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"sorry if i'm not explaining it all that well!" Ashton pats you on the shoulder. "you're doing good. i'm proud of you and, uh, again. thank you for not freaking out too much over this."
Despite how weird her whole Harvester deal is, you can't help but to smile back. "It's no big deal. I'm glad you're comfortable enough to share these things with me."
"hey, what can i say, i feel comfortable around you. you're...nice to be around, dunno how else to put it."
"Thanks?" You sheepishly laugh, just like she was only a few moments ago.
The <span class="mu-b">Man</span> warns that it's getting late.
Your should probably get going. You gesture at your pals to follow after you. You might as well wander the halls with your pals for a bit before you head back to your dorm.
>93!
It's a lot more crowded out here than it was only an hour or so ago. The halls are packed to the brim with people, ranging from researchers to security guards, all in a mad dash to be somewhere. Weird.
You squirm past god knows how many researchers. As you try to squirm past the crowd, you feel someone slam right into you. You nearly fall right on your ass but Ashton and the <span class="mu-b">Man</span> manage to catch you in time.
You look down to see that a scrawny researcher is standing right in front of you. In his hands is a pile of random, miscellaneous junk. You know, on an instinctual level, these have to be ARTIFACTS. It's as if the air is electrified by their presence.
"Fuck, fuck, uhhh. Look, man, I need you to take one of these."
"Huh?" "My boss isn't going to miss one. Most of these were locked up in storage-"
"Just take one, man! I can't carry them all!"
Welp! You're not going to look a gifted horse in the mouth.
Which ARTIFACT do you want to borrow from this researcher? Pick one. They researcher will give a small snippet of what properties the item might have.
>'THE FLESH IS WILLING.' A sickly-smelling suit and tie made out of an unusual red fabric. ("Wearing it gives you a certain je ne sais quoi, if you catch my drift.")
>'WALKING LIGHTING.' A small glass jar. There's a ball of lightning violently shaking inside of it. ("Dunno how we extracted this with no causalities. INSANE amounts of power in this thing.")
>'M.A.D WORLD." A cheap pair of eclipse glasses. They're caked in ash. ("These let you see what you're not meant to see. Remember what you can't remember.")
>'ABANDON GLORY." A tattered pair of boxer gloves, stained with blood. ("Security took this from someone. It took eight guards to restrain him, man.")
>'BLEEDING MIRACLE OF SOUND." An old, warped vinyl disc. You swear you hear a song inside your head. ("It tells you what you need to know. What may happen, what should happen.")
>'DOGS AND ROSES.' A revolver with a wooden grip. A floral pattern is etched on the grip. ("It hurts your spirit, your heart, not your flesh. Non-lethal but still devastating.")
>Look for something else in the pile. (WRITE IN a KEYWORD and you'll get an ARTIFACT loosely based on it.)
