Larping 1 (short)

Our "Larping" was just me waltzing around New York with Alexia in a seemingly "harmless" harness. Which was simply her exo suite and claw attachments compacted into the item. I was, for once, since this, all started dressed in a black tank top showing off either scars and military tattoos, black cargo pants, black combat boots, and a tiger themed fur coat with an outer layer of some special bullet and blade resistant fabric.

The furred parts of the coat are made from the shedding of Alexia's various winter coats over the years. Although having my pasty-tan skin even slightly displayed now is… weird to say the least. Even more so for my hair, which is currently dyed to be a mix of dirty blonde and dark brown instead of my usual pure brown hair.

Alexia pawed at my uncovered face, whining when I didn't do orange. After she brought me literal oranges to use, in dying my hair, so I'd be less recognized. Even used a skin-tight face mask that resembles a mix of Robert Downey Jr and some YouTuber named Rustage to make sure. For the voice issue there is a SHD voice modulator built into my mask to make me sound different. ISAC, upon scanning my new look, fabricated an entire life for me from birth to present.

I am as per my current look, I'm called Gabriel Von Ashfield, a twenty-four-year-old Eco-Activist/Terrorist. Who dropped out of Yale during their second year of getting their PhD in Biomedical Engineering because I had found a calling in fighting back against big corporations in India. I would later be arrested near the Bengali Forests during an armed conflict with drug runners for hunting tigers. I would two days later break out of prison after stabbing a guard, shooting another in the head, armoring up in riot gear and a guard uniform.

During the chaos of my escape, I released all the prisoners, and slipped out during the heightened chaos. Armed with police weaponry, and a riot shield, I returned to where I had been arrested to see if anyone was still there or if any tigers were still stuck there. The rest is "history" as I moved back to the states with a Bengal Tiger cub named Alexia. Why we have Division watches though is because we found a duo of Agents dead in a half burnt park, and looted them for useful stuff.

That's what ISAC gave me when Alexia whined about a "similar but different version of Da." THE FUCKING FAKE IDENTITY HAS TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY PAGES TO IT! LIKE, COME THE FUCK ON, THAT'S A BIOGRAPHY FOR A SIMPLE PERSONA!

"ISAC, did you do this on purpose to troll me?"

I hissed at the advanced AI as I bit the words out, at how ridiculous this had become. However, the damnable AI gave a sound reason for such ludicrous detailed work.

{SHD AGENTS HAVE ACCESS TO ALL CITIZEN REGISTRIES TO IDENTIFY POTENTIAL THREATS. CREATING AND FALSIFYING RECORDS WITH IN-DEPTH DETAIL MAKES SUSPICION NEGLIGIBLE IF AROUSED. ENCRYPTING AND LOCKING AWAY THIS MEMORY FILE INTO HUNTER NETWORK: ARTEMIS.}

"But you made me a damn terrorist!"

{I DON'T SEE THE PROBLEM. YOU ARE 99.99999% LIKELY TO COMMIT TERRORISTIC ACTS JUST FOR THE FUN OF IT AGAINST ANY OPPOSITION. IT IS WHY YOU HAVE MUSTARD GAS GRENADES MIXED WITH WHITE PHOSPHOROUS, NO?}

".... What war crime weapon? They're perfectly normal grenades, I assure you, my good AI."

"Da is lying."

{CHEMICAL COMPOSITION SUGGESTS OTHERWISE.}

"It's not like that stupid convention will be all that important in this shit show…"

Me and the two argued about the Geneva Convention after that comment. Fucking AI it's not important if the world's collapsing slowly.