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John lay the ASHPD on his shoulder, maybe he was a bit showing off. “It’s a shame Aperture hasn’t released it for consumers, it’s seems there are no bugs to me. But they still insist on testing it further through the solving of test chambers.” Meanwhile, John replaced his portals for them both to be able to move faster through the mine.
"These intra dimensional gates have proven to be completely safe." John said in an attempted robotic voice. "Sorry, it just remember these kind of things. Yes those portals are completely safe, no side effects. Though they warned me not to look into the operational end of the device and not to touch the operational end of the device. I also shouldn’t dip it in liquid."
John jumped through the portals again, gesturing to Gordana to follow. “They also told me that I shouldn’t use it outside the testing areas, but that seemed to be no problem to me.”
Gordana nodded, perhaps seeming more eager than normal. In all honesty she would love to just run around with the device and find creative ways to use it. If any flat surface could hold one of these, it’d be useful for combat…
Upon noticing his gesture, she hopped through after him and led the way, raising her gun at the sound of scuttling on the other side of the tunnelway. Probably an antlion, but it paid to be cautious. ‘Anything else I should probably know about?’
It’s been far too long since my character last went to sleep. How do you try to get them to?
THE MUSE AND THE MUN SHALL NOW KISS IN CELEBRATION OF MUNDAY
'…No.' ((Well alrighty then. Grouch. Saving yourself for Vance sti-?)) *proceeds to be punched in the face*
"I certainly won’t calm down! You know something Freeman, and I demand you tell me… Or you won’t like what I have planned for you," AM demanded, venom in his voice again. The fans that cooled Him down were working in overtime, if He had blood, it would be boiling. "Have you been conspiring against me with my captives? I’ll have to punish them dearly… you as well."
'Of course not. How am I supposed to be conspiring with people I've never even met? And wouldn't you know about that?” Gordana signed with a quiet sigh. 'Back home, this place is all in a short story written in 1967, so I sort of know what's going on if memory serves right.'
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John followed her along again, smiling friendly as always. “That’s the most interesting thing! As I said, this is the Aperture Science Handheld Portal Device. So what it does, it sets up portals to go through, like this!”
John pointed the device forward, way further into the hallway and shot towards a cement wall. A bright blue portal appeared, without hole of course, not until John shot the second one beneath his feet. He disappeared into the bright orange portal and came out the other one at the end of the hallway. “It makes two portal through which you can travel, Aperture uses it to complete puzzles. I haven’t found out the use of it outside Aperture yet but who knows maybe they’ll finally tell me one day.”
Gordana stared, trying to hide her amazement at the devices use. It could save so much time going through abandoned buildings and supply runs, but Aperture used it for puzzles?! In her eyes, that was a complete waste of such technology.
After inspecting the portal for a few minutes, she stepped through. Nothing felt different, but who knew of the long term effects? John seemed to be fine, but there was no way of knowing. ‘Ah… Are there any… Side effects?’
OFFICIAL NOTICE OF WANTED CRIMINAL GORDANA FREEMAN. CRIMES INCLUDE SEVERAL COUNTS OF TERROISM, MURDER, GRAND LARCENY, ILLEGAL POSSESION OF DEADY WEAPONS, AND CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY AND ITS BENEFACTORS. ANY ONE SEEN WITH INDIVDUAL WILL BE ARRESTED
'Shit…' She couldn't help but hold back a laugh. Thirty years ago she would've sworn they were talking about Joanne instead of her… Oh how the tables have turned?
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John listened with interest, understanding not much of it though. Biology never was one of his strongest subjects. He’ll see how this blob will work when the time asks for it.
While keeping up with Gordana, John made sure to watch his steps. It was going back down again. Not the way he had come from, that was sure. “Yes, Aperture, the whole science facility. There’s where this device comes from.” He patted on his ASHPD that was dangling on his belt. “The ASHPD, Aperture Science Handheld Portal Device. It’s also called the portal gun for the ones using it longer than a few months.”
Gordana stopped to stare at the device in awe. The prongs reminded her of the gravity gun in some ways, making her wonder if Aperture had stolen the plans for it at some point. She didn’t ask or question him on such a matter though. It didn’t feel right. ‘… So… What does it do exactly?’ Signing so he could see it, she began walking again and tried not to show too much interest in it.
If He had eyes, they’d be as narrow as slits at her ‘words’. This woman was letting on something that He didn’t know. If there was anything AM hated more than humanity and himself it was secrets being kept from him. “And what on earth could you possibly mean by that?!” He spat, the growing anger in his voice made the panels and floor shudder again. “What are you hiding from me Freeman?” Her subtlety wasn’t fooling anyone. Most humans were too idiotic to calculate other outcomes. Hell, even AM himself did not have the capacity to predict the millions of outcomes the future could hold.
Well that backfired. Freeman steadied herself and made motions for him to calm down. She wasn’t going to explain if he was going to be like this. ‘Either calm down or else go on wondering until it happens.’ Her signs were slow and deliberate, showing no fear or timidness whatsoever in her features as usual.
Freeman and the Free Woman
She’d immediately assumed a defensive stance as the thundering of boots resonated from the corridor. There had been a camera. She’d allowed herself to be herded directly into the wolf’s den, too busy admiring its fleece to pick up on the curled muzzle of pointed teeth. In that split second of panic, she faced a glaring reflection of the past hour. She’d been kidnapped and held captive by a doctor- a woman of science. Again. She’d only narrowly escaped death because of a very convenient appearance of, what was now, a common enemy. She’d seen this woman’s capacity to kill. And yet, she’d placed herself at the heart of a trap because of the mere implied vow to be protected. She’d placed stock in the woman’s silent promise because-
There was a rapping on the door. A knock punctuating each hurried line of explanation. Gordana’s inherently hard face twisted into a layered display of shock, concern, and determination. Green eyes flashed in an unspoken sign for Chell to follow.
Because she’s human. As though the thought threaded them together, she darted after Gordana. (Yet not before rebelliously sliding back into her long fall boots, the long denim serving as a suitable veil to their branded shafts.) Within moments they came to a carport and Chell found herself reunited with the mechanical Goliath of a mascot, and greeted by an unfamiliar face with a barrage of proffered artillery. Accepting the foreign weaponry, she fruitlessly searched his mien for hints of laughter. She offered him a fleeting nod of thanks and reluctantly slid into what appeared to be the skeleton of a car.
It was a good thing she’d held onto her boots.
Gordana started up the car the moment the woman sat down, sparing a quick wave to Alex before the garage door opened and she switched the shift from park to drive. The alarm blared loudly as they flew out the exit and onto the soon-to-be battlefield. She nearly rammed into three people and narrowly missed crashing into the wall, though this time most of it wasn’t her fault as everyone was running around in a semi-organized fashion that just happened to be in her way.
She didn’t allow her eyes or mind to wander this time, speeding along towards where the mill used to be so they could wait for an update about just where Combine were going to be entering. They passed many people on foot and it became clear they were each running to their own stations scattered about the momentary arena, each carrying some form of weapon along with the few medics who followed a couple of the larger groups.
Her foot hit the brake hard, causing them to lurch forward a bit before slamming back into the seat. She shut the car off and waited for the intercom to click on, ignoring Chell as she scanned the area. Everyone was silent to the point where not even a whisper could be heard from any of the gun and rocket launcher weilding rebels. They were waiting as well, nerves on end. They were all nervous about this fight and it showed on their faces, though Gordana managed to hide it well enough to where some relaxed a bit.
((Somehow, this sounds alot like Gordana…))
((MY THROAT HURTS SO BADLY I CAN’T TALK WITHOUT IT HURTING WORSE DAMN IT))
The Christmas RP!
Freeman acknowledged her with a small wave of his own. ‘What can I say? We get really bored here. Plus, half of us spent most of our pre-Seven Hour War days playing video games. So, what do you feel like doing?’ Freeman asked, slowly standing up and stretching.
'Well Calhoun finished with the suit, and it seems you've got all the ammunition… Just hope you don't get attacked tonight or this whole plan will backfire… Well, they're off to play video games, and I'm really cold right now, so can we go back inside?' She signed, rubbing her bare arms right afterwards. They hadn't told her where they put her suit, so she'd been running around in a tanktop and blue jeans since the raid on Magnusson's lab.
The Christmas RP!
Calhoun grinned. “C’mon, I’ll show ya! We scavenged an entire arcade from an old town. Magnusson hated such a waste of gas, but it was so worth it. Plus, now that American currency is worthless, we’re rolling in quarters! No one ever gives any to me, though - I think they all assume I’d spend all day there if I could. And hey, maybe they’re right!” The two Barneys exited.
Freeman was just outside the building, relaxing as he breathed in the fresh air. Spray paint was nice, but someone should really invent a less irritating solvent. Plus, wintry air was a nice fix for when he got claustrophobic. He saw the two Calhouns exiting, presumably to have some truly awesome hijinks together. He vaguely wondered where his own alternate-universe counterpart was.
Gordana slipped out the other way and started searching around for her parallel. Spotting him across the base, she jogged towards him with a whistle and a wave. ‘An arcade? Really?’ She signed, obviously trying not to laugh. ‘A bit of a waste, isn’t it?’