Oh, we're gonna play cyborg suffering olympics now?
I'm still not seeing a difference here. Big whoop, so you've got a bit more metal than I do. If someone wants to find us suspicious for it, it's not gonna make a difference. That's their problem.
If you like what you've got, then don't hide it. Otherwise, you're just letting a bunch of assholes run your life.
[ He gets progressively closer to Hansa as he talks until eventually he's within range to poke him in the chest for emphasis. ]
It's supposed to be a Church secret, Buck- uh, Vezda.
[He exhales through his nose, obviously irritated, but he's distracted by the man getting into his personal space. His gaze flits down - the man should definitely feel that its nothing but solid as he pokes him.]
...But fine. You have a point. Too many people have already found this out. And most of us come from different worlds already. [He shakes his head.] Funny, didn't think I'd get a weird cyborg pep talk from you, of all people.
They're the ones who gave me this body. It is packed with gadgets and weapons of all kinds. I'm basically a walking talking weapon of mass destruction.
It has some of the best technology of the world, yes. [And a light shrug.] And that's exactly the point. The government, greedy as they are, would have their heads burst if they knew what the Church was keeping from them.
Basically, they give Dracula a run for their money. Dead Apostles are creatures that defy humanity itself. And quite literally, too. Any human weapon is worthless against them. You could hit them with an entire missile, and for the most part, they'd just yawn.
[They're more like eldritch humanoid beasts, than people who just suck blood.]
That's where I step in. This body is made of consecrated metal. There are a few ways to fight Dead Apostles, but one of the ways is to fight them with blessed armaments. I'm literally made to be their worst enemy.
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I'm still not seeing a difference here. Big whoop, so you've got a bit more metal than I do. If someone wants to find us suspicious for it, it's not gonna make a difference. That's their problem.
If you like what you've got, then don't hide it. Otherwise, you're just letting a bunch of assholes run your life.
[ He gets progressively closer to Hansa as he talks until eventually he's within range to poke him in the chest for emphasis. ]
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[He exhales through his nose, obviously irritated, but he's distracted by the man getting into his personal space. His gaze flits down - the man should definitely feel that its nothing but solid as he pokes him.]
...But fine. You have a point. Too many people have already found this out. And most of us come from different worlds already. [He shakes his head.] Funny, didn't think I'd get a weird cyborg pep talk from you, of all people.
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...but that's another thing. How the hell is being a cyborg supposed to be a church secret? What've they got to do with it?
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[He frowns.]
They're the ones who gave me this body. It is packed with gadgets and weapons of all kinds. I'm basically a walking talking weapon of mass destruction.
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I fight unholy beings, Vezda. Especially vampires. Only the power of the Church can stand up to that.
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[They're more like eldritch humanoid beasts, than people who just suck blood.]
That's where I step in. This body is made of consecrated metal. There are a few ways to fight Dead Apostles, but one of the ways is to fight them with blessed armaments. I'm literally made to be their worst enemy.
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Well damn, alright. I guess in that case the church would have the power to make cyborgs.
[ ...and then, after a few moments of silence: ]
...do you get to sign up for being a holy cyborg?
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I'm the only one as far as I know. And besides, you've got a metal arm. Aren't you happy with it?
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But it's not like I had a choice in getting it. By the time I did, I'd had it so long that "happy" wasn't really a factor. It was just...my arm.