I think this would be a cool RP
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bananabread ExperiencedMy time travel watch blinks once, twice, three times and I know that they have the mission all set up for me. I push my way past people and into an unseen corner, away from prying eyes. I slide the small switch on the wristband popping the face of the watch up. It glows a radiant green before I press it back down and I'm taken away to my new destination.
I set down the book and made my way to the kitchen, getting a fifth refill of hot cocoa. I had to stay awake, and all the sugar and caffiene from the chocolate was doing a great job. "Stay...awake..." I yawned. So I sat back down and rested my head on my knees. Three beeps sounded, but I didn't pay any attention to it. It was probably just my phone.
"Who is she?"
"Get away, she could be dangerous!"
Someone poked me. I stood up quickly, scanning the people around me. None seemed hostile. A man stepped forward. "What is your name, age, and faction?"
I paniked about the faction thing. What was I supposed to tell them?
(Fine fine, I'll post.)
Guts took a sip of his soup, taking in everything is superior was saying. The mission would be fairly easy, as was expected of a real time simulation. Get in, find whatever command had marked as 'the mcguffin,' and get out. Preferably with all four of them intact.
But that didn't mean he was going to miss lunch, even if the sergeant told him that the others had already entered. It would probably be wiser that way, he did like waiting for the last moment before swooping in and saving the day.
"My name is Maddeline Tyler. I'm sixteen years old, and I belong to...uh...Dauntless."
A man in black clothing took my arm. "Let's take you back, then. School is almost over anyway." A few people objected, but the man in black hurried away. "Who are your parents? Where do you live?"
"I don't... I don't remember, sir. All I do remember is falling asleep. I woke up back there."
"Amnesia? Hm. I'll take you back with me; I have a daughter your age. Kenna." He glanced at my clothes. "Maybe she'll lend you some clothes."
Straightening his clothes for a brief second as he stood up, Guts nodded at the soldier. "Anything I should know before I head in? Or at least, anything that a quick skim won't tell me?"
"We found it necessary to purchase some confectioneries to help with the smoothing of your teams disagreements. We also changed the appearance of your travel agent from blue to red, as per requested." He said, passing Guts a box of chocolates.
"How you people manage to hit the nail on the head so well every time is amazing." Guts commented, before strapping the watch to his wrist. It beeped three times, as it always did, before shining a bright green. And then Guts was gone.
I stood in the doorway, rubbing my neck. The guy's daughter, Kenna, stood in the living room, her arms folded, scrutinizing me. "Where'd you find her?" She asked, staring at me. "She looks like she's been through hell."
I snorted. She had no idea.
"Pass me the curling iron, will you?" I rolled my eyes and got up from the couch, handing Kenna the hot curling iron. She eyed me, glancing away from her reflection in the mirror. "So Dad told me you were found in the middle of the street, with weird clothes."
"Yeah. No idea how I got there."
"How old are you again?"
"You know what faction?"
I shrugged. "I'm from Dauntless, but I don't know anything about my parents. I don't even know where they are." I squared my shoulders. "But I've been living on my own, I think, for the past two years. I can take care of myself."
I left out the part about my "job" at the LCA. I didn't want to freak her out.
(So, I'm reading through the summary for this novel, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?)
Guts took in a deep breath and attempted to get a bearing of his surroundings. He was in a city, most likely american, in the middle of the day. He was obviously standing out, most likely because of his clothes, and those nice armed men were quickly moving in to apprehend him, no doubt for suddenly appearing out of thin air. He'd learnt that was crime in most novels, surprisingly.
"Name, age and faction, sir." One of them said, never lowering his gun.
Guts thought for a minute. "Name the factions off for me."
"Name. Age. And Faction."
"Alright, alright, Manford. 33. And it should be rather obvious at this point."
The man shuffled uncomfortably. "Faction, sir."
"Candy." Guts replied, glancing at his watch.
Smiling, Guts threw an arm around the soldier, "That's the one. See? No need to be so jumpy, mate."
Kenna tossed black articles of clothing onto her bed as I sat cross-legged in a chair, watching. "Most of these don't fit me anymore." She said. "And you're a bit on the small side, so I think they'll fit you fine."
"Will you stay in Dauntless?"
Kenna laughed. "Hell no. I may be brave, but not stupidly brave. Maybe Amiry, or Candor."
(Why did the government split the world into five different factions? Who enforces the factions? How does the 'choosing' test actually work? If Kenna is scared people will discover she's Divergent, why doesn't that ever show up when she needs to face her fears? Why does Kenna use her powers as a Divergent to pass the last test? Isn't she supposed to be scared about people finding out? Why can't people find out anyway? Why isn't Kenna affected by the mind control serum at the end of the novel? Does being a Divergent change her physiology? Is she an alien now? And finally, what happens to people who are factionless?)
(Those are some excellent questions. I guess they split into five factions because of the wars, because of everyone's differences. So they decided to put everyone of one kind (people who thought/acted similarly) into a faction. A stupid idea, really, since no one is that much alike. The council, comprised of Abnegation citizens, govern over the factions. For the test, I think that whatever choice you make determines where you belong, in a way. I think she uses her powers because she knows that the simulation isn't real, and uses that knowledge to get through it. She isn't affected by the mind control serum because being Divergent is a bit of a psycological thing. No, she isn't an alien. But it's more of a thing where the person just thinks differently.)
(If the point was to avoid causing another war, why do they encourage and train people to fight? Wouldn't it make more sense to train them to make peace and negotiate? And how does psychology alter a chemical reaction? Also, what happens to people who are factionless?
Then again, I am just nitpicking at this point. I'm sure it's a great book.)
Ducking so that he didn't bump his head on the top of the door frame, Guts entered the building slowly. His huge body immediately captured the attention of the soldier waiting for him. Eyeing him with the same suspicion, Guts sat down on a nearby chair.
"Hey, I'm Guts. Manford Guts."
The kid took Guts hand, and shook it with a loose grip, before sitting down and popping a lit cigarette in his mouth. "Alan. Alan Jack."
"Can I call you AJ? Seems simpler." Guts asked.
"Simpler than Alan? I think you just prefer using acronyms."
"Maybe. Why am I here?"
"Nobody is allowed into the Candor HQ without passing a simple lie detector. As a fellow member of Candor, clearly you will have no problem with this." Alan replied.
Guts placed his hands behind his head. "Right, I forgot. Welp, lay it on me then."
Alan stared at Guts silently for a minute, before removing the fag from his mouth. An angry smirk was on his face. "Do you think this is a joke? Please do not lie to me, Mr Guts, it's insulting and frankly you've done enough lying in your life already." Pulling out a small vial and needle, Alan continued, "Now we can do this two ways; you can tell me why you lied to try and enter Candor, or you can keep lying, and I can use more creative methods. And I'm certainly not lying when I say I'll be enjoying it."
Guts smiled. Yes, this was how things usually went.
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