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The question on everybody's mind. "WHERE IS MARTIN KING?"
But who's asking first?

>Dorothy
>Jabberwock
---
>Vanessa
>Peanut
>K3NNEDY
---
>Frederick
>Junko
>Goth Joy

>>4945853
>Junko

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>>4945853
>Junko

after 3000 years...

>>4945853
>Jabberwock
broes before hoes

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also
>it's back

>>4945853
Vanessa

>>4945853
>Jabberwock
This dude/girl needs more screentime

>>4945853
>Goth Joy

The true bae. Also, welcome back!

>>4945853
>Vanessa

>>4945872
HA

>>4945851
Welcome back, QM. I always believed in you and held true to the faith, always!

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>>4946166
We all know who's really the best waifu here...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=dpCJ430DUlg

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>>4946166
cool wife
>>4945856
>>4945859
>>4945868
>>4945872
>>4945931
>>4945960
>>4945978
>>4945985

>Junko
You are JUNKO CRUSHER, cybernetically enhanced KILLING MACHINE and GENETIC BLUEPRINT of LO-INC's Tomboy Initiative.

After dealing with the twin-tailed psycho and her two little buddies, Hua has tasked you with getting information out of that Martin guy's friend. Looks like he's finally up from his pain-slash-surgery-coma too. Score.
"ALRIGHT! START TALKIN', CRIPPLE-BOY. WHERE'S MARTIN KING?"
You rev up your machine gun arm in the one-legged pervert's face as he lays on the medical bed.
"Woah woah woah, h-hey, take it easy! I already got one taste of that thing, and that's more than enough!" The pervert pleads, putting his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "I-I have no clue! I mean, I though you were the ones who could track people by their HDDs, right?"
You snort a chuckle. "Yeah, well boss-lady says it ain't workin' for your buddy right now, SO SPILL IT BEFORE I SNAP YOU LIKE A TWIG."
"Really, I don't know! Look, I-I'll give you whatever else I can tell you, maybe over a nice dinner or something?"

Haw yeah, you've got this dork exactly where you want him. He'd be pissing his pants right now if he were wearing any. And if he weren't probably into this sort of thing. Doesn't matter, you've got free reign for the moment, and Hua wants RESULTS!

>What do you do?

>>4946359
crush his head with your thighs or biceps, LO-INC charges by the bullet

>>4946359
>Snap his twig to get RESULTS

Shame about Goth Joy, but I do hope we see her later.

>>4946359
He's a pervert, so...shoot the ground close to him, make it seem like you're going to attack him. Just crushing him isn't going to make him talk, it's going to make him say whatever to make it stop - which includes not truth

>>4946359
Crush him wifh thighs JUST a little. We don't want him to enx uo like the last one...

>>4946359
>Just a little thigh crushing is okay, as a treat.

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>>4946370
>>4946372
>>4946425
>>4946427
>>4946439

>Just a little thigh crushing is okay, as a treat.
You know just how to get him to talk. Pulling him out of the bed, you trap his neck with your powerful legs and put the squeeze on him!
"Oh wow- ghack!" Is all he can choke out before he starts patting your thigh to leg him go. You've got him! Now uh... what were you gonna ask? You were definitely interrogating him just a second ago, you think.

>What do you do?

>>4946690
>SQUEEEEZE

>>4946690
Make some small talk. Ask him how he gets his hands so soft.

>>4946690
>Threaten to squish him if he doesn't let you know where that NERD MARTIN KING is.

>>4946731
This, those ain't working hands

>>4946740
+1

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>>4946725
>>4946731
>>4946740
>>4946743
>>4946808

>Make some small talk. Ask him how he gets his hands so soft.
"I-I, uh- moisturize.", He manages to gasp out.

>Threaten to squish him if he doesn't let you know where that NERD MARTIN KING is.
"God ye- EGH!"
Your powerful thighs squeeze down harder, threatening to destroy this dweeb.
"I-I don't know! Really! We were supposed to meet back at his apartment after the job, I was too passed out to know anything else!"

>What do you do?

>>4946826
>>4946826
How do you meet back at his apartment unless you know where he lives?

Either way, all you really have to do is check out every apartment belonging to a Martian king in the city

>>4946826
>Demand to know where his apartment is. You'll ransack it yourself.

>>4946826
>Demand to know wher- oh, seems you squeezed him a bit too hard there. No matter. We'll use the phone book to get RESULTS!

>>4946989
supporting

>>4946989
+1

>>4946989
This, but bring the unconscious perv along. Marybe in a carryall or a duffel.

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>>4946838
>>4946862
>>4946989
>>4947061
>>4947090
>>4947120

>Demand to know where his apartment is. You'll ransack it yourself.
>Demand to know wher- oh, seems you squeezed him a bit too hard there. No matter. We'll use the phone book to get RESULTS!
You get about halfway through your question before you realize the shrimp's gone limp. Well, most of him has. You toss him back onto the medical bed to have his blood-to-brain loss induced dream, then pull up your HDD's phonebook!
Uhhh... shit okay, there's more Martin Kings than you expected. Which one was he again?

>Martin Luther King Jr 2, Twenty Sixty-Nine Road
>Martin King XXX, Sex Street
>Martin King XXVII, Wilson Way
>Martin King Junior Senior, CD Drive
>Martin King XXVIII, Von Puppet Place
>Martin King Lex Luthor, GeForce Experience Avenue
>Marutinu Rusa Kingu Juniya, Hatsune Miku Memorial Street
>Martin King XXIIIV, Shortstack Cul-de-Sac
>Write-in

>>4947125
>>Write-in
>Martin Luther, OSA, Guy-Who-Did-the-Reformation Blvd.

>>4947125
>Martin King XXIIIV, Shortstack Cul-de-Sac

>>4947136
Supporting!

>>4947125
>Martin King XXX, Sex Street

If his best friend is a perv, then this must be the right man!

>>4947125
>Martin King XXIIIV, Shortstack Cul-de-Sac

>>4947125
>Martin Luther, OSA, Guy-Who-Did-the-Reformation Blvd.
This quests needs god, even if it is the great-value Protestant kind

>>4947125
>Use your gun to choose a name what can go wrong?

>>4947125
>Martin Luther, OSA, Guy-Who-Did-the-Reformation Blvd

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>Begun, the Junko quest, has.
a wip, i'll finish it tomorrow if I'm able. Godspeed GM.

>>4947217
+1, the true Junko way!

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>>4947223
BASED AND JUNKOPILLED

>>4947136
>>4947137
>>4947138
>>4947186
>>4947206
>>4947209
>>4947217
>>4947218
>>4947226

>Use your gun to choose a name what can go wrong?
>Martin Luther, OSA, Guy-Who-Did-the-Reformation Blvd.
After emptying a few rounds into your HDD's holo projection, the only real way to select stuff for people in the know, you land on what you're sure is definitely the right Martin King. Yeah, this has gotta be the guy! OSA probably stands for King in some kinda nerd-lingo.
With a satisfactory number of bullet holes in the wall, you set out to track down King.

---

Uh... this is where he lives? This shitty place? What kind of building even is this? And what's a Jesus? Is this some kinda freaky dork-hangout? Is... Is Martin some kinda freaky dork?
This is getting more fucked up by the second.

>What do you do?

>>4947330
>Knock politely

>>4947338
+1

>>4947330
>steal Nun Outfit to blend in

>>4947381
+1 to this. Even better because of the lack of Protestant nuns. Thiugh I guess that may have changed by tge 26th century or whatever.

>>4947338
+1

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Last post for the night! Tomorrow: you have no idea what putting Junko in a nun outfit will do to me

Thread archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Goth%20GF

>>4947330
>>4947381

>steal Nun Outfit to blend in

>>4947381
>>4947381
+1

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>>4947338
>>4947343
>>4947381
>>4947395
>>4947443
>>4947561
>>4947706

>Knock politely
You give the creaky old door a knock with the muzzle of your gun. After a few moments, it groans open, yet no one is there to greet you. Talk about rude.

>steal Nun Outfit to blend in
Conveniently, there Is some kinda black and white outfit near the door. It very clearly was meant for someone smaller than you, but after some convincing, you manage to squeeze into it.

The inside is even more shit than the outside! It looks like nobody's been here in years, decades even! Still, it looks like someone forgot to turn off the lights. Yeah, this is definitely a hideout, for sure. A hideout... FOR A BAND OF THIEVES. Martin HAS to be around here somewhere, no doubt.
There's a bunch of benches, probably for sleeping, in the middle of the room all facing a big podium and altar for something. Someone thought it was a cool idea to hand blankets from the walls, woven with images you can't even begin to make sense of. Maybe it's a statement on interior design. On the far wall, by the altar, there's another doorway that leads elsewhere. A chill breeze runs through the whole building, making even your cyber'd-up body shiver.

>What do you do?

>>4947874
>Get a closer look at the blankets on the walls, maybe it's some sort of low-tech message board.
Then
>Be overcome by the story and sacrifice of the son of God Jesus Christ

>>4947877
This but misinterprete the texts completely

>>4947881
It’s a Protestant church, we’d wind up reading them correctly

>>4947874
>Shoot first, ask questions later. Light this place up and then search for the fugitive.

>>4947877
>>4947881
+1

>>4947896
>read Protestant
>get Catholicism out of it
>become convinced Martin is an Anabaptist
>unintentionally recreated the Reformation
>totally believes Martin wants to recreate the Münster rebellion

>>4947941
Cyberpunk Albigensians when?

>>4947956
>implying it isn't now with Junko

>>4947874
>LIGHT IT UP

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>>4947877
>>4947881
>>4947896
>>4947929
>>4947941
>>4947956
>>4948003

>Shoot first, ask questions later. Light this place up and then search for the fugitive.
You'd love to turn this place into a big hollow block of swiss cheese, but Hua said she wants Martin alive. Something about... brain shit, blah blah, you weren't really listening.
Bottom line: King has to live, and if you kill his friends you break that pinky promise your boss made. Even you know that's a no-no on a cosmic scale.

>Get a closer look at the blankets on the walls, maybe it's some sort of low-tech message board.
Uhhh... Yeeeaaahhh, whatever message this is, you're not getting it. Some of them look pretty metal though, like this one of a guy on a stick getting stabbed. Other than that, this looks like crypto-nerd territory.

>Be overcome by the story and sacrifice of the son of God, Jesus Christ
Up on the altar, you do spot a few dusty old books. Flipping through them, it becomes immediately apparent to you that whoever wrote this was stoned off their ass on some really hard stuff. Who the hell talks like this? What's with all the th's at the end of stuff? The chips in your brain put their heatsinks to work as you try to connect the dots here. This is... hold on.

Is this actual religious stuff? Isn't this supposed to be banned? Who even uses religion for anything other than cheap t-shirts and stoner rugs?
Still, weird writing aside, some of this stuff is pretty sick. His one guy can turn water into wine and stuff, but then his dudes still sell him out. That's FUCKED up, but damn you're hooked.

>What do you do?

>>4948039
>Look around for places someone might be hidning in. If nothing is found, call out to see if this place is abandoned like it should be or not

>>4948039
read da bible

>>4948039
Pray

>>4948039
>Take the Bible for some pleasure reading and continue to search for that nerd Martin

>>4948121
>>4948093
>>4948117
+1

>>4948039
>Chant some words from the book maybe there's a door that opens by a keyword.

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>>4948086
>>4948093
>>4948117
>>4948121
>>4948126
>>4948135

>Take the Bible for some pleasure reading and continue to search for that nerd Martin
You've only heard of "praying" when you tell someone to "say their prayers", whatever that actually means. That's usually when they get turned into chunky salsa. You don't think that's gonna happen to you, but hey, you never know. You give a quick "Your prayers", take one of the old books, and continue the search.
[Gained DUSTY-ASS RELIGION BOOK x1]
Heading into the room shooting off from this main chamber, you find a much smaller, cramped living space. It's absolutely filthy, and not in the NEET way. Dust, dirt, broken floorboards, this place hasn't seen love in forever. There is, however, someone inside! Short of stature (though that includes mostly everyone when compared to you), and wearing the same kind of getup you are. She's busying herself with reading when you enter, turning to look at you as you do.
"Oh! I, um, didn't hear you come in... Sorry about the mess, it's been a while since I cleaned up. Are you... one of the new sisters?"
She has a face you can't quite place, but she definitely isn't one of the intruders King came to HQ with. Your breath fogs in the cold air.

>What do you do?

>>4948207
Demand to know where Martin King is. Clearly she's a thief AND a master of disguise.

>>4948207
>"Excuse do you know about any brains or programs or lo Inc rogue technology?"

>>4948207
>Uhhhhhh... Yeah, I am. I'm also looking for one of your brothers? Martin Luther King? Or OSA maybe, not too sure.

>>4948252
+1, I'm here to help a brotha out!

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>>4948234
>>4948237
>>4948252
>>4948266

>Uhhhhhh... Yeah, I am. I'm also looking for one of your brothers? Martin Luther King? Or OSA maybe, not too sure.
"Ah, right, I know who you mean. Sorry, but he's out at the moment. Visiting... an old friend, I think."
She scratches her cheek as she looks you up
"I feel like I... yeah! You're a big lady!"
On instinct, you nearly say something involving a quartet of Us
"You aren't new, you're old! N-Not to call you a granny or anything. You're the sister superior, aren't you? You have the... you know."
She taps the bridge of her nose, where a bandage you hadn't noticed before is stuck

>What do you do?

>>4948320
>"No, I'm a relative of hers, though. Our family's always had a priest or a nun in each generation."

>>4948320
>"Shit, what the fuck?" See if it comes off.

>>4948320
>Of course I'm superior! And who are calling old? *huff*

>>4948320
>Claim that the bandaid that you’ve never noticed before is a proud display of your strength and not some hoity toity nun ornament. No way do you want to associate with these nerds right now.

>>4948358
Support.

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>>4948328
>>4948355
>>4948356
>>4948358
>>4948381

>"No, I'm a relative of hers, though. Our family's always had a priest or a nun in each generation."
Yeah, those words sound... about right.
The short lady chuckles up at you. "You look just like her! I'm a relative of her too, in a way. We all are."
She gestures at her own bandage, old and peeling, looking like she's taken it off and on numerous times

>"Shit, what the fuck?" See if it comes off.
You turn to the side and reach up to your face, but stop short. You can't take that off, it isn't allowed! Not like it's ever bothered you before, right? You decide to just leave it.

>Claim that the bandaid that you’ve never noticed before is a proud display of your strength and not some hoity toity nun ornament. No way do you want to associate with these nerds right now.
"If you say so... You do look strong, I'll say. I used to want to be as big and strong as you, you know."
She twists some hair around her finger, grinning cheekily at you
"Or as big and strong as our relative, I guess~"
Sounds like this little lady is adamant on creating some kind of association between you and her.

>What do you do?

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Last post for tonight!
Tomorrow: TOMBOY ZERO

Thread archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Goth%20GF

>>4948434
sooo...why her breath does not create fog as well?

>>4948439
Hell, who is she and why can't we see her face? And why can't we take off our qt face bandage?

>>4948434
Take off your bandage. Lets see what happens. No one has to know.

>>4948434
Turn her around to the light

>>4948434
>Pull her into the light so you can get a better look at her. Maybe there is a resemblance after all?
>Pick at our bandage

>>4948639
Supoorting.

>>4948434
Oh, and in addition to >>4948672, we should also ask about this mysterious relative. "I know who I mean, but just to make sure we're on the same page, who do YOU mean, and how exactly are you related to her?"

>>4948639
Backing this.

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>>4948439
>>4948470
>>4948480
>>4948528
>>4948639
>>4948672
>>4948679
>>4948685

>"I know who I mean, but just to make sure we're on the same page, who do YOU mean, and how exactly are you related to her?"
"I'm her sister, duh! We're all your sisters. Even though they used you to make us, we still consider you our sister."
She smiles and clasps her hands together. "Leaving you out would be mean, big sis!"

>Pull her into the light so you can get a better look at her. Maybe there is a resemblance after all?
She lets you guide her into some better lighting, a light coat of frost crystalizing on your metallic palm. There's some resemblance, alright. She looks just like you! Well, how you looked before you got your augments.
Even more, she looks like one of the clone tomboys from LO-INC's Tomboy Initiative. And a runaway at that. They're tricky, grown as infiltrators and guerrilla fighters. Been a rash of runaways lately too, however that happens...
Official LO-INC. procedure with these types is kill and bring back for study, but Hua asked you privately to try and bring them in alive for some reason. Crazy broad's always got her schemes and shit, but hey, you're not one to question the boss.

>Take off your bandage. Lets see what happens. No one has to know.
You give it a second try, but you- just- can't- make- your hand-
Uh oh, a call. Looks like it's Hua, too. Probably not good... but hey! Maybe she's calling to say she found King!

>What do you do?

>>4948841
Ask if there's an alleyway for a private call, then remove the wimple (yeah, the headgear's called that) and pick up the call. After we're done with Hua, ask Tomboy Nun for her name and if she could call us big sis again. Then head out, hoping we might be able to come back and learn more about the Bibble someday.

>>4948841
>Apprehend rogue tomboy and then answer the call

>>4948862
Supporting this one.

I just had an idea:
A nunnery/fitness center inhabited by tomboy clones as both nuns and fitness instructors. We'll call it, Our Lady of Gains

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>4948841
take off bandage. force of will go.

>>4948841
>>4948862

>Ask if there's an alleyway for a private call, then remove the wimple (yeah, the headgear's called that) and pick up the call. After we're done with Hua, ask Tomboy Nun for her name and if she could call us big sis again. Then head out, hoping we might be able to come back and learn more about the Bibble someday.

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>>4948862
>>4948897
>>4948916
>>4948993
>>4949026
>>4949032

>Ask if there's an alleyway for a private call, then remove the wimple (yeah, the headgear's called that) and pick up the call. After we're done with Hua, ask Tomboy Nun for her name and if she could call us big sis again. Then head out, hoping we might be able to come back and learn more about the Bibble someday.
The rogue tomboy chuckles warmly and points you in the right direction.
"Aw, don't worry about me, big sis. I'm just glad I got to see you again! Tell the others their sis said hi if you see them, okay?"

In the privacy of the sparsely populated streets, you answer the call from Hua.
"What are you doing, Junko."
Uh oh, she's using the upset voice.
"Why have you tried to take your [B.A.N.D.A.G.E.] off. Twice. Who are you talking to, what are they telling you."

>What do you do?

>>4949060
>question the mission
>question the nature of the bandage

>>4949060
>I'm 'saying my prayers' and got an itchy nose boss. Didn't know I wasn't supposed to touch it.

>>4949060
>Clarify that you love the [B.A.N.D.A.G.E.] and that you're sure that's it's very necessary to you carrying out missions to success, but you're just curious about what it actually does. Respectfully. Miss.

>>4949092
Going with this.

>>4949060
>Tell her your nose got really itchy and you wanted to scratch it. In fact it's still really itchy. You didn't know it could still itch with all the mechanization you've gone through. Maybe it's a phantom itch. Anyway you want to scratch your nose still so if she could tell you how to get the bandage off that would be based and poggers of her.

>>4949091
+1
>"This book says we're all made in God's image. Doesn't say jack about God having a nose bandage.

>>4949091
This one.

>>4949201
Haha, okay, and this line!

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>>4949082
>>4949091
>>4949092
>>4949120

>Clarify that you love the [B.A.N.D.A.G.E.] and that you're sure that's it's very necessary to you carrying out missions to success, but you're just curious about what it actually does. Respectfully. Miss.
Hua sighs in what can only be disappointment
"Junko, what... You know you're an awful liar, so why are you..."
You can hear her take a deep pull from her cigarette, her voice noticeably more calm afterwards. "Please, you don't have to lie with me. I want to make sure you aren't being fooled or taken advantage of. There's enough of that in this corporation already."

>question the mission
>question the nature of the bandage
>"This book says we're all made in God's image. Doesn't say jack about God having a nose bandage.
"You found- nevermind, we can talk about that later. The [B.A.N.D.A.G.E.]..."
She pauses for a moment
"...That is something I've been wanting to speak to you about. In person. This isn't the first time you've had this, hm, question. I think now is the time, therefore,"

The sounds of Hua fiddling around on her HDD can be heard through the other end of the call
"I'll deactivate the suppression device. You should be able to take the [B.A.N.D.A.G.E.] off once I tell you..."
"[GANBATTE], Junko-chan. Please meet me at headquarters when you can."
You feel a tingling in your head that works down to your nose. You sneeze.

>What do you do?

>>4949246
>Peel it off. GENTLY.
>Wait around for the Martin that lives here to come back. This is probably the Martin you want, right? He's got a tomboy, after all. Maybe you can read more of your book while you wait.

>>4949254
Supporting!

>>4949254
Backing this.

>>4949254
+1

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Swear I was on yesterday and didn't see a thread, last volume didn't have ending?

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>>4949254
>>4949266
>>4949290
>>4949328
>>4949359

>Peel it off. GENTLY.
>Wait around for the Martin that lives here to come back. This is probably the Martin you want, right? He's got a tomboy, after all. Maybe you can read more of your book while you wait.
"Be safe, Junko. Please."
Well that's a new one. You've heard a few emotions in Hua's voice before, but never worry. Once the call ends, you reach up and gently take the [B.A.N.D.A.G.E.] off your nose. With your enhanced eyes, you can see thousands of nearly microscopic pinpricks coming off of a flexible chip board on the sticky side. Printed on the back is the manufacturer, LO-INC., as well as a number. A big fat zero, with a slash through the middle.

Your head certainly feels clearer with it off, but if anything else has changed, you haven't noticed it yet. Back inside the church, the lights have gone off. Someone must've turned on the heater too, that chill from before is gone.

>What do you do?

>>4949462
>Should probably follow Hua's orders go back to HQ
>Take off nun uniform since it's no longer cold

>>4949509
>funny enough now that you think about it this probably wasn't where Martin was anyway

>>4949509
>>4949511
Support to both. Leave this place. Experience the world in freedom!

>>4949462
>Probably not safe to wander around the city right after taking the [B.A.N.D.A.G.E.] off. Sit on one of the benches and run a diagnostic program. Hell, might as well crack into your new old book.

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>>4949509
>>4949511
>>4949514
>>4949516

>Should probably follow Hua's orders go back to HQ
>Take off nun uniform since it's no longer cold
With this weird building seemingly abandoned, not even showing signs of that rogue tomboy, you take off the uniform and put it in your hammer-space with that old book.
As you do, you find an old and peeling [B.A.N.D.A.G.E.] on the floor. It's clearly been sitting here a while, leaving a hole in the dust when you pick it up. A quick check on the back says it belonged to Tomboy-777.
You gain [TIGHT RELIGION UNIFORM x1] and [B.A.N.D.A.G.E. 777 x1]

With your business here done, you head out once more. Down one suppression device and up a number of questions, one question is still yet to be answered

Where is Martin King?

>Dorothy
>Jabberwock
---
>Vanessa
>Peanut
>K3nnedy
---
>Goth Joy
>Hua

>>4950021
>Jabberwock
Let's check our main man now

>>4950021
>Jabberwock

>>4950021
>Vanessa

>>4950032
>Vennesa
>Gothjoy

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>>4950026
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>Jabberwock
You are MALCOM PERI JABBERWOCK, ghoulish tech wiz and refurbished cyberware reclaimer-slash-salesthing

"WH-WHERE'S MARTIN?! MY LITTLE MAN, WHERE IS HE?! NONONONONONON-"
Things are not going good. After Martin blinked out of existence, Dorothy has gone absolutely bonkers. At the moment, she's doing some high-speed freakout-pacing and having the biggest panic attack you've ever seen a Fornicator 3500 have. Neither you nor Dorothy have been able to reach Martin for some time, so it looks like it's up to you to set this robot who could probably pick you up and squish you like an accordion right.

No pressure!

>What do you do?

>>4950173
I suppose we should calm her down.

Is there any way we can stop her? If we can get her to stop running around, we should be able to talk her into becoming calmer.

>>4950173
>Quickly draw a picture of Martin and hold it in front of your face. That might stop her momentarily.

>>4950173
Talk her down a little, then disable her with tech wizardry and/or an electric shock.

>>4950176
This could provide a good distraction for the hack and/or zap I proposed. Seconding.

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>>4950175
>>4950176
>>4950177
>>4950181

>Quickly draw a picture of Martin and hold it in front of your face. That might stop her momentarily.
Given that paper is a bit scarce at the moment, you opt to holo-project a doodle of the man instead. Almost immediately after putting it in front of your face, Dorothy comes to a quick and sudden stop right in front of you.
"Martin... There you are, I was so worried... Come here..."
U-Uh, uh oh, she's reaching out to touch you! This could be bad if she figures out you aren't really him!

>What do you do?

>>4950345
panic
spill shaghetti
I miss my mom

>>4950345
>disable her with tech wizardry and/or an electric shock
I stand by my original plan.

>>4950345
Shush pat her
Shush pat the living shit outta her

>>4950357
+1

>>4950357
Backing this.

>>4950345
>BRACE FOR IMPACT

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>>4950349
>>4950350
>>4950357
>>4950385
>>4950387
>>4950429

>BRACE FOR IMPACT
>Shush pat her
>Shush pat the living shit outta her
You brace for the assault, and are met with a weepy, squishy hug from the mom'd-up sex-bot. After abreif silent panic, you administer the ancient technique of the shush pat, and soon she is subdued enough to not be an immediate danger! Go you!
"I-I- Where did he go? Why did he just LEAVE? Without even telling me!"
Dorothy sniffles and squeezes you in close, using you like an emotional support teddy bear
"What did I do... What do I do..."

>What do you do?

>>4950589
>Why not try to call him?

>>4950589
Offer to attempt to program out some of this dependency.

>>4950594
A good winggremlin doesn't interrupt a bro's date with his tomboy GF.

>>4950597
Ah, yes. I want to break Dorothy further as well! Jk, I don't really want to fuck with her programming further We can switch to a different program instead, maybe more action oriented? Or how about a female Sherlock Holmes? Rei Ayanami?

>>4950598
Winggremlin doesn't even know Martin went on a date, all he know is that he just *pop* right outta existence.

>>4950589
>...I don't think it was planned, actually.

>>4950634
>Winggremlin doesn't even know Martin went on a date
Didn't they? Gah, it's been too long since last thread. Then I guess still >>4950597, but I like your "action-oriented pre-built personality" idea, plus:
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>>4950597
>>4950598
>>4950634
>>4950655
>>4950740

>Why not try to call him?
That's a good idea! So good you've already tried it, you and Dorothy both! It's like something's jamming his HDD, no calls or messages can get through.

>...I don't think it was planned, actually.
"R-Really? You think it was just- just an accident? With that stupid, dumb, piece of shit helmet... I'll crush it next time I see it."
Oh boy, that got her riled up some. But hey, at least she's stopped crying!

>Offer to attempt to program out some of this dependency.
>We can switch to a different program instead, maybe more action oriented? Or how about a female Sherlock Holmes?
"You want to... do more of that software stuff? Are you sure? Martin looked distressed last time. I'd hate to put my little man through that again..."
She takes a deep breath and sighs out through her nose
"Well... if you think it'll help us get back to him, then I'll trust you. Hack away, Jabber."

With free reign of the Fornicator's cybermind, you can see about giving her a brand new personality! Once again, the pre-made personalities pop up, though none seem especially action-oriented at first glance...

>HIKIKOMORI
>CHUUNIBYOU
>TSUNDERE
>Write-in

>>4950804
>Sherlock Homes, only if it doesn't effect the other software

I will settle for a Misato Katsuragi or Ritsuko Akagi. Even a tsundere Kurisu Makise (my personal fav).

>>4950804
>Tomboy Template

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>>4950804
>Write-in: KUUDERE

So she can calm her tits.

>>4950888
supporting but switch her back once martin comes back

this whole thing is stupid, we really shouldn't keep changing her personality

>>4950987
I agree, but what can you do?

>>4950804
>>Write-in
>Just make her a little less dependant on Martin

>>4950988
We should be making her less obssesed with martin which was the entire point.

>>4950987
>>4951006
>>4951011
I thought we'd established that, while Jab could safely select from presets, making new modifications of their own was beyond their skillset?

>>4951051
Yes, but people seem to have forgotten that. So we've ended up doing this shit...AGAIN.

I mean, fucking hell, can't we just change the target of her obsession maybe? It locked into Martin, so maybe we can just change that.

>>4950804
>Abort! Don't reprogram her!

>>4950804
Let’s not reprogram her again, guys, we just did this.

>>4951207
Exactly, it would do literally nothing.

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>>4950810
>>4950824
>>4950888
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>>4950988
>>4951006
>>4951051
>>4951055
>>4951207

>Abort! Don't reprogram her!
Remembering the little debacle it caused last time, you decide to hold off on any robobrain surgery for the moment.
"Ah... Well, it can't go wrong if it doesn't start, right?" Dorothy tries to give a reassuring smile, patting you on the head for the thought.
She seems calmed for the moment! Enough to get some coherent thought out of her, at least. "We do still need to find Martin. I-I can't just not know where he is, he could be in danger! Or worse... with someone else!"
She shakes her head, trying to clear the thought away

>What do you do?

>>4951239
>Have Dorothy sniff his belongings and follow the scent

>>4951239
>>4951314
Buy a six pack of Moxie, then see if you can track Martin down from the scent of his Moxie infused sweat. We might be able to lure him to the Moxie if we get near enough to him.

>>4950589
Dorothy is extremely cute. That is all.

>>4951329
>>4951314
I still think Kuudere could have worked... But this reeks of not just Moxie, buf of wacky hijinks. Lets do it!

>>4951421
It probably could've, but I imagine anons don't want to play musical chairs with her personality mate.

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>>4951314
>>4951329
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>>4951503

>Have Dorothy sniff his belongings and follow the scent
>Buy a six pack of Moxie, then see if you can track Martin down from the scent of his Moxie infused sweat. We might be able to lure him to the Moxie if we get near enough to him.
Moxie™... That's it! There's only one thing Martin craves more than cigarettes, and that's The Original Elixir!
"Um... Honey, you know I'm not a dog, right? Well, unless he asks me to be... and at this moment, I'll take that to be the case!"
What a loyal sexbot. Dorothy gives the broken minifridge full of sticky old Moxie™ a sniff and perks her head up!
"Ah! Concentrated Moxie™ in the air mixed with... something icky, zipping in a straight like from here to... er, the wall..."
The Fornicator traces a line in the air, going from the spot where Martin vanished to the wall by the door. Curious, she takes a peek outside the apartment.
"It keeps going out here! Come on, we have to follow it!"

>What do you do?

>>4951698
Follow the trail (in such a way that it won't kill us)!

Oh, and pick up some fresh Moxie on the way. We'll need it in order to lure him to us, and if worst comes to worst, we're pretty sure he drank enough of this stuff over a lifetime that it'll bring him back from death's door.

>>4951711
>This.

>>4951711
Almost forgot:

>1) Grab hat before leaving.
>2) Every few hundred feet, be sure to yell out "MAKE MINE A MOXIE" so he can hear and come running towards us.

>>4951724
>>4951711
Supporting these.

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>>4951747

>Follow the trail (in such a way that it won't kill us)!
>Oh, and pick up some fresh Moxie on the way
You run after Dorothy as she dashes off into the streets, following the trail like a woman-bot possessed! It's tough to keep up, but you think your cybernetic legs can carry you for the most part! The trouble is going to be getting through the border guards.
"Don't worry, Martin. I'll find you... No matter what it takes."
You don't like the sound of that, but no time to question it now! Besides, there's still a bigger question in the air.

Where is Martin King?

>Vanessa
>Peanut
>K3nnedy
--
>Goth Joy
>Hua

>>4951782
>Goth Joy
Let's check her

>>4951782
VANESSA

>>4951782
>Goth Joy

>>4951782
>VANESSA

>>4951782
Vanessa, por favor.

>>4951782
>Goth Joy

>>4951782
>>Goth Joy

>>4951932
>>4951875
>>4951852
>>4951812
Dagnabbit but she's cool too

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>Goth Joy
You are GOTH JOY, death-loving front deskwoman and one daughter of a woman that did not know how to keep her legs closed.

"I have reports that you were the one to let them in, and other than myself and Junko, the last one to see him. You spoke to him, flirted, even lit his cigarette. So, where is Martin King?"

Oh fuck oh shit oh god help. The BOSS herself called you into her office in the middle of your usual shift, and is currently grilling you on the whereabouts of that affirmative action guy you gave your number to. This sucks. This REALLY sucks. This is, like, the most stable job you've had in AGES. If you mess this up, it's debt city for you, and probably the street corner soon after that. You do NOT want to end up like mom, no fruckin way. You've got to be CAREFUL AS BALLS right now, or it's your ass.

The boss tilts her head and snaps her metal fingers to get your attention.
"Hello? Are you listening? You aren't high on the job, are you? Isn't that something you young people do these days."

>What do you do?

>>4952004
Explain that you were just cooperating with a strangely handsome doomer bureaucrat. You know, for the good of the company.

>>4952004
>I'm, ah, not high on the job, ma'am.
>I don't know where Martin King is, ma'am. *under breath*...bastard didn't even text me once...

>>4952009
+1 as well

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Last post for tonight! Tomorrow: GOTH TITS

>>4952024
Now THAT'S how you do a cliffhanger.

>>4952024
HYPE!

>>4952009
this is it

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>>4952450

>Explain that you were just cooperating with a strangely handsome doomer bureaucrat. You know, for the good of the company.
>I'm, ah, not high on the job, ma'am.
>I don't know where Martin King is, ma'am. *under breath*...bastard didn't even text me once...
Ms. Lo presses her lips together in frustration, rubbing her temples. "...Well, you did an acceptable job. If they were the real thing, and you had turned them away, it would have unnecessarily cost resources for media correction and assassinations. You've done well not making us look racist."
She gestures to you with her fancy little cigarette holder
"You haven't tried calling him? Text even? Or have you been doing that thing where you wait for him to make the first move."

>What do you do?

>>4952795
>mumble quietly, "...the third one." It's embarrassing to admit, but you kinda like guys who take the lead.
>Offer to text him now, quietly wonder if your boss would be alright with you dating him after his soon-to-be shattered kneecaps get replaced.

>>4952795
>"I'll text him Miss I swear by my twentysixth sister joy."

>>4952813
+1

>>4952813
+1

>>4952813
Support.

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>>4952813
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>>4952850
>>4953028
>>4953073

>mumble quietly, "...the third one." It's embarrassing to admit, but you kinda like guys who take the lead.
>Offer to text him now, quietly wonder if your boss would be alright with you dating him after his soon-to-be shattered kneecaps get replaced.
>"I'll text him Miss I swear by my twentysixth sister joy."
"Very good... did you say twenty-sixth?"
You try to give that doomer guy a text, but it doesn't work! Did this asshole give you a fake number?! The message hangs in the sending limbo for a few minutes before you look up to see Hua not all that surprised.
"It was worth a try. Communications, tracking, nothing seems to be working at the moment. How he managed it... I do not know."

Ms. Lo leans back in her seat and shows a personable smile, clearly practiced for dealing with other stiffs in suits
"What a pain in the ass, am I right? If you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them. Especially from a young lady such as yourself. Bright young minds are scare these days, what with all the schlock and hard drugs that are so accessible."

>What do you do?

>>4953324
>Flirt

>>4953324
"It would, um, help if I knew who he was or what he actually wanted, you know?"

>>4953324
>Well, we could trace the phone number back to his apartment, ma'am. He's bound to return to his possessions.

>>4953324
>cry
>weh
>please don't fire or demote me

>>4953324
>”Have you considered that his lack of answering could be due to interference from an outside party?”
>”In which case, who would be the most likely to kidnap him?”
>”Do we have any of his friends numbers?”

>>4953529
+1, good observation mate!

>>4953529
+1
>>4953364
das stupid, please don't

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>>4953537
>>4953681

>”Have you considered that his lack of answering could be due to interference from an outside party?”
"Outside party? Nonsense, our devices are top of the line. Even those within the company have trouble jacking in. If anyone could fiddle with them, they would have to have help or be very skilled themselves..."
The boss puts her hands together as she mulls this over

>”In which case, who would be the most likely to kidnap him?”
"As we know it, ALLCO. were the ones to first kidnap him and his tomboy. It's very likely they'd do it again once he got their package."
She shakes her head
"No, those shmucks are the kind who type with two fingers at a time. I do remember reading something about one of the ex-president's daughters though..."

>”Do we have any of his friends numbers?”
"We do have access to them, some being LO-INC. technology. It shouldn't be hard to find the rest once we have our in. Let's see, where to start..."
Ms. Lo pulls up a screen on her desk, flicking through countless faces
"Frederick D. Hardwood, known snoop. May be useful later. Lately he's been in contact with a...
Martin King XXVIII, of course.
Vanessa Spelworth. My, she looks young for her age. Older than me and like she's still in her twenties. I'm jealous.
Malcom P. Jabberwock. This one has modified their hardware somehow. Worth looking into later...
A Fornicator 3500. Looks to be that woman they came in with. They really are getting more realistic.
George Carver, a child? Street-rat by the looks of it. Some gang affiliation.
A scrapped Courser, one of ALLCO.'s misguided attempts at rebranding those outdated killbots.
And... hm."
She raises an eyebrow
"Someone impersonating myself. Data unknown, unable to locate. Very similar to how Martin is at the moment."

>What do you do?

>>4954208
>"How does someone a top CEO?"
>"Nothing in this world is really idiot proof. Have we checked to see he just didn't randomly died somewhere between now and then?"

>>4954208
>"Think we should try looking into the impersonator a bit? Someone spoofing your identity for a job against you just screams "I HAVE A VENDETTA AND I DON'T WANT TO BE SUBTLE ABOUT IT"".
>"Why would someone want to hire a group of burglars and mercenaries while disguising themselves as you? To confuse the person who they're hiring about their motives? For some sort of statement?"
>"The thing about top of the line stuff is that it always attracts people interested in trying to crack it. Let me check in with one of my sisters, I'm pretty sure one of them knows something or someone who'd be skilled enough to do it."

>>4954208
We should look into who that impersonator is, but I think that’s gonna take some time. Definitely lends credence to the “outside interference” theory. Maybe we should ask our sisters if they’ve ever heard of anything like this? At least it doesn’t look like we’re being ghosted, though.

>>4954380
>Backing this. The impersonator is an interesting thread to follow.

>>4954283
>>4954380
+1, that bitch stole our man!

>>4954380
Supporting this one, too.

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>>4954219
>>4954283
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>>4954527

>We should look into who that impersonator is, but I think that’s gonna take some time.
>Maybe we should ask our sisters if they’ve ever heard of anything like this?
"I like your initiative. You've got something good in that black-dyed head of yours, don't you." She praises, smiling somewhat predatorially. "We would have found them without issue if they were within Tyrell City. Therefore, they must be somewhere beyond..."

Her smile breaks into a sharp grin as she fishes under her desk
"You know, I think your talents are wasted behind that front desk."
Uh oh.
"Therefore, I've decided to promote you."
Wait hold on.
"To a fully fledged field operative."
Ms. Lo bats the small hat off your head before plopping a fancy beret on it.
"I think you'll take to it like a tentacle beast to toxic waste. You'll be allowed to field a small team of your choosing, and my bodyguard Junko will supervise this first investigation. Is that good?"
Even with her blindfold on, you can tell she's staring you down, expectantly.

>What do you do?

>>4954549
>What do you do?
faint

>>4954549
Does it come with a pay raise and stock options, is this a search and destroy mission, and if it isn't, can I get whatever is left of Martin after Junko is done with him?

>>4954549
>We hereby bestow upon ourselves the title Big Boss. We are a true patriot.

>>4954557
>Also, after meeting is over, immediately change into skintight gothy combat leotard, with tactical cleavage window and steel-toed thigh high combat boots.

>>4954549
>That's great, ma'am. Thank you for this wonderful opportunity.
>*internally*...fuck.

>>4954577
Supporting

>>4954565
This also. Gotta' be ready for anything.

>>4954565
>>4954650
We need a nurse outfit as well.

>>4954549
Supporting >>4954577
But we should also ask if we get to wear a combat suit like in >>4954565 . Gotta promote our outfit too.

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>>4954551
>>4954557
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>>4954792

>Does it come with a pay raise and stock options, is this a search and destroy mission, and if it isn't, can I get whatever is left of Martin after Junko is done with him?
"Of course you'll be paid much more than manning the front desk."
Nice
"More pay is a just reward for more work, after all."
Damn it
"As for the mission, you are investigating the whereabouts of Martin King XXVIII. You are to see if he has his Tomboy, as well as the neural storage device, with him.
-If he has his tomboy and the device, bring the device here and leave him alone. He's done what he needed.
-If he has only the device, let him be. He still needs to deliver it to ALLCO., and the bargain has not been breached.
-If he has only the tomboy or neither items, let us confirm ALLCO. has the device. If they do, bring him here."
Ms. Lo presses her lips into a frown
"If they don't... then the promise is considered broken. Do what you will with Martin. Unreliable agents are for ALLCO., we are better than that."

The boss smiles, getting up to pat you on the shoulder
"That last part applies to you too, but I'm sure you won't have to worry about that, will you?"
She offers you a cigarette which, due to your [SYNTHNIC ADDICITON], you take without question.
"Seems to me you have work to do. Don't let it overwhelm you, okay dear? You'll do just fine."
With one last pinch on the cheek, Ms. Lo returns to her seat and begins making a call

>That's great, ma'am. Thank you for this wonderful opportunity.
>*internally*...fuck.
>Also, after meeting is over, immediately change into skintight gothy combat leotard, with tactical cleavage window and steel-toed thigh high combat boots.
DAMN you're looking fine. You so fine. You so fine you blow my min'.
Hey, if you focus on how ROCKIN' your hooters look right now, you almost don't notice how much your hands are shaking. Breathe and take this one step at a time. Like any good mosh pit, just go with the flow and you'll fit right in eventually.

Or you'll get trampled and die.

>What do you do?

>>4954854
acquire GUN

>>4954854
Check in with Junko, see what's her ETA. Try not to stutter and shake when you realize you'll be working with MOTHERFUCKING JUNKO, the juiced up combat cyborg tomboy. Word by the watercooler is that she smashed a cyber-assassin's jawbone off his skull once by accident when she turned around too quickly and hit him in the face with her head sized tracts of land.

>>4954854
>Take a long drag, savor the taste. Then, acquire gun, assemble a team, and meet up with Junko to investigate the disappearance of that cute bureaucrat Martin King.

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>>4954877

>acquire GUN
Oh yeah, she's a real beaut. You've only ever seen these puppies on holovision, in gang wars, and pay-per-view police brutality sessions. It's a lot heavier than it looks, and it makes a really satisfying clicky sound when you spin the spinny thing and clack back the clacky part.
So cool.

>Check in with Junko, see what's her ETA. Try not to stutter and shake when you realize you'll be working with MOTHERFUCKING JUNKO, the juiced up combat cyborg tomboy.
Shit that's right! You have to work with that freaky cyborg broad now! They say every part of her is specifically designed to kill, even those small moons on her chest.
Once you've got your gear for your new position, you call up Junko Crusher who sounds a lot less abrasive than you'd expect.
"Oh, yeah, Hua told me 'bout that. I'll be by the HQ in a couple hours, so go gather your people and meet up in the mission prep room. I got uh... stuff to think about right now."
Weird, you didn't know psychoborgs could think.

>What do you do?

>>4955548
>Well, gotta get in some practice rounds at the gun range to see how this handles (First time shooting a gun, too!), and try out this button on this leotard. Maybe it'll give us armor plating or give us holoshields or... insert some kind of function useless for anything except more fanservice.
>After that, time to gather some recruits. We've already got a heavy, we just need a scout/sniper, a medic, and a demolitionist/trapper.
>Finally, call up Mom and our sisters and tell them we got a promotion, and that we're off on a business trip for a bit.

>>4955563
This. +Make sure to get recruits that match our style.

>>4955595
Personally, maybe not all of them have to be wearing our style, exactly. Maybe have some members with different fashions, like a Gothic Lolita demolition expert, a sukeban driver, stuff like that.

>>4955548
>Go to the Lo-Inc Hypercombat Training Arena and Pilates Lounge. Gotta learn how to do that cool spin-and-holster move you've seen on holovision. And like, shoot and fight, I guess.

>>4955548
>Get a human shield for your party

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>>4955563
>>4955595
>>4955616

>try out this button on this leotard. Maybe it'll give us armor plating or give us holoshields or...
Turns out, that's just the buckle for the TACTICOOL HARNESS. It feels a lot less constricting without it, almost like you're wearing nothing at all. Nothing at all. Nothing at all.

>After that, time to gather some recruits. We've already got a heavy, we just need a scout/sniper, a medic, and a demolitionist/trapper.
Your hand picked team is sure to get the job done, no doomer doofus is going to escape you this time! After some training, team-building exercises, and extensive yoga (courtesy of LO-INC's wonderful staff and facilites. Thanks LO-INC!), you'll be whipped into a force to be reckoned with!

>Go to the Lo-Inc Hypercombat Training Arena and Pilates Lounge. Gotta learn how to do that cool spin-and-holster move you've seen on holovision. And like, shoot and fight, I guess.
>gotta get in some practice rounds at the gun range to see how this handles
OW! This thing doesn't just hurt your hands, it hurts your forehead as the recoil sends the gun bonking right into it! Thankfully, your THICK GOTHY BANGS soak up the brunt of the damage and hide any leftover bruising. This is gonna take some learning on the job...

>Finally, call up Mom and our sisters and tell them we got a promotion, and that we're off on a business trip for a bit.
A chorus of congratulations of various enthusiasm levels sound out from your HDD, with your momma bringing in the rear. Sure she sounds like a really lame robot from smoking a carton a week, but her praise still somehow manages to warm your cold dark heart.

With Junko arriving soon, the question now is where to look. Hua said the imposter's signal must've come from outside the city limits, out in the [BADLANDS], but...

Where is Martin King?

>Vanessa
>Peanut
>K3nnedy
---
>???

>>4955723
>VANESSA

>>4955723
>K3nnedy
Gotta see how our bot's doing.

>>4955723
>>Vanessa

>>4955723
>K3nnedy
I'd go Vanessa, but two goth girls in a row feels like silly narrative construction.

>>4955723
>>Vanessa

>>4955723
>K3nnedy
What >>4955794 said

>Vanessa

>>4955723
>???

No one wants the mystery box? I'd like a Hua PoV as well desu.

>>4955866
We save the special mystery box for last, naturally.

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>>4955725
>>4955728
>>4955773
>>4955794
>>4955805
>>4955815
>>4955838
>>4955866
>>4955878

>VANESSA
You are VANESSA SPELWORTH, professional ero-idol on vacation, and full-time goth thot. You agreed to help your old buds at ALLCO. out with a little issue, and this is where it got you. Currently you are FUCKING PISSED OFF.
"What. Do. You. Mean. WHERE IS MARTIN KING." You snarl.
The ALLCO. suit trembles in his seat, putting his hands up to shield his face.
"W-We don't know! We were keeping tabs on him through that tracker you put, but we lost signal out in the [BADLANDS]!"

Nope. No fucking way. There is absolutely NO FUCKING WAY you are letting ANOTHER SHLUBBY LOSER slip through your fingers. It's NOT FAIR that your sister gets to live with her own dumbass boytoy, having KIDS and GRANDKIDS and a HAPPY FAMILY. That was YOUR BOYTOY until she just HAD to come back from being possessed and STEAL HIM BACK. You've kept yourself young with your witch magic for SO LONG just to get another shot. You are NOT going to wait another few decades for the next one.

The two twerps that were part of your team for the heist stand around awkwardly in the fancy ALLCO. offices. Any moment they'll start messing around with something they're not supposed to. In short, THIS SUCKS SO MUCH DICK IT'S NOT EVEN HOT.

>What do you do?

>>4955917
>It might kill you, but desperate times and all that Ask your sisters for help *barf*.

>>4955940
Supporting some cameos!

>>4955917
>>4955940
Supporting, we’re going to need some outside support for this. Also try and fail to suppress our groaning. And they better not try to steal our man or else.

>>4955940
This, but make sure you send the a pic of the King for reference!

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>>4955940
>>4955947
>>4955969

>It might kill you, but desperate times and all that Ask your sisters for help *barf*.
UUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHH. Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. You love your sisters and all, but GOD are they a pain to deal with sometimes. With a loud groan you turn and start flicking through your HDD. Let's see what they've been up to...

Tessa is STILL with that doofus Spanner, and look to be happily married to an infuriating degree. They've got a home... kids... grandkids... ugh, just looking at this makes you feel like second diddle all over again. She even let herself get all old with her hubby, ew. This SUCKS, but still you can't help but feel a tiny sliver of happiness to see your sister smile so brightly. You make a note to drop by later, give the kiddos a visit from Aunty V.

Clarissa did away with her meat body, then her robot body, and decided the whole body thing was too much of a hassle. What a weirdo, how can you get down and dirty without the dirty bits to do it? Somehow, she managed to upload her entire being into the net itself and become some kind of e-girl cybergoddess. ALLCO. was trying to figure out how she did it for a while, but last you heard the furthest they got was making digital copies of people's brains. She was doing pretty well for herself with a legion of simps -not nearly as vast as yours though- but went completely dark a few years ago. Not so much as a text to any of you about it.

Alessa, bless her heart, got out of her bad girl phase and left the whole bandit warlord thing to the badlands psychos. She's been raking in the dough off her series of at-home workout vids, exercise equipment, supplements, blah blah. She might need to wear a helmet, but hey, she must have some mega-autism for business. Looks like she even started a show where she goes out and wrestles weird mutants with her deadly thighs. For some reason, she always looks extremely flushed afterwards...

Nissa's all grown up! There's countless news articles about her going on expeditions across the world, hunting treasure and getting into wacky hijinx on daring adventures. Must be exciting for people who like all those bug bites, poison rashes, and animal maulings. Still, every few years she comes back to Tyrell City and visits her daddy- uh, dad. Father. You know, the one who splooged her into your mom- never mind, you get the picture. She's gotta be what, in her fifties now? Heck, go get 'em, you little scamp.

Let's take a head count. Tessa's living happy, Clarissa dropped off the face of the earth, Alessa's got commercials, shows, and business meetings out the wazoo, and Nissa's off in some far corner of the globe. What a pain in the butthole, not that you get those anymore.

>What do you do?

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>>4956185
Try to find a way to reach out to Clarissa, and call in a favour to triangulate King's position

>>4956185
Ask Nissa's dad and that russian cyborg buddy guy if they know any contacts in the badlands.

>>4956185
>Try to find a way to reach out to Clarissa, and call in a favour to triangulate King's position

If anyone can find him it's probably the e-goddess thot.

>>4956185
>Ask Nissa's dad and that russian cyborg buddy guy if they know any contacts in the badlands.

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>>4956202
>>4956257
>>4956602
>>4956688

>Ask Nissa's dad and that russian cyborg buddy guy if they know any contacts in the badlands.
You wrangle up the two goobers and head up to the big ol office of the President and Vice President of ALLCO. After a quick hello and a quicker progress report, the two shake their heads.
"Da, we would love to help, my little kroshka, but I do not think we have anything outside of the city anymore." Myshta says.
Wilson nods, "Yes, we've been much more focused on inter-city matters. Being kinder, gentler corporate oligarchy for the masses, as you put it, right Mystha?"
"Of course, comrade! Even now we are preparing for the first free city-wide delivery of TITOS II, the best vodka since the bear piss stills of Siberia!" The old ruskie gives out a hearty laugh and slaps Wilson on the shoulder

>Try to find a way to reach out to Clarissa, and call in a favour to triangulate King's position
As soon as you go to look up her contact, you get a call! From Claressa no less! How convenient.
"You called, sis?"
Well, actually, she did.
"You're wondering where I am, huh? Finally taking a break from all that bra-stuffing and booty-shaking, I see."

>What do you do?

>>4956904
seethe

>>4956904
>Use a series of colorful epithets to SEETHE at Claressa.

>>4956904
>"haha Clarissa where's the geek I'm looking for so I can shotgun wedding this ass."

>>4957130
This. Also:
"For your information, I found myself an ASS MAN."

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>>4957122
>>4957129
>>4957130

>Use a series of colorful epithets to SEETHE at Claressa.
"Alright, alright, calm down you big baby. Maybe a 'hi' or 'how have you been' next time? Speaking of, hey 'nessa, glad you're not dead."

>"haha Clarissa where's the geek I'm looking for so I can shotgun wedding this ass."
"The dumbass you've been giving verbal over-the-pants handys? Yeah, I know where he is. I know how much of a 'tard he is too. Can you believe he stuck that neural chip in his head after I specifically told him not to?"
She lets out a heavily synthesized sigh
"Getting the data off that is going to be such a pain in the socket now. You should really go for guys with brains."
Ohh, she's putting on the smug voice. This bitch...
"But I guess no brains matches up with what you've got going on in the chesticle region."

>"For your information, I found myself an ASS MAN."
"Yeah, he's an ass alright."
The sounds of a canned ba-dum-tss plays in your ear
"Look V, I don't wanna burst your bubble or anything, but he seems pretty into that Tomboy GF of his. Juuust putting it out there. Giving you something to consider, you know?"

>What do you do?

>>4957346
THEN I'LL CLAIM DIBS ON SECOND WIFE, DAMNIT! IT'S THE FUTURE, POLYGAMY AND POLYANDRY ARE LEGAL!

>>4957392
+1, we'll get in under his sheets even if it's the last thing we do!

>>4957346
Tell her you found love potion recipes and know how to use them.

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>>4957392
>>4957488
>>4957568

>THEN I'LL CLAIM DIBS ON SECOND WIFE, DAMNIT! IT'S THE FUTURE, POLYGAMY AND POLYANDRY ARE LEGAL!
>we'll get in under his sheets even if it's the last thing we do!
"Vanessa... You sound SUPER desperate right now. Like, this level of desperate would physically hurt me if I was still physical."
The whole net shifts a little as she rolls her digital eyes.
"Fiiine, I'll send you his location. Better yet, I'll send you where I told his girlfriend to meet me. But for real, Don't do anything dumb, alright? I MEAN it. I know you wear that jacket for shits and giggles, but this is not a Dumb Bitch situation."
FINALLY. You get a ping on your HDD somewhere out in the [BADLANDS]. An old bunker hidden beneath a huge pile of garbage, shaped into some kind of arena thing. Looks like it's gonna be a bit of a bitch to get into, but you think you can handle it.

Still, you've got these two brats running all around, knocking over water coolers, pantsing office drones, and trying to steal snacks out of the vending machines. How the hell do people even deal with kids. This blows the big one, without a happy ending.

>What do you do?

>>4957600
Get our scythe, upgrade K3NNEDY, get the kid some sugar so he stops bashing the vend-bot, and get out of here.