Fate/Ludonarrative

Chapter 3 - A Bag of Bones & the Fifth Element

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It wasn't fine, obviously. You'd have to think I'm fucking retarded or something, even without this suit twisting my balls at every turn I'm not going to just roll over and leave the door wide open for international assassins, kill squads and black helicopters to waltz in and smother us with our pillows. I may be bullet proof but he's got all the durability of a fucking balloon. Overreacting my ass, like a snotty kid would know how to stay out of danger.

    Okay, I'm going too hard on him, but what can I do? The best course of action in ensuring his safety shot down all because he thinks I'm seeing Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones around every corner? It's not like it's the only way to protect him, but it's not going to be easy without it.

    What indeed. First, I realised we have no way of contacting each other if we got separated, so I managed to hook up my radiotelephone to be findable on cell networks and figured out to force through to answer in case it ever turned into an emergency. I didn't tell him about that, so he looked like he thought his phone had been possessed when my voice suddenly came out of it and not my faceplate. Second, we established rendezvous points in the immediate area, from the shrine South of his school to the dental university right by the apartment, to name a few, and made him as difficult to intercept as possible by stacking his schedule, from escorting him to school every day as any loving father should, to having him socialise as much as possible through play dates and study sessions. Really, it was all to get him out of the house as much as possible, since the bad guys would have to be seriously mentally challenged if they think their target having a predictable routine isn't easy. I mean, it'd be swell if they did but this is the Illuminati I'm thinking of, I'm half expecting his friends to be in on the conspiracy as it is.

    It is a good strategy, if I do say so myself, but there's only so much I could do in three days. Sure, things were looking up by Friday morning to a point I wondered if I really was overreacting and it didn't help it was the same bullshit day in day out; walk Kousuke to school and "see him off" at the gates, go round the back of the building and cloak my way inside, waste time in a computer lab until the day clocks out, "pick up" "my son" or let him hang with his friends and shadow them until they've had enough fun and head home. Overreacting or not, it's been unusually quiet compared to what I've already been through.

    But, seeing them goofing around made me... jealous, a little, and I started missing Remnant, weirdly enough; as bad as that hellhole got, I could at least see the sights and sounds without worrying about causing an international scene or being hunted by secret societies. Well, until Beacon happened, anyway. If only I could get this suit off without becoming as weak as a human.

    And then it hit me: wait a minute, I could shapeshift out of this suit, Prophet unlocked the nanites, what the Hell happened to that?

    A good question and concerning that the idea of peeling back the Nanosuit hadn't come to mind until now. Things only got weirder when I asked the voice in my head about it and realised, I'd switched from calling the malware False Prophet to SECOND without noticing, I don't hear its redundant answer of Unknown or Data Incomplete. Normally I'd pin such fuckery on SECOND's attempts to wrangle my brain into obedience but considering all the other fuckery I've been put through who knows what it is. The only other question is, what else am I missing?

    I needed a distraction, so I decided to finally open up Gunny one Wednesday evening to see what's up with him and, well, it's a gun. Twelve-inch bore positioned low to mitigate recoil, tungsten block jacket to mitigate recoil and six-round gas-seal cylinder with a reversed hammer positioned directly above the hand to maximise barrel length without making it even more ungodly long and mitigate recoil; there's a successive trigger to prime the main one into match and what I originally took to be a rail is actually some kind of claw and plug doohickie, but it's so exotic there's nothing that'll fit into it as far as I know.