up and give them a perfectly good reason to attack us.

I know, because I DID that. I murdered two of the bastards and what did I get for it? A horrible Echo and it led to the clinic being attacked. It was my fault. I fucked that up. If you go out wantonly murdering them, we'll have more incidents like that one. Learn from my stupid, horrible, godawful dumb mistakes.

If you want to make a real difference? Figure out who's behind the Blood Keys, and murder that guy. Then destroy the infrastructure they're using to keep the Keys organized, destroy the supply lines they're using to get the cybernetics to those kids, destroy the propaganda they're using to get to them. That'll solve the problem way faster than just running around like the Punisher.

centurian

[ Even if there were other important matters on his mind, Gerald Vakarian had been thinking about one thing in particular since the New Year began. So, after a productive day (or as productive as police officers stating "we've told you all we know about ThunderCorp, Agent Vakarian" in ten different ways can be"), he figures it's time to give this strange network a whirl yet again.

This time, he connects via a piece of paper, and he can't quite say that it makes him comfortable. Thankfully, his bold text doesn't quite give that away. ]

SO, SEEING HOW THIS IS ALL NOT A DREAM, I WAS WONDERING IF ANY OF YOU COULD TELL ME WHAT SORT OF THING THIS IS.

[ What follows is an assortment of images clearly glued onto paper by someone who is not a professional artist. ]

[ . . . ]

ACTUALLY... SCRATCH THAT.

( cut for more fail!images )

cava

Bonne année et bonne santé, Network! Ça va?

[Cain is sitting on his balcony and looking...festive. Bottle of wine in hand, he's got a pair of these stupid ostentatious rainbow things on his face - but the nonsense doesn't end there. Perched on top of his head like a gaudy monstrosity is the stitched-together frankenhat born when this and this collide, backed up by a solid amount of EL tape forming an outline around the hat. The less said about the rest of what he's wearing, the better. It is horrifying. Who lets him go anywhere? He explodes a party popper towards the camera of his phone, grinning.]

Watch this.

( ooc cut for length )

wannabered

You guys know how I said it sucks to suddenly get a lifetime's worth of memories all at once in your head? Ends up, it sucks even when it happens again.

[Looks like Thomas is back and he's walking through his apartment with his smartphone's camera on him.]

Oh wait, no. The worst thing is coming back into the city and having your car suddenly turn into an anime Prius when you reach your apartment building at like six am. Anyway, I'm back. Don't know why I forgot, but it was nice going home to spend the holidays with my mom and brother.

Sorry I didn't get anyone anything, I couldn't remember. Everyone feel free to send some gifts my way though. Or who knows, maybe you did? I'm busy sorting through nearly a month's worth of mail.

[He points the camera to a pile of mail on his coffee table before back on himself as he flops down onto his couch.]

So! I miss anything cool? With the way we pick up new people I bet I missed a lot while I was away.

centurian

[ The whole thing was completely unbelievable, there was no doubt about that. Who would've thought that typing random numbers into your phone after a search for cough syrup would turn up an untraceable network filled with what looked like bunch of crazy people? At least, calling them "crazy" seemed like the most likely conclusion. It occurs to him that he really should be doing his job, but sheer curiosity kept him looking through the posts.

Besides, it could all be related to his assignment. Somehow (okay, that was maybe reaching just a little, but what exactly can a guy do?). So, he begins to type on his phone, not quite sure what sort of person will turn up. ]

So let me guess: This is all an elaborate viral advertising campaign for cough syrup, right?

[ Well crap. Sarcasm doesn't quite translate that well through text, now does it? Still, it seemed like the better option than broadcasting either his face or voice, where (to the right person) he might as well just say "FBI agent here! Ask me about my entire life". ]

Unless any of you have a better explanation. Because from where I'm sitting, cough syrup advertising still looks a lot more likely than "aliens" and "robots".

[ Still, as they always say, sometimes "the truth is stranger than fiction". ]

strikeraid

[ Skyler has been out and about for a great deal of time during this Christmas holiday! Let us count the ways: ]

( Option A: Oh Shit Let's Be Santa; or, Christmas shopping with his kid sister )

( Option B: Oh Shit Let's Be Santa mk II; or, Christmas shopping on his lonesies )

( Option C: Blood Key Off Duty: haha duty )

( Option D: Blood Key On Duty: YA GETTIN ROBBED SON )

( Option E: Blood Key On Duty: The One Where Skyler Tries To Rob a Girl [laugh track] (closed) )

[[ ooc: Please note that if your character interacts with Skyler in any of these options, they will gain one echo if they haven't gotten a Blood Key echo yet! ]]

canofthebuttwhoop

Newbie checking in. Call me Vic.

A friend already briefed me on what the heck is going on here, but she seems to think that "I have too much to live for" and that I "need to get out of town right now."

We'll, I've never taken to getting bossed around well, so I'm staying right here. My first "echo" was pretty cool, though. So who wants a sonic blaster?

sucrosity

Who: Yoko Aznable (

sucrosity) & Jin Aznable (

amajin)
What: The most terrible family meeting. Or: Jin was supposed to be getting a gun permit or something, but instead he's got some child's toy. (Or: Yes Dad I'm in the Numbers Club too.)
Where: the Aznable household
When: backdated to the evening of the 13th
Warnings: Currently nothing.

( honestly that sounds like most days )

sucrosity

Well since Dad spilled the beans-- [someone is a little annoyed, and she sounds it.] I guess I might as well.

I'm, uh, I'm Yoko! [pause. it seems weird to be too energetic, with people talking about shootings and gangs.]

I've been around a couple of weeks, you don't need to link me the FAQ or anything, but uh, this Blood Keys stuff... This is way out of my league.

Is there anything, I don't know, a high schooler can do? A high schooler without superpowers, even if they're a dime a dozen or whatever--I'm way athletic now but not that's not like mind control or whatever you guys are doing. [no she's not bitter what are you talking about.]

amajin

Woah hey everybody! I'm Jin Aznable, super genius, and I guess I'm a part of this secret society too. Looks like you all hit the lottery! See, I'm a robotics engineer and I'm pretty much the coolest guy. I made a mistake redesigning this surgical unit I've been working with, and the model number was... this access number! Pretty freaky. So looks like I'm also a part of whatever this is.

I work with medical robotics, and I don't really have a specialty. So I've designed prosthetics, an artificial heart, and a lot of tools for micro surgery. Lasers and stuff, pretty cool. Other than that, uh, I like giant robot stuff. And I've got a kid, but I'd rather leave her out of my cool and weird secret society thing. Ha ha. Any questions?

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Entries tagged with spec-ops cell go-busters: masato jin

[image/text] forward-dated to the night of the 25th

Road triiiip!!!

text; notebook, handwritten

psionic://posts/19_phiilosophiical_ponderiings.txt

video;

text; in the evening

video (webcam)

[Open]

video; backdated to 6/16

[Video - backdated to Saturday night]

at sunrise we'll all dance the hempen jig [closed]

one | audio + photos;

I want to break free, but will they break me?

video; computer

Two Stars [Video]

Text

[video] the conspiracies don't start till i walk in

calla lily

PLOT: WISE SNAKE'S EMERGENCE

The weekend isn't all it's cracked up to be.

five for silver | video;

[text, cellphone; backdated to shortly after Proud's death]

text - computer

closed;

text

[video]

002 ✮ handwritten/hand-drawn text

sixth install | video; backdated to the night of 12/31

episode 10 [Video | smartphone]

001 ✮ text

007. action. mostly open!

Text

some days we say words that don't mean a thing

voice, iPhone;

text; computer