User:Arnout aka The Emperors Angel/RPG/Character Development

Finally alone again, Arnout crashed onto his bed. "Arnout, we have access to the company's network." "Good. Ask Mr. White for an update. And check my mail."

"Arnout, you, have 2 new newsletters, a message from the woman you met in the club, and there is a new copy of The Flash – Superhero News magazine."

Arnout lifted his head of his pillow, and made a snoring sound. "Save and store the copy of Flash. I bet they have a real paper version somewhere here. Dorres seams that kind of man."

"Arnout, what about the message form ClubID215?" "Okay, okay. Put it, and a picture off her on the viewing screen."

Moaning and complaining, Arnout got off the bed, and walked over to the viewing screen, across from the bed. Turning the screen on ("Screen; viewing modus.") he read the message. "Now bring up her picture." The viewing screen halved the messaging part, and showed the image Arnout had his computer take that Friday night, before all hell had rained down on him.

"Whoa. Damn, how drunk was I?" "At the time this picture was taken, you had a permille of 1,2. You ended that night with a permille of 2,4." "Well, good times all around. I didn't even wake up in a ditch this time, so it's all good. Did I do anything stupid?" "Arnout, define stupid?"

Arnout sighed melodramatic, and pressed the reply button on the screen. "Did I make out with her?" Without a trace of irony, his computer replied. "If that is what defines stupid, then what would be the appropriate term for sexual intercourse?" "WHAT? NO! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!" Arnout shouted out. "I have footage, if you want to see for yourself."

Arnout froze, with a look of horror on his face. "Delete and erase, NOW! And tell me, did we do it safely?" "Deleted and erased. And, yes, you used a condom."

Sighing with relief, sat down on the bed again. "Thank you, Lord, for delivering us." Laying his head in his hands, Arnout said: "Now what are we going to do about this? I usually have a better taste for women... And look at the team I'm in! A half dragon (who is pretty handsome), a doctor (who's smoking hot!) and a crazy (yet still reasonable pretty) crazy robotocist. And we are fighting a team which features a ice cold chick (ironically, still pretty handsome), and some crazy psycho cheerleader (smoking hot!).

Mentally, he looked over his shoulder to his computer, and cried out: "What the hell is wrong with me?!?!" "Arnout, I think all these changes are just going too fast. You need time to adapt, but you where given none. That's hard on you, but don't turn and run like you did last time, but stare these troubles in the face, and hold your ground."

Arnout was speechless for several moments. "Dude. You've been taking psychology classes, or what?" "No, it's a separate module in my programming. It was meant to stop soldiers wearing this suit from deserting." "O. Well, that sucks. Still, thanks, computer." "You are welcome, Arnout."

And without missing a beat if followed up with; "Now, shall we resolve the situation with ClubID215?" "Her name is Karin, computer. And I don't have the faintest clue how to fix this situation."

Shaking his head, Arnout walked over to the fridge. Pulling it open, he kneeled before it, an peered inside, looking for a beer. "Arnout, nutrient and moisture levels suggest that a soda, or some juice would be best." Arnout cut his computer short: "Yeah, but I really NEED a beer."

After finding his much needed beer, Arnout sat down at the desk. "Heh. Haven't felt like I'm supposed to be doing homework in a long time." "Arnout, to better formulate a reply, I will have to ask you some personal questions." "Oh, computer, WHY?" Arnout melodramatically cried out. And then: "Go ahead."

With the mental equivalent of clearing his throat, Arnout's computer asked: "Why where you attracted to this woman?" "I was drunk, duh. I wanted something, and she was willing. That's enough for me..." "Do you have any feelings for her?" "No. I mean, I was drunk and I can't remember anything past me dancing with her." "That would have been my next question, thank you. But we shall continue. Would you be interested in getting to know her better?" "Dunno." With a pause: "To be polite I guess. I think I'll be quite busy on strange hours of the day, to say the least. These guys won't stick to nine to five routines." "That sounds like a decent analysis. I'll formulate a reply, and put it up on the screen."

Arnout started humming a 2020's song to himself. "Arnout, isn't that Sweatshop by De Staat?" "Yep. I like what you wrote. I'll authenticate the signature, and send it."

"Arnout? Mr White send a response." "Ow. Good. What did he say?" Arnout lifted his head from his pillow, and looked at the clock. "Ow shit. Why does he have to be such a office-hours prick?" Arnout, the mail was send last night, at ...... am."

A deathly silence followed, as Arnout shook his head. "I take it back. That dude is hardcore." Rolling out of bed, Arnout said; "Lets pay him a visit, shall we?"

With the mental equivalent of sniffing the air, Arnout computer remarked: "Arnout, perhaps you should take a shower first." Arnout lifted his arms, and sniffed at his armpit. "Yep. Let's do that."

Arnout walked into Mr. White's workshop, and looked around in wonder. "WOW. Nice workshop. A lot better than the crappy hole where we fixed my legs."

Mr White looked up from the workbench where he was working on Arnout's suit rifle. "Hey Arnout. How are you doing?" "Bruised and battered. I'll need the front armour replaced again." Mr White nodded. "Mr Reed told me you had taken some hits yesterday. I'll put it on the list, and do it myself." Arnout walked over to his disassembled rifle. "I never dared take it apart. Afraid I wouldn't be able to put it back together again." Mr White laughed. "For such a sophisticated weapon, it's really low tech. It would have to be, to fire multiple calibres at differential speeds."

"It's unlike anything I have ever seen." Mr. White continued. Arnout laughed. "Could you please put it back together again? I feel I'll need it very, very, soon."