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capencowl20202020-01-14 02:33 pm
BABY WE WERE BORN TO RUN
WHERE: THE STREETS OF THE CITY
WHEN: Duration of the event
WHAT: PRISONER TRANSPORT/RESCUE
WARNINGS: Violence and language likely
OOC NOTES: This is a starter log to help kick off the event. Feel free to use or post your own!
The transport process isn’t a fun one. Captured Metas are outfitted with power-nullifying handcuffs and collars, chained into the back of a heavily armored prison transport vehicle. Normally there’s a huge procession that goes alone with this: more back up vehicles, overhead support, government loyal metals in every vehicle. But this rush of new arrivals has pushed the system to its limits- there’s never been a need to accommodate more than a specific number of known Metas. It has the guards in the vehicles on edge, jumpy as they try to navigate through the City without the usual back up. And it’s a strain the resistance is more than ready to push to the breaking point.
In addition to transporting new arrivals to their reprogramming, there are the already-present Meta prisoners that must still be shuffled around, causing a mix of old and new in the vehicles. And irresistible targets for liberation for the resistance groups. When the transport is hit, which will the new Metas side with? Your captors you may still be able to gain a comfortable life working with? Or the rebellion fighting their way into the vehicle?
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Jacob lowers his face into his hand for a moment, and shakes his head. This one hurts. He should be used to it by now, but Manabu... Yeah, this one hurts.
"No, I just got here. I just... knew you in a different universe. It's a long story," he says with a heavy sigh.
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Talking about different universes is pretty rare lately, even with all the different people from them. But from the looks of this guy, it's not old hat yet, the way it is for everyone else.
"I don't get it. Are you talking about the machine in Stark Tower? That thing's been collecting dust for years and years. What other universe are you talking about?" And moreover, why wouldn't he remember it himself, knowing this guy? That's not fair at all.
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"There's a world where the Porter is in Florida," he starts. "Government treats imPorts a lot better than here. I lived there five damn years before going home. And you were there, too."
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"I was?" he echoes, pointing at himself before exchanging a look with Scout. "Or, you mean...another me? Another Manabu? Wait--"
His expression scrunches as he rubs at the back of his head. "I'm confused. Is this part of that thing where if...if a guy was to get sent away, back in the old days, they'd forget about it? Is that what's going on here?"
Did he really forget a whole chunk of life somewhere else? Five years' worth?!
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He almost places a comforting hand on Manabu's shoulder, then thinks better of it. He settles for using his Earnest Voice instead.
"The important thing is that I know you're a good man," he says. "We trained together, saved lives together. It tore me up when you got Ported out."
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He shifts in place, his hand resting on the back of his neck as he chews on all of this. Training and saving lives seems pretty par for the course, but is this guy for real? Another him out there? Doing the same stuff? Getting walloped? Is there no Manabu Yuuki who isn't getting razzed by fate?
"M-maybe it wouldn't be too weird to think that kind of stuff got...decked clean out of my memory," he admits, sheepish. "I mean, considering this...punching problem I got."
Scout snorts.
"But I guess it's good that at least you don't know me as some pain in the ass, right?"