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Post by Edzilla on Mar 10, 2013 23:11:00 GMT
Ghost had caught some sleep, but nothing could rid him of the pain his power brought. He spared a look at Mateus, he could see the empty stare. Ghost just kept looking, searching. For what? He didn't know. Ghost let his head roll back to face the ceiling, the dim abrasive light made the facility feel all the more prison like. It could be there for effect, some elaborate facade to numb and weary the minds of the occupants. It must get to the guards to, the white line of light emitting a quiet but annoying noise. That was the first time he noticed, of all the thousands of hours he'd spent in hell, only now had he noticed the rough ground. Having time to think wasn't always good, so Ghost obligingly took the food, wandering off to the dark corner, where his face was shrouded in black. A finger brought down the edge of his mask, a few moments and a rough, metallic grind was heard. Ghost winced, food in his throat never felt good, just another necessary task that brought a dull pain on. Then he sat, facing the corner, his mask still off. There was a tired quality to his breathing, the human organism gone wrong and left to ache. He seemed laid low, his head sunk, his spirit broken.
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Post by Esiphas on Mar 11, 2013 9:58:09 GMT
Mateus sat, unsleeping as usual. Every time he closed his eyes, the images flashed. Every blink came with a new flash of terror. He hated it. And now he remembered why. It was all his fault too. And now, even the people he was with seemed to hate him. It was more than he could bear at the moment. Sighing, he stood up and left, crossing the barracks to the comm's room. He sat down at a computer terminal, and powered it up. there was enough power left for a short while, so he typed in his old passwords. They were blocked, of course so he started rooting around in a desk until he found some authority codes. Logging on to the wardens profile, he started accessing some important information - water tram times, ecetera. However, even more to his surprise, he found an Alert- Citadel Armed Personal were patrolling the streets of the dome connected to the lab, and the train station. worse still, their route took them through some red marked dome, though it wasn't closed off. It was however, noted as 'Citadel Quarantined'. Unfortunately t was the only way to go. Mateus frowned, and printed off the maps, times and details on the C.A.P forces.
he came back into the Side room, and walked over to Ellesai. Placing the files down in front of her, he said ''You guys need to know this.'' Before giving her a look that said 'Im sorry' and slipping off, back into his dark corner between two lockers. Mateus flinched again as his eyes closed, and he caught sight of the Terror he remembered inflicting on the warden outside, imagery of being devoured by insects, but the Wardens face was replaced with Ellesai's face. Shivering, he began his usual routine in his head.
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Post by mantisstalker on Mar 11, 2013 12:13:25 GMT
62 didn't try and pull away like the first time Ellesai contacted him, but he still tensed uncomfortable with the link. As she spoke he took time to explore her mind and at the same time corridor his off, placing each memory in cell like enclosures, not locking them off to her but as a warning to what they could contain. When she mentioned Sunny however several flashes of annoyance, anger and strangely enough a feeling betrayal played across his mind. These he let Ellesai see freely though it was almost like looking at an image under water, slightly distorted from what her own emotions.
When he was sure she was done he sent a brief flash of images of the Ticks memories to her, showing her that even though it was made with little more than service to another in mind it still had dreamed and even hoped. But 62 didn't keep this up for long as he didn't expect her to see it. Instead he sent her a snippet of memory from when they had forced him to produce subjects for testing, pushing it against the barrier of her mind with an inquisitive force.
Before she could answer however Mateus dropped the paper by her feet, causing 62 to jump half a foot backwards and growl. As Mateus left 62 sat back on his haunches and held out a hand to find Ellesai again. He wasn't sure if she wanted to keep talking to him but he had to know...
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Post by Yuno on Mar 11, 2013 14:25:47 GMT
As he encountered her memories, 62 found that there were many parts that seemed to be covered in blackness, as if she herself were not aware of them. He also found that in her earlier stages, before coming to this cell block there seemed to be quite a cut off between reality and what she'd perceived reality to be at the time. It was almost as if there were two personalities that had vied for the right to be dominant, and whoever he was interacting with now was comprised of the memories not in the blackness.
Once she'd come to their cell block the memories seemed to become uniform, and almost entirely were comprised of beatings, sexual abuse, and moments of scientists injecting her with various liquids to help keep her "stable".
Eliseai was as surprised by Mateus' sudden appearance as 62 although she didn't jump back. She hadn't realized how deep into the connection her conciousness had been. She had been aware that as he shared the Tick's existence with her, and then that of his own feelings as his children were mutilated and tested upon she was weeping silently.
Then the connection dropped suddenly and tears continued to drip slowly past her face. Even her own survivor mentality couldn't protect her from the sorrow of having the flesh of your flesh destroyed. When 62 reached out again for her hand she slowly brought her own up again as her flesh reformed to reconnect.
When the bond had finished reforming he could feel two distinct emotions pouring from her. Rage and sorrow. Even though 62 couldn't see it, somehow it was obvious that she was weeping for him and his.
"They are going to pay for this. For every one of them, I'm going to have one of them die begging for his or her life for every one of them. And then, I'm going to make everyone who ever set foot in this facility to work die a slow torturous death."
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Post by Edzilla on Mar 11, 2013 17:59:48 GMT
Ghost straightened up, something of significance. He got to his feet, walking over to the grimy table where the files sat. He glanced over to 62 and Eliseai, more things he didn't understand, he was getting used to the feeling. He leant onto The surface, flicking open the file, studying every page. Young minds have a capacity for absorbing information, and for practical purposes Ghosts brain had been born in the facility. Maps, times, direction, specification. He read through attempting to learn as much as he could gather. (Can you put in some of the stuff Esiphas). He turned to the final section, only titled "Project Kamui, 72" On the back of his wrist, the black tattoo read the same. "Project Kamui, 72" So this was him, his story, his life, who he was. It sickened him to know someone else knew everything about him, yet he knew nothing at all.
"Ignorance is Bliss" common saying, definitely true. Movies, books and countries are based on the phrase. Everyone knows things they wish they didn't, but no one knows all and the masses know very little. Ignorance is what keeps the human race from the cliff of knowledge, perhaps why the learnt have a high rate of suicide. Why children are so happy, what do they know of the worlds pain. Those who gain knowledge, lose youth. Those who choose ignorance can live as children forever, they can back away from the cliff, never learn of the horror that lurked below.
Ghost stood on the edge of the cliff, knowledge of himself lay at the bottom. He could never know, live forever in ignorance, in this crude bliss. Or he could jump, into the sea of knowledge that was this file. Feel the wrath if his previous life.
Sunny heard the sound of a file hitting the wall, before landing in a disposal unit. Ghost still stood at the table, the rest of the file in front of him. They could tell he was revelling in bliss.
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Post by t⊗theark on Mar 12, 2013 1:06:08 GMT
Sunny was regaining himself, but slowly. He wasn't drugged up like the last time he went supernova but as long as no one was killed - well, as long as they were still alive. A thump resounded, lighting up the rest of the room and giving Sunny a bit more context of where they were. He saw almost everyone clearly: except ghost, it was like not all the sound waves bounced off that guy but just right through him. Sunny got to his feet and tried to see further through the pain. It wasn't easy but it gave him a fuzzy orientation. He walked over to the source of the sound. Things cleared up again as a softer sound accompanied the flapping of paper hit the wall behind and landed in some container. Now he was close, he could see the pile of paper. He felt along the tabs, the slightly raised writing he read with his fingers. "Project: Supernova" he finally felt. He tore it from the pile and opened it, he felt more tabs in the file, numbers, in the same raised, smooth, plastic, raised printing that was on the main reference tab. He ran his finger alone the numbers 21-40, stopping at 32. He opened up and tried to feel for the indentations made by a ball point pen - but no luck, it must have been printed. Frustrated he thew the file down, he hated that he had to be read to like some toddler. He stormed off in any direction that felt was the most secluded, bumping and bouncing clumsily off obstacles, metals arching with electricity as his rage fueled aura of microwave radiation passed by, pink thermal flashes danced about him. After almost running into a wall, he turned around and sunk into it, resting his head and forearms onto his knees. As he clenched his teeth and tightened his fists scorching flash of ultraviolet light took place of a scream. After he came down off his fury he heard the tiny explosion's echo bounced off a crouching corpse like figure that grabbed his attention as the stalker released a low moan or a growl- it wasn't the most human sounding thing 62's done. Sunny's anger was put out by shame and fear but not for long. "Thanks for what you've done, and sorry for killing the bug. And the radiation burn on your arm. And acting like moody drug addict. And for being a nuclear bomb," he didn't get any audible response, "Yeah, I would have the said thing to me if I were in your position." By thing point Sunny's apology was becoming a rant. "I hope there is a way to cure me of the (please do not swear) they've done to me. I wish my abilities were an voluntary action like yours, and if you were out of control what, you re constituting dead biomass to make life? I'm nothing but a failed weapon, I probably should be locked up down here." He realized he was getting emotional and tried his best to calm down. He faked his smile and cheery disposition as he though he heard somebody call his name, "Yup, I'm coming!" ooc- I was talking to one of the cerebites
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Post by mantisstalker on Mar 12, 2013 2:08:15 GMT
Annoyance danced across 62's mind as Sunny called his child a bug, but there was a small sense of recognition that it wasn't his fault as well. However he had more pressing matters to deal with and turned his attention back to Eliseai and her talk of revenge. When she was done 62 grasped into the coroners of his mind for a particular memory and pressed it towards Eliseai like he had the Tick's. The memory was made of half real objects and bright colors though this didn't hide what it was. The Stalker crawled through a field of long overly green grass, following another blurred shape ahead of it.
After a few moments of getting closer to its target the Stalker pounced and landed on its prey. However instead of tearing into it like Eliseai expected the Stalker wrestled the other being to the ground before sprinting off, letting off a triumphant series of clicks as it did. Shortly after the Stalker it had pinned to the ground sprang up and ran after it growling playfully.
Sure that Eliseai had calmed down a little from the memory 62 began to show her a long string of mostly faceless people all say one or two words before swapping to another, forming a somewhat jagged and broken sentence. "Death they deserve...But not what I want...The children have already known nothing but violence they should not need more of it...". And with that a cover seemed to shift for a brief moment and a smothering sense of sadness flooded out before it was quickly withdrawn. However Eliseai was able to see a small sense of hope flicker as well, if only for a moment but even in his primal mind it was still there.
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Post by Esiphas on Mar 12, 2013 17:17:44 GMT
Ooc-I'm just gonna let you guys keep talking to each other for now. Unless you need moved on.
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Post by Edzilla on Mar 12, 2013 17:22:13 GMT
OOC- I'm ready to move on when everyone else is
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Post by Yuno on Mar 12, 2013 18:43:31 GMT
Eliseai seemed to calm slightly at this. He could feel that her emotions towards violence were trying to overwhelm her, but he could tell she was resisting it. "You are right, violence isn't the answer... I'll honor that. Anyway, I'm tired, so as much as you don't like Sunny, could you please make certain he's alright?" he felt her weariness suddenly, like a huge weight. Just as the connection ended and she withdrew her hand he could feel that she'd enjoyed speaking to him.
She didn't bother crawling away, she just curled up quietly where she was and slept for several long hours, not budging. Eventually, she roused herself and yawned reading over the files that were left, she didn't open her own, just tucked it under her arm as she looked over the others. "Everyone ready to move?"
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Post by mantisstalker on Mar 13, 2013 0:11:34 GMT
As Eliseai laid down 62 placed a hand on her shoulder, probably one of the most human things he had done in a long time. He only kept it there for a few seconds though before loping away after Sunny, guided by one of the twins watching from a nearby vent. As he walked his children slowly started to gather around him, forcing 62 to spare a few minutes to give each a bit of attention before moving on.
After that it didn't take long to find Sunny, and leaving his children outside the door as to not appear threatening, 62 slowly walked over to Sunny and sat down. He would have started the conversation if he had had a mouth but it meant little anyway. So there he waited for Sunny to make the first move.
(ooc- I just want to get this bit over with and I'm happy to move on.)
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Post by t⊗theark on Mar 13, 2013 4:24:08 GMT
Sunny stumbled over to where he thought he heard somebody call out, then he 'saw' 62 approach suddenly into his field of 'vission'. He slid down the wall again. "Oh, uh, I there bud. I was talking to one of your kids, the uh skinny one," he still saw the scar from where Sunny burned 62 and looked down immediatly, "but- uh -I'm guessing you know all that, heard all of it. I meant it too, I know what it's like to put somebody you love in danger and for it to be lost because you did so." Sunny didn't get any auditory response so he continued.
"Before I came here I was in another facility under the north Atlantic, there they tried to train some of the the more rowdier experiments which were stable enough to be control their powers but young enough to indoctrinate. People there aren't encouraged to make friends, we're weapons and bullets don't need relationships. Well, uh, me and another girl - who was brilliant, she could actually shoot lasers out of cysts in her hands - we did anyway. When you have so few friends you tend to hold them like a treasure, y'know?" he continued to see no response from 62, "Anyway, I sorta got her, well, um, pregant. The military wouldn't risk the dangers of two mutants who were genetically modified creating a hybrid so they terminated the pregnacy and took her away to another section. She kept me sane, I couldn't keep my (please do not swear) together and, well, the hydrogen bomb had nothing on me." Suny took a hard gulp, he glew a little pink and sparks danced across hi skin. "I killed her, I killed all the staff and other experiments. I was the lone survivor floating out at sea, it was a miracle they found me alive: I wish they hadn't. more than 3 months ago they drugged me up and stored me here. I'm a danger to everything around me, I am death. I don't blame you for feeling like the frog that gave the scorpion a lift."
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Post by Yuno on Mar 13, 2013 4:46:06 GMT
Noticing that nobody else appeared to be ready she found a nice secluded alcove and slowly flipped open the file. Her eyes scanned the first page it had notes from her creator.
I think I've finally hit upon a way to create a changeling. While all the previous failures have caused me to come under fire for my techniques, I am certain this time. A fetus has been provided to me by the lab. As I'm aware they had it taken from an incompetent mother. I need the life to be this young so I can begin bonding it with the changeling syrums as early as possible. It needs to have a lot of time to adapt to the formula.
She turned the page not blinking. This page contained photos of an infant with grotesque amounts of tubing running into it as it floated lifelessly in a multi colored liquid.
The experiment is a success so far, the infant seems to be sustaining the chemicals perfectly. Brain patterns are developing normally and everything appears healthy. I'm beginning the process of injecting growth stimulants to the physical form. In order to continue the tests I will need her aged to that of a small child.
Eliseai turned the page again and saw with disgust a shining smile from her five year old self as she morphed her hand into a gorilla arm.
The experiment is a shining success! She has complete control of her form, and seems mentally stable so far. I am turning her over to the intense training facility so they can begin indoctronating her into assassination.
She turned the page and it was then her eyes began to tear over. The pictures of her gagged, and held in dark chambers as she read the description of punishments used when she'd refused to kill targets. Eventually, their torture turned to brainwashing as they had begun to poke about in her brain looking for a trigger. Yet even this didn't bring tears to her eyes, it was the pictures of her tearing another subject to shreds with a hopelessly large grin on her face that had caused her reaction. As she turned each page tears began to flow as she read descriptions of the things she'd killed. Slowly she slid down the wall no longer crying, just sitting hugging her knees chewing her lip and staring as she shook. Slowly, the file fell from her iron grip as her form shifted back to that of a 16 year old girl. The pages fell all over the floor as she shook ever so slightly not moving as the memories, the dark places of her mind came flooding back.
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Post by Esiphas on Mar 13, 2013 7:48:28 GMT
Mateus looked at the crying Ellesai and sighed. She hated him, he knew that much. But atill. He felt for her like a Father felt for his daughter. And he couldn't just sit by while she cried in a corner. He stood up, and slowly approached Ellesai. When he was close enough, he bunched the files together and sat opposite her. "I tried to stop them you know. When they dragged you away for indoctrination... I tried to stop them. I know I failed, and I know that doesent change anything. But after I failed I started compiling information on the horrors they committed here... That I helped commit. My plan was to Turn myself in, and The whole facility with me, but I stopped when I realised held kill you... And all the others. Ghost, Prometheus, Sunny... Then he took me away, made my mind a Hive of Nightmares and instability, and left me to die in a cell. I never stopped hating myself for my failure... Even though I opulent remember what failure until now."
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Post by mantisstalker on Mar 13, 2013 11:47:45 GMT
62's face was set in the equivalent of a scowl (if he had any facial features) as Sunny talked though once he reached the part about his love it softened a little. When he was done speaking the Twins scampered quickly across the room and sat they selves on 62's shoulders facing Sunny. After a few seconds of staring at him 62 made a resigned sigh and the Twins began to speak, each only a sentence at a time.
"You really don't understand do you?" "Farther isn't angry you hurt him." "Or even you needed support." "He's upset because you killed our brother."
"Nothing more." With an annoyed sigh 62 moved back into his usual crouch before looking down at Sunny. He wasn't particularly annoyed at him but at the fact he had to use the Twins to speak. He didn't like controlling his kids at the best of times never mind to talk to another person. With a quick shake of his head 62 offered Sunny an arm, and making an indistinct grunting noise.
One of the Twins smiled before saying "He knows it wasn't your fault though..." after it had said the last word 62 spun his head to look at it and growled making it move a few steps down his shoulder. Perhaps sometimes it was better to keep them on a short leash...
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