( ooc. lmk if this doesn't work! also sorry abt how long this got, dear god.... i'll be more brief in the next tags π )
[ Jinwoo leans against the neon-lit railing of an overpass bridge that overlooks the market district, the buzz of Neo Tokyo humming beneath him like a hive of electric activity. The glow of the city's advertisements paints his face in shifting colours β blues, greens, and magentas β as his ocular implant projects the mission brief directly into his vision. The faint shimmer of the text overlay blurs slightly against the vibrant backdrop.
Jinwoo flicks through the details with a subtle blink, his implant's interface responding seamlessly. Illegal subliminal messaging. Brands and stores using it to brainwash the masses. Compulsive spending, brand loyalty, even potential psychological enslavement. He frowns, the corner of his lip curling. He's heard about the same details in passing while checking out the detective job that had been assigned to him, but some of the pieces don't quite fit—
A ping in his peripheral vision indicates an update. He selects itβ a note from his supervisor at work.
"Unusual behavioral patterns reported in Sector 7β residents maxing out their credits on luxury items. Witness described it as 'like they werenβt themselves.'"
Sector 7. Well, that's a good place to start as any. He's also meant to wait for a partner, something about how it's good to have back-up. He doesn't think he needs any, but he also doesn't care to find out what happens if he goes rogue (for the time being).
When someone comes his way, he's quick to recognize him as another Outsider. ]
Are you here about an investigation?
[ Vague enough to keep things under wraps just in case Hunter isn't. ]
subliminal advertising!
[ Jinwoo leans against the neon-lit railing of an overpass bridge that overlooks the market district, the buzz of Neo Tokyo humming beneath him like a hive of electric activity. The glow of the city's advertisements paints his face in shifting colours β blues, greens, and magentas β as his ocular implant projects the mission brief directly into his vision. The faint shimmer of the text overlay blurs slightly against the vibrant backdrop.
Jinwoo flicks through the details with a subtle blink, his implant's interface responding seamlessly. Illegal subliminal messaging. Brands and stores using it to brainwash the masses. Compulsive spending, brand loyalty, even potential psychological enslavement. He frowns, the corner of his lip curling. He's heard about the same details in passing while checking out the detective job that had been assigned to him, but some of the pieces don't quite fit—
A ping in his peripheral vision indicates an update. He selects itβ a note from his supervisor at work.
"Unusual behavioral patterns reported in Sector 7β residents maxing out their credits on luxury items. Witness described it as 'like they werenβt themselves.'"
Sector 7. Well, that's a good place to start as any. He's also meant to wait for a partner, something about how it's good to have back-up. He doesn't think he needs any, but he also doesn't care to find out what happens if he goes rogue (for the time being).
When someone comes his way, he's quick to recognize him as another Outsider. ]
Are you here about an investigation?
[ Vague enough to keep things under wraps just in case Hunter isn't. ]