INBOX ⦿ EDGE OF REVERIE

[gunmettle]

INBOX

"This is Juzo Inui. Leave a message."

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[bratsunemiku]

[ She is honestly just as surprised that she's managed even that much. As soon as she gets those few inches, she puts him back down before she lets go and then howls in laughter. ]

Yo! Did you see that!? I still fucking got it! Hah!

[gunmettle]

[ Juzo straightens his shirt, looking at her with some air of amusement. ]

Color me impressed.

[bratsunemiku]

Yeah!

[ she flexes her lil arms (but big hands)! ]

Figure I could pick you up over my damn head with just a few more upgrades, but fuuuuuck that. Anyway, what were you sayin'?

[ something about his origin story? ]

[gunmettle]

I was askin' if you wanted me to explain the whole "GSU" thing. Didn't have a whole lotta time for that earlier.

[bratsunemiku]

... Oh yeah, sure thing. I got time for your war stories.

[ that's it??? that's it. ]

Does your team have an in-house bar too, or nah?

[gunmettle]

You guys got a bar?

No, we just have a kitchen.

[bratsunemiku]

...

Can you even drink or would that, like, mess with your gun head or something.

[gunmettle]

Guess I could drink if I wanted to, but I don't really want to.

[ He lifts his cigarette away from his mouth, exhaling a plume of smoke. ]

One vice is enough for me.

[bratsunemiku]

...Fair.

[ She can respect that. Well, if she's going to be drinking alone, then she'd rather just sit and like... actually listen to him. So instead she looks around and... realizes how completely lame this dorm looks. How can it look so lame compared to Basilisk's?? ]

Jesus, can I actually sit on these couches or are they like, off-limits like a fucking museum exhibit?

[ ...stills he's going to go ahead and flop down onto one, immediately slouching, legs spread and bent in a very gremlin-like form with her arms folded behind her head. ]

[gunmettle]

[ I mean, it all looks nice but the place smells like an ashtray thanks to the combined efforts of Juzo, Harlock, and Sholmes. ]

You didn't even wait for an answer, did you? I was gonna tell you to make yourself at home.

[bratsunemiku]

[ What do you mean, Juzo? This place smells amazing. Just like home. ]

Yeah, yeah. So what's the story? You scared the shit outta me with all that GSU crap.

[gunmettle]

Lemme ask you somethin' first. All your enhancements, do you know the origin of the tech? Why it exists in the first place.

[bratsunemiku]

Ain't talkin' about who made them, huh?

[ He seems like he's asking more about how cyberware came to be. ]

Think it was for medical shit at first. Then they started chroming soldiers up for war.

[gunmettle]

I kinda figured the origins would be mostly the same. For my world, Extensions came about during the Great War. The idea was to build super soldiers, and finally turn the tide.

[bratsunemiku]

Huh. Sounds real fuckin' familiar.

You one of those super soldiers, then?

[gunmettle]

I am. There was a whole unit of us GSUs. Thirteen in all, each with a human handler — or "Hands", as we called 'em.

[ Rebecca might recall that Juzo's inmate designation on the registry is "Device Thirteen". ]

[bratsunemiku]

[ She sure does recall... ]

...So you were the last one? You mentioned havin' a human partner back when those cages crashed.

[gunmettle]

That's right. A GSU can't access their full combat capabilities without authorization from a Hands. Attemptin' to force it causes our sub-brains to shut down. It's how the military kept us in check.

[bratsunemiku]

And that's why your... that whole thing, when all that shit came out of your back. That's why it wouldn't work?

[gunmettle]

Yep. I didn't have the right permissions. If I'd kept goin', I was gonna black out for sure.

... Sorry, by the way, for puttin' you through all that.

[bratsunemiku]

Spooked the hell outta me, y'know! Thought for sure you were about to go cyberpsycho on my ass. Jeezus.

Don't really got tech like what you've got in your back where I'm from. And if we did, I don't think anyone would be able to get that installed without losing their mind.

...Sorry that they made you into that, though.

[gunmettle]

[ He lifts a shoulder in a shrug. ]

Took me a while, but I've made my peace with it. Besides, whoever I was before I was... this is long gone. I got no memories of before the war.

[bratsunemiku]

Fuck, man.

... Where I'm from, getting that much chrome installed drives most people off the edge into bein' a cyberpsycho. But there's one guy who's full borg. Adam Smasher. Works as the garbage guy for the top corpo in town. Hear he's one scary motherfucker.

I know our mods don't work the same way. But if you were from my world...

[gunmettle]

"Full borg." [ He echoes, almost distantly. ] Call it bein' full-body Extended where I come from. Not uncommon, but not exactly legal, either.

D'you know what it is that does it? Pushes people over the edge?

[bratsunemiku]

It's cyberware. Getting too much of it, so much that you forget what it's like to be human. Hard to say for sure where that line is, though. 'Cause everyone's different, y'know?

Some people, it only takes one piece of cyberware to go rollin' over the edge. Others, it takes a fuckton more. Guess it depends what their brain's doin' even before all the software and shit. Always ends the same, though.

[ with a bullet to the skull. ]

My bro was killed by a cyberpsycho. Lost people on our crew after they went cyberpsycho, too.