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Heaven's BBS - Text
Date: January 10
From: Anonymous
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Things happened. Holidays. - keiyuki
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
[He died, cut him some slack. Even if he's not telling anyone that.]
[The chapter opens up with some basic exposition from Casimiro about how things have progressed in a month since him and Elio have started working as partners. It's nothing mind blowing. Casimiro observes things such as how Elio has started to come in with his hair not gelled anymore, and that their partnership is still stiff although Elio listens to Casimiro through rank only. Nothing exciting apparently happens in the month, since there's dismissive descriptions of going on patrol and answering plain calls that go nowhere about noisy neighbors or things of that nature. Casimiro does note, however, that his superior- Deacon Caputo- seems to be more aggravated lately and is thus more of a hassle to work under. This goes on for a page or so, before....]
The door to Caputo's office suddenly slammed open. Casimiro stopped his complaints about Elio's sloppy desk. The look in Caputo's eyes said he wouldn't have tolerated it anyway. "Falco," he snapped. "There's a hostage situation. Go, now."
They were supposed to be on desk duty tonight but that didn't matter. Caputo's word was law. Casimiro saluted and turned on his heel to head towards the artillery room. He didn't have the kind of social skills which were ideal for a hostage situation. That meant if he was being called then negotiations had already gone badly. As he went, Elio followed him. At least he really was learning. It didn't matter if Elio hadn't been called. The two of them were partners, for better or worse. Of course they would go together.
Through years of habit and practice, it didn't take long for him to get the gun he needed or to pack up into the squad car. The air was tense inside as he navigated the city streets. He could tell from the corner of his eye that Elio had probably been waiting for this kind of thing for a while now. He was leaning forward, muscles tense with eagerness, and the passing streetlights caught the amber of his eyes in an eerie way. It seemed eerie to Casimiro, anyway. For a moment, he wondered if all canine shifters had eyes so fascinating. His last partner hadn't been one, after all. Despite the fact that he could have stared for a lot longer, he turned his attention back to the road. It would be embarrassing if he crashed on the way to a hostage situation.
[On the way there over radio and at their arrival, the pair are given a briefing on the situation: a domestic dispute that quickly escalated even before neighbors had called the cops, who'd been met with a gun to their face when they'd attempted to knock at the front door. The gunsman had been so erratic, the answering cops had no choice but to retreat back to the street. One of the gunsman's demands had been to kill the lights, believing it would give him an advantage.]
It had already been obvious to Casimiro why he was called in the first place. As he looked in the direction of the darkened street, unable to be lit fully by the meager light of the moon, it was even more obvious now. "Then I'll get into position," he said plainly. "Adesso, when I fire my shots, I need you to find a good point to take down the gunman before he can react." He didn't wait for a response before he took his sniper case and began to move.
Elio followed him regardless. "It's pitch black," he pointed out unhelpfully.
"I know."
"How are you going to see anything?"
Elio really hadn't paid attention when he had been assigned as his partner. Well, it was time for Casimiro to shift anyway. He guessed a demonstration wouldn't hurt. However, it was dark. He had to lean in close to Elio, their breaths mixing in the warm night air. Elio stiffened, expecting a fight. Casimiro didn't give him one. Instead, he took a breath and focused on the hundreds of small muscles and nerves which pushed and changed for his shift. When Elio shifted, joints popped and relocated to accommodate his much larger form. Casimiro wasn't so dramatic. His was quieter as keratin formed to break past skin. The amount of blood in the shift was too minuscule to count but Elio smelled it anyway. Casimiro could tell by the way he perked up with his nose twitching. Not that he needed to smell anything. The feathers which had sprouted along the sides of Casimiro's face, his wrists, throat, and up from his hair were signal enough. With his sunglasses having been put back into his pocket during the drive here, the way orange broke up the dull gray of his eyes was also no doubt apparent. They definitely helped him take in the way Elio glanced up at his ears, where large tufts of feathers had sprouted distinctly. "I'm an owl shifter," he explained, when he was sure his partner had taken in everything.
Elio paused. "An owl shifter?"
"Yes."
The pause continued a little longer. "Your last name is Falco."
He didn't like where this was going. "Yes."
A smirk began to grow on Elio's face. "Then shouldn't your name be Gufo? You're the wrong species!"
"Get to your post."
[The hostage situation ends up being taken care of smoothly. When the gunman waves the weapon around (Casimiro noting he has tattoos on his arm and might be part of a Triad), Casimiro shoots his hand and the offending weapon, which leaves him open for a shifted Elio to pin to the ground. (This takes the hostage with them, but Casimiro seems to let it slide.) As the rest of the officers swarm in to handle things, Casimiro notices his partner behaving fidgety and strange, but dismisses it. At least, until the end of their shift in the middle of the night, when Casimiro notices Elio slinking off suspiciously away from the direction he usually goes.... back towards the crime scene.]
From: Anonymous
-----------------------
Things happened. Holidays. - keiyuki
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
[He died, cut him some slack. Even if he's not telling anyone that.]
[The chapter opens up with some basic exposition from Casimiro about how things have progressed in a month since him and Elio have started working as partners. It's nothing mind blowing. Casimiro observes things such as how Elio has started to come in with his hair not gelled anymore, and that their partnership is still stiff although Elio listens to Casimiro through rank only. Nothing exciting apparently happens in the month, since there's dismissive descriptions of going on patrol and answering plain calls that go nowhere about noisy neighbors or things of that nature. Casimiro does note, however, that his superior- Deacon Caputo- seems to be more aggravated lately and is thus more of a hassle to work under. This goes on for a page or so, before....]
The door to Caputo's office suddenly slammed open. Casimiro stopped his complaints about Elio's sloppy desk. The look in Caputo's eyes said he wouldn't have tolerated it anyway. "Falco," he snapped. "There's a hostage situation. Go, now."
They were supposed to be on desk duty tonight but that didn't matter. Caputo's word was law. Casimiro saluted and turned on his heel to head towards the artillery room. He didn't have the kind of social skills which were ideal for a hostage situation. That meant if he was being called then negotiations had already gone badly. As he went, Elio followed him. At least he really was learning. It didn't matter if Elio hadn't been called. The two of them were partners, for better or worse. Of course they would go together.
Through years of habit and practice, it didn't take long for him to get the gun he needed or to pack up into the squad car. The air was tense inside as he navigated the city streets. He could tell from the corner of his eye that Elio had probably been waiting for this kind of thing for a while now. He was leaning forward, muscles tense with eagerness, and the passing streetlights caught the amber of his eyes in an eerie way. It seemed eerie to Casimiro, anyway. For a moment, he wondered if all canine shifters had eyes so fascinating. His last partner hadn't been one, after all. Despite the fact that he could have stared for a lot longer, he turned his attention back to the road. It would be embarrassing if he crashed on the way to a hostage situation.
[On the way there over radio and at their arrival, the pair are given a briefing on the situation: a domestic dispute that quickly escalated even before neighbors had called the cops, who'd been met with a gun to their face when they'd attempted to knock at the front door. The gunsman had been so erratic, the answering cops had no choice but to retreat back to the street. One of the gunsman's demands had been to kill the lights, believing it would give him an advantage.]
It had already been obvious to Casimiro why he was called in the first place. As he looked in the direction of the darkened street, unable to be lit fully by the meager light of the moon, it was even more obvious now. "Then I'll get into position," he said plainly. "Adesso, when I fire my shots, I need you to find a good point to take down the gunman before he can react." He didn't wait for a response before he took his sniper case and began to move.
Elio followed him regardless. "It's pitch black," he pointed out unhelpfully.
"I know."
"How are you going to see anything?"
Elio really hadn't paid attention when he had been assigned as his partner. Well, it was time for Casimiro to shift anyway. He guessed a demonstration wouldn't hurt. However, it was dark. He had to lean in close to Elio, their breaths mixing in the warm night air. Elio stiffened, expecting a fight. Casimiro didn't give him one. Instead, he took a breath and focused on the hundreds of small muscles and nerves which pushed and changed for his shift. When Elio shifted, joints popped and relocated to accommodate his much larger form. Casimiro wasn't so dramatic. His was quieter as keratin formed to break past skin. The amount of blood in the shift was too minuscule to count but Elio smelled it anyway. Casimiro could tell by the way he perked up with his nose twitching. Not that he needed to smell anything. The feathers which had sprouted along the sides of Casimiro's face, his wrists, throat, and up from his hair were signal enough. With his sunglasses having been put back into his pocket during the drive here, the way orange broke up the dull gray of his eyes was also no doubt apparent. They definitely helped him take in the way Elio glanced up at his ears, where large tufts of feathers had sprouted distinctly. "I'm an owl shifter," he explained, when he was sure his partner had taken in everything.
Elio paused. "An owl shifter?"
"Yes."
The pause continued a little longer. "Your last name is Falco."
He didn't like where this was going. "Yes."
A smirk began to grow on Elio's face. "Then shouldn't your name be Gufo? You're the wrong species!"
"Get to your post."
[The hostage situation ends up being taken care of smoothly. When the gunman waves the weapon around (Casimiro noting he has tattoos on his arm and might be part of a Triad), Casimiro shoots his hand and the offending weapon, which leaves him open for a shifted Elio to pin to the ground. (This takes the hostage with them, but Casimiro seems to let it slide.) As the rest of the officers swarm in to handle things, Casimiro notices his partner behaving fidgety and strange, but dismisses it. At least, until the end of their shift in the middle of the night, when Casimiro notices Elio slinking off suspiciously away from the direction he usually goes.... back towards the crime scene.]
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There's Setana, who is pretty flirty and hot-tempered. Kuro is aloof and arrogant, but gradually warms up. There's also Cervi, but I haven't started his route yet. He seems nice, friendly.
Your character can get killed if you make the wrong choice sometimes. I usually save before major decisions so I can look at the other option if things go poorly.
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In this one, I think I've died three times now?
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It sounds interesting. What do you use to play it on? The television I have access to is a little old fashioned so I think I would have to work with it if I wanted to hook up a game system to it. If this is on a computer, it would be much easier for me to play.
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[Link]
You can check out some of other titles too.
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Got it. I'll check out the other ones later. Inbetween my writing, I'll try to play a little bit of this and see if it gives me any inspiration. I'll let you know how it turns out.
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Good luck on the next chapter, can't wait to read it. Here's hoping things stay quiet.